Milford High School - Oak Lily and Ivy Yearbook (Milford, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1927 volume:

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Supplies, Accessories ALEX 1ANITELU FISK TIRES OPPOSITE BARBER THE TOWN HALL i Compliments of. LINCOLN SQUARE SPA Miss Alma E. Sweet 8 to 10 SCHOOL STREET, Teacher of Pianoforte Light Lunch, Confectionery and Soda 59 School Street, Milford, Mass. 2 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. Sam Goldberg’s Dept. Store 37 Central Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. H. W. SMILEY, 226 Main Street, Milford, Mass. THE ELITE MILLINERY Ladies ' and Children ' s WEARING APPAREL SPECIALTY SHOP. 120 MAIN STREET MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS Compliments of BURKE’S PHARMACY Compliments of lc to 99c Store 1 77 and 1 79 Main Street, Milford Compliments of. THE OUTFIT 193 MAIN ST. Milford’s Largest Clothing Store Compliments of. SOUTH END GROCERY J. V. CAREY F. L. KIRBY Alfred B. Cenedella Attorney and Counsellor at Law 3 Baker Building Milford, - Mass. A Good Place to Trade STONE FURNITURE CO., Inc. THE STORE OF LOW PRICES 80 MAIN STREET Compliments of 2) r . ftlorr ClTHett ADVERTISING SECTION. 3 J. L. ROSSETTI NICHOLAS COSTRINO Real Estate Shoe Repairing and General Contractor Endicott-Johnson Shoes and Rubbers—Shoe Shine Tel. 1496-W 19 West Walnut Street Milford 12 Exchange Street Milford Compliments of. South End Confectionery WYZAN BROS. Frank J. Kavanaugh Women ' s Specialty Shop Compliments of. Milford J. P. Brown Distributing Centers Manufacturers Cleveland, Ohio Wholesalers Boston, Mass. Importers Compliments of. Joseph F. Conway, President Established 1847 Madame Lebbossiere Roche Beauty Shoppe The Horace Partridge Company Tels. 1300-R 1155-J Est. 1914 Everything for Sport GILLON BROTHERS Taxi Service and Baggage Transfer Weddings, Funerals and Private Parties Given Special Attention Buick Seven Passenger Sedans 49 Franklin Street DAY AND NIGHT SERVICE Boston, Mass. Washing, Greasing and Polishing Cars ADVERTISING SECTION. FANCY CARNATIONS FOR ALL OCCASIONS at HOWARD’S GREENHOUSES 150 South Main Street Joseph J. Fahey Firestone Tires, Accessories Vulcanizing Gas, Oil, Supplies Lincoln Square Tel. 1258-M Milford Gas and Electric Light Co. 8 241 Main Street, Milford SPECIAL MODELS In HIGH SCHOOL CLOTHES also Sport Trousers and Sport Sweaters King Brothers JOHNNY DUNDEE SOUTH END BARBER SHOP and POOL ROOM S. MAZZARELLI SONS MACARONI MANUFACTURERS and BAKERS Telephone Connection 1 7 Genoa Ave., Milford, Mass. MANNING’S SHOES WEAR WELL Compliments of. Dr. C. E. Whitney Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. NARDUCCI’S ORCHESTRA 8 Clothiers Opera House Block ADVERTISING SECTION. 5 FRED T. BURNS ICE CREAM AND CONFECTIONERY 270 MAIN STREET ANTONIO MARCELLO MORIN’S STUDIO Dealer in All Kinds of Special Price on Graduation GROCERIES FRUITS and VEGETABLES Cigars, Cigarettes and Tobacco Candy PHOTOGRAPHS 69 1 -2 East Main Street, Milford 154 Main Street, Milford, Mass. ALHAMBRA RUBBER CO. George H. Locke a a Manufacturers of Lumber RUBBER SLICKERS Builders’ Finish IN ALL THE Doors LATEST COLORS Windows Blinds a Asphalt Shingles Nails and Hardware a GEORGE H. LOCKE 125 Central Street, Milford MILFORD 6 ADVERTISING SECTION. J. H. Perkins Oakland and Pontiac Gars “Winning and holding good-will” Compliments of. JOHN F. DAMON Get it at BRIDGES PHARMACY Hood’s Old Fashioned Ice Cream “The Flavor is There 1“ Kodak Supplies, Candy Prescriptions accurately compounded J. H. O’GRADY, Prop. 193 Main Street Milford, Mass. S. A. EASTMAN CO. Paper and Corrugated Boxes H MILFORD, - MASS. Motorcycles and Bicycles Wheel Goods, Accessories Sporting Goods MAINLINE GARAGE INDIAN AGENT MAIN STREET, MILFORD, MASS. Telephone 61 -M Compliments of. CAHILL’S NEWS AGENCY Washington Block 206 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. WERRER ROSE INCORPORATED 80 a ADVERTISING SECTION. 7 FREDERICK A. GOULD FOR Suits, Corsets, Coats, Summer Hardware, Plumbing and Gowns, Waists and Heating Sport Goods Go to 16-20 Exchange Street M. F. Green’s Cloak Store Milford, - Mass. 200 Main Street, Milford, Mass. SHEA BROS. Compliments of. Meats and Provisions ARTHUR P. CLARRIDGE a aoa 1 2 7 Main Street, Milford, Mass. William P. Clarke Compliments of. a BROCKTON SHOE STORE Printer and Publisher aoa General Commercial Printing Wedding Invitations, etc. MILFORD DAILY NEWS a Established 1887 Removed to 11 Fayette St., Milford Th$ only Daily Paper in Milford and the only Advertising Medium for all this section of the State. Telephone Connection Sworn Circulation 4,700 8 ADVERTISING SECTION. longer because 5,000 grocers and 50,000 bread eaters asked us to make a loaf that would stay oven fresh. We guarantee freshness ADVERTISING SECTION. 9 Compliments of. Compliments of. ARCHER RUBBER CO. CROWELL DeWITT Provisions and Fancy Groceries 808 Milford, - Mass. 1 1 3 Main Street Compliments of. HEITIN BROS. Tailors and Cleaners Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. JOHN C. RIPLEY The Man Who Keeps Everybody Happy Compliments of. DR. E. J. DIXON Dentist CASEY BUILDING 167 Main Street, Milford Real Estate Broker and Contractor Telephone 864-W NIRO NIRO ELECTRIC HEATING AND LIGHTING CONTRACTORS Compliments of. SALLY’S TEA ROOM Milford, - Mass. Hardware, Wallpaper, Window Glass Home of Kyanize and Bay State Paint Compliments of. 67 MAIN STREET, MILFORD DR. F. H. LALLY TRASK BROTHERS R. MARINO Dealers in High Class Tailor CYCLES and SUNDRIES and Real Estate Agent Agents for Truant Officer EDISON PHONOGRAPHS 8 138 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Milford, - Mass. 10 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. John F. Rooney General Contractor Milford, Massachusetts Kellett Clement Contractors and Builders 4 and 8 Westbrook Street Tel. 449-W and 449-R Delaney and Waldron, Inc. Home Furnishers 128 Main Street, Milford, Mass. V Milford’s Fastest Growing Furniture Store Agents for Barstow Ranges Phone 158-J Compliments of Trainor’s Diner ADVERTISING SECTION. 11 WRIGHT DITSON WORCESTER, MASS. Oufitters to many of the leading Colleges, Schools and Athletic Clubs in Worcester County. Any article bearing our trade mark assures the user of the very highest quality consistent with the price paid. Our catalog showing Base Ball, Tennis and Golf supplies also Bathing Suits and a very complete line of Athletic Clothing, will be sent free to any address on request. 12 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of JOHN E. SWIFT, Esq. Compliments of. DR. EARL CROCKETT Dentist Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. MARCOVITCH BROS. CENTRAL BATTERY and FILLING STATIONS WILLARD ' JAuto and Radio Batteries Milford Uxbridge 860 34-4 Compliments of. CROWN CONFECTIONERY CO. Compliments of JOHN C. LYNCH, Esq. Milford, - Mass. LUIGI A. RECCHIUTO Successor to L. Grow Son Manufacturer Truck and Wagon Bodies of ail kinds Milford, - Mass. CLINTON L. BARNARD Jeweler Genuine Hand Colored “Bavnfc Dauifcson platinums” 148 MAIN STREET MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS Opposite the Opera House Compliments of. G. L. DALRYMPLE MANSION HOUSE GARAGE Milford, Mass. Compliments of LOUIS PRATT 149 Main Street, Milford, Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION, 13 IDEAL THEATRE Matinees 2.30 Evenings 7.30 Home of Big Features Compliments of. HIGGINS BROTHERS RESTAURANT Compliments of. V . L. J. F. POWER CO. Plumbing and Heating NU-WAY OIL BURNER Estimates Free a Telephone 1 32-J Compliments of...... r ' . j A. ROSENFELD Milford, Mass. Compliments of.... WENDELL WILLIAMS CHESTER F. WILLIAMS Compliments of. llMss Jfoar£ B. BiHntonio a De LUXE CONFECTIONERY The home of famous Lemon and Lime and Delicious Ice Cream aoa BUCKLE’S 111 Main Street 122 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Milford 14 ADVERTISING SECTION. Can £ mb Jflowers ANNIE LAWLESS STORE Telephone 372 Flowers Telegraphed Anywhere ANGELO MAZZARELLI Dealer in Groceries, Fruit, Ice Cream and Confectionery Telephone 1225-W 77 East Main Street, Milford WILLIAM J. DILLON Dealer in Groceries, Fruit, Ice Cream Confectionery 45 Depot Street Milford Compliments of. CLOVERDALE STORES 180 Main Street MYLES GILRANE, Manager REYNOLDS’ Victor-Victrolas, Victor Records and Supplies Q. R. S. Player Rolls, Musical Instruments Sheet Music, Books and Stationery 1 96 Main Street Milford, Massachusetts Eva O’Donnell’s Shoppe We carry a most complete line of gowns, regular and extra sizes Millinery and Wearing Apparel 2 School Street Telephone 433-R DR. HERBERT W. SHAW Dentist a MILFORD, - MASS. Compliments of. Thomas’ Hairdressing Room F. E. MANN AND COMPANY INSURANCE AND REAL ESTATE RING WELCH BLDG. MILFORD, - MASS. ADVERTISING SECTION. 15 F, S. ADAMS, President, H. S. CHADBOURNE, Treasurer. TITE have moved up the street to a larger store, but no larger prices. We are anxious to see you, and can give you much better service and have a greater variety than at our old store. H. S. Chadbourne Company 230 Main Street, Milford Compliments of John L. McTeirnan Studebaker Erskine Sales and Service Milford, Massachusetts L. COLABELLO SONS SEAVER’S EXPRESS Milford to Worcester Sanitary Barber Shop 30 East Main Street, Milford, Mass. Milford to Providence PHONES Milford 510 Worcester Park 1512 Providence Gaspee 7479 Compliments of Compliments of B. CERUTI MOTOR EQUIPMENT CO. NASH AND PACKARD GARAGE The Automobile Store Complete MILFORD, MASS. Milford, Mass. 16 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. Loose-Wiles Biscuit Co. Makers of Sunshine Biscuits GILMORE’S (Formerly Mader’s) In Memory of GOOD THINGS M. J. CARBARY To Eat - Drink - Smoke - Read Class of 1891. 256 Main Street Milford, Mass. HENRY L. SCHULTZ Compliments of. Electric Company New York Bargain Store DRY GOODS a Ladies’ and Children ' s Apparel C. CHAFETZ, Prop. 63 Main Street 244 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Milford, Massachusetts ■■r ■ « CLASS OF 1927. THE OAK, IilliY AHD IVY Vol. XLII. MILFORD, MASS., JUNE, 1927. No. 1. Published by the Pupils of the Milford High School. Under the Supervision of Miss Marion A. Ryan of the English Department. BOARD OF EDITORS. Editor-in-Chief—Lyman Callery, ’27. Business Manager—John Carlson, ’27. Associate Business Managers— Elizabeth Sherburne, ’27. Sidney Solomon, ’27. Fili Giacomuzzi, ’27. Maurice Kulwinsky, ’27. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. ✓ Joseph Ferrucci, ’27. Helen Palm, ’27. William DiVitto, ’27. Lillian McTiernan, ’27. Business Management of this Magazine under the Supervision of Miss Mae E. Birmingham of the Commercial Department. Single Copies, 15 cents. Address all communications to Oak, Lily and Ivy, Milford, Mass. editorial. COLONEL CHARLES LINDBERGH. The people of the world, especially those of the United States, have experi¬ enced various delightful emotions over the trans-Atlantic flight recently completed by Charles Lindbergh. They are amazed at its completion, while the Americans are especially joyful because he is an American, and the people at large have nothing but admiration for the courageous boy who achieved so marvelous a feat. The flight itself has many wonderful elements involved, but a short study of the life of the performer reveals principles and attributes worthy of imita¬ tion by every American youth. Charles Lindbergh in the first place demonstrated an immense amount of courage by the character of his takeoff. He knew that weather conditions were not wholly favorable, but his supreme confidence enabled him to start. Also the fact that he flew with a single engine is a remarkable one. There were others who were ready to start and so well prepared for emergency that a chance of failure or misfortune was so minimized as to be negligible. Now that the trip has been successfully completed, Lindbergh is astonishing the people of the world, and the theatrical managers especially, by his repeated refusal to “cash in” as it were, on his remarkable feat. ' The amount of money that he is turning down can be shown by one incident. Last week when Lindbergh and Ambassador Herrick returned from a short engagement, the former found 18 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. waiting for him offers totalling $1,400,000. He modestly states that he made the trip with no thought of financial gain, but to prove that it could be done and to help advance the idea of international trans-Atlantic flying for commer¬ cial use. While in the European countries, he has displayed an immense amount of tact. There is a glowing example of this in the fact that in a short address of one hundred words, he sent a gathering of French statesmen and citizens into wild enthusiasm. Everyone realizes that this in itself is remarkable, for it is not an easy position when a person finds himself hemmed in on all sides by people speaking a foreign tongue. Lindbergh inherits this fine tactfulness among many other fine qualities, because his father was a person to be reckoned with in American politics for over twenty years, and his grandfather was a member of the Swedish Parliament. The flight and its completion shows in Lindbergh an inestimable degree of self-reliance. Not once, either while preparing for his flight or in making it, did he have one bit of doubt but that he would be successful. This trait shows a home training that would be well for American mothers and fathers to imitate. Lindbergh’s mother has made the following statement: “During Charles’ boy¬ hood, the word ‘don’t’ was very seldom used.” The importance of this state¬ ment can hardly be imagined by the casual reader. It shows, however, that for every little action that was out of the ordinary, a doubt did not spring up in his parents’ minds that he could not do it, or at least, that he should not attempt it. He was allowed to go ahead, and consequently a feeling of self-reliance and confidence in his own abilities was fostered that was a dominant factor in the great flight that he completed. Another admirable trait of Lindbergh’s is his frankness. An amusing little incident connected with it is the fact that he kept the King and Queen of Belgium waiting for twenty minutes because he had lost his collar button. He did not bother to improvise an excuse, but stated simply what had occurred, and thereby made an impression that would hardly have been made by the presenta¬ tion of an improbable alibi. In short Charles Lindbergh is a splendid American youth possessing com¬ mon qualities in pronounced degrees and I am sure that there is no one in the world who would care to detract one iota from the worldwide admiration that he is receiving, for everyone agrees that true worth must be recognized wherever it is found. Three cheers for Colonel Lindbergh! SALUTATORY. In behalf of the class of 1927, I wish to extend to you a most cordial wel¬ come. We take this opportunity to express our sincere appreciation of the efforts expended by our parents and teachers during the past four years in our behalf. For their sympathetic interest which has made this happy occasion possible, we are truly thankful. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 19 THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH: ITS ETHICAL CONTENT. Every work worthy of the name of literature deals with human behavior. And human nature, at its best or worst, droll or tragic, is at all times interesting, and its study is often enlightening. So literature gives pleasure, but literature also emphasizes and points to a better standard of behavior—a standard stressed by the author in such a way that the reader profits by participating in the world experience depicted by the writer, without making the experience himself. It is against human nature to accept direct moral advice, and we do not like to have its application made personal. But in literature we see the moral energies of society acting upon ideal persons, and the lesson we receive is more impressive and beneficial because we accept it at our freedom. So Shakespeare, the greatest English writer of all times, in his stupendous tragedy “Macbeth,” offers us his moral advice through a convincing portrayal of the possibilities of crime and punishment in a human being. It is in Shakespeare’s method of characterization, although sometimes be¬ wildering, that lies the chief source of his charm and interest. Upon an old plot he focuses all his astounding interest in human nature, and his characters be¬ come magnificent portraits of human conduct, containing a wealth of material for study. Shakespeare shows us tragic deeds followed by their necessary con¬ sequences, and thus arouses our pity for the well intentioned tragic character, and terror if his mistakes are such as we should commit under like circumstances. Aristotle held that tragedy purifies the spectator by showing him how his feel¬ ings and convictions will result when carried out. And such a revelation must needs have its effects in establishing a more wholesome standard of behavior. Hence “Macbeth,” with its central theme of criminal ambition and its con¬ sequences, becomes fit material for tragedy and the contemplation of it purges the emotions through pity and terror. Macbeth, a general in the army of Duncan, king of Scotland, is not satis¬ fied with the honor and prestige bestowed upon him for his military exploits, for his ever-mounting ambition has brought him thoughts of the kingship. Although Duncan is beloved and “his virtues plead like angels, trumpet-tongu’d, against the deep damnation of his taking off,” Macbeth plans to murder the king to satisfy his love of power and wealth. His aim, which becomes slightly weakened in the face of the crime, is made fast by his equally ambitious but more strong- willed wife. Macbeth murders Duncan when the latter is a guest at Macbeth’s home, and with Duncan’s two sons fled, Macbeth becomes king. After some years, however, Macbeth realizes that Banquo and Macduff, both generals in Duncan’s army, are suspicious of him, and realizing their danger to his safety, Macbeth has Banquo murdered as well as the entire family of Macduff. Fleance, the son of Banquo, whom Macbeth had meant to kill, escapes. The ghost of Banquo appears before Macbeth at a banquet which Banquo was to have at¬ tended. Meanwhile Macduff and the sons of the murdered Duncan plot to de¬ pose Macbeth and place Malcolm, the rightful heir, upon the throne. The castle of Macbeth is besieged by Malcolm and his followers, and Macduff kills Macbeth. Lady Macbeth dies by her own hand. With death their troubles are over, but the lives of Macbeth and Lady Macbeth have been one long suffering of fear and remorse. Macbeth’s life has been one long torture of imaginings and fears—fear of discovery, fear of any hindrances to his safety. His life is made up of hallucinations and self-delu¬ sions. His very active imagination, spell-binding his other faculties, shows him 20 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. that Banquo is dangerous to his peace, and his mind is all afire with the thought of getting rid of him. And in contemplation of this crime he says: “But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meals in fear, and sleep In the affliction of those terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.” So it is seen that the strange effect of the crime on Macbeth is that he seems more alive to the dangers of his deed, than to the guilt of it, and his thoughts become almost frenzied in his efforts to ward off any possible danger to his security. He commits murder still, desperately seeking peace of mind, and each murder affects him only more strongly until he becomes almost indifferent about it, for, as he explains: “I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er .” But Macbeth realizes before he dies, how his life has been wasted, realizes that fame and wealth were not worth the agonies and sacrifices he suffered, and that nothing can make up for the loss of a clear state of mind, for he exclaims sadly: “My way of life Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath Which the poor heart would vain deny, and dare not.” So Macbeth dies at the hand of Macduff, thus fulfilling the prophecies of the Weird Sisters, the precipitating cause of Macbeth’s crime, who have brought out the half-formed evil and temptation in Macbeth’s mind. By showing Macbeth’s crime, and by tracing his mental processes as a con¬ sequence of it, Shakespeare emphasizes the priceless value of a mind unstained by crime. The effect of the crime on Lady Macbeth is no less significant. Her suffer¬ ing, although different, is no less severe. It is her admirable self-control and will power which make her punishment different. It is not inborn heartlessness, but a courage “screwed to the sticking place” for the desires of ambition wrongly evaluated, that is the cause of her really greater participation in the crime. She has no hallucinations or delusions, because her existence is too evenly regu¬ lated by her will for any possible betrayal of her feelings. Her punishment is harder because she has the double burden of remorse and of hiding that remorse. It is only under the most trying conditions, over which she has no control, that she reveals the evidence of her suffering. Who can forget Lady Macbeth, with eyes staring straight before her, walking in her sleep, reenacting the scene of the murder and her suffering thereof? She gives vent to all the pent up agony of years and the revelation is pitifully enlightening. That she had remorse she has already shown to her husband in the words: THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 21 “Nought’s had all’s spent. Where our desire is got without content.” Finally she brings an end to her brooding melancholy herself, realizing as keenly as her husband that her ambition was not worth the price she paid. Peace of mind is too dear a blessing to be sold, especially since it cannot be rebought. Macbeth and Lady Macbeth have both realized before their death their folly, and Shakespeare, in showing us their mistake, makes us acutely conscious of a better standard of behavior. He emphasizes the insignificance of prestige and wealth in stressing the value of a clear conscience. It does not seem likely that universal interest will ever be centered on the study of some class or form of organization rather than on the study of the individual. So it does not seem probable that Shakespeare will ever lose his pre¬ eminence, for as long as our chief occupation is the study of human nature, and as long as we believe that the great purpose of literature is to uplift and ennoble, Shakespeare and his dramas will maintain their place in the world’s literature. Esther Broudy, ’27. FROM THE DIARY OF MONSIEUR HENRI DE RIVORAL. June 1: This first day of June, 1917, marks the ninth day since the woman who calls herself Jacqueline Valny came to dwell under my roof. She thinks she is deceiving me, but I have proved satisfactorily to myself that she is a spy, a spy of those people who killed my three sons,—the Germans. I sigh no longer over the destruction of the village inn, for its demolition has given me my chance for revenge. But to-night I completed my plans. To-night I swore before the Almighty that this woman should pay for the death of my loved ones. To-morrow I hope to see my plans bear fruit. June 2: At breakfast this morning the reason of her presence here suddenly dawned upon me. The cure tells me that the German forces are rapidly advancing, and they wish, undoubtedly, to use my ancestral home to house their filthy soldiery. The thought of it increases my hatred a hundredfold. The Chateau de Rivoral a shelter for the foes of France? Never! It makes me twice as determined that I shall obtain the plans of the German advance, which I am certain she possesses. Then I will communicate them to Paris, thus saving my estates and the estates of my neighbors! If only my brother Jean were here to help me! But I have neither seen nor heard from him since my father disowned him, thirty long years ago. Even now I could pick him from among a thousand, but this is no time for idle musings, for to-night 1 must strike. In a few minutes Mademoiselle Valny will appear, so I must prepare myself. I sincerely hope that Madame Corteau, my only remaining servant, who is almost totally deaf, will remain in the sanctuary of her kitchen. June 5: I have committed a grievous sin. Who am I to wrest the power of revenge from the hands of our Creator? I shudder as I think of the mangled, torn, blood-stained corpse that lies at the foot of the stairs lead¬ ing to the wine vaults. If I had but given her a chance to deny my accusa¬ tions. I have often read of the tortured mind of a murderer, but to have murdered an innocent woman! 