Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

Text from Pages 1 - 168 of the 1925 volume:

' Tfi OTl|e (Eupola VOL. III. MT. VERNON SEMINARY WASHINGTON, D. C. 1925 The Cupola Board of [925 dedicates This Jubilee Book To Mount Vernon Seminary the old and the new To The Alumnae who have given the school its traditions and To Mary S tracks n, president of the senior class, whose unconscious influence has for six years helped to mak e tor honor and integrity and school spirit in its finest sense 5 TABLE OF CONTENTS Frontispiece 4 Dedication — 5 History of School 7 Mrs, Somers’ Picture 9 Mrs, Hensley’s Picture 10 Miss Cole’s Picture 1 1 Faculty . 12 Cupola Staff 14 Senior Class 16 School Calendar 48 Junior Class 50 White Class 52 Yellow Class 54 Literature 57 School Events 89 Dramatics 99 Athletics 103 Clubs ] 15 Jokes — 125 Student Body 131 Advertisements 1 36 6 THE HISTORY OF MOUNT VERNON SEMINARY OUNT VERNON SEMINARY had its beginning’ in a quiet home at 204 F Street. There, fifty years ago, about twenty girls studied under the direction of Mrs. Elizabeth J. Somers, whose influence in their lives was never effaced. Those daughters of the former Mt. Vernon Seminar)’ will always remember the homelike atmosphere and spirit of comradeship that Mrs. Somers created. This pleasant family of hers soon outgrew the accommodations of her home, and, five years after the founding of the school, the house at the southwest corner of Eleventh and M Streets was acquired. But the number of pupils continued to increase, and the demand for even more space resulted in the purchase of additional property that of Mr. Noyes, the editor of “The Evening Star,” Mr. Noyes house was enlarged, and in 1902 Senior House was added to the group of buildings. I hough the school had expanded as far as possible in all directions, the need for accommodations was not satisfied, and Mrs. Somers wisely realized that she must find another and larger home. The idea came to her that, by incorporating the school, a new institution with an assured future might be formed. But, before the far-sighted founder could execute her plans, failing health forced her to retire. So it was not until 1916 that Mrs. Somers ' dreams materialized, when the incorpora- tion was carried on by Mrs. Adelia Gates Hensley, who, for many years, had been associate head mistress. Under a board of directors, with Mrs. Hensley as president, a non-profit-making institution was established, and a site on Nebraska Avenue chosen as the permanent home of Mount Vernon Seminary. But the cost of erecting a desirable building was found to be prohibitive for the funds then in the possession of the school. Mrs. Hensley, however, was not a woman to be discouraged by diffi- culties, once she had determined on a course to pursue. She asked the old girls to make loans to the Mount Vernon Seminary on unprotected notes, giving her word as security. Large sums of money were advanced; Mrs. Hensley’s word was security enough. The school also borrowed heavily of several banks in Washington. By 1923 all the securities advanced by the Alumnae had been repaid. When Mrs. 7 1 fensley died, her debts of honor, as she called them, had been met in full and the indebtedness to the hanks reduced. In 1917 a spacious building of Georgian architecture opened its I riendly doors to old and new pupils. Since that time many girls have entered these doors; entered and left them finer and better women for the years spent within. Yet the school, so happily established, was to experience two losses. In November, 1923, Mrs. Hensley died. This was a great grief to all who had known her and had felt her inspiring influence. In the follow- ing June, Mrs. Somers also passed away. Miss Jean Dean Cole then took over the responsibility laid down by Mrs. Hensley, and continued the work that Mrs. Somers had started. Now, in the Spring of 1925, the Alumnae are erecting on the school grounds a memorial chapel to the founder. Within the chapel an organ dedicated to Mrs. 1 fensley will he built — on May 23rd to be played at the school ' s Golden Jubilee; Mount Vernon Seminary may pause to look back over fifty years of progress — golden years of earnest endeavor, devotion, and accomplishment. 1 hit the complete history ol the school is not written until an insight into the characters of its three head mistresses has been gained. For they gave to Mount Vernon Seminary its spirit and its standards, and what the school is today is due most of all to their personal contributions. Mrs. Somers believed that living is a fine art and should be cultivated by tbo.se attributes which make it so — gentleness, courtesy, and considera- tion. She gave to the daughters of Mount Vernon Seminary her love of beauty and high regard for the qualities of a true gentlewoman. Mrs, I iensley contributed her unfailing sympathy to the spirit of the school and to its ideals her absolute integrity of heart and mind. One cannot mention Mrs. Hensley without also speaking of Miss Cole, the present head mistress. For years. Miss Cole, as associate principal, by her industry, her courage, and her progressive sin, pint the policies of Mrs. Hensley into practical action. Miss Cole’s vitality and force inspire in the girls a desire for progress and self-improvement. She is a fit guardian of all that is finest in the school, and under her, it may look forward to a sure future as well as back to an honorable past. Isamu, Crmi-u . 12 FACU Miss Jean Dean Cole Miss Wilfred a J. Messenger A r LSS K AT II AR I N E Hi LL Miss H. Grace Brg jse j 1 ! SS F R A N C ES De V I LL A B A LL M lss M argaret Barker Miss Catherine S. Blakeslee f rs, Edyth M. Brush ' s Miss Grace E. Carroll Miss Frances C bickering Mi ss Constance Churchyard Miss Edith Denison Cook Miss Eleanor Bryant Craig Miss Frances A. Davis i f M E, FeR N A N DE i ESPK EZ Miss Alice E. Edwards Miss Maude Frances Miss Helen Froeligii A f i ss J Lorn a Guard Wear ' s lea LTV Miss M ildred J [anna Miss Elizabeth Alger Hillyar Miss Alice B. Hopkins Mrs, Charlotte Guard McAllister Mrss Evelyn Mallard M rss Elizabeth F. Mann Miss Loupe J. Martin Mrs. N etta C. Murphey Mrs. A i el a K l e i n sc it m i i t- I v y n e A I me, El e a n o r e P e i :t i e r Miss Florence Peters Miss Lillian Pj per Miss Elsa Louise Rainer M rs. Alys M. Rickett Miss Margaret M. Si.au sox Miss Allene Stuart Miss Helen A, Treyz LMiss Alice M. Trippett Miss Harriet IP Walker c of absence. 13 CUPOLA STAFF Yjsk Barber, Miss Churchyard _ _ Berenice M a x w ell -Helen Young — Rutii Martin . - — Genevi eve Stewart - i- -.Alice Campbell Isabel Creed _„_Mary Morton — — — Eleanor Hayden _ — _ - _ _ El j z abet h B e n n ett — Cherry Stephenson .Rosemary Ames — — — — . Hortense Coyle Faculty . Idmsers.. E ditor-in-CIi ief- Issistant Editor _ j l d % c rt is! 1 1 g M a nag er B itsiness I onager Lit erary E d it or L Assistant Literary Editor A rt Ed it a % _ _ , Athletic Editor Assistant Athletic Editor - Joke Editor Dramatic Editor Photograph Editor 14 Miss Eleanor Craig Class Mother SENIOR CLASS Gass Motto: Veritas Class Flower: Delphinium CLASS OFFICERS President ___ — Mary Str ac h a n I ' ic 0 PtesM ' 0 i$t _ Rt semary Ames Secretary „„ . . — - — Mary Morton ' rqasurcr - _ _ — - . - . _ _ . Helen Young Rosemary Ames Dorothy Fulton Berenice Maxwell J VV E N DO L Y N . T W OOD M A R J A X ( i A FF N E Y M A R Y M ORTO N Sarah Banks Beulah Gibbons Elizabeth Paxton Elizabeth Burdell Julia Hase Josephine Pease Elizabeth Burcoyn e Hulda 11 ayssen Grace Poole Emma Carter Patricia Mealy Virginia Roediger I a n e Con nell Era g ces H eckert H a rrj et Snider ] Iortense Coyle Margaret Hegkert Mary Strachan Helen Curtis Maxine Jenkins Howard Vrooman Dorothy Davidson Gladys Karel Helen Young Ruth Martin 16 Roskmar v Ames ‘ ' Rosy Chicago, Illinois I ' Qirr Years I )ramatics, ' 25- ' 24- ' 25 ( Jptima, ' 25- ' 24- ' 25 French Club ' M- ' 25 P resident Junior Class, ’24 Basketball 23224225 Baseball ' 22-23 I locker, ' 22-23 Secretary )ptiina, 25 Vice-President French Club, 25 Vice-President Senior Class, 25 Joke Editor of Cupola, 25 Commencement Flaw ‘24 “Imagination rules the leorhi 17 r ,f Gzveii” Grand Rapids, Michigan Four Years French Club, ’25 White Class President Basket! .all, ’22- ' 23-’24-’25 Captain Basketball. ’23-’24-’25 Hockey, ' 22- ' 23 I lockey Captain, ' 23 Swimming, ’22-’23-’24-’25 Varsity Basketball, ’25 Captain Swimming, ’25 Choral Club. ’22-’2.V24- ' 25 President Choral Club, ’25 Dramatics, ’23- ' 2 5 Secretary Junior Class, ' 24 Choir, ’22- ' 2,V24- ' 25 White Class When f hear music. I fear no danger’ is Sarah Banks “Bessie” Little Rock, Arkansas Tzvo Years Walking Club. ' 25 Basketball, ’25 “There is no laze so strong which a little gladness may not transgress 19 ( bd Elizabeth IjV ' rdei.l Burd” Augusta, Georgia Tzoo Vears Optima, ’24 W alking Club, ’25 Dramatics, ’25 Life is not for complaint , but for satisfaction 20 “Libb y” Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Tzvo years Optima, ' 25 Dramatics, ' 24- ' 2 5 Walking Club, ’25 Commencement Play. ’24 Nothing is so attractive and unceasingly curious as character 21 Emma Carter Knoxville. Tennessee Two Years Walking Club, ' 25 Director of Domestic Science, ' 25 Treasurer of Domestic Science, ’25 “It is the lozvest pulsation which is the most vital ” 22 “3m if Osh kosh, Wi scons in Three Years Choral Club, ' 24 -’2 5 Choir. ’24-’25 White Class It is much easier to be good zvhen living with people zeho laugh ' ’ 23 Hortense Covu: Horde” Jiuffalo, New York Two ) ' eiatrs Optima, ' 24-’25 French Club, ' 25 Secretary of Lend -a- Hand -Society, ' 25 Photograph Fditor of Cupola, ’25 Swimming, ‘24 Dramatics, ' 25 Hctions arc more precious than words” it Hei.kn Curtis “H. tr Grand Rapids, Michigan Two Years Optima, ' 24-25 Dramatics, ' 2A-25 “Beauty is always queen 25 “Dee” ( hnaha, Nebraska Four Years Yellow Class Dramatics, ' 23-’24 Swimming, ’22-’24- ' 25 Board of Directors of Domestic Science, ' 24 Baseball, ’23 Love is the beginning , the middle and the end of everything” 26 Dorothy Fulton Dodo’ ' Los Angeles, California Tzvo Years Choir, ’24-25 Choral Club, ’24-’25 Swimming, ’24 The force of her own merit makes her way 27 Baseball, 72- 1 23 Swimming. 73 [ lockey, ' 22-73 Tennis Singles, 72-73 Tennis Doubles, 72-73 Dramatics, 73 ( )ptima3 23-75 Vice- President Athletic Association, 75 White Class The man is the richest whose pleasures arc the Cheapest 28 Jinm.AM Gibbons Buddie San Srancisco, California Two Years Dramatics, ’25 Choral Club. ’2 I -’25 Choir, ’24-25 Swimming, ' 24 Goodness is the only investment that never fails 29 Julia Hash “Bos Milwaukee, Wisconsin Five Years Yellow Class Choral Club, ’2U22- ' 2$ Choir, ’21-22-25 Walking Club, ' 25 Director of Domestic Science, ' 24 Treasurer of Lend -a- Hand, ’25 ' ‘Only he is greatly related to mankind, who has all mankind for his friend 30 £ . Ht.