22 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Even now I seem to see her face in every corner, through every window, behind every portiere. Every minute of the past three days I have lived again that horrible hour. I met her at the foot of the staircase—led her into the library—seated her by the fireplace, all the while conscious of her unusual charm and beauty. It was then I made my accusation. I cursed both her and her nation and charged her with betraying my trust in her after she had begged my protection and hospitality. She rose, trembling, but before she could speak, I dealt her a blow with a heavy poker that I snatched up from beside the fireplace. What a horrible picture! Blood gushing forth from the deep wound which I had inflicted in her temple. However, not satisfied with this first cruel act, I allowed an insatiable thirst for human blood to overpower my finer feelings, and continued to rain blow after blow upon her unfeeling body. Soon fatigue compelled me to stop, but after a short rest I searched carefully through her clothing for any documents that might be hidden therein. Finding none, I came to the conclusion that they were secreted in her room. I then hurled the gore-clotted mass of human flesh down the long stairway leading to the wine vaults, securely locked the massive door at the head of the same stairway, and hurried in spite of my sixty odd years to the floor above. I went immediately to the room of the dead woman and began a feverish search through her meagre belongings. Suddenly I came upon a small gold locket, and out of idle curiosity I pried it open. Mon dieu! I had murdered some one who was dear to my brother, Jean de Rivoral. Suddenly I spied a letter in the same drawer where I had found the locket. Hastily I snatched it up. It was from the Secret Service Bureau of France and it announced the death of the girl’s father, Jean de Rivoral on July 14, 1917. I had killed my own niece, my brother’s daughter, a girl who had given her life to her country’s cause. That disfigured face seems to be reflected upon the page even as I write. I fear every minute lest the door of the wine vault should swing open and she should stand before me, she whom I murdered because I was too blind to see the truth. Sooner or later I know that I shall be called upon to pay for this deed. I fear lest I go insane as did my father before me, insane, insane, INSANE. June 7 : In due respect to my last master, Monsieur Henri de Rivoral, I, his last remaining servant, close his diary. The poor old gentleman flung himself into the river from the top¬ most parapet of his castle the night of June 5, 1917. I fear for my life, so I am leaving Rivoral before the Germans come. The Cure has promised to watch for Monsieur de Rivoral’s body, and also for the body of Mademoi¬ selle Valny, who we believe met with the same fate as my good master. I submit this diary, unread, to Monsieur Charles Manteau, the lawyer of Monsieur de Rivoral. Warren Reid, ’27. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 23 THE POWER BEYOND CONTROL. Joyce Tramway felt the steady pressure of each stair as he trudged up to his room, denoting to his tired brain that his shoes were in need of repair, and he in¬ stinctively shoved his hand into his pocket, finding nothing but a small, round hole. Arriving in his room he dropped into a chair and as he relaxed his fatigued body, the events of the past six months flashed through his mind. Six months ago, he had been a contented department store clerk, until one night after hours, a late purchaser hearing him play the department piano, stopped to listen. Joyce had felt the man’s presence, and when he finished, he swung around on the stool. “Young man, you have great talent,” exclaimed the gentleman. “Why are you here?” “Well, sir, one cannot advance without opportunity.” Further conversation ensued, and the gentleman had finally given Joyce his card with the request to look him up some day. That night Joyce showed the card to his youthful companion, Peg. “Gee, Peg, but wouldn’t I like the chance to make good. Have you ever heard of this Mr. Jennings?” “Why, of course, Joyce. He is the instructor at the large Conservatory in Sennott.” For a few weeks things went along much the same as usual, but the seed had been sown and each day Joyce’s discontent had grown until he had finally left for the big city. Arriving there, he went to the Professor’s home, only to be told that the latter had left four days before for Europe. Unknown and inexperienced, Joyce had been able to receive only part time theatre jobs. These few bright spots plus his deep pride had prevented him from returning home. His dreaming was abruptly ended by a sharp knock at the door. He roused himself and on the threshold encountered his sour-faced landlady. “Well—when did you get back, Dreamy?” “Just about five minutes ago,” as he evaded the woman’s stare. “Well—?” she demanded. “I am very sorry, Mrs. Trent, but my efforts were fruitless, and if you would only-” “Say, you young whippersnapper—if I don’t have that three week’s room rent by tomorrow at five, you may as well book lodging with the park pigeons,” and with this ultimatum she withdrew. As he turned back, Joyce’s glance rested on an old vest thrown over a chair. With a purely impulsive action he searched the pockets and found at last silver amounting to thirty-five cents. Not much, but at least enough for supper. Pulling his thread-bare cap down over his curly and unruly brown hair, he slipped from the lodging house and continued on to the gleaming lights of the corner restaurant with a new light in his now sparkling steel gray eyes, that transformed his former melancholy expression to one of pleasant expectancy. Finding himself almost at the door, he felt for the change to reassure himself. Not finding it in the lefthand pocket, he explored the right, but was rewarded only with that forgotten hole as a mute reminder of the trail of his money. Overwhelmed by the irony of the situation he did not notice where his feet led him until he reached the bridge connecting the city with its famous island 24 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. prison, and felt the cool breezes as they swept in from the sea. He approached the bridge railing and peered over as countless others had done before him. Slowly the desire to plunge into the deep black water crept over him, and as this feeling numbed his mind, things that might have happened suggested themselves. Why hadn’t that old fogy of a musical director at home retired? What did he want with more money? Oughtn’t he give someone else a chance? Even these questions brought back the idea of returning home to the old job and Peg, who had so earnestly pleaded with him not to leave. Would he ever forget her as she was the night before he left? Her creamy skin silhouetted against the dark mahogany of the piano, her slender legs swing¬ ing back and forth, and her lips parted in a smile that together with her eyes reflected the affectionate interest she had in him. With all his love, would his haughty pride allow him to return to her a failure? No! A thousand times, No! But why waste time considering these silly questions? Why not end it all now? And this, it seemed to his distorted mind, was the easiest way. Could that impene¬ trable void have any more trials and cares than his present existence? As this feeling began to dominate him, a counter response arose and he was conscious of a desire, of a need, to return to the rooming house. Something seemed to be drawing him there. Finally giving in, he wended his way over the bridge onto the main walk. But that something seemed to impel him to greater speed and his ambling gait changed to a steady, brisk walk. As he neared familiar streets, this feeling grew and he found himself in a frenzied sweat, turning from his now half trot to a panting run, as his house loomed into view. He ran up the stairs and into the hall. Groping for his mail slot, he sensed a gnawing doubt. Perhaps this impulse had been nothing but the result of a distraught mind, but as his fingers closed on an envelope, all uncertainty fled. As he fumbled for a match it seemed ages before the soft gas light filled the room. He gazed at the telegram. Tearing open the yellow envelope, he read aloud: “New theatre finished Thursday. You have been appointed musical director. Come at once.”—Peg. As the paper fluttered to the floor, Joyce Tramway realized that a kind and watchful God had once more assumed the directorship of his affairs. Lyman P. Callery, ’27. THE TIN BOX. Philip Stark went back to his hotel with a tin box under his arm. He would like to have entered the hotel without being observed, but this was impossible, for the land-lord’s nephew was just closing up. Though not late for a city, it was very late for the country, and he looked surprised when Stark came in. “I am out late,” said Stark, with a smile. “Yes.” “That is late for Milford. In the city I never go to bed before midnight.” “Have you been out walking?” “Yes.” “You couldn’t have found the walk a pleasant one.” “You are right, my friend, but I didn’t walk for pleasure. The fact is, I am rather worried about a business matter. I have learned that I am threatened THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 25 with a heavy loss—an unwise investment in the West—and I wanted time to think it over and decide how to act.” “I see,” answered the clerk, respectfully, for Stark’s word led him to think that his guest was a man of wealth. “Do you think it would pay me to go West?” he added “I do, if you know some one out there.” “But I don’t know anyone.” “You know me,” said Stark. “Do you think you could help me to a place, Mr. Stark?” “I think I could. A month from now write to me, Col. Philip Stark, at Denver, Colorado, and 1 will see if I can find an opening for you.” “You are very kind, Mr.—I mean Col. Stark,” said the clerk, gratefully. “By the way, I am sorry that I shall probably have to leave you to-mor¬ row.” “So soon?” “Yes. It’s this tiresome business. I shouldn’t wonder if I might lose ten thousand dollars through the folly of my agent. I shall probably have to go out to right things.” “Lord, I couldn’t afford to lose so great a sum of money,” said the young man, regarding the capitalist before him with astonishment. “No, I expect not. At your age I wasn’t worth ten thousand cents. But that’s neither here nor there. Give me a light, please, and I shall go up to bed. The young man had noticed with some curiosity the rather oddly shaped bundle which Stark carried under his arm but forebore to ask any questions about it. It seemed queer that Stark should have it with him walking. He remembered seeing him go out in the early evening, and he was quite confident that at the time he had no bundle with him. Plowever, he was influenced only by a spirit of idle curiosity. He had no idea that the bundle was of any im¬ portance or value. Phil Stark went up to his room, and setting the lamp on the bureau, first carefully locked the door, and then removed the paper from the tin box. He looked at it lovingly, and tried one by one the keys he had in his pocket, but none fitted. As he was experimenting, he thought with a smile of the night clerk from whom he had just parted. He took out his wallet, and counted seven dollars and thirty-eight cents. “That can hardly be said to compose wealth,” he thought, “but it is all I have over and above the contents of this box. That makes all the difference. Gib¬ bon is of the opinion that there are four or five thousand dollars in bonds, and he expects me to give him half. He must think I am crazy. I 11 give him fifteen hundred and keep the rest for myself. To-morrow I must clear out from Mil¬ ford, and give it a wide berth in the future. I suppose there will be a great hue and cry about the robbery of the safe.” Phil Stark, or Col. Stark had a large supply of keys, but none of them seemed to fit the tin box. The evening had been rather an exciting one, but the excitement was a pleasurable one, for he had succeeded in the plan which he and the book¬ keeper had so ingeniously formed and carried out, and here within reach was a rich reward for which they had struggled. In a short time Staik fell asleep and slept until morning. It seemed to him that he awoke rather suddenly from his slumber, and saw Gibbon leaving the room with the tin box under his arm. What a dreadful thing to have happened! 26 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. He awoke with beads of perspiration upon his brow, awoke to see by the sun streaming in at his window that the morning was well along, and the tin box was still safe. “Thank Heaven, it was only a dream,” he murmured. “I must try again to open the box.” He took from his pocket a button hook, and after a little tiresome experi¬ menting opened the lock. He lifted the lid eagerly, and prepared to gaze upon the stolen bonds. But over his face came a startling change. An ashy look of disappointment followed the glowing, hopeful look. He grabbed at one of the folded, silver looking pieces of paper and opened it to find nothing but mere waste paper. Overwhelmed, he sank into a chair in a hopeless posture. John C. Lynch, Jr. THE WOODEN BRIDGE. The Major paced up and down the room, his hands tightly clasped behind him. “The lad’s so young,” he thought. “I wonder if I dare trust him. But then, if he had courage enough to volunteer to go down there and get the papers, I think he must be trustworthy. He seemed to want to prove to me that he could do it.” “Jameson,” he called as he stopped in the middle of the bare unfurnished room. A door opened, and a man dressed in the uniform of a Colonial Whig entered. “Yes, Sir,” he said saluting. “Go and get Daniel Webb.” The door closed softly as Jameson left. The Major continued his pacing until a tall young lad appeared on the threshold. “Yes, sir,” he asked, his keen brown eyes flashing and his face illuminated with the spirit of adventure. The Major motioned to him to be seated at the only table in the room, and drawing a map from his pocket, he placed it before them. “I hope you understand fully the danger and seriousness of this errand which you plan to undertake. To-night at half past eleven you are to be at this wooden bridge which crosses the river about here.” He placed his finger on the map. “Here you will find a messenger waiting for you and you will be given these papers which are so very important to us. Take every precaution that is necessary, for you are going on a dangerous errand. The pass word is ‘son of liberty.’ ” He rose and Webb turned to go. “Good luck to you,” he said as they parted, “and may the Lord be with you!” The figure of Jameson crouched back into the shadows of the dark passage as Webb passed down the hall. He laughed triumphantly, “The Lord be with you! Humph, I guess He’ll need to be with you, and the sign is ‘son of liberty,’ ” he mused. “Ha-ha, Major Wayne,” he whisperd with a sneer, “you didn’t know that your dear Jameson was a British spy!” At eleven o’clock that night a lone rider was galloping swiftly along the river road in the cold and heavy rain. But soon another rider appeared quite a distance behind him. The first figure turned with a start in the saddle. A shot THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 27 rang out in the stillness and was echoed by a dull thud as the forward man dropped to the ground. Hastily Jameson put his pistol back in the holster and jumped from his horse. He exchanged uniforms with the lad who lay so still on the cold ground. Quietly he mounted again. “The wooden bridge—important papers—‘son of liberty’! ” he muttered over and over as he rode on. Awaiting him on the bridge was the messenger, James Hancock, a strong, sturdy patriot lad, who carried with him the precious papers. He paced up and down, pulling his coat collar higher as he shivered. His horse neighed impa¬ tiently. Hancock, too, was getting quite impatient. “I wonder why in the devil he doesn’t come; it’s after twelve now.” Then footsteps sounded. “Who goes?” came a sharp law command from Hancock, as he raised his pistol. The figure stopped. “A friend, ‘son of liberty’ ” he answered. Hancock’s fire arm came down with a jerk. “Glad you’ve come. You’re Webb, aren’t you?” he asked as he drew from his pocket a small package securely bound. He handed it to the spy. Jameson grasped it and thrust it inside his coat. “Cold, isn’t it?” Hancock asked jovially, lighter of heart, having exe¬ cuted his part of the affair. “Yes,” replied the spy, turning to go. “Have a hard time coming down?” “No.” The spy backed farther away. “Well, goodbye, and good luck to you.” But by this time Jameson was running down the road. Hancock turned to his horse. He stopped suddenly. “Hancock.” He heard his name called softly. Was his imagination play¬ ing with him or— “Hancock.” This time the voice was a little nearer. He ran across the bridge. A man stood there swaying back and forth, then fell against the railing. He gasped. “Get him,” he whispered, pointing a shaking finger in the direction of the fleeing Webb. “He’s—he’s a spy. “I’m—I’m the messenger—‘a son of lib¬ erty’—he tried to kill-” His voice trailed off into silence, and he fell with a shudder to the ground. Hancock stood too stunned to move. He didn’t understand. Then like a flash it came to him. He jumped on his horse, and rode like mad down the road after the fleeing figure who carried the precious papers. Thoughts raced through his mind keeping pace with the horse’s hoofs. A spy—the papers—he thought he killed Webb—Webb had come to the bridge after all. He must get the papers; he had to get the papers. He grasped his pistol till his knuckles were white. He urged his horse onward. The horse spurted forward with more speed. Hancock was gaining on the spy. Less and less, the distance came between them. He was gaining; he would be able to get the papers back. He urged his horse on more and more, still more. He stood in the stirrups and fired, but the fleeing horse did not lessen its speed. He reached for his other gun. It was his last chance, his only chance. He must shoot and kill. “Heaven help me,” he breathed. He fired again. The horse in advance reared on his hind legs, and th spy slowly slid to the ground. Elizabeth Sherburne, ’2 28 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. FAITH. The stage on which we play our dramas of life has for most of us but one setting. Characters come, move about, taking their leave by way of familiar exits. Palace or hovel is the setting for our figures. The echo of the faintly rumbling wheels on the muddy road could still be heard as Dora Sarkoff, the peasant wife, crooned a Jewish melody to her babe. The big black kettle swayed on its crane, and an atmosphere of content and cheerfulness prevailed over the simple scene in the shanty-hut. Her husband, Josef, and small son had departed for Moscow, the great city where all peasants display their country wares in exchange for other mer¬ chandise. This was their way of making a living. He scowled at the gather¬ ing clouds and urged the oxen on, refusing to confess to ' himself the dread of the destination which they were approaching. Not very far from the Sarkoff dwelling was a saloon where all the lower class of Russian peasants congregated to eat, drink, and plan their next mas¬ sacre of human lives. What heartless creatures they were! They glorified in seeing others suffer, especially women and children of other races than their own. A foreboding stillness hung over the liquor-sodden air as the men gathered around the bar. A few tables made of old barrels were scattered about the place, which was dimly lighted by flickering candles. Soon the stillness was broken by a loud shot that came from the doorway. This was the beginning of the massacre which will long remain in the memory of those who escaped their merciless slaughter. The peasants were so intoxicated with liquor that one rifle report meant a fight to them, and this was one thing they craved. Bottles were broken, shots rang out from all si des, and the angry cries of the bearded men could be heard far down the road. The candles were overturned and soon the building was a mass of flames. Out poured the angry mob car¬ rying lighted torches, screeching and yelling, setting aflame the small shanties, burning the poor innocent women and small children. Screams of pain and terror could be heard for miles. Innocent babes were dashed to death before the eyes of their mothers—pitiful sights. Upon hearing the loud moans and cries for mercy, Dora ran to the window and saw what she had already dreaded—a massacre. She felt faint and dizzy. They would soon be upon her! She would be tortured alive. She sank to her knees, and because of her unfailing faith in God, she uttered a prayer. “Oh God! Help me save my baby! Have mercy on me! Deliver me from these hungry plunderers!” The family across the way were already in their clutches, for the little children could be heard crying for their mother, and then slowly their cries were heard no more. Unoffending little Jewish children paying with their lives, because the murderous peasants glorified in seeing others suffer. There was no time to lose; she must act at once. A thought flashed through her mind. Yes, He had answered her prayer. She quickly overturned tables, chairs, boxes, broke dishes, tore the bed covering, smashed the windows, and Mattered pieces of torn clothing all over the floor. She did this so they would ink another group of their own kind had already reaped their harvest, ri Grasping the child to her breast, she climbed up on a ladder to a small dpening in the ceiling, pulling up the ladder after her. Here she crawled into THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 29 a barrel, murmuring prayers to the Almighty that He fail her not in her hour of need. Heavy tramping in the passage-way told of the arrival of the drunken mob, crying for more lives to torture, but on seeing the room in such a state of chaos, they quickly left the house, satisfied that others had already performed their mur¬ derous work. Dora heaved a deep sigh of relief when she heard their loud talking die away, but she was afraid to come down—not because she doubted that God would disclose her hiding place, but because they might return and kill her outright. The village was a mass of flames which lit the sky—the whole thing looked like a roaring furnace. The pathetic cries of the women and children died down as the smouldering flames wiped out their lives. For two days Dora Sarkoff remained in her hiding place, without food or water, still clutching her babe tightly to her breast. She seemed hidden away from the eyes of eternity and she pictured her husband and son suffering horribly, her baby dead in her arms, and a living death for herself. She dared not look into the future ; she dared not think. Perhaps if she breathed too heav¬ ily, her life would be snuffed out just as the flame of a candle gradually dims down and in a second’s time is out. Each time she thought of her capture, she shuddered and trembled. She had but one comforting thought. Her baby was still alive—she had something to live for. God! if only He would let it live! Her faith in the Almighty was high, and her one comforting thought was that He would reach down and raise her from this sordid place. She prayed that He might look into the ver y depth of her soul and understand the faith she had in Him. When Josef arrived home from market on the second day, he was horror stricken. The full extent of the disaster was revealed—houses still smoulder¬ ing—dead women and children lying by the roadside. God, they were pitiful sights! He could hardly believe his eyes. Was he dreaming? Yes, his house was still there, one of the few that had escaped the plunders. The scene that met his eyes when he entered his little shack made his heart sink. Where was Dora? Did she escape their pillage? His little son was running back and forth crying wildly: “Mama—mama—we’re here; we came home—where are you. Mama, oh mama!” He dared not move for fear he would see his wife lying dead in some corner of the room. God—how cruel the world was! He must find Dora. She must be alive. No, they could not take her from him, from their little baby, and from their little boy, who needed his mother so badly. “Oh, dear God, spare her and bring her back!” he murmured in silent prayer. “I want my mama — o — oh 1 hear her—I hear her up there — quick, papa— get her up there!” gasped the little boy as he pointed to the opening in the ceil¬ ing. Josef climed up to the small opening and found his wife and baby still alive. After they had been brought down and nourished, Dora in a weak voice said: “Josef, it was my faith in God that saved us. He told me to do all this. Let us both offer Him a prayer of gratitude for He heard my pleas and answered me.” And they both knelt, offering their thankfulness to the Almighty. Myrtice Kurlansky, ’27. 30 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. THE PHANTOM FOOTSTEPS. John Carmody paused in his meditation. He had just sent his half-witted servant, Farrell, to murder a personal enemy of his, who knew enough about them to send them both to jail for life. “Killing two birds with one stone,” he thought. “Farrell will be arrested, and put away, and I will be rid of him for life.” He lighted a cigar, and settled back comfortably in his easy chair. “Now,” he added after a moment, “I can sit back and enjoy myself.” He looked admiringly at the picture on his desk of two lovely girls, his twin daughters about to be graduated from a distant boarding school which they had attended since early childhood, their mother having died shortly after their birth. “By Heaven, they are handsome!” he cried. “No more crooked work for me. The straight and narrow from now on.” He looked around the beautifully furnished living room. “I hope they like everything. It cost me all right.” His daughters’ train arriving at eight that night, he planned to meet them at the station, but first he must drive to the city thirty miles distant to bring his newly hired servants. On the return in an isolated spot his car stopped dead and resisted all his efforts to start it. “D- this car!” muttered Carmody, “I’ll buy another tomorrow.” From a farm-house nearby, he telephoned home, explaining the situation. When the daughters, Julia and Geraldine, arrived, they were admitted by a genial old person, who informed them that she was doing a little cleaning about the house, but would be gone by evening. Their father, she added, had gone to the city, but due to an accident would not be back until the next day; and he had instructed her to tell them not to be nervous of sleeping alone in a strange house, that there was nothing to be afraid of, and that he would, any¬ how, be with them early in the morning. Now Julia and Geraldine, though twins, were of vastly different tempera¬ ments; for while Julia was a girl of gay spirits who knew not fear, Geraldine was timid and knew nothing else. When night fell, Julia could scarcely con¬ tain her delight at the adventure, while it was with difficulty that Geraldine could support the tremors that shook her frame. Imagine, then, how differently they were affected when, as they lay in bed in a room near the top of the house, they distinctly heard from below a noise, as of someone moving about. Julia sat up in bed, intent, unafraid, curious. Geraldine with difficulty suppressed a scream. “Only a cat,” Julia whisperd. “I’m going down.” And the adventure-loving girl went, feeling her way to the door in dark¬ ness, for a light would have warned the intruder, if there was one, that the house was inhabited. It was her plan to scare him away by suddenly appearing to him as a phantom, as she knew country people were superstitious. A little calmed by her sister’s nonchalance, Geraldine lay still as a mouse in the darkness, her pretty head beneath the bedclothes. Then, as though to test her grit in the worst way, came a dull noise from below. Geraldine, restraining a scream, lay breathless. Presently she grew a little calmer, thinking that maybe her sister had carelessly dropped a slipper. Listening, she became aware of foot-steps ascending the stairs. Her first feeling was one of infinite relief. Her sister was returning. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 31 As the foot-steps approached the door, she thought she would die of uncer¬ tainty. But as the key fitted into the lock, she breathed deeply with relief, only to be at once shaken by the most acute agony of doubt, so that she would have given anything to be out of the house. “Julia!” she sobbed. “Julia!” For the door had opened, the foot-steps were in the room, and Geraldine thought she recognized her sister’s maidenly tread. “Julia!” sobbed Geraldine. “Julia!” The foot-seps seemed to fumble about the room with an indecision madden¬ ing to Geraldine’s nerves. But at last they came beside the bed—and stopped. In the awful silence Geraldine heard her heart beating furiously. “Julia!” she screamed. “What is it, Julia? Speak!” But not a sound, though Julia must be standing within a yard of the bed. “Oh, she is only trying to frighten me,” thought Geraldine; and, unable to bear the cruel silence longer, she timidly stretched out a hand to touch her sister—when to her infinite relief, her fingers encountered the white rabbit fur with which Julia’s dressing-gown was trimmed. “You wretch, Julia,” she sobbed. Never a word, however, came from the still shape. Geraldine, impatient at the continuation of the joke which seemed to her in the worst taste, raised her hand to touch her sister’s face; but her fingers had risen no farther than Julia’s throat when she touched something wet and warm, and with a scream of indescribable terror Geraldine fainted. When Carmody admitted himself into the house early the next morning, his eyes were assailed by a dreadful sight. At the foot of the stairs was a red pool, from which, in a loathsome trail, drops of blood wound up the stairway. Carmody rushed frantically up the stairs and, in the doorway of his daughters’ room he stood appalled, so foul was the sight that met his eyes. His beloved Geraldine lay on the bed, her face haggard, her lips raving with the shrill fancies of a maniac. On the floor beside the bed lay stretched in a pool of blood his beloved Julia, her head half-severed from her body. The tragic story unfolded only when the police arrived. It then became clear that Julia, her head half cut from her body, had yet, with indomitable purpose, come upstairs to warn her timid sister against the homicidal lunatic, Farrell, who, just escaped from his captors, had penetrated into the house. Carmody, who had repented too late, lived in misery for many years, pay¬ ing in full for the crimes he had committed. Lloyd Bowen, ’ 27 . THE EMERALD PENDANT. Rachel Baldwin came to her usual halt before the jewelry store window. Every morning she stopped on her way to work to see the glittering displays, be¬ cause she appreciated jewelry so beautifully real. She did not care for the jewelry that the twenty-dollar-a-week job in a big city department store could buy. Every morning she looked at the priceless arrays, and they appealed to her only for their general impression of genuine beauty. This morning, however, she saw something there that affected her as nothing had before. On the rich white satin of an oblong box lay a beautiful emerald in the form of a pendant, attached to a platinum chain. It was its gorgeous 32 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. simplicity which attracted Rachel, and made her determine, after a five minutes’ spellbound gaze, that she was going to have an emerald pendant. The only thing definite was the desire, for the means of purchase was part of the haze which enveloped Rachel as she entered her own store. “Come on, kid, snap out of it,” advised a fellow clerk, adding aside to one of her gumchewing cronies, “Say, what’s that Baldwin person so stuck on her¬ self for? Always has her head up in the air. Wears skirts below her knees and ain’t got her hair bobbed either.” “She’s nice looking though,” ventured her less vindictive companion. “Huh! Nice looking! Don’t use no make-up—washed out looking. Huh? No, I guess she ain’t got no folks. Lives alone.” Meanwhile the subject of their conversation had not yet come back to real¬ ity. Her mind was full of the beautiful emerald. That rich color would look so well against her throat and—the severe reprimand of a customer started Rachel’s gradual descent to earth. During the lunch hour she went to inquire the price of the jewel. It was six hundred dollars. Yes, they would get her one any time, just with two weeks’ notice. Rachel now had something to work for, something to look forward to. With strict economy she managed to save something every week, but she realized that it would probably take two or three years to save enough. Yet she knew she would appreciate the ornament more for having waited, and every time she thought of the jewel, her heart gave a little leap, and her heart and her eyes became bright with anticipation. She would deny herself anything, but she would have that emerald! At the end of two years Rachel had over four hundred dollars saved, and those two years had been the happiest period of her life. Saving for the emerald was a joy and a comfort which made up for all her sacrifices. It was at this time that Rachel met Michael Scott, a bank cashier, and their friendship progressed rapidly. She liked his quiet ways and pleasing manners. She learned that he, too, was alone in the city; his parents were dead and he had no near relatives. The next six months went by pleasantly. Rachel worked and saved with the image singing, “Just a few months more! Just a few months more!” The evenings spent with Michael were becoming more and more delightful. The world seemed pretty bright to Rachel. ' Then one night Michael asked her to marry him. He went home hurt and disappointed, and Rachel lay awake late that night. She had told Michael she couldn’t marry him until he had saved something to start with. And now she admitted the truth to herself. She loved Michael, but she knew marrying him now meant giving up the pendant, for her conscience wouldn’t allow her to buy a jewel while he slaved to make a home. But if she could buy it. before they were married—Michael knew nothing about the pendant—she would be willing to work and struggle with him anew. But she must get that pendant. It was the only thing she had ever wanted so badly, and she could not give it up now. No, if Michael loved her, he would wait for her another year. Rachel’s first uneasiness as to what his attitude would be was soon put to rest, for his devotion continued unchanged. Then one night shortly after, he didn’t come at the usual time. She had received no word from him and Rachel was disturbed. This was Monday. On Friday Michael came, but what a Michael! His face was haggard and his eyes bloodshot and heavy from lack of sleep. “Michael! What’s the matt er?” cried Rachel thoroughly frightened, her own pale face evidence of the past week’s worry. Michael sat down, his head CAST OF CAST OF CAST OF THE PIE AND THE TART” “THE LONESOME-LIKE” “NOT QUITE SUCH A GOOSE 38 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. for the second time. Two roughly clad men, noted for their jail records, stood outside the shop. “Well, Spike, are ya ready fer the job?” “Sure am, Han’some, come on, let’s go.” These two thugs had seen the old man examine the precious jade, and took it for granted that it was very valuable as the expression of the dealer’s face displayed. Pretending to be late customers, they tried the door of the antique shop and found it locked as they had expected. The old man, who was about to withdraw to the back, heard someone at the door, and went to unlatch it. The two yeggs entered without arousing the suspicions of the dealer. When the latter had stationed himself behind the counter, one of the men said, “We have somethin’ fer you.” “Well, well, my friends, what is it?” said the old man, rubbing his hands. “Hand us over that thing that you was watchin’ so lovin’ly just now, that’s what we got fer ya,” they sneered. The old man turned pale and shook from head to foot. “I don’t know what ya mean,” he muttered. P’raps if you give me an idea of what ya mean, 1 might give it t’ya.” “Quick, we ain’t got no time t’ lissen to yer chatter. Where’s that sparkler? Han’s up, an’ don’t move! Now come across with it.” The old man would not give up the precious jade, after he had gained it so easily. This stone was worth the price of a man’s life. “I haven’t got anything, an’ I don’t undestan’ you. Get outta here!” The thieves talked no more, for their time was too precious, so they shot him with a noiseless pistol. They searched about, until they came upon what they were looking for, as well as many other precious ornaments. As they were pocketing them, the bit of jade lightly slipped out from the collection, falling to the floor. Eagerly they hurried out. Early the next morning the crime was discovered. The police were sum¬ moned to the scene. While the corpse was being examined, one of the police¬ men was searching about for clues. Suddenly something on the floor caught his eye. “Hello, look at that on the floor,” and picking up the little figure, carefully examined it and saw it bore an Oriental inscription. “Look, what’s that writing?” and he handed the jade to one of the detectives. The latter, who had traveled in the Orient, was able to read the following words: “J°y and honor dwell together.” Lillian Bellofatto, 1925. THE OAK, LILY AND IV . 33 in his hands, and began abruptly: “I wasn’t going to come at all, and intended to let you forget me, but I don’t want you to think me a cad; so I’m going to tell you everything and then go. Through a careless mistake of mine there were five hundred dollars missing in the bank. They won’t believe its a mistake, and anyway they told me that unless I replace that money within a week, they will have me arrested. So since Monday I’ve been trying to get five hundred dollars. God knows I’m innocent—and to-day is Friday and I haven’t got it. So I’ve come to say.” Rachel had been listening quietly, but she had done some rapid thinking and now she interrupted. “Oh, Michael, isn’t it wonderful? I was waiting to tell you all week—I got a letter from my mother’s brother whom I thought dead, and he enclosed a check for $500 as an apology for his neglect. So now you can pay that money, and we can get married and work together. I realized this last week how foolish I’ve been.” And after much explanation and per¬ suasion Michael took the money. That night Rachel lay and peered into the darkness for a long time. “I have bought my emerald,” she said at last, happily. Esther Broudy, ’27. THE NEW FLAG. “I don’t like Murad, the new boy they put on our team,” said Ray Thomp¬ son, swinging his bat impatiently. “What’s the matter with him?” asked Ned Jones, the team’s best batter. “He throws a good ball.” “It isn’t the way he plays the game,” Ray explained. “It’s the way he talks. It is a queer thing if there aren’t enough boys that are sure Americans to choose from, that the manager must pick him.” “There are a good many of that kind these days. However, I hardly think we have much to say. The government considers them the right sort, or they wouldn’t be let in.” “Letting the Armenians into the country may be all right. But to have the Armenians in your class, playing on the same team is another thing.” “After all, it’s the man and his courage and usefulness that gives man a value, you know,” said Ned cheerfully. School was over and Ray made a dash for out of doors. Jumping into his run-about, he started for home at a good pace. It was some consolation when looking back, he saw Murad Rustian pumping upgrade on a bicycle. Murad just shrugged his shoulders and pedalled on. Murad lived in the poorer part of the city, so their ways soon parted. His home, though humble, was neatly kept with a good yard, most of it used as a garden. When Murad sat down to dinner, he noticed that his mother had made pilaf for him, which he liked very much. “Oh, mother,” he said, “aren’t you wonderful to cook delicious food for me?” When dinner was over, Murad brought his school books to the table. An hour passed in careful study when his father spoke. 