-r.DA I-Iayssrn “Hmf M 1 1 wan kee , W i scon si n Tzi’o Years Walking Club, ' 25 “You must hare a gen ins for charity as zeel I as for anything else’’ 31 « Patricia Hkai.y ' ■Pat Ogclgn, Utah Three Years President of W alking Club, ' 2 5 Walking Club, ’24 ’25 White Class French Club, ' 25 Dramatics, ' 24-’25 Commencement Play, 24 Choral Club, ’24-’25 Choir. ’24-’25 Such humor as distils from blessed ijods ' f 32 Frances Hkckert “Fran’ Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Two Years Cheer Leader, ' 24 French Club, ’25 Dramatics, ' 25 I I a r( arkt H i-;c k e: k t Mar jy Pittsburgh Pennsylvania Two Years Cheer I .eader, ’24 Swimming, ! 24 “It is very admirable to possess an artistic soul 34 Maxi n k Jen kins “Max Fairmont, West Virginia Three Years White Class Dramatics, f 23-’24-’25 Commencement Play President of Lend-a-Hand Society, ‘25 Treasurer of Board of Directors of Domestic Science, ' 24 “ order to do great things, one must be enthusiastic 35 Gladys Karel Glad die Mil vvau kee . V i scons in Two Years Dramatics, ’24 Commencement Play, ' 24 Walking- Club, ' 25 he language of friendship is not words, hul meanings. !l is an intelligence above language ' ' 36 Rut it Martin “P unk” M el rose , M assac h use 1 1 s Two Years Optima. ‘24-‘25 Choral Club, ' 24- ’25 Choir, ’24-’25 Advertising’ Manager of Cupola, ' 25 Basketball, ’24-’25 ' Dramatics, ’24- ’2 5 Her voice was propertied as all the tuned spheres” y? % 9 1 1 i;r e n i ce M a x w ell “Beanie” Kansas City, Missouri Two Years Editor-m-Chief of Cupola, 25 Literary Editor of Cupula, ' 24 Basketball, ' 24- ' 25 French Club, ' 24 Dramatics, , 24- , 25 Commencement Flay, ’24 Choral Club, ’24-’25‘ Optima, ’24 25 Choir, , 24- , |5 J Tighest Scholastic Average, ' 24 Secretary -Treasurer of Glee Club, T 25 Toa stm i st re s s J u n i or ] ia n q u e t , ' 24 L 9_ J tUjL. j J “I have no sceptre, but I hare a pen 38 Mary Morton “Mortic” Oakland, Cali f ornia Two Years Secretary of French Club, ' 25 Optima, ’24025 Treasurer of Junior Class, ' 24 Secretary of Senior Class, ' 25 Basketball, ’24-’25 Dramatics, ’24 French Club, ’25 Art Editor of Cupola, ' 25 “All passes. Art alone enduring stays to us 39 “Betty” Omaha, Nebraska Four Years Optima, ' 23- ' 24- ' 25 President of Optima, ’25 Walking Club, ’23-’24-’25 Secretary and Treasurer Walking Club, ’24 Choral Club. ’24 ’25 Choir, ’24-25 French Club, ’25 Yellow Class Recording Secretary of M. V. S. Society, ’24-’25 Common sense is the yen ins of our aye ” -10 Josephine Pease Joe Hinsdale, Illinois Two Years General Manager of Basketball, ‘25 General Manager of Swimming, ’25 To be away when one loirs is tori lire 41 Grace Poole “Little Poole” Kansas City, Missouri Dramatics 2 5 ' ll 7 hat a man docs t compared with what he is, is but a small part” 42 Tzvo Years Basketball, ’24 Dramatics, ’24-25 Commencement Play, ’25 Swimming, ’24 Walking Club, ’25 Fricu dsh ip’s ill e secret of th e tin i verse” 43 Harriet Snider “Hatty” Pasadena, Cal i £ urn i a Two Years Optima, ’24-25 French Club, ’24 -’25 Walking Club. ’24-25 Choral Club, ’24- ’2 5 Choir, ’24 Swimming, J 24 “Merit and good breeding will make their way everywhere ” 44 Mary Straciiax Struck” J Brunswick, Georgia Six ) cars Optima. ' 25 President of Senior Class, 25 President of Yellow Class, ' 23 Vice-President Junior Class, ' 24 Dramatics, T 23- ' 24-’25 Basketball, 20- f 2W 22- 23- 25 Bas eball, , 20- , 2l- ' 22- ' 23 Swimming, 22-23 Director of Domestic Science, ’24 President of Directors of Domestic Science, 24 Editor of Cupola, ’23- ' 24 Athletic Association, ' 24 Yellow Class Truth is beauty, and beauty truth, th t ' s all you know on earth and all you need to know 45 I Iowa ru V room ax Kansas City, Missouri Two Years Dramatics, ' 25 ‘ ' Silence is like the perfected herald of joy 46 Helen Young “H elite? Little Rock, Arkansas Three Years Optima, ’24-25 Dramatics, ’24-25 Ralball, ’23 Yellow Class Treasurer Senior Class Assistant Editor Cupola. ' 25 Most Arts require long study and application; but the most useful of all, that, of pleasing, only the desire” 47 SCHOOL CALENDAR FOR THE YEAR 1924-1025 Tuesday, September 30 — Arrival of Students Saturday, October 1 1 — Senior House-warming Friday, October 17 — Political Rally Friday, October 24— Elizabeth Drew on Jane Austen’’ Saturday, ( )ctober 25— Senior ( )ne-Act Plays Friday, October 31— Hallowe’en Wednesday, November 5 — -Founder’s Day Sunday. November 2— Mrs. 11 rosins’ Harp Recital Friday, November 14 — Charles W. Furlong on Argentina an Explorations in Patagonia” Sunday, November 1.6- —Mr. C. C. Long, Siereoptican Lecture Thursday. December 4— Miss Ball ' s Recital Saturday, December 6 — Senior Play Sunday, December 14 — Musieale Tuesday. December 16 — Christinas Party Friday, February 6— Edgar C. Raine on Alaska” Satin ' da) ' , February 14 — -Valentine Party Thursday, February 19 — -Friends’ Sid well Basketball Game vs M. V. S. Monday, February 23 — Junior Play Saturday. March 14 — Yellow and White Plays Sunday, March 1 5 — Chevron Service Friday, March 20 — Swimming Meet Sunday, March 22 — Musieale Friday, April 24 — Senior Essay Day Thursday, April 30 — Junior Banquet Wednesday, May 27 — Commencement -18 THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER Unknown soldier lying there Among all the countless identified graves, Arc you lonely? Have any of your loved ones Ueen looking ' at your Hat, gray tomb Unconscious of who you are? Perhaps your own wife . . . I las passed by and thought, Poor unclaimed boy, where was your home? Who loved you? Who took care of you?” Again, your Mother might have seen. With tear-stained eyes, The unmarked grave And wondered Harriet Snider. ■19 Prcsid cut Vice-Presidcn t S ecretary- — T rcasurer- — — Ann Abrahams Elizabeth Bennett Florence Birch Alice Campbell Marjorie Cox Blanche Daggett Elizabeth Davison Gather i n e De Arm a nd CLASS OFFICERS Mary Louise Gal t I Lyuline Gaut Eleanor Haigh Eleanor Hayden Virginia Kaufman Dorothy Koenig Eleanor Marsh Pauline Meyer Esther Millett E LIZ A B ET II Da V I S O N __ -Elizabeth Bennett Helen R a y n o j i ROL I N E S V K E N E Y Esther Myers Helen Raynor Grace Rues haw Mary Searles Caroline Sweeney F lore n c e Woodard Anne Young Ren ate Zimmers cy % 51 WHITE CLASS Class Mother M i ss Edith Denison Cook CLASS OFFICERS Mary E. Cunningham Fay P res id cut V i c e- P res ideal Secretaries Treasurer - Jean Barker Sue Bfxkwjth Marion Bentley Della Bos worth I Farr let Brady Fay Brigham F R A N C ES C O C R O F T Jane Corw in Isabel Creed Mary E. Cunningham M ARGAR i:t Da w es Mary Dawes May Dunlap I ) EBORA 1 1 F R EDE RICKS R v T 1 1 G ILDERSLEEVE Louise Gordon P R I SC I LLA H JG I N HOT H A M Alice Kimball An nett Kirk J A N ET i L AC DO N A LD . f A R J O R Y M A LLORY Barbara Metz Margaret Morrow Helen Murdoch Barbeau Myers —Mary Louise Succop Brigham, Jean Barker Harriet Brady La ur a N e w b i t rger Mary Ann Peacock Marjorie Pilson Mary Pope Mary J. Quilhot Elizabeth Roberts Alice Robinson Eleanor Rowe Mary Louise Succor Mary L, Upperci: Ann Wilcox son Mary Woolfolk 53 YELLOW CLASS Class Mother Miss Harriet B + Walker CLASS OFFICERS President- __ — ___ Elizabeth Council y ce - President _ — Genevieve Stewart Secretary — — -____„____Mildked Jones Treasurer __ — Helen J Iqpper Louise A ldrich Anne Gray M a rt h a Lew is Katherine Archibald Mary E. Harwood Eleanor Linn Lucy Armstrong Mary Hayward Meredith Lockhart Eugenie Bournique Anne Hearne Virginia Martindale 9 Miranda Boyd Marguerite Herrick Danna Merts Peggy Buck Shirley Hobbins Eleanor Miller Elizabeth Council Helen Hopper Jane Reilly Harriet Comings Marie Horst Miriam Robertson Margaret Denton Elizabeth Huntington Betty-Wynn Rugee Emily Evatt Margaret Jefferey Genevieve Stewart Kathryn Ferguson Mildred Jones Eleanor Voorhees Idalia Fratt Nan Kolbe Virginia Watts 55 CLOUDS Above the golden ramparts. Across the heaven ' s gray, Trailing, sailing, drifting. Across the blue they play. Sad and white and dreary, Filling the leaden sky, Drifting, sailing, trailing They separate and die. Horn again at sunrise. They shift throughout the day Until again at vespers They vanish quite away. Made golden by the sunlight, They float beyond the sea. An infinite rank of nothing, Into eternity. U 1 1 wa ve ring! y cm w 1 1 r I In never-endirtg shrouds. And so, go on forever, Clouds, Clouds, Clouds ! Peggy Jef jockey. FOG )h, murky-fingered spectre, whose long arms I Aive lop all in hazy, deathlike shroud That hides your secret, fascinating charms. You seem to beckon and to call aloud The trees and houses, shadowy of shape, This misty menace captures and conceals hde twinkling, sparkling through your covering cape The street lights flicker faint but half revealed A monster silent, knowing all, you lie And cast o’er all your ever-brooding breath. Completely you envelop earth and skv ; Respecting none, you seize on all — like death. Oh, filmy fog. above all space you crowd ; No earthly thing can raise your hazy cloud. Grit ace Poole. 56 “WORDS, WORDS, WORDS’’ A Ox k- Act Play by Alice Virginia Caw v bell Based on the Proverb A Fool ' s Mouth Is His Destruction CAST: Mrs, Adams A Social Climber Anne Adams Her Daughter The Stranger Marie The Maid Time: The present, an early summer morning. Place: The sun room of Mrs. Adam’s very modern home. Note: All scenery, costumes, etc., conform entirely to a black and white color scheme. i Mrs. Adams’ sun room is a comparatively small one overlooking the gardens. There are three entrances, U. K., leading to rear of house ; 1... leading to drawing room and front door; and £., hack, French windows opening on a small balcony which leads down to the gardens. Through the iron railing of the balcony may lie seen the gardens hounded by a high I nick wall. The room is furnished in black wicker furniture upholstered in black and white striped material. The walls are white, adorned by two silhouettes hanging on either side of the French windows which are draped in sheer black curtains. The floor is of large black and white tiles. A petite, brunette maid enters, dusts carelessly for a tew moments, then picks up a magazine and seats herself comfortably on the couch, R. C. The telephone, on a small table beside the large armchair L. C, rings several times before she answers). 