34 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. -— “Would you mind taking a look at this, Murad? It is my lesson in arithme¬ tic. I am not quite sure if I have worked those problems correctly.” Murad looked the problems over, made a few corrections, explained why he made them, and handed back the paper. “It is a sad state of affairs,” said Mr. Rustian, “when a son can teach his father. Don’t let it happen with you, my son. As long as you have youth and health, let nothing keep you from a thorough education.” Murad smiled. “I may teach you arithmetic, father, but there are many things you can teach me. However, I have managed to climb that pole you gave me, so you can’t laugh at me any more about that.” “Did you go to the top? To the very top?” That is fine. Then if other things fail, you can learn to be a lineman. It is always fine to have a trade to fall back on. But go through college, if you can, and do the biggest thing you are fitted for. Every man should do the biggest things he can.” Murad did not answer. He was entirely settled as to his course. His life’s ambition was to become a physician. It was Flag Day and the schools were celebrating. The big new flag of the North High School had just been unfurled. It had been purchased by the scholars and they were proud of its unusual size. To-day, it was gaily float¬ ing in the breeze. Ray dashed up in his car and jumped out. He had brought a surprise for the school. It was a gun that shot flaming letters into the air, which shaped themselves and spelled something. When it shot forth the letters A-M-E-R-I-C-A a loud cheer went up. As the last letter was released, the flame dropped lower, and at last caught on the edge of the new flag. Instantly there was a blaze. “Drop it down!” shouted several voices. “Drop it down!” Though a dozen hands were pulling on the rope, the pulley would not work. Slowly but surely the flag was being burned. In an instant Murad Rustian was at the pole. Quick as a steeple-jack, he grasped the end of the rope, clutched the shining pole, and began the ascent. The school stood in amazement. He was climbing a smooth pole that to their mind nothing but a monkey would attempt. When he reached the top, the cheers began. He did not seem to hear them. He knew that he must keep a steady hold, or all would be lost. Slowly taking the knife out of his pocket, he cut the rope. The flag dropped to the ground in a flash. The flames were put out before Murad’s feet touched the earth. “I call that fine work,” said Ned Jones, reaching out his hand. “But for your timely help, our flag would only be a pile of ashes.” Murad smiled. “I think it can easily be repaired,” he said simply. Back of Ned stood Ray. There was a smile on his face. “Glad you’re on our team, Murad. We need more of your kind.” Then as an afterthought. “Come out to the house tomorrow. Ned and some others are coming. We will take a run to the lake and fish.” Ned Jones stood back and smiled. At this time he did not know which of his two friends he was more proud to own, Ray Thompson or Murad Rustian. George Srabian, ’ 27 . THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 35 SUCH IS LIFE. Gee! How she hated the office, but above all, how she hated the ride home, and the miserable evenings that followed. It was the same old story: Up at six, breakfast, office at eight, one hour for lunch, work until five, then this ride home in the street cars—and once home, more work than ever. Before Pa’s death she used to go out once in a while—but now, well, she just felt it her duty to stay home nights and help Ma, because there’s always plenty to do with five youngsters around. Kitty stirred restlessly in her seat and stared unseeingly into the darkness of the cold January night. Her stare became intent upon the reflection on the window-pane. There was nothing unusual at sight of a tall, well-dressed young man stand¬ ing beside her, reading a newspaper, but it was the happiness of the girl across from Kitty which attracted her attention, and she noticed that he, too, glanced from his reading and watched the girl beside him who was holding a ring be¬ tween her fingers for her friend to admire. An emerald ring, Kitty thought. Yes, and a beauty, too. Three emeralds formed into a shamrock, and a stem with seven or eight dazzling little chips. Kitty loved rings. And to think she. “Ouch!” she cried, as the sudden stop of the car pressed her nose roughly against the window. Kitty was adjusting her hat by the reflection on the window-pane, when sud¬ denly she sat upright as she saw the tall young man snatch the ring from its owner, and rush out with other passengers. In an instant the doors closed and the car started. Then Kitty screamed, “Get him—the thief—that fellow in the gray suit— he stole her ring!” But it was too late now to do anything, except for the conductor to take Kitty’s name for a witness. “Pine Avenue!” he called after a moment. This was Kitty’s stop. She got off the car and was soon climbing the stairs leading to the Condry flat. Here she was met by the usual chorus of greetings from the five younger Condrys: “Hurry, Kitty, Ma says to—Pley, Kitty, they was a-. Hey, Ma—Kitty’s come. You tell her!” “What do you mean by all this noise? Get upstairs quick!” said Kitty laughing. “Ma, what’s the matter?” “Oh, not much, dear. Your boss just telephoned. He’s leaving for Florida to-morrow, and he wants you to go back for a few hours to-night to straighten things up, while he instructs the new manager about some deals. He’ll call for you at seven and bring you home. Come, eat your supper now.” “Yes, Ma. Peg, press my blue dress a little, will you? I’ll have to look half-decent if I’m going to meet the new manager. ' They say he’s a peach.” Shortly afterward a knock was heard, and Kitty hurriedly opened the door. Her eyes met a pair of twinkling black ones, and then a cheerful voice inquired, “Miss Condry? I’m Mr. Cahill,—Jimmy Cahill. Our boss is waiting out¬ side.” “Oh, yes, Mr. Cahill,” Kitty said, “I’ll be right with you.” It was Mr. Cahill who drove Kitty home that night, but it was Jimmy who drove her home many nights that followed. 36 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. He took her to shows and dances, bought her candy and flowers, and now after several months of pleasant entertainment to-night he was to give her the ring — his token of love and devotion. What a change Jimmy and all the pleasures he offered had brought into Kitty’s life! She couldn’t honestly say that she really loved Jimmy, but—well, he was a good fellow and she’d do almost anything now to get rid of the drudg¬ ery of work. Yes, to-night she’d accept him, and then—no more long days in the office, no more the dull monotony of work. That night as they “sat out” the last dance in the Palm Gardens, Jimmy slipped the ring on Kitty’s finger. On their way home on the street car they were seated to-gether, but soon an old lady came in, and Jimmy promptly offered her his seat. Then drawing out a folded newspaper, he began to read. Kitty gazed at the ring Jimmy had just given her — counting and recounting the eight dazzling chips which comprised the stem of her emerald ring. Some¬ how it looked familiar, but then perhaps it was just one of the many she used to admire in the store windows. A young girl across from Kitty smiled at her in a friendly way. “I don’t think I know her,” Kitty said staring thoughtlessly out of the window yet she — Kitty sat upright, her eyes glued to the reflection on the window-pane. Oh, she was only excited, she told herself, for there was nothing unusual at the sight of a tall, well-dressed young man, standing beside her, reading a news¬ paper. Ah, yes! Kitty remembered it all in a flash: the ring, the hand snatching it, the quick closing of the door. Why, oh why was the ring on her finger a stolen one — and why was the fellow who had proposed to her—a thief? She shrank from him as he tapped her shoulder and said, “Come, Kitty, our stop next.” “Jimmy,” she said, as they stood on the sidewalk, “I’ll go home alone to-night. I think you’ll understand, Jimmy, if you’ll recall one night last January on the street cars.” Before he could prevent her, she had dropped the ring into his hand, and ran quickly down the street into her house. Later, getting up from the bed where she had thrown herself sobbing hysterically, she muttered, “What a fool I’ve been!” A moment later she said resignedly, “Yes, up at six, breakfast, office at eight, one hour for lunch, work until five — then that ride home in the street car—and once home—more work than ever! Yes, such is life!” Catherine Moran, ’ 27 . THE UNSEEN VISITOR On a large hill, in the outskirts of a small town, stood a typical New Eng¬ land homestead. Here Eben Randolph, a wealthy widower, lived with his son Tom. A serious quarrel had taken place the night before between the two, and the son, about to leave his father’s home, entered the library with the hope of mending the broken ties. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 37 “Father,” he said, as he peered into the keen dark eyes of his parent, “for the sake of mother, will you not reconsider, and let me enter the ministry with your love and not your hatred?” The stern features of his father grew more tense as he growled, “Tom, if you will give up the idea of studying for the ministry, I will take you back to my hearth again. Otherwise, leave my house to-night. Moreover, I shall ma ke my will, and leave everything—well, to Fred Grandville, the storekeeper. You know how I hate that man, hate him because of the way in which he adored your mother.” “But dad, I never knew that he—” “No, he does not even suspect that I know either. I have eyes and I can see things that some folks can not. So if you don’t give up this crazy notion of yours, I shall leave the entire estate to him, as much as I dislike the man.” The son thought a moment and then said slowly, “I cannot give up my ideas.” “Then leave this house as I told you last night.” Without further words the son turned and made ready to leave. His clear smooth face seemed to lose its color and as he went out the door his last words were, “The time will come when you will pay dearly for this.” A few minutes later the old man seated himself in front of the fireplace and remarked aloud in a satisfied manner, “It was a lucky thing that I gave him the scare about that storekeeper. I don’t even know the old fool except for his slight salutation when I go into the store. As for his knowing Grace, if Tom had any sense, he would know that I would kill anyone that looked at her, especially-.” At this moment, from the shadows of the next room there was a blinding flash, and the crack of pistol echoed through the house, as Eben Randolph fell motionless to the floor. When his body was found, the police then started searching for Tom, whom they found living at an inn, in a neighboring town. When he was told of the murder, his jaw opened, and his eyes stared into space. His face grew as white as snow, and from his appearance one would have taken him for a dead man himself. When the will was read, the entire estate was left to Tom, since his father had not had time to change it. A few days later Tom was arrested on the charge of murdering his father. His appearance, when notified of his father’s death, seemed sufficient proof to many that he was guilty, but since no real proof or witness could be produced, he was released. Months passed and the murder of Eben J. Randolph became a memory, but many of the townspeople always regarded Tom as a dangerous character and a good person to avoid. It was in the early hours of the morning, just one year after the murder of Tom’s father, that he sat bolt upright in bed. Quietly he reached for his gun, which he always kept handy, and sat there listening. Yes, there it was again,—a loud anxious knock at the door. Slowly he rose and slipped quietly to the window. There he saw the figure of a man standing below him. He descended the staircase, drew back the bolt and by the faint light of the candle. Fred Grandville staggered into the room, his hand clutching his side. 38 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. “Tom,” he said, “it was I that killed your father a year ago tonight, through pure jealousy, for I did adore your mother and he never really knew.” Saying this, he fell with a gasp at Tom’s feet and lay motionless, the blood oozing from a self-inflicted wound above his heart. Lloyd Nelson, ’ 27 . ATHLETICS IN HIGH SCHOOL. In late years, althletics has grown very rapidly in importance throughout the country, but it has received its greatest development in high schools, who are turning out regularly squads and crews of men of supposedly notable physical perfection. There has been considerable controversy concerning the benefit brought about by such a development of athletics. Some claim that it has been very beneficial to under-graduates. Others with equal or even greater emphasis declare it ruinous, tending to make young men rough and reckless to the detri¬ ment of their intellectual power. Speaking of athletics from the view-point of a High school student, who has had the opportunity to see both its beneficial and detrimental effects, I believe that athletics, as it is known in high schools at the present time, should not exist and, unless it could be modified in such a manner that it would enable the entire student body to take part in some form or other, should be entirely abolished. The majority of people confuse health and muscular strength, which are two entirely distinct things, and invariably one is mistaken for the other. The essential thing in good health is vigor of the internal organs, particularly the respiratory and digestive organs, coupled with the ability of the body to with¬ stand moderate variations of temperature without serious effect. Muscular strength, on the contrary, is but very slightly dependent upon these qualities. A person might be a circus athlete capable of all sorts of strength and endur¬ ance feats, and yet be in poor health. Not only ought aspirations to athletic strength be lightly considered but they ought to be avoided, because such athletic ability can only be developed by violent exercise, which is a detriment to the proper functioning of the body. Furthermore, it is impossible to put forth in¬ tense physical efforts and at the same time be capable of energetic mental ef¬ forts. It is a well-known fact that the body and mind work in unison and the overexhaustion of either affects the other. The great victories of humanity have never been won with muscles. We would gladly exchange at any time the muscles of a thousand day laborers or twice that number of perfectly useless muscles of sporting men for the power¬ ful intelligence of a Pasteur, an Ampere, a Faraday, or an Edison. The best trained athlete, at the height of his perfection, could never win a race against a horse or even a dog, and when a person has, for his highest ideals, the perfec¬ tion of his muscular ability, he is lowering himself to the stage of these animals. Is the development of the animal strength of a man a sign of progress? I think not. Frankly, I believe that if the flattery to their foolish vanity were taken away from athletes (foolish, for what is there to be vain about in possessing super¬ ior forces that are vastly inferior to those of many animals?) the majority of students participating in athletics would not only be unwilling to undergo the THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 39 necessary fatigue in preparation for a football or baseball contest, but would emphatically refuse to go through the necessary drill. To sum up, the movement on foot to make athletes of high school under¬ graduates is a rash and foolish absurdity, and this movement is due to the mental confusion which exists concerning health and muscular strength. Ath¬ letics, in the present form, is destructive to the body, a formidable disadvantage to the mental facilities, and these two combined form an insurmountable ob¬ struction in the life career of the athlete. However, it is far from my intention to leave the reader with the erroneous idea that the encouragement of athletics is fundamentally wrong. Used with moderation, there is nothing more conducive to a sound and healthy body than athletics. But here is where the difficulty arises. Of all the graces given to mankind by divine Providence, very few, if any, have been spared from abuse by the passion of man. The benefits that modified athletics could bring to a group of students are innumerable. As a matter of fact, athletics in the form of physical exer¬ cise, to the students that are conscientiously working and striving to make a mark in life, is an absolute necessity and not recreation. To this point the term of stude 7 its has been used in the abstract, but here I mean students and not statues. The student who is worthy of the name leads a comparatively inactive physical life, which, in the long run, becomes very harmful. Without going deeply into physiological details, a half hour’s physical exercise, vigorous but not exhaustive, in the midst of the day’s work would allow the student to ap¬ proach his work with richer blood and more active respiration. T. he brain is then more capable of energetic and prolonged work. Blood circulation in the capillaries is stimulated by the activity of the muscles. The excess deposits of nutrition, which are the cause of bodily laziness and mental sluggishness, are consumed or “burnt up.” To sum up, exercise provokes an active and energetic work of body build¬ ing, a quickened movement of rich blood, and increased vitality of the mind, all of which tend to the beneficial development of the student. In conclusion, ruinous physical exercise such as athletics in the modern sense, should be abolished and a modified type of physical exercise substituted in its place. It always should be kept in mind that the object of athletics in high school should not be worthless pennants to be used as decorations, but the development of strong, healthy and mentally sound young men and women. Joseph Ferrucci, ’ 27 . THE JAZZ OF LITERATURE. With all the worth-while books and periodicals so easily obtainable at the present time, it seems strange that so many people are unduly attracted to the new “snappy” type of publications which have become current. These publications may be called, perhaps, the jazz of literature. But this jazz of literature may have a more harmful effect than the jazz of music, for the former leaves a more powerful and lasting impression on the individual person concerned. 40 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Much reading of any particular kind must mold the mind and character into some definite shape. But why should people resort to such inutterable trash as these “truth”- flaunting periodicals, when they can read things so much more entertaining? For certainly there are plenty of decent books and magazines to supply an abund¬ ance of enjoyment. No doubt it is nothing but morbid curiosity that impels these readers in search of the “truth” to read stories which one editor swore on the witness stand had not a bit of truth in them. The literary world to-day offers such a wide range of matter—matter to suit any type of mind, and offers it at a smaller cost than these alluringly adorned magazines. There are stories of adventures, of travel, and romance. There are biographies and essays. There is literature to satisfy any individual twist or inclination. And yet it is safe to say that any one of these comparatively ex¬ pensive and worthless books has a larger circulation than the less expensive and more worthwhile publications. Of course in speaking of these various types of books and magazines I al¬ lude to present day literature. I do not mention the lore of ages. For these treasures, sources of the greatest pleasure to some, may not appeal to the lighter fancy of so many others, and the readers of “trash” might plead boredom in de¬ fense of their lighter reading. But not when modern writing offers such a var¬ iety of airy trifles. Good reading provides such fascinating pleasure it seems strange that any sort of enjoyment may be derived from this other sort of diversion. Yet it is true, lamentably so, that authority cannot deprive people of books they are too ignorant to give up voluntarily. If good literature were forced upon people, they might take the trouble to enjoy it. At present this “snappy” literature is basking in the light of an undeserved popularity. We may hope that time will dim this light until it is extinguished. Esther Broudy, ’ 27 . MIDAIR EXPERIENCES. It is almost impossible to explain the feeling of one’s first trip up in the air. d here is a tense feeling as you approach the airplane field. Of course you are asked, “Have you ever been in an airplane before?” If not, you are given careful instruction of “do’s” and “don’ts.” My personal experience certainly was very exciting and thrilling. Tickets secured, I arrived with a friend at air¬ plane number two. There our pilot awaited us with goggles and helmet all on. We were instructed to put on similar protection. As the weather was rather chilly, we were given leather jackets which might have belonged to anyone with a waistline of forty inches up. With our hearts beating to the rhythm of the plane we climbed into the cockpit. Here we were fastened in, as a baby is strapped in its carriage. There was a raucous purring of the motor and we were off. Far, far away down to the end of the field, all the time gradually rising. Clutching the casings of the cockpit we peered all about us, while houses, buildings, autos, THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 41 and people gradually disappeared from our vision. From the air we descended and skimmed along the surface of the ocean. Our shouts were scarcely to be heard even by ourselves. As launches and crafts passed by, we waved our hands wildly, but the speed of our plane was so great that we could scarcely catch a glimpse of them. Again we rose, but this time with such rapidity that it seemed as if we would almost lose our breaths. Gliding around in the air for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only a few minutes, began to be more exciting. A quick swerve to the right or a lurch to the left brought forth loud exclamations which were immediately swallowed up by the rumble about us. But soon the time scheduled for the trip ended. Our thrilling experiences, however, were not ended. We had to make a landing. Even though it looks easy, it requires a great many calculations and scannings of the eye before it can be done. From the smooth course in our journey, we took a nose dive, straight¬ ened out again, and gradually descended. Here a crowd awaited our arrival, some spectators, some waiting for their trip, but all were excited. On being lifted from the machine, we felt dizzy. Land was so smooth, which was a great deal different from the rocking and swaying of the “invented bird.” Our knees shook at first, but after a few moments, we were our old selves again, happy and excited, rushing about to tell our friends of the unusual ex¬ perience. Gwendolyn Bullard, ’ 27 . THE APPRECIATION OF MUSIC. How many people of to-day appreciate good music? I mean classical music. The youth of to-day, at least the majority, lack the appreciation of real music. All they think of is jazz, or “snappy” music. A concert of classical music is tiresome and uninteresting to many, and if they should ever tune in upon one on the radio, the dials are immediately turned until a dance orchestra is found. There is a certain class of people, however, who are beginning to realize this lack of appreciation, and we hear of various clubs being organized in communi¬ ties and schools to promote a real love of good music. Everybody knows that in poetry the poet is trying to give us his conception of some particular idea. People do not seem to realize, however, that the com¬ poser is trying to do the very same thing. Beautiful thoughts and high ideals are found in classical music. This type of music, like the plays of Shakespeare, is immortal. Jazz is popular for the time being, but is soon forgotten. Although Chopin has been dead nearly one hundred years, will his beau¬ tiful waltzes and nocturnes ever be forgotten? How many remember what the popular pieces of two years ago were and who wrote them? People whose minds and hearts are educated appreciate good music. This has always been true. Milton in his II Penseroso spoke of the “pealing organ” and of music lapping him in “soft Lydian airs,” and of his love of the art that would “dissolve him into ecstasies.” 42 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. And Shakespeare said: “The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.” If people understood the story or background of classical pieces, I believe they would appreciate and in time prefer this type of music. I believe that this lack of appreciation is brought about through a lack of training in that line. Musical clubs are going to do a great deal in this line of work and if people will only take advantage of them, this lack of appreciation may be overcome. I realize that many are distant from musical centers and lack the opportuni¬ ties of hearing music. There is always some way to overcome every difficulty, however. In New York the children are hearing symphony concerts at a very low price through the efforts of some men w r ho believe that if children are given op¬ portunities of this sort, they will come to appreciate the right kind of music. So I hope that in time we may have more appreciative audiences at concerts of classical music. Edith Robinson, ’ 27 . IDLENESS. Idleness is emptiness; the tree in which the sap is stagnant remains fruitless. It is fortunate that the world is blessed with many energetic people. The active, alert, animated individual is the one who makes life pleasant and happy. There is also in the world a class of people who are disinclined to action and labor. 1 his class is widely known as the indolent or lazy. In every race and in every section of the globe one may find inert individuals. Not only is idleness found among older people, but even in boys and girls in the bloom of youth. An idle group may be compared to parasites: they ob¬ tain their food and shelter at the expense of some one else. The things that a lazy person lacks are spirit and vigor. If he would only assume a zealous attitude, he would discover that work is not toil, but more like recreation. Let us consider for a moment how a tree looks in which the sap has ceased to flow and therefore is fruitless. It appears withered, drooping, and old. An idle person also has the appearance of loss of color, and looks gloomy and un- happy. In fact one may say that an idle person seems to look like a drug addict. Just as the tree which I have spoken of is fruitless, an idle person is also unable to exhibit any results of work because through his indolence he never offers or produces anything either for himself or for the betterment of civilization. I believe that one of the finest bits of advice to urge a person on to work and duty is “Live while you live, and then die and be done with it.” Mary Hardiman, ’ 27 . THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 43 PROCRASTINATION. “Never leave till to-morrow that which you can do to-day —Benjamin Franklin. We are all familiar with the habit of procrastination. We do not decide not to answer a letter from a friend. W e simply postpone answering it. We take it up, and dally with it and lay it aside for a more convenient time. We let the days and weeks pass, and ever as we postpone it, it becomes easier to postpone, until at last it is never answered. We simply put things off; we refer it to the convenient “to-morrow” when all letters are going to be answered, all duties done. But surely it is not so small and trivial a matter as too frequently we are tempted to suppose. Leonardo da Vinci’s picture of the Last Supper was spoiled by the existence of a single broken tile through which the rain poured down across the face of Christ. So great a picture to be spoiled by so small a thing! That broken tile is the habit of procrastination. Franklin also said, “A little neglect may breed mischief; for yant of a nail the shoe was lost for want of a shoe the horse was lost and for want of a horse the rider was lost.” Man differs from animal in that he passes the gift of hope—To-morrow! If to-day the clouds overspread the sky, to-morrow the sun may shine again. Yet we keep putting off until to-morrow the enjoyment of privileges and the use of opportunities that we ought to rejoice in to-day. Men are like boys running a race. They run with their eyes fixed upon the far goal, thinking only of what lies ahead. “To-morrow,” they cry, while all the time to-day presents to them privileges and blessings that they run past, not see¬ ing. Often an old man may look back upon the strength of youth that he once had. What a splendid time it was when he awoke each morning with strength sufficient for his work! Why did he not appreciate it more when he had it, and get more out of it ? So, continually we are waking up to discover, only when we have lost them, that we have had many opportunities within our grasp, but we have been saying, “To-morrow,” while each to-day was filled with unrealized possibilities. After all, to-day is all we actually do possess. Yesterday is gone, and to¬ morrow is not here yet. Procrastination is a deadly habit which is blinding our eyes to the opportunities and privileges we have in our hands, while we dream of something that sometime we may have. Elizabeth Sherburne, ’ 27 . RADIO. I do not believe Marconi knew what a great future there was for his dis¬ covery, the radio, when he first brought it to the knowledge of the world. In these few years radio has advanced by leaps and bounds, and it is now know n and used to advantage all over the earth. The sending of code was then considered a remarkable achievement. Now 44 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. one can call up London from California and speak with a Londoner over the trans-Atlantic radio service, which is used as the telephone in a home. The development of radio has been very rapid; modern laboratories of scientific research have aided such progress. It is developing in several different lines. Television is the name given to one of these branches, and much work is being done in this line, all nations contributing their share of improvements. Mr. Baird, a Scotchman, is a pioneer in the television research. Germany is not behind in this line. A German inventor has successfully demonstrated a con¬ trivance whereby a man may be seen and heard giving a lecture, synchronously in several cities at once by an improved television machine. The future of radio is unlimited. It has been prophesied by an eminent radio engineer that in fifty years airplanes, ships, and trains will be controlled by radio so perfectly that crews will not be necessary. He also declares that every man will carry in his own pocket his own sending and receiving set; there will be no dearth of crops; manual labor will be a thing of the past; disease will be diagnosed accurately; and motion pictures will be transmitted so accurately that a singer or actor can be both seen and heard as if actually present although thousands of miles away. Some steps in these lines seem to bear out this modern prophet’s prediction. Radio is not limited. A message was recently sent from New York by radio channels to the Cunard liner Carinthia in Cook Strait, New Zealand—ten thousand miles away on the other side of the earth. It was delivered on the Carinthia “almost instantly.” This experiment has proved the possibility of direct radio communication with a ship at sea over unlimited distances. Every policeman may shortly be carrying an easily portable receiving set, which will enable him to keep in constant touch with headquarters. The uses of radio are almost too numerous to mention. It is an essential to safe navigation. It is now considered one of life’s necessities in the home (by Henry Ford) and when radio-controlled machinery becomes more practical, man’s heaviest labor will be finished. One of the most creditable uses of radio is the part it plays in making the seaman’s life safer, both through its ability to summon aid from ships many miles away in case a ship is disabled or wrecked, and the use made of it in cases of sickness at sea. There are land stations with doctors ready to instruct the seaman via radio how to handle all kinds of cases of sickness, where little or no knowledge is known by anyone on board of the malady. Radio in the home is a very important item in the lives of Americans and Europeans especially. There are about seven hundred stations in the United States which are given to the pleasure of the listeners-in. Women’s Clubs give instruction in cooking; leading manufacturers find a pleasing way of advertising their goods by putting on the air, programs which satisfy and make new custom¬ ers and friends. Radio communication between amateurs provides a very interesting field for radio fans. The recent Florida flood reports were sent from an amateur radio station when telephone and telegraph lines were down. The big features of American lives are broadcast over the air: sporting events, the President’s speeches, news reports, stock and market reports are other things we hear over the air. Another effect of radio is on the language of the people, when Southerners and Northerners hear the same voices over radio, they imitate them and it is claimed that eventually the radio will bring about a universal language. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 45 Greenland used to be cut off from the rest of the world eight months of the year, but now she is constantly in touch with civilization, thanks to radio. Radio will bring about a stronger feeling of good-will among the nations, for it is a convenience and comfort common to all, and Marconi is to be re¬ membered and admired for bringing about this promoter of friendliness among peoples. If you have not a radio, my advice is (and all radio fans will agree) : get one and share some of the pleasant hours afforded by this remarkable invention. Carson Kizer, ’ 27 . GARDENS. What is a garden? If we were asked this question in school, we should answer something like this: “A garden is a place cultivated for the growth and production of the fruits of nature. There are different kinds of gardens. Those we mostly consider are flower, herb, and vegetable gardens.” If we were to sit in the midst of a flower garden, beautifully cultivated with a number of different species of flowers, we should stop to marvel at their beauty and variety. The human race also makes up the flowers of a beautiful garden. We all are given an equal chance to flourish and grow beautiful. There are beautiful and ugly flowers among the human race. If a flower is put in bad ground, it will not grow in the righ t way. So it is with a human being. Put a human flower among noisome growth, and in time it will become bad. A person must be cultivated and looked after just like a flower, which must be kept clear from the things that will harm it, or stunt its growth. A garden of flowers must be kept free from weeds so as not to choke it. A person’s mind must also be weeded, and kept clean of evil thoughts. The home is the smallest human garden. Here the seed is first brought into the earth and planted. It is here it gets the most necessary care. When a child is small, the things he hears and learns remain in his mind for years, early im¬ pressions being usually lasting. Therefore the home is the most necessary garden of all. Then God has divided this wide earth into larger gardens, which we call nations. These are the gardens which contain all the homes and make up one big garden. When a man or woman is about twenty or twenty-one years of age, we speak of the person as being in the bud of manhood and womanhood. The flower is just about to open up; and the care of the person who has cultivated it in the garden called home is ended. It has now become one of the many flowers of the nation. How we wish that all these flowers would turn out beautiful and good and flourish the way they were meant to! What a wonderful garden the earth would then be! The seeds that God has sown would then be a beautiful and eternal pleasure to him. Louise Bureau, ’ 27 . 46 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. THOUGHTS AND HAPPINESS. Have you ever heard the following quotation: “The happiness of your life depends upon the character of your thoughts”? When we stop to think about it, how true it is, for we all know cheerful people who apparently have nothing to be happy for. I once knew an old gentleman who had read Milton’s “Paradise Lost” with great enjoyment. He had no relatives or close friends and no money to speak of, but he would say “You can make a ‘heaven of hell and hell of heaven’. It is what you think that makes one happy.” We humans are thinking all the time all kinds of thoughts, so we must guard our thoughts and permit only the best to enter our minds. This gentleman’s life seemed to exemplify the admonition: “Guard well your thoughts, for they are heard in heaven.” His thoughts and books were his constant friends. I had never thought much about thoughts and their relation to happiness until I met this gentleman. Thoughts make us what we are. One can be happy if one has noble purposes, and a happy life is a life of service. Psychologists tell us there are two kinds of people in the world, the intro¬ verts, and the extroverts. The extroverts are those who look forward hopefully and live happily, having good thoughts, and do noble deeds. The extreme intro¬ verts are those people who do not think about sharing happiness, but live to themselves in worry, self-pity, complaint and misery. Character is the result of many actions and daily thoughts. Some people seem to be always hunting for the deformities, discords, and shadows instead of beauty, harmony, and light, and as a result they become gloomy and cynical. Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions, and the opposite is true. Character is founded on thoughts. “If a man speaks or acts with evil thoughts, pain follows him as the wheel follows the foot of him that draws the carriage,” said Buddah wisely. I like to think of “Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch” and her philosophy: “In the mud and scum of things something always, always sings!” Fanny Crosby is another person who was happy because of her thoughts. In spite of blindness, a great affliction, she did not allow her condition to warp her mind, and she wrote hymns in a vein like this:— “Oh what a happy soul am 1 Although I cannot see. I am resolved that in this world Contented I will be.” As I have said before, life depends upon the character of one’s thoughts, and since deeds follow thoughts, we realize the truth in the following poem: “Let’s oftener talk of noble deeds, And rarer of the bad ones; Let’s sing about the happy days And not about the sad ones. We were not made to fret and sigh, And when grief sleeps, to wake it; Bright happiness is standing by— This life is what we make it! THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 47 “Then here’s to those whose loving hearts Shed light and joy about them! Thanks be for them for countless gems We ne’er had known without them. Oh, this should be a happy world. To all who may partake it. The fault is ours if it is not: This life is what we make it!” Hazel Ward, ’ 27 . OH, LITTLE GRAY HOUSE. A BALLAD. Poor little house so old and gray, You were once neat and fine. O, little weatherbeaten house, Would that again you were mine! When I was young and carefree, Around you I did play. Your spotless white and light green blinds Have turned so dull and gray. You look so old and lonely. What a pity ’tis to see You’ve lost the charms of long ago When once you sheltered me. Yes, you are sad and lonely. Lonely—and so bare. You sit and watch the roadway With a still unceasing stare. O, little house so old and gray With weatherbeaten face, I see you every morn and night As 1 pass with slackened pace. Poor little house so old and gray, You were once neat and fine. O, little weatherbeaten house Would that again you were mine! Catherine Moran, ’ 27 . 