58 PROLOGUE (Two pages, blonde and brunette, dressed in black and white, ap- pear in front of the curtain, L. and R., and upon reaching C., bow and repeat in unison) : Pages: Good evening to you, one and all. Most welcome to our festal hall. There ’re some among you, dark and stern. Who’ll judge our wit, and perchance spurn The thing we’ll do; but to the rest Mayhap some laugh, or fun, or jest May come. Whate’er befall this play, It ' s been much fun, and so we say. The play’s the thing” wherein to catch The Junior-Senior brains, and match. Some proverbs may be old and trite. But we’ve one here for you tonight Which we have tried to modernize And by it bag the contest prize. A mother, daughter, gold, and hope To climb, someday, the social rope; A butler hired and on his way; A poet calls the self-same day ! But black is black and white is white And fools are fools whate’er their plight. (They bow and draw back the curtains) M uric ( over ’ phone ) : fl el 1 o. Yes, this is Mrs. Adims’ resi deuce. Yes, she is in, I think — (Enter Mrs. Adams, L. She is excellently groomed, garbed in an ultra-modish black gown which accentuates her white hair and rather youthful features). One moment, please. The employment bureau is calling ma’am. 59 Mrs. Adams: Please tell Miss Anne I ' d like to see her here, Mrs. Adams speaking — you have a butler Forme. Good references? Who? Oh, yes, I see. Two years abroad, you say ? Umhuh. How soon is he prepared to come? He ' s on his way out now? Yes, we do need Him badly. Yes — splendid. That’s right. Good-bye. (During this conversation Anne has entered, R. She is a tall, slender brunette, gowned in a white sport frock). To Anne: Well, luck is with us today, Anne dear. The employment bureau called to say a man Who serv ed two years at Lord St. John ' s is on IPs wav out here. Anne: Oh no — not really? Relief ! Will he arrive in time to be On duty when Mr. Monk comes? What Mrs. . I dams: Well, no— Jlut he at least can show him out, and if We can but keep young Monk for lunch — Now, Anne, Remember, this will mean a lot to us. We simply must win him to us — it all depends On you. . I nnc (petulantly ) : ell, I should think that anyone Could be captured for five thousand dollars. Til do my best, but don ' t forget. Mother, 1 hat 1 ve never even seen the man before. Do please leave me alone with him. 1 1 will Pe so much easier to vamp him then. 60 Mrs. Adams: Five thousand is a large amount, but dear, It will. I’m sure, open a way for us to meet And learn to know much better people Who form the clique to which we simply must Gain entree. The women who make or mar Our standing in society, which we’ve Worked so hard to gain and have not as yet Attained, are interested in it, dear. This Baldhead Poet’s Compensation Fund Is all the rage right now; most everyone Who is worth while is giving something to it. Jt takes rive thousand dollars to become A patron, but if it will accomplish What we wish for, why, I think, it ' s worth it. Anne: Yes, but what has this poet man to do with it? He need not have the bald man’s usual fear Of wand’ring breeze, or sun’s hot ray that seeks Some unprotected thatch on which to light. For I’ve heard all the women rave about His gorgeous auburn hair. He cannot need The money, for it’s simply being thrust Upon him now. His verse, alone, is at A premium, and he’s always giving Talks and things on poetry. Mrs. Adams: But it was He who thought of starting it, you see, dear. Then all the women took it up — Mrs. De Fancy Smythe is president of the board — And only the best people are in it. As you say, Anne, they are all mad about This Audrey Monk. 1 have never seen him Either, but, from all I hear, he must be A genius — so different, you know. They say 61 He is so bashful, very seldom talks, And then, reluctantly. I was so glad When he suggested he call himself and Get the check. It was just what I had been Hoping for, but, not knowing him, I feared To suggest it. Oh, Anne, if we make a Favorable impression on him this Morning he may come to our dinner ! Of Course, you are the one in whom he will be Interested the most, if you’ll just play Up to him — why, then — A ime: But, Mother, what would One say to a poet, especially one As popular as lie? He’ll know, as soon As 1 begin to speak, that poetry And I have not a thing in common, and he Won’t be interested in anything Save that. Mrs. Adams: Oh yes be will. When the time comes You ' ll think of the right thing to say. Just draw Him on to talk about himself ; you know Men love nothing better. You can do it Anne — Just think what it will mean to us and — ( A very ordinary young man, quietly dressed, appears at French windows) Man: I beg pardon, is this the Adams’ home? I have an appointment with Mrs. Ad — Mrs. Adams: This is indeed the Adams’ home, and I Am Mrs. Adams — you are Mr. Monk Of course. How jolly informal of you To drop in on us this way. Do come in. 62 (Takes him by the arm and leads him forward) Anne, dear, the famous Mr, Monk has come To call. My d augh t er — M r , Mon k . You’ll find In her a kindred spirit, I am sure. She’s very literary and simply Dotes on poetry. Man: But you — I— wait a — Anne (coming forward ) : This is such a pleasure, Mr. Monk, To have you here amidst the quietness Of our little place away from all the Ilubhub which must try your very soul. 1 have so longed to meet the author of “Black Specks” for I felt sure that he, at least, Would understand the song, so beautiful. That ever thrills within my soul, but which As yet has been suppressed because I— well — Mrs. Adams: Anne, dear, you and Mr. Monk amuse Yourselves while I just run upstairs and write That check. (Starts to leave) Why not show our guest the gardens? Anne: Don’t hurry, Mother dear, we understand. (Exit Mrs. Adams, R.) Dear Mother’s such a busy person, so Capable and business like, while I am Just the opposite. ( Sighs ) Man: Anne: Miss Anne, I’d like to — The gardens, of course. I knew you’d love them Altho’ you ' ve had but a tiny glimpse. (Goes to window and poses herself ) 63 Come, let ' s stand here and observe before W e lose the glorious whole in musing On the part. Have you before seen skies Like those? What was that line that Shelley wrote? Ah, yes — “Like pageantry of mist on an Autumnal stream. — “That tree at night with a Bright star above it ! Small wonder that my soul Leaps up and clamors to be free. Ah-h-h But tell me. please, of your great gi ft. I am Ashamed so to have wandered, it must sound to You, so childish. Man: Why, no indeed. I’m quite Enraptured with it all. — But. really, you — A, ime: Ah, please don’t jest with me. If you but knew How much one mite of understanding means! I’ve felt the call, tiie spark divine, and yet, Somehow, my craft lacked aim. It seems to stand “As idle as a painted ship upon a painted Ocean.” ( Looks at him from time to time to see if she is impress- ing him ) 1 longed for some more subtle mind That could, with tender touch and true, probe far Within my secret heart and recognize Its song. I’ve felt as tho in ages past, L ! had the boon 1 craved, and when I read Your poignant lines. ! knew you’d comprehend. (Mrs. Adams enters, K. — Anne, unseen by Man, waves her back } But let ' s go out. and, as we stroll along, You ' ll tell me of your dreams and hopes while t Shall quench my thirst at the clear fount that pours such Unction on a wounded, bleeding world. ( Exeunt by French windows. Mrs. Adams walks to win- flow, sighs happily, and then pulls bell-cord. Enter Marie) 64 Mrs. Adams: Marie, I’m expecting a butler soon. Please let me know when he arrives — so 1 Can interview him. He should be here now. We’ll have lunch served for three; Mr. Monk may Stay. That ' s all — don’t forget about the man. ( Kxit Marie, R, Mrs. Adams sits in armchair and picks up magazine. Voices off-stage — enter Anne and Man arguing) Anne: But why come back into the house so soon? 1 thought — M an : You see. Miss Anne, you’ve made- — - Mrs. Adams: Mr. Monk, have you been setting Anne a whirl? I know by her rapt face, you have. How sweet Of you to give us this part of your Most precious time. You must remain and have A bite with us. Man: I fear 1 can’t. You see, I’ve stayed too long already and you might Withdraw your hospitality were 1 to Linger on. An ue: Must not go. Why not at alb You simply Mrs. Adams: Anne, maybe Mr, Monk has Made different arrangements and will return To us some other time. Next Monday night, The Smythes, the Byrnes, the C a 1 h on n -Gr een e s Are dining here with us ; we’d be delighted If you would join us too. 65 Man (bowing): With joy, madam. Mrs. si dams: How nice! We’ll have a quiet evening, and Perhaps you’ll give us just a small idea Of how you feel about your work? Man (bowing); Madam, Put I must hurry on — I — you — With joy, M rs. Adams ( rising ) : The check, of course, 1 have it here. It’s such a small amount and yet. I hope that it may help a little though. Man (looking at check): )h yes, it will : I can’t Express my thanks to you, but I must go. Good-bye. (Starts to leave) . I line: Have you a car, Mr. Monk? If Not, Henri can drive you in. M rs. . I dams: Yes, of course ; How stupid of me. Come, we ' ll go into The other room. He’ll have the car around At once. (Mrs. Adams takes the Man by the arm, and all exeunt, L, talking) (Phone rings — Marie enters, R.) Marie: Hello. Yes, sir. One moment please. ( Goes to door, I .. ) The phone. Mrs. Adams. (Enter Mrs. Adams, L. — goes to phone) 66 Mrs. Adams: Hello. Yes this Is she. I ' m sorry but I did not hear The name. What ? Who? Audrey Monk, you say? llut— but — (Looking towards exit. L. ) I do not understand — you won ' t Be able to come out ? Why you — si mic (family from outside): Good-bye, ( Door slams off-stage ) Mrs. Adams: The check mailed to your home? Oh yes — all right. (Hangs up— -rushes to door, L. ) Anne — wait — wait ! Oh stop him — stop him ! (Enter Anne, L. ) A nnc : Mother What is wrong with you ? Tell me, please. Mrs. Adams ( pacing floor) : Anne — Anne — - Oh that man — -! Mr, Monk just ' phoned me and We’re tricked ! The thief ! Oh can’t we stop him, Anne? Oh Anne — Anne- — - ! ( Phone rings meanwhile. Enter Marie, R, and answers) Marie: Hello, yes, this is Mrs. Adams’ residence. Yes, she is in, 1 think— one moment please. The employment bureau is calling ma ' am. Mrs. Adams: Oh, tell them I — no, wait — (Goes to phone) Yes? You what? Dull-witted? Send him back? Don ' t hire him? Oh — 67 J wish I had him here to send him back ! (She drops tire receiver and turns to Anne, who is stand- ing ' in utter bewilderment ) That man who just left here ' s the butler, and They urge me not to hire him, but send him Back. He ' s a kleptomaniac — Five thousand Dollars ! — -Oh Anne — Curtain. EPILOGUE (The two Pages reappear and repeat in unison) And so it goes ; the thing is done, And by it we have lost or won. The proverb ' s name you must have guessed, But just for help, we might suggest — “A fool ' s mouth is her surest fall” — Good -n i gh t t o one. Good -nigh t to. all. FINIS THE GIRL WHO WORE SPORT SHOES I REMEMBER dis tinctly hearing him say that the most essential thing in a woman’s character was her footwear. We were having a round of golf at Flintridge and had stopped to rest a bit between holes. It was at this ninth tee, as I remember, that he stood clean against the sky, gazed off into the valley, and made that remark about women’s feet. Rather a remarkable tee that — a straight drive down an eighty-loot cliff into the valley below. It is quite the pride of the club, but to this day I have not been able to discover what it was that he saw in the oak dotted valley to call forth this thought of feet. To my eyes it was much as it always was on warm summer days, green and hazy with the dense shadows of the oaks, and the dull gleam of the refreshing ollas secreted in their houghs, and the few straggling devotees of the game in their violent hues and staring whites. A picture in which an artist of 68 the new school might find inspiration for one of these blotchy appari- tions that would be exhibited tinder the inscription Sea Winds” to be admired by long-haired men and short-haired women who would show not the least trepidation over the fact that, if there was any wind at all, it would be from the mountains rather than the ocean. But I defy even the artist that conceived this title to find any suggestion of women’s footwear in this peaceful valley. Of course my experience is but limited, but certainly peace and ladies’ shoes are the last things which associate themselves in my mind. Not so, however, with Wentworth Vance, for there he stood, and made his remark, and continued to stand as though quite unaware of the jolt he had given us by interrupting our discussion of the use of mid-irons and niashies with such a commentary on the character of women. 1 do not remember just what reply we made, but we did not rest much longer. It was as though an alien thought had jarred upon us, and so we rose, and each in his turn drove down into the valley. The path is steep that leads down the cliff, and we loitered along our way, Vance a little ahead striding on in that tall way he has when he is considering some serious subject, his head bent, and his eyes melted a bit from their customary keenness. I have often thought that Went- worth Vance had the keenest eyes and the kindest 1 have ever come to know. They are frozen, frosty blue and gleam strongly from his tanned face and underneath his unruly sunburnt hair. We found our balls and went on. Vance and Ted Rust are both scratch men, and so made more headway than old Louis and myself. 1 was digging out of a sand hazard, with some difficulty, when I heard a feminine voice call “Fore!”, the peculiar swish, skizz of a well lofted ball passing over my head, and then a yell from Ted and a moan from Vance. I climbed up out the hazard and ran in their direction. Vance lay on the earth with Ted doing a species of war dance around him; Rust is noted for his helplessness in cases of emergency. 1 was not in the least sur- prised, but shooed him away in search of water. Vance lay still, his eyes open, a trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly he plucked at my knee. I saw that he wished to say something and, leaning nearer, heard him mumbling. At first I did not understand, so low was his speech, and then like a flash of lightning on a dark night 1 knew. 69 “What exquisite sport shoes,’’ said Wentworth Vance as he slipped away into unconsciousness. I followed the direction in which that last knowing look had been sent. There, in the grass, were feet and silken ankles topped by a short, a very short, skirt and an odd multi-colored sweater, and above these was the laughing, wistful face of the youthful would-be murderess of Wentworth Vance. I remember, vaguely, thinking that she was laugh- ing because she so wished to cry, but 1 bad no time for much contempla- tion on the subject for I saw Ted Rust coming with an olla. Before I turned away, however, I had one more look at the sport shoes. Tfiev were white, of a very sporty cut like well tailored roadsters. Their trim lines were of hard battleship grey, and they had two slim hoodlines across the toes: pliant laces of braided leather ran through steel eyelets terminated in long, impudent, racy bows; on one was an odd stain — the stain of grease from a car. These were the sport shoes that had so caught the fancy of Wentworth Vance. Now, you must understand that Wentworth Vance is a most privi- leged character in the small group to which he has attached himself. We accept his eccentricities as a part of him and think nothing of them, but even we, who know him best, were a little disturbed by the period that followed his accident. Physically he was none the worse for his brief contact with the golf ball, but be fell into such a state of gloomi- ness as to worry us all. On meeting him at the Biltmore one day T broached the subject to him. “It is not that I mean to he inquisitive,” 1 said, “but we have all noticed, ' fed and Louis and I, that you’ve not been quite the same since your mishap on the links.” He looked hard at me with hi s frosty eyes, and then he smiled and flung an affectionate arm around my shoulders. “Good old Jett — 1 am a bit off, and you old tars have noticed it. V onder what you’d think if you knew what it was that’s getting me down so?” He stopped, gave me a quizzical look, and then drew me over to the window. “IPs those sport shoes,” he whispered. “They haunt me.” This much of the facts I tell at first hand, the remainder is as Vance told it to me one day last fall as we sat in front of the blazing logs of his 70 hunting lodge. 1 had drawn my chair back a bit, the heat being too great, and I saw Vance silhouetted against the fire much as on that other day he had been silhouetted against the sky. He had a pipe in his hand, and a dog lay at his feet. It was Vance who recalled the matter; just why l could not tell, nor did I even try — for long ago I discovered the futility of explaining the moods of Wentworth Vance. Jt seems that for long he frequented all places where sport shoes were apt to make an appearance, but it was in vain. He could find no trace of those of his dreams. At last he gave it up; that is, he gave it up with his mind, but in his heart there still lurked a hope. “It was this hope,” he told me, “that led me to accept the week-end invitation for Pebble-Beach which Mr. Langley so kindly proffered. Either the hope or premonition.” Jasmine Trent sat in the middle of one of the bedrooms of the Del Monte Hotel with tears in her eyes. They were tears of sorrow, not of rage; do not mistake them. About her in all directions spread a con fusion of laces, silks and furs; all manners of feminine absurdities spilling from suitcases, coatcases, hat boxes, and travelling bags. In fact, all the delights of a woman’s heart, with but one exception, were spread about that room. There were no shoes. A trim, black f rocked maid stood near in sympathetic silence, while the inquisitive foot of her young mistress kicked about in the melange as though it had some vague hope of making a discovery there. “Rosing, don’t stand there and look stupid; do something. Oh what a plight to be in,” and Jasmine caught up a lilac colored chemise to dry her eyes. “Mrs. Fleming might be able to offer some suggestion, Miss,” answered the attentive Rosing. “Moira! — oh what can Moira do? But fetch her anyway, Rosing — woe is me to be in such a mess,” and the tears ran down her peach petal cheeks, and the lilac chemise was once more put to use. “Jasmine Trent ! how very like you to have lost all your shoes, and to sit weeping in the middle of a scandalous confusion making use of lilac colored lingerie instead of a handkerchief, while sitting in the lobby, waiting for unworthy you, is the pet of the polo world.” Jasmine raised her teary eyes to encounter the energetic form of Moira Fleming. There was never such an energetic woman as Moira. 71 She radiates it in an overpowering degree. After having spent the even- ing in her company I have the feeling of being a small pebble caught in a mighty wave and then left stranded on a foreign beach — very lonely and inert. This is rather the feeling that must have swept over Jasmine as she looked at the towering figure bent over her. “Let him wait ! she said sullenly, and then she wept some more. Moira poked in the riotous conglomeration on the door and drew forth a shoe — “Wear these,” said Moira. “They’re sport,” said Jasmine. “No matter,” said Moira. And so the thing was settled. Wentworth Vance did not care to dance. It was not that he did not like dancing — for he did, hut on this particular moonlit night he did not care to dance. Still etiquette demanded it, and so he danced first with one, then with another. 1 t was while he was dancing with a certain blond lady that the thing happened. Just how, he could not tell. “For,” said Vance to me on that autumn day, “One minute 1 was wondering how a stately fair woman could put me at such a low mental ebb, and the next I lay prone on that gleaming parquet floor while there, before my eyes, were such exquisite sport shoes — white, of a very sporty cut like well tailored roadsters, ' [ ' heir trim lines were of hard, battleship grey, and they had two slim lioodlines across the toes; pliant laces of braided leather ran through steel eyelets terminating in long, impudent, racy hows; on one was an odd stain — the stain of grease from a car. It was that grease that made me sure.” Young Itircham told me of what ensued. There lay Wentworth Vance on that shining floor, his hair mussed, but his hair is always mussed, for that matter, gazing after a pair of white sport shoes, 1 tried to help him up.” Bircham told me, “but he refused to be helped. ‘No,’ said he, and there he lay with his frozen, frosty blue eyes looking after some one’s feet. It was only when the manager came to him, and told him that it was of the greatest necessity that he should move, that he slowly picked up his lanky body and, as a man in a dream, followed the sport shoes of Jasmine Trent through the crowd.” Ann Abrahams. 72 BEING GOOD I F a girl is said to be a “good girl,” you never know what is meant by that phrase unless you take into consideration the character of the individual who has committed himself. If a fond mother says her Mary Jane is a “good girl, think nothing of it, for it merely means that Mary Jane obeys her mother slightly, and has done nothing, so far, to disgrace herself or her family — at least to her mother ' s knowl- edge. Daughters’ conduct is usually the main topic of conversation at bridges and teas among the mothers. Whatever a mother may say about her children, when making conversation, she usually winds up with, “However, with all her faults, she’s a good girl.” With a father it is different. He overlooks all Mary Jane’s faults, and in his heart thinks she is the best daughter in the world; not good, in the sense of character, or even, perhaps, of appearance, but good, in his eyes, because she is one who flatters and cajoles him and twists him around her little finger. When a hoy exclaims enthusiastically, “Mary Jane? Is she good? Oh Bo-o o-oy !” the other hoys crowd to be introduced. They rush her on the dance floor, and keep her telephone busy night and day in an attempt to make dates, for “good” in their eyes means a good-looking girl, with a good line,” who is a good dancer, and what they term a “good sport — one who is ready for any piece of mischief that will pro- duce a thrill. However, whether Mary Jane is really good, remains to be seen, for. if her own girl friends cannot say she is, then all 1 he other opinions matter little or nothing. But if she is so lucky as to be judged “good” by her own sex, who are usually rather pitiless in criticising fellow members, it is a high compliment. It means that her character is good, and her ideals high; that she is fair and square, lovable and loving, un- selfish and fine clear through. Harriet Brady. 