48 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. LINDBERGH. BALLAD. To-day we cheer a man of renown Who flew across the sea. The route to Paris he has found; The hero of ages is he. Lindy’s what they call him; They call him “lucky,” too. But American courage did the trick: That’s what pulled him through. He’s been a pilot for Uncle Sam, The mail to safely guide; Now kings and queens all bow to him Over the world so wide. All laurels be given to Lindbergh, The hero of to-day! We’ll greet him with a thousand cheers When he comes to the U. S. A. Vera O’Neil, ’ 27 . YOUR MOTHER. There is someone who lives with you, Who teaches you the right; Who dreams and plans and hopes for you, And works with all her might. She scolds you many, many times, But does it for the best; If you believe in her forever, Simple will be the rest. Be pals with her when sorrow comes, A companion to her in play; Attend to her when she is ill, And pray for her alway. Be e’er as good as you can be. You’ll never find another Like that someone who lives with you; For she is your own dear Mother! M. H. S. ORCHESTRA, 1926-1927 CAST OF “THE DEAR DEPARTED” i THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 49 A DREAM. A dream is such a gentle thing, To me a mystery; Now strong, now faint, then just a sigh: Just merely fantasy. With pleasant thoughts it fills the mind With memories gone by ; No grief is there to check its joy, No sorrow in the sigh. It pictures future’s wealth and fame, Builds castles in the air; Though they may crumble down again, Their charm is sweet and rare. How gently it approaches near! How calm it spreads its spell! It seems so true, it comes so clear, As though from Heaven it fell. It offers joy and wealth and health, And things we never see; But though it is only a dream, It is enough for me. Mary Mastroianni, ’ 27 . LINDBERGH. (A bit of free verse). ’Twas dawn, Out upon the flying field came Lindbergh, Clad for flight. Few were there: His friends, reporters, And his frail airplane. Handclasps, tears, And then he took his start. Straight through the dawn’s slowly rising mists. Goodbye, New York! 50 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. ’Twas night, And down the blazing avenue of lights Came Lindbergh, glorious one. A mob was there, One and all his friend, Praising him, and also his frail plane. He stepped forth, Receiving tributes that came fast and free. He smiled, and the world smiled with him. Au revoir, Paris! Warren Reid, WOULDN’T IT BE FUNNY IF:— Miss Fiorani’s hair became straight? Miss Kurlansky had a hair out of place? Bowen wore rubber heels? Lombardi wasn’t good-natured? � Miss Broudy got excited? Farrington wore knickers? Miss Calzone’s hair wasn’t wavy? Miss Perna and Miss Ozella were separated? Lombardi forgot how to play football? Kulwinsky didn’t talk for one second? Miss Kurlansky didn’t have a new pair of shoes? Drew used dark ink? Miss Consoletti didn’t read shorthand fast? Morrison used “Slikum?” M iss Bureau didn’t know her Latin A? Kulwinsky did not torment the girls? Lally couldn’t play the sax? Miss Connolly lost her smile? Miss Ozella and Miss Rizoli weren’t on speaking terms? Miss Bullard forgot how to draw? Miss Griffith didn’t leave Room 13 second period? Kulwinsky didn’t laugh out loud during class? Miss Kurlansky wasn’t popular? Miss Broudy failed in English A? THE OAK, LILY. AND IVY. 51 LIGHT ESSAYS. Note:—The following were written in imitation of certain “airy trifles” by Morley and others read in class. ANTS. I have never been overfond of ants. In fact I have disliked them very much and have even gone so far as to kill a few. But after much serious thought of them, I firmly resolve to kill no more from now on. Knowing that I am not the only one who exerted brute strength on this frail creature, I invite everyone to give these ants much serious thought. Just think of the many times you teased, slapped, wrestled with and finally crushed this frail creature, who sought to run and frolic among the hairs on your hand, and finally ran up your sleeve to seek warmth and protection while resting for the next round of blissful play. My, what an entertaining creature it is! Didn’t you ever realize how it tried to amuse you by tickling your hand or leg? Did you ever examine an ant closely? Oh, what fleet athletic limbs and such small feet which cause such a tickling sensation. And what a beautifully balanced body it has! Ah! how ashamed I am for having ever harmed such a beautiful creature. Many a time I have sat for hours gazing into the face of this ill treated creature, at its “roaming” nose, continually roaming over its face and its mischievous little eyes forever winking at me. My dear friends, think of the many times you have rewarded these play¬ ful creatures for their pranks with a vicious cuff or slap. Ah! how it hurts me to even think of such a thing. And what sufferings and hardships these poor creatures must endure then when some thoughtless human stamps on their 52 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. beautiful little hill-homes which they built purposely to adorn and beautify someone’s cement driveway or walk! So, my dear friends, please give these creatures more thought and the next time one of them tickles your hand or leg, don’t give it a cuff but scratch it behind the ears, for it is there ants like best to be scratched. John Carlson, ’ 27 . PROBLEMS. It has always been far above my power to understand why learned men can be so “dumb” at times. I refer, in particular, to scientific men and mathe¬ maticians who think up a lot of brain-cracking ideas, throw in a couple of figures and call the result a simple problem, soluble through simple equations. Only a short while ago, while reading one of their latest publications, I found that by stretching their imaginations to the limit, they set forth a prob¬ lem which in as concise and non-technical manner as possible, I shall try to place before you. Problem:—If each end of the rainbow were planted firmly in the Atlantic and Pacific oceans respectively, lying directly across the North American con¬ tinent in an east-west direction, and the mean altitude of the heavenly arc was fifteen thousand miles, how many square feet of canvas material would be needed to form a canopy over the United States with the arc of the rainbow as the ridge and terminated on the north by the forty-ninth parallel (bound¬ ary between U. S. and Canada) and on the south by the Gulf of Mexico ex¬ clusive of Florida? b. A line is drawn through the two bases of the arc of the rainbow and through this line a series of planes is possed, each plane containing this line and at an angle of twenty degrees with each other. From the midpoint of the arc of the rainbow, perpendiculars are dropped to each one of these planes. The points in which the perpendiculars and the planes intersect are connected by straight lines. What type of figure is formed? Would it be large enough for a presidential summer home? After reading this problem, you agree that often mathematicians do act oddly. While reading this problem, I carried out the calculations mentally and when I was through reading, I had the answer—Lindbergh. Joseph Ferrucci, ’ 27 . WOMEN IN ADVERTISING. Some of our more versatile magazines besides dealing with European condi¬ tions, financial embarrassments, and what to do with our modern youth, and stories telling of this modern youth, devote (enormously reimbursed therefor) much space to the praise of our various present day commodities. And this praise, more commonly and unbecomingly called advertisements, flaunted in so bril¬ liant and artistic a manner, afford me an original cross word puzzle game. For THE OAK LILY AND IVY. 53 it is the women in these pictures that I do not understand. I don’t see what they have to do with the qualities of a new automobile, or roller bearings, or roof shingles or men’s clothes. I idly begin to turn the pages of one of these magazines, and almost im¬ mediately my heart gives a sudden and unexpected leap, for right before me standing on two sheets of paper are three perfect specimens of noble manhood, looking at me as if there weren’t another person except me in the whole world. Is it any wonder that my emotional heart has lost step? But now in my star¬ ing delight, I perceive a beautiful woman (I grudgingly admit her attractive¬ ness) sitting in the corner and looking open admiration and appreciation of the particular brand of clothes these young Apollos are wearing. And it is she at whom my young men are smiling. With decreasing faith in human nature, I turn a few pages and I come upon a most beautiful sight. A lovely young girl is sitting relaxed in an easy chair surrounded by a flood of golden light. Her face expresses the utmost joy and contentment and I too begin to glow as I think of the possible revelation or explanation of this girl’s beauty and joy in the printed matter below. And looking down expectantly, I read about the undreamed-of strength of some un¬ excelled hosiery just put out. After this insult to my intelligence, I continue to turn pages of women in party dresses, happily steering vacuum cleaners; women standing rapt before refrigerators; women posing contentedly before stoves. Everywhere a woman standing for, or standing with, something good and durable. Suddenly a chill comes over me, and I shudder at the dreadful thought entering uncalled for in my mind. It is ghastly, and I cannot bring myself to disclose it. I medi¬ tate : What would happen if all women were suddenly wiped from the earth ? What would happen to this country’s commerce? How and with what would dealers represent the beauty, durability, and excellence of their commodities? So dreadful a hypothesis has brought me to my senses, and I go on guess¬ ing peacefully, admiring the women in the automobiles, by the automobiles, and for the automobiles; women keeping their school girl complexions; recom¬ mending good cigarettes; admitting their fondness for pipes; sleeping com¬ fortably on well made mattresses; eating healthy foods; and taking care of their hair with certain shampoos. The women stand for the unequalled in ex¬ cellence, and as such the advertisers have taught us to regard them. Esther Broudy, ’ 27 . ON A FORD. What? Did you say a Ford wasn’t a car? Well, my dear reader, I’ll bet that sometime or other you’ve had an enjoyable trip in a Ford. Just stop and think a moment. I am quite sure you have a recollection of such a thing hap¬ pening. I remember many good times I’ve had in a Ford, sometimes starting off early in the morning, carrying a lunch to eat by the roadside, then either visiting friends or some historical place, and returning home in the evening. Oh, yes! A flat tire or a bad spark plug often went with the pleasures of the day. But who minds a little thing like that when the rest of the day is spent so enjoyably? Even if it does go flat in some hot, uninteresting place, we can make the best of it, and are soon on our way again rejoicing. 54 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. And oh, how good those sandwiches do taste! Of course the rest of the lunch is commendable, but the sandwiches always seem to “go right to the spot.” And the pickles do, too. Oh yes, I know we all prefer a larger car, if we can have one, and I must admit they are somewhat more comfortable. But when it comes down to a car for a good time, you can’t beat a Ford, for I think you will agree with me that you will go to many places with a Ford where you would never venture in a larger car. How beautifully decorated some of them are, too! Either “Detour” or “Four wheels and no Brakes” placarded upon the back. And as for colors they vary from black to red with different colored wheels. And the real Ford of the day has flags in a holder floating to the four winds. And yet when we are graduated to a larger car, how little we think of the good old Ford! Edith Robinson, ’ 27 . ON THE BUMBLE BEE. I wonder how many of us really realize what a wonderful creature the bum¬ blebee is? Why do so many of us, perhaps all, draw back when a little bumble bee threatens to land too near our ear to tell us a sweet story of the rose or the lily? I think that the bumble bee deserves as much admiration as a butterfly, if not more so. Look how industriously he works at a beautiful red rose (one you were about to pick) sucking the honey from it to store for winter. Listen to the pretty little tune he sings as he works “stinging all around.” Just consider what a craze it would become if some one started the fad of having pet bumble bees to match one’s dress! Think of the benefit of having a pet bumble bee. If you are going to be late in the morning, how nice it would be to have your pet wake you so gently. If that didn’t succeed, he could call in many assistants. After that no doubt you wouldn’t care to sleep for weeks. Then think of its use in the classroom: if the Professor decided to give an unexpected quiz, how nice to have the excuse that your hand is swollen so that it is impossible to write. If you wanted revenge on a classmate who played a joke on you, you might have the assistance of hundreds of these pretty creatures! Therefore I maintain that the bumble bee would make a great pet. Mable Anderson, ’ 27 . ON PENCILS. Nothing pleases me more than to go in a store and view the wonderful dis¬ play of pencils. There are green, yellow, blue, red, black, white, brown, silver ones and gold ones. And oh! the fascination of this wonderful array. A pencil costs only a few cents, but consider the value of it! Just think how weak and faint one feels, if in class a teacher starts dictating and you haven’t a pencil. If a mistake is made in writing with a pencil, it may easily be erased. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 55 But I tremble when I think of the way a pencil is abused. It is scratched and scarred, and its beauty spoiled by a sharp instrument in the hands of a thoughtless person. People in an abstracted mood will ruthlessly bite into a pencil, never thinking of its feelings. People will carelessly borrow one of these marvelous instruments, throw it around, lose it, or destroy it in some other way, and never think of repaying the one from whom it was borrowed. Fear overcomes me when I think of the great day when the monstrous army of pencils rebels and takes revenge on the abusers for their wrongs. Therefore make a resolution never again to lend a pencil until the borrow¬ er promises by solemn oath not to destroy it or harm it in any way, and to re¬ turn it in perfect condition. By the way, I hope the people whom I borrow from do not make this same resolution! Vera O’Neil, ’ 27 . A STOVE. I wonder how many bestow as much affection and appreciation upon the black stove in their kitchens as they do on the new parlor set? Maybe you do not realize that the stove is the most useful and most friendly object in the house. By friendly, I mean that it is your real friend on some cold winter evening, when you are alone and sit by the stove listening to the pleasant sound of the wood crackling in its huge jaws, and feeling its cheerful warmth. What other piece of furniture in your home gives you as much pleasure and service as your stove? None, I say, and how often do you give it a good shine? If it were polished as often as your other furniture, it would certainly be the most glossy article in the house. So next time any company calls at your house, bring them into the kitchen to look at your stove instead of at the parlor carpet, or some other such less useful article. Say, “Here is our stove. How do you like it?”, and give it the appreciation it deserves! May Shackleton 27 . ON CHAIRS. Speaking of chairs, I have seen quite a few of them, and we use them every day and all the time. What would we do without them! Chairs play a large part in the history of civilization. Chairs may signify the development in culture and history. Did you ever stop and think about this? In the stone age men sat on stones or on the ground. In the glacier age men sat on cakes of ice, in the wooden age men sat on stumps, and so on up to our present age of machinery. There are Louis XIV chairs, Queen Anne chairs, Queen Victoria chairs, Colonial sytle chairs 56 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. and all kinds of chairs which show the period in which they were made and used. I love the old fashioned handmade ladder back chairs for looks as well as usefulness. Some of the high toned antique chairs, I would not give a cent for. Who would dare to sit in them? Chairs are indispensable articles of furniture. They are the mainstay of the students, when they begin to speak in school. The baby learns to walk with their kindly aid. Later they act as play-houses for older children, who pile them up and crawl under. They are used as step-ladders, saw-horses, clothes holders, as weapons and for protection. 1 suppose I could not begin to mention other uses for them besides the principal one: to sit in, and rest, work, or ride. How like human beings they are, for there are so many kinds! They are not all made alike, however. Imagine having all rocking chairs. We could all have a good time then. What a recreation for the schoolroom! Yes, we all agree that chairs are worth our profound and admiring con¬ sideration. Hazel Ward, ’ 27 . BELLS. Bells are nothing but mere instruments made of steel, used chiefly to denote the expiration of time and as a means of warning. But did you ever stop and think what an important part they play in our lives? With our very entrance into the world bells commence sounding. The ring of the telephone, a few minutes after our birth, is probably the first, when some friend or relative calls to express congratulations to our parents. d hey continue from then on. In our infancy bells are given us as toys and as we gradually grow up, we repeatedly respond to the call of the bell until the very day we pass on to our destination and bells toll as we are laid to rest. d o some they have been the indirect cause of advancement and prosperity; to others, such as the consistently late arrival at work, they have spelled failure. We have large and small bells, loud and soft sounding bells, bells of every description, used for innumerable purposes. The clanging echo made by the bell, so audible and clear to the ear, may come as something very sweet and pleasant, or it may be a thing dreaded and feared, depending entirely on the existing circumstances. For example, as children, we experienced a great thrill when we heard the ringing of the fire alarm and the clanging bells of the fire wagons with gal¬ loping horses coming up the street at top speed. But how quickly this feel¬ ing of joy and craving for excitement changed to one of fear, if the fire hap¬ pened to be at our own home! At some time or other we all have responded to the sounding of a bell, or more exactly bells. Perhaps it was to church, work, duty or school. These bells, too, may carry glad tidings or ill-omens. If you happen to be on “the homestretch,” that is on the last leg of the journey and within sight of the school house, indeed, nothing could be despised so much as the sound of the bell. All our hustling is in vain and consequently we pass the afternoon back in school responding to the call of still another bell. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 57 However, there are times when the “ting-a-ling” comes at the opportune moment and is received with a hearty welcome. This is precisely the case when in class recitation is going on, and our turn is next on a section for which we are totally unprepared. Here is one time that we pray for it to sing out in its high-toned pitch and when it does, oh !■ what a relief! It must be experienced to be fully appreciated! James Higgiston, ’ 27 . MILTON: THE MORAL NOTE IN “COMUS.” Milton is generally conceded to be the second greatest English poet, rank¬ ing next to Shakespeare. Besides being a poet, he was a statesman, a philoso¬ pher, and the champion and martyr of English liberty, but it is by his poetry that Milton is best known. He has, by general consent of the civilized world, been assigned a place among the greatest masters of the art. In all of his great poems he exhibits a strong moral force which was char¬ acteristic of his own life. At the age of sixteeen he had already begun to lay the foundations of that “conscious moral architecture” which was to be the dominant ideal of his whole life. His college companions, noting his fresh- colored oval face, his flowing auburn hair, his slender frame, his fastidiousness in manners and in morals, nicknamed him the “Lady of Christ’s.” What they interpreted as feminine in him was really the expression of a deep conviction on his part that he was appointed to some great work of poetic creation, and that such a work could come only as the outgrowth of a life of austerity. Milton’s belief was that the poet who would sing of great themes, “of wars, and of Heaven under adult Jove, and of pious heroes, and leaders half-divine, singing now the holy counsels of the gods above, and now the realms profound where Cerberus howls,—such a poet must live sparely, after the manner of the Samian teacher. Herbs must furnish him his innocent food; clear water in a beechen cup, sober draughts from the pure spring, must be his drink. His youth must be chaste and void of offence; his manners strict; his hands with¬ out stain. He shall be like a priest shining in sacred vestment, washed with lustral waters, who goes up to make augury before the jealous gods.” This is the doctrine which Milton propounded, which he lived up to, and which is the guiding influence of his great poems. Nature formed Milton to be a great poet, but what other poet has shown so sincere a sense of the grandeur of his vocation, and a moral effort so con¬ stant and sublime to make and keep himself worthy of it? In all of his poems Milton infuses a strong moral lesson. “Comus” is, perhaps, the best example of this tendency to present the moral and virtuous side of life. In order to understand the task which Milton set himself in “Comus,” it will be necessary to glance for a moment at the history of the dra¬ matic form which it represents. The English masque was mainly an Italian product, although it received modifications from native sources. The nearest analogue to it in our own time and country is, according to one author, the annual Mardi-gras procession at New Orleans. Sometimes the Italian pageants took this precise form of a procession of gorgeously decorated cars moving through the city streets, bear¬ ing groups of symbolic figures. Sometimes a connected story was acted out, with elaborate stage devices and lyric interludes. 