73 PROLOGUE WRITTEN FOR THE WHITE CLASS PLAY Oh, Life’s a strange, perplexing whirl — now Joy, Now Laughter, and then — tears. And Tragedy Has ever been, in books, a favorite theme. The Columbine you read of always loves The gay and dashing Harlequin, while Clown, His painted face and comic tricks despised, Hides buried in his heart a lasting grief. Poor heart! poor aching heart, o’er which the feet Of Columbine trip blithely — unaware. And though sweet Columbines have danced down through The Pages of Romance with .Harlequins, Tonight, we tell another tale, and show Another side of life, perhaps more true, Yet who can tell ? Judge for yourselves ; pay heed ! And we’ll reveal the nobleness of clown. Isabel Creed. BORES B ORES — what a subject, it suggests boars, the animals; bores, the tools— and last, but far from least, bores, the people. The more I think, the surer 1 am, that the noun bores, signify- ing stupid, monotonous individuals, has originated in a com- bination ol both the animal and the instrument . For does not the animal, “boar, resemble a wild creature whose most significant trait is greed? So is a b-o-r-e similar to a b-o-a-r, for he feeds himself con- tinuously on the fruits of his own accomplishments, and carries on a most greedy conversation in that way with anyone whom lie encounters. A boring person makes me think also of a large, fat quadruped, because he is usually a slow, ponderous, dull-witted conversationalist, possessing a hard, metallic surface into which you attempt vainly to hammer your point, 1 01 as soon as youi idea makes a dent on his brain, it springs out again, leaving no impression whatsoever. The name “bore” as applied to a person, has also the characteristics of a “bore” the tool, for his stupidity buzzing at your brain gets closer and closer to your nerve, just 74 as the dentist’s instrument drills and drills on your tooth. This, I think, must be the reason I always feel as if I’m in for a siege at the dentist ' s when 1 find myself in company with an individual of the bore species. Therefore, as far as possible, I steer clear of people who are reputed to be in this class. However, there is one I can never avoid, as she is an acquaintance of Mother ' s. 1 wish sometimes that Mother were not such a patient, attentive audience because then, perhaps, this particular bore might not inflict her presence on our family so often. She is smug and selfish, and wishes only to chatter on steadily of hersel f , and her per- sonal interests, chief of which is her daughter, Helen. Helen is very brilliant in her lessons (as 1 have reason to believe), but sometimes 1 malignantly desire that her brain may burst with its rich overflowing, leaving nothing but a blank, so that she will have to be put in an insane asylum, for. as a rule, people aren’t so eager to talk of daughters who are crazy, for madness, like brilliancy, is usually considered an inheritance. However, my prayers have not been fulfilled as yet. and Helen still leads a brilliant career, and her mother still rejoices in it in monologues worthy of Browning himself, and T still dodge her whenever she comes to call, and continue to be deeply thankful that since I am no prodigy, my own mother will never be tempted to hold forth on my gifts. Harriet Brady. C THE USES AND ABUSES OF FAG WEEK [AND I DATES!” The command rang out, clear and sharp, across the gym- nasium, and affected the group assembled there much as a twelve-pounder, discharged under the same circumstances, might have done. No sooner had the word been uttered, than a disap- pearing flash of orange marked the hasty, but effective, exit of the Junior Class Mother. Fag Week had begun, and there were twenty- two unprotected girls, practically all of us new, and. I’m not exaggerat- ing, when T say that the gym seemed about as large as the Sahara, and Mary Strachan as merciless and inscrutable as the Sphinx. One could not say that we were wholly unwarned of the Damo- clesan sword which had been hanging over our heads from the moment our names had been entered on the Junior Class list at Mount Vernon 75 Seminary. Far from it. Those of us who were old girts well knew the time-honored custom which permits the Senior Class to use, abuse, and otherwise maltreat the defenceless members of the Junior Class for as long as they might desire. Other Juniors, knowing former M. Y. S, girls, had also heard what was in store for them, and so had the, prior to October 1st. total strangers. The last named girls had had Fag Week presented to them from ever) ' angle; as a cure for homesick ness, a means of making friends, and even as a stimulus to appetites which arc usually hearty, but sometimes wane under sudden passionate outbursts of filial devotion and longing for the otherwise seldom visited parental roof — which outbursts often mark the first week of school. So, as 1 said. Fag Week should not have come as a surprise to any of us; nevertheless, the Senior Class president ' s abrupt command caused twenty-two pairs oi knees to quake, and twenty-two hearts to skip a beat, and then pound furiously. Time is a great adjuster, however, and now that the bridge has been more or less successfully crossed, things appear somewhat differ- ently. However, one didn’t, in medias res, exactly appreciate all phases ol the game. For instance, it isn’t precisely my idea of supreme enjoy- ment to walk after the manner of a quadruped, or imitate the winged grace of a butterfly whenever one unfortunately and avoidably met, bumped into, or stumbled upon a member of the Senior Class. For three days we “carried on,” harried constantly by the diabolical inven- tions of the Senior mind. I say “Senior mind” because the entire thirty-two of them seemed to think and act as one, with but a single aim -the enhancing of Junior ridiculousness and misery. We capered and danced and sang, wrote embryo Hamlets” and ”Paradiso’s,” while our morning and evening performances bade fair to put I ielasco and ' Zieg- liekl out of business. We ate soup with a butter-spreader and, in an attempt to do this left-handed Iv. fed our laps instead of our mouths. With outward glee and gusto we devoured the exterior only of luscious, golden -centered eclairs and, in the most obliging manner possible, did everything between bites, from saying a nursery rhyme backwards, to assuming the chagrined expression of fly when “shooed” from a par- ticularly delectable crumb. Need it be explained then why we, unlike William of Hohenzollern, cherished the “scrap of paper” handed us at cock’s-crow on Friday 76 morning? No wonder we claimed it as our most precious possession, for it contained our honorable discharge from Senior servitude and an admission to the Junior Class as full-fledged members. In looking back upon Fag Week, I would say that two things are absolutely necessary to the candidates — a certain degree of ingenuity and an indomitable and never-failing sense of humor. Fag Week is fun— a great deal of fun, but like everything else it can be overdone. At times it seems rather stupid for girls our age to be acting in the special “Fag Week manner” but after all, ancient and wise as we are, it didn’t hurt us to play the down, and certainly it brought the Junior Class together as nothing else could have done. Personally, I enjoyed it immensely and. in spite of the evident discomforts and inconveniences entailed, I felt much more an M. V. S. girl after it was all over. Now Fm looking forward to next year when I ' ll be a Senior and may inflict my experience on some poor child who thinks that boarding-school is “roses, roses, all the way — “ITodie tibi, eras mi hi.” Alice Y. Cam pbei.l. UNI FORMS I HAVE never visited a prison or an orphan asylum but 1 have certain preconceived notions about both these institutions of which one is that their inmates are invariably clad in serge garments of a lugubrious hue — not in “clothes” or “suits but in “garments,” a word ’savoring of the condescending charity of Ladies’ Aid Societies which spend Thursday afternoons happily hemming shirts for the needy poor. The connection between a shirt and a uniform; may seem slight, but those who are familiar with both know it exists. Probably the wearing of uniforms originated in one of the oldest of institutions, Heaven. Nobody ever heard of an angel who was not garbed in toga-like garments of spotless white. Usually a well -equipped angel bears a lily or a harp in his hand as a symbol of purity or harmony. The wearing of chevrons in Mount Vernon Seminary corresponds to this custom. When we consider what illustrious people have worn uni- 77 forms, we should be thankful for this privilege. There were the monks and friars, and less austere, but equally important, the Knights of the Order of the Garter. To the latter, especially, we are closely allied since garters are a necessity in M. V. S. Seldom, if ever, are rosy knees to be $®en there. Devils, also, if we may judge from their pictures, wore uniforms which consisted of tights of a scarlet hue. But our garments are so much more like the raiment of the angels that there is no doubt that they are of celestial origin. Another advantage of the uniform is that it positively insures us against any entangling alliances such as love affairs. In a school which devotes itself to preparing young girls for a life of independence and a position equal, if not superior, to that of the opposite sex, it is obviously essential that its pupils should not be distracted from these high aims by the fond glances of their masculine friends. If a man is interested in a girl clothed in a Peter Thompson dress, it is safe to say that be is so engaged solely because of her superior mental qualities. This has proved such a successful method in M. V. S. that we feel assured that the practice of wearing uniforms will be extended to circles other than scholastic ones, in fact— to those of all high-minded females. A hint to debutantes ! Eliza bkth H u nti noton . -f THE HANDBOOK REVISED or The Etiquette of Observing Rules for The New Girls E VERY gild on entering M. V. S. is presented gently but firmly with the now famous “Students’ Handbook” wherein are set down rules for her