58 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Milton adopted for “Comus” a simple human story as the central motive instead of a more artificial and fantastic theme. A tradition of long standing asserts that the central episode of the sister and brothers losing their way in the woods is based upon an actual occurrence. The tradition is that Lady Alice Egerton, with her brothers, Mr. Thomas Egerton and the Viscount Brackley, did actually go astray in Haywood Forest, near Ludlow while returning by night from a visit to some relatives in Herefordshire. The sister in some way became separated from her brothers, but they were all soon rescued by a servant from the castle. Upon this simple human episode Milton based his masque, “Comus,” rec¬ ognizing the peculiar fitness of this type of poem for the conveyance of moral and philosophic truth. It is overweighted with moral teaching, and lacks the lightening influence of humor. Besides having a simple human incident as the central motive, “Comus” has a mythological element, which is made to serve the purpose of a moral lesson. Comus, the principal character in the masque, stands for sin. His father was Bacchus, the god of revel, from whom he inherited a beguiling beauty; his mother was Circe, an enchantress, from whom he has received a strain of dark cruelty, and a delight in subjecting human souls to sin, and fitting human bodies with grotesque animal features. Like his mother, he dwells in the midst of his victims, persons whom he has changed by his spells into creaturees half man and half beast, and whom he leads nightly through the forest in unseemly revelry. This uncouth crew typifies those human souls who, after giving up their inner purity, gradually become innured to a life of sin, and lose their di¬ vine property. One night while Comus and his band of followers are indulging in their usual uncouth enjoyment, Comus feels the presence of the Lady wandering alone through the woods. He quiets his band of noisy revellers and approaches her alone, in the garb of a simple peasant whom “thrift keeps up about his country gear.” Under pretense of conducting her to a neighboring hut for shelter, he lures her into his palace, which is built in the depths of the wilderness. Here he seats her on a throne in a room of state “set out with all manner of delicious¬ ness.” He casts aside his disguise and appears in his true character, trusting to his eloquence to change her innocence and purity to sin, and thus bring her under the power of his magic. She refuses to drink from the cup of sin, and remains adamant despite his arguments. He tells her that it has power to re¬ fresh her completely, but she answers that he lies and that “none but such as are good men can give good things.” Comus laughs at her doctrine, and tells her that mortals who do not use the abundant gifts that Nature has given them are not thanking God properly. To this argument the Lady answers that Nature intended her gifts only to good people who practice temperance, which the Creator much prefers to gluttony and excess. While Comus has thus been enticing the Lady to partake of the false pleas¬ ures offered by sin, her brothers have been vainly searching for her. The Younger Brother is exceedingly anxious about her and is afraid that she will be overwhelmed with fears and perils of an unknown nature. The Elder Brother is of a more philosophical character and believes that his sister has a hidden strength which will protect her against all harm. In answer to his brother’s query, he replies: “’Tis chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that is clad in complete steel.” THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 59 He reiterates this belief when he says: “So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear.” While talking in this manner, the brothers hear some one approaching. It is the Attendant Spirit in the garb of a shepherd. His purp ose is to aid the brothers through their difficulties. By means of a “small unsightly root,” they secure entrance into the palace of the enchanter. There is little doubt but that Milton refers to this “unsightly root” as the symbol of Christian grace and purity, which in heaven will reap the reward of a chaste and virtuous life. When entrance into the castle has been attained, Sabrina, the nymph of the river Severn, is called up from her watery depths by the Attendant Spirit, to release the Lady from the marble spell cast over her by Comus. The duty of the Spirit is now successfully accomplished, and in bidding farewell to “this dim spot which men call Earth,” he utters the moral lesson expounded in the poem: “Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.” Milton never demonstrated his character, both as an artist and as a man, more emphatically than when he made the masque, designed for nothing more than an evening’s amusement, the vehicle of a deep personal philosophy. Milton is often called “the blind poet.” The affliction of blindness came upon him when he was in the position of Latin Secretary to the Commonwealth. In the midst of the many duties of this position, his eyes showed signs of failing, and he was warned by his physician that to persevere would mean certain blind¬ ness. With true patriotism he continued his work, however, and by 1652 his blindness was complete. His greatest poem was written when he was blind. He had long thought seriously of writing some great literary work which posterity should “not will¬ ingly let die.” He resolved that it should be an epic, and in 1658 he began “Paradise Lost,” the mighty poem for which his whole life up to that time had been a more or less conscious preparation, as one admiring critic has remarked. The message which Milton tried to give to the world through his poems is best set forth in the words of Samuel Gardiner, the historian: “The beauti¬ ful soul makes beautiful the outward form; the base act debases the soul of him who commits it.” Helen Palm, ’27. Classmates of 1927: We are gathered here to-night for the last time. Our four years of study have been successfully completed, and the future lies before us. 60 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Let us take the present opportunity to thank our instructors for their un¬ tiring aid and interest in our behalf, and extend to them our sincere wish for their happiness and good fortune in the future. Fellow classmates, whatever the future may have in store for us, whatever difficulties we must overcome, always remember with gratitude our Alma Mater. Let us be faithful to her, remembering our motto: “Loyalty binds us.” Teachers, undergraduates, and friends of 1927, we bid you a fond farewell. Helen E. Palm, ’27. THE TRAVELLER SHORT STORY CONTEST. Milford High School was well represented in the list of honors awarded in the Boston Traveler Eighth Annual Short Story Contest, as announced in the Traveler of June 15. The contest was open to High School students of New England, and over 1500 stories were submitted. The ten best stories were selected by the editor and the 7th prize of $5.00 was won by Robert Cenedella, a Junior, with his story “The Musician’s Magic.” Next were chosen twenty-five stories to be named Stories of Distinction. Three Milford Stories appear in this list: “A Mistake” by Phyllis Giacomuzzi, Senior; “The Cynic” by Robert Cenedella, Junior; and “The Emerald Pendant” by Esther Broudy, Senior. The editor then selected one hundred stories worthy of honorable mention and seven Milford stories are included in this list: “Such is Life” by Catherine Moran, Senior; “Phantom Success” by Elna Whitney, Junior; “A Dog’s Bark” by George Siipola, Junior; “The League of Youth” by D. W. Reid, Senior; “Power Beyond Control” by Lyman Callery, Senior; “The Curse of the Opal” by Elna Whitney, Junior; and “Such Luck” by Grace Connolly, Senior. “FARMER IS YY.” There is a farmer who is YY Enough to take his EE; He hears the chatter of the JJ As they each other TT; He sees that when a tree DKK It makes a home for BB. A yoke of oxen he will UU With many whoas and GG; And their mistakes he will XQQ When ploughing for his PP. —Ex . THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 61 Dramatic Club DRAMATIC CLUB REPORT. The David Garrick Dramatic Club, under the supervision of Miss Sadie O’Connell, has accomplished much this year. The first few meetings were entirely devoted to technical work. Rehearsals on plays were soon begun. The public performance scheduled to be put on May 13th was twice postponed because of certain activities drawing the attention of the townspeople. But on June 6th the plays were well rendered before the public. The plays presented were: “Not Quite Such a Goose,” “The Pie and the Tart,” “The Dear Departed,” and “Lonesome-Like.” The sum obtained from this performance is to be added to the money raised at previous public performances to purchase a reliable stage curtain. On Friday evening, June 3rd, twenty-six members of the David Garrick Club with Miss O’Connell attended a splendid presentation of Anthony Hope’s play, “The Adventure of Lady Ursula,” given in Bates Hall of the Y. M. C. A. in Boston by members of the Senior Class of the Academy of Speech Arts. The Club attended a performance of the Academy a year ago, for the first time. These invitations were extended to the Club because of the past affiliation of Miss O’Connell with Mrs. Maude Gatchell Hicks, the director of the Academy of Speech Arts and a former member of the faculty of Emerson College, of which Miss O’Connell is a graduate. President . Lyman Callery, ’27. Vice President .. Alice Knox, ’28. Secretary . Lucy Iacovelli, ’28. Treasurer . Lillian McTiernan, ’27. Lillian McTiernan, ’27. LIMERICK. There was a young man from Detroit Who in the air was adroit. He went out to see If he could find gay Paree, And thus he brought fame to Detroit. E. B. 62 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. BASEBALL. With the arrival of spring the call for baseball candidates was responded to by a large number of ball tossers. Practice was begun early, but due to ad¬ verse weather conditions had to be postponed for quite a while. When the weather became warmer, practice was resumed, but a second ob¬ stacle was met when the town appropriated $5000 to make a new baseball dia¬ mond out of the old one. This meant that we were left without a diamond to practice or play on until the new field was completed. But finally a suitable place to practice behind the water fountain was found. By graduation last year the team lost Alzerini, our hard hitting short-stop, Catto, our valuable first baseman, and Webb, our fleet outfielder. These va¬ cancies were filled by Bowen in the outfield, Merrilees at first base, and Crandall who had been playing 3rd base was shifted to short-stop. MacLachlan was placed at third. Despite the lack of a good diamond to practice on, Milford played good baseball and won its initial game from the strong Natick nine by the score of 7-4. With this as a start Milford next defeated franklin, 6-1. The first Midland League game was played with Westboro on the latter’s home grounds. This was a hard-fought game, but after 10 fast innings Milford was finally nosed out by one run, the score being. 7-6. Milford then gained the lead in the League by winning six consecutive league games by defeating Hopkinton twice, Maynard twice, Hudson once, and Marlboro once. In the second game with Marlboro Milford was defeated by the score of 7-5. This put Hudson in first place which had won six games and lost one, while Milford had won six games and lost two. Our team has two more league contests: one with Westboro and the other with Hudson. If both games are won, Milford will be tied with Hudson for first honors and if victorious in the playoff, will win the pennant for the second consecutive time. Milford has a few non-league games to be played—with Framingham, Natick, Clinton and Brighton. The annual Memorial day battle with St. Mary’s for the first time in THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 63 many years was not played on account of St. Mary’s having no baseball team this year. Now to give a word about some of the players. For our battery we had Peterson pitching and Ferrucci catching. This combination has teamed up very w r ell, and has played an important part in the winning of our games. The sub¬ stitute batterymen were Shaw catcher and Murray, Todino, Smith and Abretti, as pitchers. The infield composed of Merrilees 1st base, R. Shaw second base, Crandall short-stop, and MacLachlan third base, the substitute infielders being Sibson, Tom asso, Federicci, McNamara, Presutti and Birmingham. In the outfield were Higgiston who covered left field, Lombardi in center, and Bowen, our heavy hitting right fielder. For substitutes there were R. Brown and I. Brown. ' So far (June 8) Milford has a very good record, winning nine games out of eleven. We must not forget our coach, Mr. Riopel, to whom all the credit for this fine work is due. It is through his untiring efforts and knowledge of baseball that has enabled our team to be on the winning end and to have a chance for the Midland League pennant. Much is due also to our principal, Mr. Quirk, who has given unsparingly of his time and aid in arranging the schedules and in keeping the team on a firm financial basis. William MacLachlan, ’27. FOOTBALL. A few days after the opening of school in September, Coach Riopel called his charges out for the initial practice. The outlook for a successful season was not very bright. Graduation had claimed many stars such as Alzerini, Pyne, Mitchell, Consoletti, D’Agostino, Gardetto, A. Shaw, Frascotti, and Catto. The entire line from end to end was gone but the backfield, consisting of Lombardi, Bowen, MacLachlan, and R. Shaw, remained intact from the previous year. Grayson, the only other letter man, was injured before the first game and was out for the season. The first game of the season was played on Town Park, September 25, with Woonsocket. This was the first time we had played this team in several years. Evidently they have developed since then, for they defeated us 20-0. The day was more fit for baseball or swimming than football. The home boys seemed unable to get started, and were playing with practically no team work. On October 2, our boys journeyed to Gardner. We got away to a good start, scoring 6 points in less than a minute, but were defeated by the heavier Gardner team 31-13. Saturday, October 9, we were the guests of Natick High. Here we re¬ ceived the worst defeat suffered by a Milford team in years. The final score was 51-0. On Monday, October 11, two days after the Natick game we tackled Marl¬ boro. The team was just beginning to respond to the excellent coaching of Mr. Riopel. Marlboro held us to a 6-6 score, but I am firmly convinced that with a little more rest we would have taken Marlboro into camp easily. 64 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. On October 16, we annexed our first victory at the expense of Franklin, a newcomer to our football schedule. Coach Riopel used an entire second team during the last half. The final score was 19-0. On the following Saturday we defeated Northbridge 7-6 in a hard, close game. A pass from Lombardi to Murray in the closing moments of the game saved the day. On October 30, the powerful Framingham eleven invaded Town Park and returned home with a 20-0 victory. However, the local boys did well to hold them as well as they did. Our next objective was Maynard. Here, however, our hopes of capturing the League Pennant were dashed to the ground. Maynard defeated us 13-6 in a slow game entirely lacking in thrills. The next Saturday, however, showed a complete reversal of form. The fans saw the best football game played on Town Park for years, when Milford stacked up against Hudson. Hudson was undefeated and leading the League. It was a fierce battle all the way and with the score tied 6 to 6 and but a few seconds remaining, Milford scored a field-goal which clinched the victory. We had little trouble defeating Westboro on the following Saturday 7-0. It was a good clean game, but Milford’s goal line was never threatened. On Thanksgiving Day we travelled to Clinton for the last game of the season. The local boys outplayed Clinton all the way, but during the latter part of the game a Clinton back recovered a Milford fumble on his own five yard line and raced 95 yards for the only score of the game. The members of the squad that gave their utmost to make the season a suc¬ cess were: Captain Bowen, MacLachlan, Lombardi, Shaw, Murray, Abretti Ramelli, Ferrucci, Sibson, Carlson, Torosian, Griswold, Morcone, Birmingham, Bates, and Brown, all letter men, and Egan, Fitzgerald, Higgiston, Moore, Cenedella, Conlin, O’Donnell, and Ruggiero. Much credit is due to Mr. Quirk, our principal, for his ceaseless efforts in our behalf. Lloyd Bowen, ’ 27 . SLIGHTLY REVISED. An Englishman, just returning to London from a visit over here, was very much impressed with our current slang phrase, “So’s your old man.” In telling his friends about his visit he said: “They have a very clevah say¬ ing over theyah jus’ now. When a man wants to pun, so to speak, another friend, he simply says, ‘Your Fawther is the same way.’ Haw, haw! Clevah, isn’t it? Haw, haw!” Teacher:—“I have went. That’s wrong, isn’t it?” Pupil:—“Yes, ma’am.” Teacher:—“Why is it wrong?” Pupil:—“Because you ain’t went yet.”—Ex. M. H. S. BASEBALL TEAM, 1927 M. H. S. FOOTBALL TEAM, 1926 70 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. to be a sweet victory, as Clinton greatly desired a win and had scouted Milford for four or five games. Milford also played under a handicap, three players being disabled or sick. The season over, a fine banquet was tendered the team and coach at the Elks home through the efforts of the Chamber of Commerce and the football fans of Milford. A trip to the Boston Arena through the kindness of the man¬ ager Mr. Brown was greatly enjoyed, two fast amateur hockey teams being seen in action. The members of the team that made this fine record, due in great measure to the highly efficient coaching of Mr. Riopel are: Captain Julie D’Agostino, Alzerini, Shaw, Clough, O’Neil, Consoletti, Gilmore, Broderick, Pyne, Davoren, Turner, Bowen, Mitchell, York, Frascotti, Adams as letter men and Gagliardi, Broudy, Ferrucci, Cahill, Lombardi, Collins, Snow, Colantonio, Gardetto, Carchio as subs. In the winter interest was aroused in a hockey team and with a team com¬ posed of Catto, Pyne, Cahill, Alzerini, Davoren, D’Agostino, Frascotti, Gag¬ liardi, two victories were won,—Hopkinton by a 1-0 score and Bellingham 2-0. Bad weather and the coming of Spring ended hockey, but it is a great sport, and a good team could be brought together as nearly all the boys love to skate and are quite proficient with the stick. Other teams, such as Natick, Needham, Framingham, Newton and Stoneham, are willing to play Milford and it is hoped that in future years a team will represent the school. Due to the lack of a basket ball court, Milford High was not represented by a basket ball team this fall, except in one instance when a team composed of Cahill, Clough, D’Agostino, Higgiston, Webb, Davoren, Gilmore, MacLaughlin and Shaw defeated St. Mary’s Academy 47-13. This game was played to aid a Legion benefit at the State Armory. If a court could be acquired, a strong team doubtlessly could be put out, as Mr. Riopel has had considerable playing experience and his coaching ability is unquestioned. Winter over, Spring arrived and the call for baseball candidates was issued, resulting in about thirty-five ball tossers responding. Practice soon was well under way, and the boys worked hard to fill the vacancies. At second base the box and catching department, Jack O’Neil, Turner and Bowen were the most prom¬ ising pitchers on board, while Ted Catto held down his old position at the hot corner, while Davoren endeavored to fill Griffin’s shoes behind the bat. Julie D’Agostino again earned the right to call left field his own, while George Gag¬ liardi filled up the gap in outer field nicely, and Lombardi in right completed Riopel’s selection for the opening game. The team has played good ball despite the loss of two fine pitchers from last year’s men. O’Neil, the mainstay in the box, has performed his duties ad¬ mirably. His recent accomplishment of holding Lawrence, the title aspirants of the state, hitless for eight innings and only four base hits the remainder of the game speaks volumes for his ability. The team has gone through the season with nine victories and five defeats with three games still to be played. Leominster received a 21-4 lacing, thus evening the series. Gardner, a very strong aggregation, was beaten 8-7, while the other games were as follows:— Attleboro 2 . Milford 2 St. Mary’s (Waltham) 1 . Milford 2 Natick 4 . Milford 3 Framingham 5 . Milford 8 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 65 OUR BASE-BALL TEAM. This year we had a noble team; It suffered but two defeats: But that fact only goes to prove M. H. S. is seldom beat. “Jack” Merrilees was there at first, A quick and active worker; And many a clever hit and catch Showed us he was no shirker. Many a hard and difficult stop, Apd many a needed run Are credited to “Alphie” Shaw; At second his playing was done. “Ken” Crandall sure made some shortstop; He hardly missed a ball. And then again, while up at bat, He won the praise of all. MacLachlan played his game at third. “Three cheers” for Captain “Bill” ! For at the bat, and in the field His playing proved his skill. Our pitcher sure was unsurpassed, For Peterson held his own. The twirling and amazing curves Gave “Cykie” great renoun. A little fellow at home-plate We know as “Dick” Ferrucci; He proved himself to be pretty “big” And performed his every duty. In left, we had “Jim” Higgiston, A sturdy and active lad ; And many a home-run did he stop When things looked mighty bad. In right field “Shadow” Bowen shone And caught all the balls that came; And at the bat he shone again; Lie saved us many a game. “Ernie” Lombardi held his ground Way out in centre field; And by his clever “bunts” and such He proved a player real. 66 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. And then there were some faithful subs, Ready to do their best; And when we found ourselves in need They helped us out, you bet! Great praise and words of credit are due Our coach—Mr. Riopel, For “Hop’s” hard work was not in vain, As we can truly tell. To him and the boys we wish success, Success throughout the years. Let’s get to-gether now,—1-2-3! Three well deserved loud cheers! Catherine M. Moran, ’27. WOULDN’T THE SHOCK BE FATAL IF:— We had a new High school? There was no school Monday when Tuesday was a holiday? Lloyd Stowers forgot to give his opinions? Rosen heard a remark the first time? Sydney Solomon forgot to pass some side remarks? Room 8 didn’t whisper? Miss Bureau said “unprepared” in expression? Kizer lost his smile? “Dick” Ferrucci winked at the girls? Ernie Lombardi lost his million-dollar smile? Miss Connolly sat still one minute? Miss C. Moran forgot to have her hair marcelled? Miss Perna kept still a whole period? The eight o’clock bell failed to ring? Callery flunked English A? Miss Ireland stopped giggling for one period? Miss Murphy forgot how to sing? Miss Bullard had a pencil? Carlson failed to argue in class? Bowen didn’t look bored? Miss Black didn’t start reciting with “well”? Crandall paid attention to his lessons? Miss Bragg talked above a whisper? Carlson didn’t blush ? Miss Ryan forgot to teach Burke’s Speech? Miss Fiorani was wide awake in English A? “Sir, your daughter has promised to become my wife.” “Well, don’t come to me for sympathy; you might know something would happen to you, hanging around here five nights a week.” THE OAK LILY AND IVY. 67 MADE PLAIN. “Why are we so late, Mr. Conductor?” “Well, madame, you see, the train in front was behind, and this one was behind before besides.”