behavior at school. Let us then repeat the already famous quotation, “Please turn to page No. 1,” which comprises : The etiquette of the rising-bell. Under the heading, “Daily Schedule,” are found the words, “Rising Bell — 7:00 A. M.” This statement is in itself false as the bell rings fifteen minutes before that 78 time, sometimes later, depending on Rudolph’s habits of life. It is not considered “com me il faut” to arise when it rings. This is a mistake that new girls often make. Most people find that, if they get up as the first bell rings, they will have time to reach the cloister before Betty starts to take roll. Of course those unfortunate enough to have hair long enough to require combing have to arise earlier. Those with bobbed hair have eradicated combing from their daily program — which may account for the many shingled cuts. Breakfast etiquette. There arc several rules of breakfast etiquette that it is well to observe. No true M. V. S. girl, who understands “the eternal fitness of things,” will enter the dining room until the last bell is ringing. There are several reasons for this: First, it gives her time to wait in the hallway to see her secret passion pass, and second, it creates a delightful melee in the hall ; at the same time giving the teachers the fun of shooing in the girls. Upon arriving at the table, it is well to sit as far as possible from the instructor for “absence makes the heart grow Under,” and, in sitting so far away, a girl will not have to ransack her brain for information it does not possess on subjects of international interest; also it is much easier to “look interested at a distance. Then, too, a girl can serve herself as much cereal as she likes, and later can leave the table at the earliest possible moment. If a member of M. V. S. is so unfortunate as to enter the dining room after the hell has rung, she should never say, ‘Tin very sorry I’m late, but should always offer a little rhyme or jingle as a substitute, and should practice taking deep breaths in case she is overcome with hilarity. The dining room dislikes being disturbed unless it can be amused. Etiquette and Tactics of the Classroom. Class etiquette depends, of course, on the class and understanding of one’s teacher. In Junior Literature class the tactics are immensely interesting, if you have forgotten to study the advance in “Paradise Lost,” sit in the back row. Miss Churchyard always asks than for the first part. If you are careless enough not to know the answer to a per- fectly simple question, and you feel that familiar, penetrating, chilling glance fall upon you, ask quickly and with childish naiveness, “Is Tf Winter Comes’ a classic ?” and your question will be received gladly, and discussed openly, and sometimes intelligently by your grateful class- mates. 79 French Class etiquette is somewhat above the grasp of the hoi- poloi, but any girl who can cultivate a low, piercing whisper and a daily knowledge of the lesson will easily find a deep and lasting place in the hearts of her classmates. If one would learn the whvs and wherefores of married life, or the philosophy of marriage, attend Senior Bible class, a great deal of interest is centered upon this subject by a few of our Seniors — one especially- — -but her future name eludes me. Etiquette of Exercise. The etiquette of afternoon exercise and that of excuses is so closely related that they may be treated as one. There are two general divisions of excuses, the ' ‘afternoon” and the “all day.” The “all day” such as “headache” or “a funny dizzy feeling when ! get up” are usually prevalent on Mondays. These might be termed “Biblical ailments.” The afternoon excuses vary from Dr. Little to Special Shopping. These are very easily fabricated, yet the technique is more difficult to attain, the same students are quite adept at them by now. Etiquette of Permissions. If a girl is so fortunate as to know an eligible young man who is brave enough to call upon her, one can hardly blame the hostess of the day and the girl for keeping him to themselves; but if, like Mary Welly, one can bring out five cadets at a time, the only charitable act is to invite one’s friends. In asking for extra shopping permissions remember that Miss Hempstead has an excellent memory, so vary the relatives whose present you “simply have to buy.” Also remember that the rain- iest weather cannot put a beautiful wave into straight hair in the course of a Saturday morning. Tardiness Etiquette. If tardy for roll call, simply slip quietly into line and say, “Miss Davis, you forgot to call my name.” Then trust to luck and Miss Davis ' love for you. If you are tardy at registration, always register surprise, despair and breathlessness when the registrar asks you why you are late. A wrist watch running on Western time is also a great asset. Etiquette of Lights Out. The lights out bell rings at ten usually, unless Rudolph becomes too engrossed in his latest novel that he is writing called “Why I Named M y 80 Daughter Pansy.” The only etiquette rules after the hell has rung are those on “How to get undressed modestly in the dark” and “What to use for tooth paste when one can not see.” In conclusion may we say that everyone following these simple suggestions will never be embarrassed by the queries, “What Should She Have; Said ?” or “What’s Wrong With This Picture?” Hortense Coyle. I MET a new kind of boy today. He was entirely different. He was very well and tastefully dressed, yet his shirt and necktie were without the usual loud stripes. He did not wear his hat at a rakish angle, nor did he have the rings of several girls on his watch chain. In fact, he did not so much as mention girls at all. He did not rave at length about the latest dance steps, nor did he attempt to teach them to me. He did not endeavor to describe the last big dance his fraternity gave, nor did he say what orchestra they had. He did not smoke cigarettes incessantly. He did not make love to me. He did not try to kiss me. He was so entirely different. He was two months old. Florence Birch. THE POPULAR GIRL E VERY girl has, at some time, tried to answer for herself the question, “What is it that makes a girl popular? and as she does so, she conies to the conclusion that, although there are many types of popularity, there are certain keys to the secret of each. There is the society girl who always has a good time with the boys at home, but who is sometimes found rather silly by other girls. Then there is the girl who is full of fun, who is talkative, a good sport, and personally attractive; and there is the type of girl who though vain and conceited is, yet, sometimes sought after by certain men. This poor little creatu re usually finds herself without attention when she finallv leaves home for boarding school; for when girls are with girls alone, they are often severe in their criticism of each other, and it is the above mentioned girl that other girls generally most dislike. To be popular at school, a girl must be her real self always — for affectation is quickly detected by her companions, and as quickly censored. If a girl is good- 81 natured, amiable, congenial, mixes with others easily, and has a sense of humor, she will always find a place for herself. Blit, above all, in order to be popular, a girl must be a good sport. By “good sport” 1 mean one who is a fair player and a good loser; one who is willing to take her share in the responsibility of affairs and lend an assisting ha nd in any work. When a girl goes to hoarding school she frequently makes the grave mistake of being too self-centered. She talks continually about herself, her friends, her family, her car, and her interests. If she does this, other girls are always bored and never fail to make fun of her because of her egoism, for who would not tire of such conversation? 1 f the girl is sensible, she learns this in time, and begins to be interested — at least conversationally, first in other people’s affairs, and next, in her own. Site learns to put herself in the other person ' s place, see her point of view, and sympathize with her ideas. Then there is the girl who is the real leader in school li fe. She must have strong will power, ability, and a sense of her responsibility; she must live up to her ideals, and have the strength of her convictions, even at the risk of temporary unpopularity. She will not stand alone long, however, if she does incur it, for the very fact that she stuck to her point will win friends to her. I f a leader is fond of sports, and can take a prominent place on the athletic field, she will be admired and looked up to that much more. Many popular girls arc not leaders of course, and, at the same time, all leaders are not popular. Only a few girls can he leaders, but every girl can be popular if she wishes to he so enough to think of others first, be fastidious about her person, and not lie pious or self-satisfied, or over -curious about the concerns of others. Em zap, exit Bennett. POSTURE CLASS I NEVER supposed I was the Venus de Milo or Aphrodite, Jr., but it was not until 1 came to Mount Vernon, and was annexed to the posture class that I learned the extent and variety of my physical inferiorities. I was one of the charter members of the group organized ostensibly for the advancement of beauty; in fact, if I remem- ber correctly, my name appeared second or third on the original list. 82 Whether this was due to alphabetical arrangement, or the extreme prominence of the aforementioned physical inferiorities, I have been unable to decide, but certain it is that whatever else I failed to make in the way of school activities, I was literally rushed into this particular fraternity. Now, after serving long and faithfully in the capacity of floor- mop, cartwheel, and other athletic accessories, 1 have been released, and once more enjoy an uninterrupted study hour. Far be it from me to waste the few feeble breaths remaining in me attempting an exposition of that Reign of Terror in twenty minutes which takes place every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. Memory, however, is a thing we can’t control and even now it is impossible for me to view the gym with any degree of composure. Its floor is hallowed by the bones broken and sprained thereon; its yellow, expressionless walls hide tales of hor- ror too awful to be told. I am perfectly aware that were 1 to describe some of the atrocities committed under the guise of “better posture my account would be met only with incredulity, or with humorous attention, though to any normal person with a grain of kindness in her make-up there is nothing remotely resembling comedy in seeing others suffer. And it is certainly suffering when one’s arms are swung in arcs until it would seem perfectly logical for them to sever all connections with the body and go sailing off into space. Is it not suffering to hold two dainty tons of lead, misnamed feet, suspended in mid-air for seven counts when, at the same time, each vertebra is being pulverized against the hard, hard-wood floor? Does it appeal to your sense of humor, 1 ask, to see one hundred and eighty pounds of dainty womanhood balanced perilously on the tip of the littlest Anger and the smallest toe while the said young woman is endeavoring to breathe with perfect diaphragmatic control ? Aye, the road to beauty is a hard one. Personally, 1 prefer to be round-shouldered, sway-backed, and knock-kneed rather than to resort to the heroic measures necessary to the correction of my natural defects. Alice Cambpell. 83 STARTLING STATISTICS S TATISTICS often are the easiest means by which a stranger may be made cognizant of interesting facts concerning the daily life at M. V. S. Such a list, if posted in a conspicuous place, might jar or even mar the reputation of this distinguished abode of, shall we say, learning? The expression “Thank you” comes very readily to the lips of the majority of us. It is not surprising when you consider that our tongue forms those syllables about forty-two hundred times a year. However, that is one place where economy can never be practiced successfully. When you run the water for your, we hope, daily bath, do vou realize how great an amount of H 2 0 it takes ? You need 48 gallons to a tub. However, people of generous proportions can get in less water than that and make it seem more than plenty, but, I diverge, 125 times 48 — pardon me, I forgot the faculty — oh! yes, and the servants which makes it 10 — equals 8.100 gallons used per day here. This amount varies of course. Very well -multiply that by the school year — which has 30 weeks, and you have 1 ,701 .000 gallons a year for baths alone, or 10.080 gallons per person a year. We should be clean. I shall let you estimate the total for dishes, laundry, etc., for yourself, especially when it takes only 26,000 gallons to (ill the pool. How man}’ handkerchiefs do you send weekly to the wash ? About 15, usually, isn ' t it? That makes about 1,500 sent weekly by the girls, alone, or 45,000 per year. Stockings average 15,000 pairs a year. The diningroom uses 150 napkins or more a day; 1.050 a week, and 31,000 a year. A chicken would have to work steadily for four and a half months to supply us with eggs for one breakfast— and then we turn them down. Poor chickens that might have been ! I presume you often wonder why your shoe bill is so high. It is not extraordinary when you realize that you walk 16,280 feet here a day, including the school walk, or 19 miles a week. Do you wonder why our fathers speak of hard times? Have you ever counted the number of rolls you eat in two years? Don ' t ! I beg of you. It is preposterous and, if such an amount were to he collected in a pile, a large bakery shop could be established, pro- 84 vided, however, that the rolls did not petrify absolutely beforehand, and fee mistaken for dinosaur’s eggs. To be brutally frank — counting two rolls to a lunch — one eats 840 rolls. This is average — those who eat, say three, twice a week, number 960. Considering the amount of nour- ishment gained from one roll, 1 should say that a good many of us should be more than “pleasantly plump,” but it is an astonishing fact that some people do not gain, no matter how much they may consume. When you ask for another slice of ice cream, do you realize that you average 90 slices a year, or all by yoursel f , nine complete molds ? I know of a few 125 slice girls ; not many, however. The chef here makes 1,350 molds of ice cream a year, or 3,700 quarts. Miss Cole in 10 years has cut 9,000 slices — do you wonder she is adept at it ! A slogan for health preservation at M. V. S., might be aptly that of “Count Your Kisses.” The total would lie quite a surprise to many of us, J am sure. Take for example Miss Pelletier, who in four years has given 3,700 osculations counting good-nights, hellos, and incidentals. Uniforms offer a rather interesting problem, or rather the most vital part of a uniform — its snaps. One averages snapping a uniform twice a day, or, more plainly, one spends seven hours a year snapping snaps. In a girl’s sojourn at M. Y. S., averaging two years or 60 weeks, she snaps 13.440 snaps. Elvira Young, when she graduates, will have snapped 33,600, and Mary Strachan 40,320. Rather inter- esting. I should say. At the mention of the word “uniform,” one gen- erally, not always, but generally, turns one’s thoughts to that little item “cleaning.” One averages $30.00 annual]} ' on cleaning bills. Multiply this by 125, and you have $3,750. At this rate you could keep a poor little Greek orphan alive for sixty-two years. Come, girls (a la Mrs. ), “How do you spell fairy !” Rosema ry A m es. MORNING DRILL T HE possessor of eyes still steeped in dreams, of a mind half drowsily floating amongst wan moon beams, and a soul that has but lately walked by the deep waters of sleep has the right of judging the humor of such a mundane thing as morning drill. Doubtless a great many people find it extremely amusing — especially if 85 they happen to be viewing it from the snug warmth ot a third floor win- dow or if, on a lower level, they are taking a cut,’ ' but to me, it is a wholly serious subject. This drill is said by the powers that be, to be a very helpful habit. Tt whets the appetite, makes the eyes glisten, and clears the minds of the young, making them better able to tackle coming unpleasantnesses with vim (by unpleasantnesses I do not refer to food). Hut to me, morning drill is too small a thing to be tragic, and too large a thing to prove bor- ing. It annoys me in the same way that a burr on the ear would annoy a sheep dog; to be explicit, 1 feel like shaking myself rid of it. Those attending morning drill may be divided into two classes; the girls who stagger into line upon the rasping, “ringing is too musical a word, of the last bell with at least one pajama leg escaping below their uni forms, who perform their exercises as perfunctorily and languidly as they dare, and those who seem to t row in their places like hardy peren- nials, whose faces are always aglow with health and the “get-together spirit, the Pollyannas from south, and east, and middle west, who glee- fully shout their variations of hello” across the lines to one another, and who always exercise “with energy.” Some persons have been rescued from morning drill by heart trouble; some by a pillar or pillow like form which hides them from the eagle eye of Miss Stuart ; some by the lure of slippery ice and the thrill that comes once in a lifetime, and can only be derived from the complete surrender to an absolute fall from the paths of athletics; some, though they probably wouldn’t admit it, have been saved and even exalted by the fact that the sun rises in the east, a bubble of blood behind a filigree of black trees- — grey lace of a Gothic temple, floating in a golden sea — a warm sun rising through a translucent fog. Perhaps morning drill isn’t so had when it allows one to glimpse the sky! Perhaps, in the spring, it ceases to he even “not so had” and dwindles down to “not half had, which really means “rather nice.” And maybe the reason its rather nice is not that it gives one an appe- tite so that one may devour one’s breakfast with greater relish, maybe it isn ' t anything material at all — unless you call the smell of the earth and the thrill that comes with the knowledge of pale green, brittle roots twisting upward through black soil — material. It’s these things that 86 make morning ' drill and life possible to some — -though they probably wouldn’t admit it. J presume a psychoanalyst might say that the way one reacts to morning drill characterizes one’s attitude toward life. J wouldn’t be surprised. Duty calls, and pull the blankets over my head — that is, as long as my cuts allow. M EKEDiTi-i Lockhart. ODE TO THE BREAKFAST TRAY Greetings to the breakfast tray, Your coming brings to us great joy. To you no one e’er says nay, nay. But hastens to your goods employ. You used to come with stealthy tread Quietly slinking to our doors. but now you’re called and heralded Around the length of corridors. You and your pals in state do ride, A car you claim as yours today. Which rolls you to each fresh bedside Where we in luxury do stay. When von arrive you groan with pain So ladened down you are with food — You have us tho’ sans stress or strain And even we’re in jocund mood. And tho’, old tray, you may be plain, Scratched, and not as fine as some. You really never should complain, ’Cause to your wiles we all succumb. Harriet Snider. SHADOWS The mail has come— oh ! Joy ! Oh ecstasy of bliss ! And cloister hall seemed like a mile, not one foot less, M v leet were like two tons, my head was in a whirl Now would the letter he from Him, or just — a girl? The hall was rather dark, and to my eager eyes 1 ' he number in my box took on a monstrous size. The forms ahead of me just wouldn’t move aside; 1 1 patience is a virtue, I ' ll not in heav u reside! 1 shoved my dearest friends, and pushed, and plunged, and squirmed, ' Til, due to healthy muscles, my way at last 1 wormed. 1 tumbled with the lock, then inward forced my hand; Now to face an empty box — takes dirt and grii and sand, I felt and felt and felt, and then I felt some more. Now very frankly speaking. 1 must admit I swore! 1 hree days, since He’d written — there was really no excuse With me, 1 le ' ll have to learn, 1 1c can’t play fast and loose. 