—Ex. SING TO TUNE “AMERICA.” My auto, ’tis of thee, short road to poverty—of thee I chant; I blew a pile of dough on you three years ago; now you refuse to go, or won’t, or can’t, Through town and countryside, you were my joy and pride—O happy day! I loved thy dandy hue, thy nice white tires new; but now it seems you’re thru in every way. To thee, old rattle box, came many bumps and knocks—for thee I grieve. Badly thy top is torn, frayed are thy seats and worn; the whooping cough affects thy horn, I do believe. Thy perfume swelled the breeze, while folks would choke and wheeze, as we pass by. I paid for thee a price, ’twould buy a mansion twice; now folks are yelling “Ice,” I wonder why. Thy motor has the grippe, thy spark plug has the pip—what woe is thine! I, too, have suffered chills, fatigue and kindred ills, to meet thy repair bills, since thou art mine. Gone is my bank roll now, no more ’twould choke a cow, as once before. Yet if I had the dough, so help me John, I’d go and buy the whole Auto Show and speed some more.—Ex. NOT HIS FAULT. Husband (loaded down with baggage at the R. R. station) : “I’m sorry that I didn’t bring the piano with me.” Wife:—“Now don’t try to be funny.” Husband:—“I’m not; I left the tickets on the piano.”—Ex. “Where is Atoms?” “Atoms? You mean Athens, don’t you?” “No; Atoms. The place where everything is blown to.”—Ex. Reporter:—“I know a person who has lived in one room all his life.” Editor:—“Good. Get an interview right away. Who is he?” Reporter :— ' “Our three-weeks old baby !”—Ex. 68 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. EPITAPHS. Here lies the body of William Murray; He left this world in a terrible hurry. Lombardi desired to be a songbird grand; So we buried him here in the Rio Grande. MacLachlan joined the Angels’ choir: Now he can sing to his heart’s desire. She:—“Daddy always gives me a book as a birthday gift.” He:—“What a splendid library you must have!” Maid:—“Shall I take this rug out and shake it?” Student:—“That ain’t no rug! It’s my room-mate’s bath towel!” THAT’LL DO FOR HIM. “Why do you feed every tramp that comes along?” said the husband irrit¬ ably. “They never do anything for you.” “No,” replied the wife; “but it is a great satisfaction to me to see a man eat a meal without finding fault with the cooking.” GRAVE COMPLAINTS. Willie was dejectedly walking home from school and his woe-begone ap¬ pearance attracted the attention of a kind-hearted old lady. “What is troubling you, my little man?” she asked. “Dyspepsia and rheumatism,” replied Willie. “Why, that’s absurd,” remarked the old lady. “How can that be?” “Teacher kept me in after school because I couldn’t spell them,” was Willie’s dismal answer. Morris:—“Last night I asked her if I could see her home.” Clancy:—“And what did she say?” Morris:—“She said, ‘Why, certainly, I’ll send you a picture of it tomorrow.’ ” There was a young lady in Lynn Who was so exceedingly thin That when she essayed To drink lemonade, She slipped through the straw and fell in.—Ex. ‘Why do you come to me for help again? Haven’t you any close relatives?” “Yes, that’s the reason I come to you.” 69 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Little Richard:— “Mother, may I have a nickel for that man who is crying outside ?” Mother:—“Yes, dear, but what is he crying about?” Little Richard:—“He’s crying ‘Peanuts, five cents a bag.’ Ex. SAVED. Mrs. Newlywed, calling to husband down cellar: ou can take your finger off the leak in the water pipe now.” Mr. Newlywed:—“Thank goodness, has the plumber come at last?” Mrs. Newlywed:—“No, the house is on fire. NO TIME FOR FOOLISHNESS. Five minutes after the tardy-gong had sounded, the principal saw a little fellow scampering toward the first-grade room. “See here, young man,” said he, “I want to talk to you.” “L ain’t got time to talk to you, I’m late already,” replied the breathless youngster, as he opened the door of his classroom. She:—“What beautiful flowers! Why, isn’t there still a little dew on them?” He:—(blushing furiously)—“Yes, but I’ll pay it before long.” An M. H. S. student named Callery At the dance stayed up in the gallery; Why he did can be seen For there must have been Six pretty girls around Callery. A studious pupil is Ferrucci; The reason is plain, for you see He stays up all night And by the lamp light Peruses his beloved Chemistry. J. L. A baseball player named Bowen Said he would show the boys how to throw ’em. But he had a weak right And though he threw with all his might, The best he could send was a low one.—J. L. Friend:—“Will your people be surprised when you graduate?” John:—“No, they’ve been expecting it for several years.” 70 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Tim—“Shay! Do you know Brown?” Jim—“What’s his name?” Tim—“Who?” Jim—“Brown !” Drowning Man :—“Help ! Aid ! Succor ! I can’t swim !” Absent-minded Prof.:—“That’s nothing; I can’t play the bass viol!” A LIMERICK. As a beauty, I’m not a great star There are others more handsome by far; But my face, I don’t mind it, Because I’m behind it, It’s the people in front that I jar. —Ex. FATHER TIME REACHED OUT. I woke to look upon a face Silent, white and cold ; O friend, the agony I felt Can never half be told. We’d lived together but a year To soon, it seemed, to see Those gentle hands outstretched and still That toiled so hard for me. My waking thoughts had been of one Who now to sleep had dropped. ’Twas hard to realize, O my friend, My Ingersoll had stopped. —Ex. Teacher—“Who can give me a sentence using the word ‘avaunt’?” Little Abie:—“Avaunt what avaunt when avaunt it.”—Ex. “Will ye be looking here?” demanded an Irishman of the waiter. “This lobster do be after having only one claw.” Aha ! exclaimed the waiter, expert through long practice at this sort of thing. ou see, lobsters often fight each other and occasionally one loses a claw.” “Aha, yourself!” replied Pat, pushing back his plate, “that being the case, bring me the winner.” .. . A l fter , watchin g her father, who was a doctor, test the heart and ittle brother, she said: “Get any new stations, daddy?” lungs of THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 71 Stranger:—“Tell me, have any big men ever been born in this city?” Native:—“No, sir, only babies.”—Ex. Corporal:—“I hear that the drill sergeant called you a blockhead.” Private:—“No, he didn’t make it that strong.” Corporal:—“What did he actually say?” Private:—“Put on your hat; here comes a woodpecker.” Hiram:—“Well, sir, my shotgun let out a roar and there lay a dead wolf ahead of us.” Bored Boarder:—“How long had it been dead?” WOULDN’T IT BE FUNNY IF:— Miss McTiernan didn’t smile? Callery was given a lecture? MacLachlan didn’t chew gum? Drew didn’t do his homework? Bowen and MacLachlan were separated? All the typewriters broke on the same day? Lynch lost his smile? Miss Ozella couldn’t Charleston? O’Donnell ran all the way to school? Cookies were given to all seniors free at recess time? Juliani forgot to chuckle? Miss Bragg shouted? Rosen was in a hurry? Srabian couldn’t play a fiddle? Miss Ryan forgot all about Woolley’s Handbook? All the seniors received 100 per cent, in spelling? Mazzarelli got on the honor roll? Lombardi forgot to smile? Solomon was skinny? Stowers combed his hair? Miss Palm forgot her History A? MacLachlan wasn’t popular? Crandall didn’t smile at the girls? Miss Palm talked back to the teachers? Ferrucci flunked a subject? Stowers forgot to use long words? Miss Mastroianni wore her hair straight? She:—“Why don’t you marry her? She’s wise as well as beautiful.” He:—“But, my dear, I don’t want to marry anyone wise or beautiful. I want to marry you.”—Ex. 72 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. WORTH THIRTY CENTS. “1 gave a man fifty cents for saving my life.” “What did he do?” “Gave me back twenty cents change.” DANGER. Miss Newly Rich (who has just returned from a trip to Egypt.)—“Oh, the pyramids were wonderful and just covered with hieroglyphics.” Grandma:—“Sakes alive! Did ye git any of them on ye?”—Ex. Frank Marino Cement Blocks 16 14 Cedar Street, Milford, Mass. Tel. 952-R RISEBERG’S Clothing for the Whole Family 150 Main Street “On The Square’’ Milford Store Phone 488-NV Joseph A. Visconti Co. Sewer, Water, Earth, Rock Excavation. Concrete Masonry and Stone Foundation Landscape Gardening 8 9 GENOA AVENUE, MILFORD, MASS. Telephone Conn. Compliments of. SNOW’S I 2 1 Main Street, Milford, Mass. M. S. McMahon HEATING and PLUMBING II Court Street, Tel. Milford 1125 8 It Pays to Consult McMAHON Compliments of. A FRIEND ADVERTISING SECTION. 73 Miscoe Ginger Ale A Beverage of the Best Quality Manufactured Directly from Nature’s Pure Mineral Spring Water Try a bottle or a case. It is invigorating and refreshing. Note its snappy, pleasing taste. You will find it different from all others, be¬ cause of the fact of the high quality of the water and the ingredients used in its manufacture. ORDER A CASE FROM YOUR GROCER. MISCOE SPRING WATER COMPANY When you want a real drink, ask for Miscoe. MENDON, MASSACHUSETTS - Telephone 756-J The Direct Way to a Preferred Position High School Graduates select Bryant-Stratton College for their higher business training. Two-year courses leading to State Authorized Degrees in Business Administration, Higher Accounting, Secretarial and Commercial Teacher Training. Finishing Secretarial and General Business courses prepare for immediate placement. Summer School, July 11 to August 19. Sixty-fifth year begins September 6. Send for New Catalog or Booklets “A College Degree in Business’’ or ‘‘The Executive Secretary.” Bryant-Stratton College of Business Administration Founded 1863 Providence, Rhode Island 74 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Compliments of . Compliments of. a A Friend • CENEDELLA GEORGE D. VIRES Confectionery 70 Central Street Milford ■--— COMPANY Compliments of. a WILLIAM A. MURRAY, Esq M. H. S. 1907 Milford, - Mass. Compliments of . Headquarters for Everything DR. R. E. ELLSWORTH Musical and Electrical Maytag Washers Dentist BEACON SUPPLY COMPANY 117 MAIN STREET Miliord, - Mass. Milford, - Mass. Compliments of.... LOUIS VILENSKY Junk and Cattle Dealer J. F. CATUSI, Esq. 17 Green Street Telephone 24-X Milford, Mass. Compliments of . JOHN BEGIAN TAXI Tel. 1111 E. H. NEISTEIN Junk Deader 76“ Depot Street, Milford, Mass. Call 11 -M WILCOX’S HAND MADE ICE CREAM WHOLESALE AND RETAIL The Old Reliable Store Formerly the Gillon Spa ADVERTISING SECTION. 75 AVERY WOODBURY COMPANY 212 to 214 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Interior Decorators, Hous e Furnishers, Cut Glass SILVERWARE Compliments of. Compliments of. Berkeley Textile Company MILFORD GAZETTE 209 MAIN ST., Telephone 178-M PAUL WILLIAMS Compliments of. Insurance Broker DILLON BROS. 4 Poplar Street Tel. 192-W Milford, Mass. Milford, - Mass. Tel. 544-M Office Hours 8-12—1-5 Dr. H. Ellis worth Morse Optical Specialist Suite 5, Thayer Building 219 Main Street, Milford, Mass. A. H. SWEET CO., Inc. Registered Pharmacists Compliments of. W. J. WALKER Baker Block - Milford 2 1 3 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Milford Savings Bank 236 Main Street Miiford Mass - Open every business day from 9 A. M. to 3 P. M., except Saturday. Saturdays, 9 A. M. to 1 P. M. Deposits commence to draw interest on the TENTH DAY of Each Month. Dividends are payable on and after the Third Saturday April and October. 76 ADVERTISING SECTION. H. M. CURTISS COAL AND LUMBER CO. Shingles and Lumber of all kinds Flooring, Windows and Doors a 48 Pond Street, Milford Compliments of. W. C. WATERS Builder S3 25 Spruce Street Milford. - Mass. J. MASTRIANNI BROS. First Class Shoe Repairing by Machinery Also Shining Parlor 83 K2 East Main Street Milford, - Mass. MONTI ROSSI Monumental Work Milford, - Mass GRANITE AND MARBLE Statuary and Carving a Specialty Building and Monumental Work 58 EAST MAIN STREET, Tel. 845-W Residence, 8 Hayward St., Tel. 362-M Res. Tel. 94-R Garage Tel. 94-W ARTHUR J. HEROUX Undertaker, Embalmer and Funeral Director 263 Main Street, Taxies for all occasions Milford, - Mass. Night Calls, 8 Prentice Ave. Compliments of. Zorzi’s Collegians JOSEPH MORCONE 23 Main Street Milford, Mass. Bonded Banker Steamship Agent Notary Public Justice of the Peace ADVERTISING SECTION. 77 B. VITALINI Dependable Coal Service i kos: Tel. 593-R Milford, Mass. T. E. MORSE CO. 5 South Bow Street Painting and Decorating Paints and Wall Paper for Sale RICE’S CLOTHING STORE Central Street Milford J. A. TYLER Manufacturer of Shoe Racks Screens, Sawing and J. F. HICKEY Insurance and Real Estate 224 Main Street Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. Woonsocket Mills Remnant Store All kinds of yard goods and dry goods Latest dress patterns a specialty 91 and 95 Main Street Milford Compliments of. FRANK J. HYNES Transportation Anywhere Anytime Telephone 41-R ESMOND SQUARE STORE Tobacco, Confectionery and Ice Cream Sunday and Daily Papers O. D. COSTELLO, Prop. Tel. 284-J. Planing 78 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. VOLK’S Where Quality is Higher Than Price Volk’s Dry Goods MELVIN SAND CO. 1 06 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Tel. 619 Compliments of. 29 JOHN E. HIGGISTON Plumbing and Heating Cedar Street, Milford, Mass. 26 Spruce Street Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. DR. THOMAS J. NUGENT Dentist BEN LANCISI a MILFORD, - MASS. CHARLES E. COONEY Compliments of. DRY GOODS R G. W. WOOD 222 Main Street, Milford ADVERTISING SECTION. 79 Compliments of. The Home National Bank Capital, $130,000 Surplus and Profits $180,000 Commercial Accounts Savings Accounts MILFORD, MASS. JAMES LALLY Dealer in FLOUR GRAIN and HAY 9 Exchange St., Milford, Mass. HENRY VOLK Soloist and Instructor of the Violin Tel. 5 7-M, Studio 35 Pleasant St. Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. BABY ROSE CIGAR Mfg. CLIFFORD A. COOK Compliments of. ELDREDGE SON Wall Paper Duco T. F. FLANIGAN and DuPont Paints 42 Exchange Street - Milford 80 ADVERTISING SECTION. ZEbe (Ibarlescraft flbtess 43 Exchange Street Books, Pamphlets, Commercial Printing, Color and Halftone Printing, Wedding Stationery, Finest Correspondence Papers, Embossed and Engraved Work. This Book was Printed by Cbe (XbatlCSCraft fl te00 We Are Happiest Then It is a pleasure for us to have you consult us about any one of your financial problems. And if we are able to ren¬ der you a service we are truly happy. 8 MILFORD NATIONAL BANK An Old Bank with a Young Spirit {J £eu) lodes of Sunny Colors and Youthful Styles in Coats , T)resses f Hats For Women and JI£isses Virgie-Earl Company 2 1 5 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. NOLAN BROTHERS oW r lothiNG C£ JVIILiFORD, MASS. 157 Main Street New Store New Goods Featuring Goodimate Blue Serge Suits Smartly tailored and designed to provide Style and Value ADVERTISING SECTION. 81 Established 1869 Incorporated 1919 We are Headquarters for Silk Hosiery as well as for Groceries, Flour and Grain Gordon Dye are the best and we sell them at a reasonable profit. No. L275 $ .89 3 pair $2.50 No. H480 $1.45 3 pair $4.00 No. H290 $1.75 3 pair $4.75 No. LH300 $1.95 3 pair $5.50 No. 725 V Line $2.25 3 pair $6.25 Use the phone. We deliver. Henry Patrick Company Service Store - Hopedale, Mass. Compliments of A. B. MORSE Druggist CHICK’S SHINING PARLOR 3 Pine Street Open Sunday Mornings Shoes Dyed MELINE BROTHERS Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Wallpaper, Paints and Hardware 35 Central Street, Milford Tel. 535-W Compliments of. Milford Grain Company Dealers in Hay, Grain, Straw, Mason’s Supplies a Beach Street Phone Conn. 82 ADVERTISING SECTION. NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY SCHOOLS OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION AND ENGINEERING FOUR YEAR PROFESSIONAL COURSES IN BUSINESS ACCOUNTING CIVIL MECHANICAL ELECTRICAL CHEMICAL ADMINISTRATIVE MANAGEMENT AND FINANCE ENGINEERING ENGINEERING ENGINEERING ENGINEERING ENGINEERING LEADING TO THE BACHELOR’S DEGREE THE COOPERATIVE PLAN Alternate study in college and practice in the industries under supervision affords the student an opportunity to earn a consid¬ erable part of his college expenses. REGISTRATION Students admitted to the Freshman Class in September or Jan¬ uary may be ready for the Sophomore work before the following September. Catalog and information sent upon request. Northeastern University Department of Admissions Milton J. Schlagenhauf, Director Boston, 17, Massachusetts ADVERTISING SECTION. 83 F. G. KERR Monumental Company Successor to A. C. Kinney ALL KINDS OF CEMETERY WORK GRANITE AND MARBLE MONUMENTS Tablets and Headstones Lettering a Specialty South Bow St., Milford, Tel. 521 -W Real Estate Bought and Sold AT GRADUATION TIME Your friends expect your photograph Special prices to graduates MILFORD FURNITURE CO. m “We make a home W. A. Flannery Out of a house. ' Photographer Milford, - Mass. 224 Main Street, Milford, Mass. JAMES B. EDWARDS Compliments of. Undertaker and Embalmer Tel. Office 225-W House 225-R FULLER WILSON X. Xucbtni Son BOSTON AND MILFORD EXPRESS Compliments of...... Compliments of. JOSEPH H. DOYLE, Esq. ALFRED J. OLIVER, D.M.D. Compliments of. HleianOer ©t®iannantonto flDUtorb, dDass. 84 ADVERTISING SECTION. P. Eugene Casey “The man who makes everybody happy.” Compliments of. Dr. William J. Clancy MILFORD, MASS. Compliments of. GUIDO SABATINELLI Masonry Construction Residence, Franklin St., Tel. 410 Compliments of. DR. B. F. HARTMAN Veterinarian Milford, Mass. Phone 1266-R MILFORD DYE HOUSE CLEANSERS, DYERS, TAILORS The only Dye House in Milford or in the radius of 25 miles doing business direct with the public and the public only. Work called for and delivered M. T. HAYES JERRY’S Tel. 1034 98Main St. Tel.l213M 25CedarSt. Colbert, the Florist Flowers for All Occasions Q sjjp A 5-7 Pine Street, Milford, Mass. Store 411-W LEO DeFILIPPIS, CUSTOM TAILOR OVER A. P. GROCERY STORE 118 MAIN STREET, MILFORD Every Day of the Year You Gan “Save with Safety” at Your Rexall Store Neilan’s Drug Store 201 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. YEE PAH WAH EX-SERVICE MAN HAND LAUNDRY 76 MAIN STREET MILFORD, MASS. Price List Shirts 15c. Gents Pajamas Spreads 35c, Silk Shirts 26 pair 25 Table Cloths Collars 03 Socks pr. 05 25 to 35 Ladies Shirt Sheets 16 White Coats 25 Waists 25 Pillow Cases 08 Overalls 25 Under shirts 10 Dress shirts 25 Gents White Union Suits 16 Ladies White Waists 25 B.V.D Union Uniform 65 Neckties 05 Suits 15 Night gownsl5 Curtains Handkerchief 03 Under pr 60 to 70 Drawers 10 Towels 08 to 04 First Class Work Guaranteed EXCHANGE STREET BAKERY JOSEPH F. MAIN1NI, Prop. Specialty of Doughnuts, Wedding and Birthday Cakes and All Kinds of Pastry Telephone 1304-J Milford, Mass. For your health eat good fruit Compliments of The Tampa Fruit Company 176 Main Street Milford, Mass. A FRIEND Harry B. Torosian Sons RICHARD HEALY COMPANY 512 MAIN STREET, WORCESTER Women’s, Misses and Children’s Finest Apparel 88 ADVERTISING SECTION. H. M. CURTISS COAL AND LUMBER CO. 8 Shingles and Lumber of all kinds Flooring, Windows and Doors 8 48 Pond Street, Milford Compliments of. Waters Hynes Builders 8 Milford, - Mass. J. MASTRIANNI BROS. First Class Shoe Repairing by Machinery Also Shining Parlor 83 1-2 East Main Street Milford, - Mass MONTI ROSSI Monumental Work Milford, - Mass. GRANITE AND MARBLE Statuary and Carving a Specialty Building and Monumental Work 58 EAST MAIN STREET, Tel. 845-W Residence, 8 Hayward St., Tel. 362-M Res. Tel. 94-R Stable Tel. 94-W ARTHUR J. HEROUX Undertaker, Embalmer and Funeral Director Memorial Square Stables, Auto Ambulance Service Milford, - Mas . Night calls, 3 Prentice Ave. Compliments of. Zorzi’s Collegians JOSEPH MORCONE 23 Main Street Milford, Mass. Bonded Banker Steamship Agent j Notary Public Justice of the Peace