1 soon would have recovered and gone my weary way, I f someone hadn’t called, “My dear young lady, stay! To be clown here with combs, you know dear, is taboo, In refinement — five — there’s nothing else to do!” ( )h shadows in my mailbox ! You’ve played me false again ! Do you wonder I’m a cynic? and have no faith in men? Rosemary Ames. 8S S E N I O R H OUSI L-WA RM I N G O X Saturday night, October 25tli, the Seniors invited the rest of the school to a house-warming in Senior corridor. The new girls had heard glowing tales of this lirst social event of the year, and promptly, at the designated hour, presented them- selves, expectant and not to be disappointed — at Senior room. After being greeted by Miss Cole, Miss Craig, and the officers of the hostess class, the guests began the delightful journey from one end of the hall to the other. All doors were wide open, and within the hospitable thresholds every room was festive with flowers, and well supplied with fruit and candy. When the last visit had been made, and the girls had for the last time racked their brains for a clever remark to leave behind in a memory book, they regretfully bade their hostesses good-nigh t. I he Class of the Golden Jubilee Year had proved that they knew how to entertain royally. Isabel Greed. TH E JUNIOR V A UD E V IL 1 .E W ASN’T it wonderful? I’ve never seen anything better! Didn’t you love Hilly, and isn’t “Tea for Two” just too catchy? Eet’s see— how did it go? And Grace and I ubbie — ! They were just too much! Oh, Ann, von were perfect. I ve never- ! Such was the general trend of everyone’s conversation after the Junior Vaudeville on the 1 8th of October. That night we were all called to the gym at 8:00 o’clock, and there beheld a metamorphosis beyond the scope of even Ovid’s imagination. A Ziegfeld chorus had been cajolled into donating its services, and completely convinced us that we shouldn’t “take our troubles to bed.” Exponents of Barnuni and Hailey left us breathless and exhausted after alarming displays of stupendous strength. “Roses of Picardy” never had sounded so sweet as when Billy Marsh sang it, nor had we ever been aware that by the ejaculation of mere grunts, a romantic tragedy could be conveyed to an admiring audience. Ah ! Such acting as we saw that night is beyond duplication. A charming couple earnestly assured us that life is not 90 worth living if it can’t be sustained with “tea for two.” We were initiated into the mysteries of the care and cure applicable to those of tender age, and Terpsichore herself, seemed to grace our presence when Ann danced so effectively. “It certainly was well done— a credit, indeed, to the Junior Class. So amusing; every bit of it. We ' ve had such an enjoyable evening.” Thus did the faculty jo in with the student body in appreciation of the Junior Vaudeville with the same fervor as our own though just a little less superlatively. Mary Louise: Succor. THE ONE-ACT PI, AYS O CTOBER 25th saw the premiere showing of three one -act plays written by the same number of youthful M. Y. S. play- wrights (now honored Seniors), who were not a little fearful as to the reception these “children of their brains” would receive. There was, however, no need for any such misgiv- ing, because every one of the plays proved to be a great success. The first, by Elizabeth Burgoyne, bore the ominous title of “The Dark Entry.” It was a mystery play in every sense of the word, and during it we clutched each other’s hands nervously from beginning to end; a play well written and acted. Our compliments. Miss Burgoyne. Next came Virginia Roediger’s “Bag of Dreams,” a fairy tale with a moral carefully concealed. Virginia ' s choice of words was excellent, and she wisely put them into the mouths of good actresses. We predict great things, Virginia. The last one to be offered to the delighted audience was a comedy written by Rosemary Ames. By contrasting a sixteenth century gallant with a youth of today, she endeavored to make us pessimistic twentieth century-ites count our blessings. We think she may be said to have sue ■ ceeded; a picked cast and rather original lines. Last, but not least, we wish to add that the proceeds went as fast as their legs could carry them to the Chapel Fund, the way of all con- scientious dollars, in our opinion. Rosemary Ames. 91 THE HALLOWE’EN PARTY D OESN ' T it seem most exceedingly thought fill of nature to have given us the Autumn instead of another less jovial season in which to begin the school year? Certainly no one could have asked for more glorious, blue, crisp, Indian Summer weather than we enjoyed last Fall. A brilliant harbinger, it might almost seem, of this truly “golden” Jubilee year. It was at the end of a day of painted skies and billowy color- splashed landscape that we held our first real party in welcome to the new girls. Hallowe’en! and all day long mysterious whisperings like the sound of the wings of approaching goblins and spirits and sprites had filled the air with excitement and pleasant forebodings until, at length, the climax was reached in the announcement that supper was to be served in the shelter. A flood of bemiddied and bebloomered girls packed the little house until one expected any moment to see the walls burst wi th the volubility of their shouting and laughter. Chairs and like formalities were ignored, and a howling pack oi ravenous young barbarians joyfully grabbed, and shoved, and spilled steaming cups of coffee, and heaping plates oi baked beans, hot dogs, cornbread and luscious doughnuts as they sprawled upon the floor. (Honorable mention should here be made ol Mildred Jones and Alice Young who, rumor has it, broke all records of consumption). After supper a semi-circle was formed about the open fire, and Virginia Kaufman, with the help of the grue- some sounds issuing from the cavernous darkness of the night without, related a tale capable of rivaling Poe at his most hair raising. Varia- tions of “Balm of Gilead” sung off and on tune brought the first half of the evening to a close. Then came the walk up the hill to the school with clanking chains, moaning ghosts, and terrible skeletons looking out upon every side, and, over-head, a canopy a big-eyed stars, and a harvest moon like an orange floating dizzily upward through the black trees. At last the house! Within whose protecting walls was all hustle, bustle of don- ning costumes, and the frantic dash to the gym fearful lest one should miss something. The grand march and the costume prizes, the unfor- getable memory of Miss Stuart and others, eating pie, of Alice Kim- 92 hall ' s always immaculate visage suddenly smudged with soot, of Martha Dickerson in overalls plaintively repeating “In Fourteen Ninety-two ’ while topping these amusing memories was the faculty play, a take-off on a movie, suggestively labelled, “The Lights Went Out !” It proved the crowning glory of a glorious evening, and was in our minds the most clever entertainment given by our most gifted faculty in many years. Miss Frances read the play delightfully, and the acting was left to the ingenuity of Miss Churchyard. Miss Stewart, Miss Craig, and Miss Mann. The opening sentence, “It was a dark and stormy night,” followed by the furious shaking of a branch in the background, literally brought the house down with what developed, during the remainder of the performance, into uncontrollable mirth. Peanut brittle and fortune telling proved a most delightful anti- climax upon which one hundred and thirty-three happy girls, old and new, tumbled sleepily into their beds, each drowsy mind thinking, 1 am sure, that it was the most delightful Hallowe’en possible. M eredith Lockhart. NOYFM HER FI FTH “ HE M. V. S, Birthday Party” is now the dignified name that the festivities on November 5th will in the future claim, and what could be more fitting! Fifty years old, yet just blossom- ing! Despite the shadow that lay over this day because of asso- ciations held so dear to all of us, the atmosphere was a very happy one. The M. V. S. meeting came first, and we may add, was most successful and more than well attended. Then out we went to the chapel grounds to a very impressive ceremony, that of laying the corner-stone of the Eliza- beth Somers Chapel, which though but one Stone, personified completion to all loyal M. . S, girls. Afterwards, everyone adjourned to the dining room where lay in all its glory, Zimmers’ annual chef d’oeuvre (if it is possible to draw the line). The M. Y. S. Corporation, and represen- tatives of as many classes as possible lit the yellow candles, and for those whose ranks were not represented, members of the School body acted as substitutes. Miss Cole’s talk was, as always, appropriate and unusual, Ice cream and coffee soon made their appearance, and though 93 it wrung the hearts of all artistic souls present, Zimmer’s cake yiehled to the knife, and was soon but a memory in both minds and mouths of all followers of Epicurus. Many happy returns of the day, M. V. S. (Oh, that they might be for the Chapel Fund!). Rose m a r y A m es. THE CHRISTMAS PARTY “ V I WAS the night before Christmas, at least before Christmas vacation, and M. V. S, was all a-flutter, for it was the date set for the annual party given by the girls for the servants and their children. Everyone, old and new, was eager for the time to arrive; the old girls because of their knowledge of former parties, and the new girls because of all they had heard concerning them. In no way did the 1924 Christmas party disappoint anyone. For the children, of course, there was the playlet which reached its climax in the appearance of Santa, And a most imposing St. Nick he was, too; at least the children thought so, judging from their rapt faces and wondering eyes. His jolly manner, however, soon put them at their ease and. after more or less coaxing, such gems as “Little Jack Horner and “Mary’s Little Lamb were presented for approval. When Santa had shaken his pack until it was quite empty, and each Jack-in-the-box and hobby-horse had found its rightful owner, belle’s nephew sang for ns. To any who have been to the Christmas parties it is unnecessary to say more — to those who haven’t I can only say, “Come and hear for yourselves and then you’ll know why we sighed so disappointedly when t lie singing had to end. The party, however, was not for the children only, and, as Miss Cole presented the school ' s gifts to the servants themselves, we were all interested in hearing various incidents from the history of each in- volving some phase of their loyal and, in many cases, lengthy services to Mount Vernon. This closed the evening, and the crowd broke up and formed again around the kiddies who remained. Hut the Sandman, who is certainly no respecter of persons or ages, soon asserted his claim, and we went up-stairs, buzzing away in an attempt to prolong as far as possible what had become one of the year’s pleasantest memories. Alice Campbell. THE JUNIOR-SENIOR INGENUITY CONTEST T HE first of the eagerly awaited ingenuity contests took place Saturday night, the 17th of January. The Juniors and Seniors were informed within an hour of their performance that they were to present a circus — a regular clown-infested, peanut and pop-corn polluted circus— and the Juniors were first on the program ! From the time the curtain rose until its final drop, we fairly breathed circus atmosphere. In (lie intermission we danced and wondered how the Seniors could possibly produce as convincing a ring-master, such incredibly grotesque freaks, or as varied a collection of rapacious beasts When the lights went oft , again we settled down to the joys of a canvas tent. An astonishingly agile ballet-dansuese, a miraculously well-be- haved seal, attractive candy vendors — all contributed to a cleverly detailed performance of the Seniors. Ingenuity certainly was not lack- ing either side, but the judges decided that the scales balanced a bit in favor of the Seniors. So ended the first contest and commenced a rest- lessl y antici pat or y week , r Fhe second contest was on a much more elaborate scale than the first. The subject, chosen by the Seniors, was a one-act play written in blank verse and based on a proverb. The girls had a week in which to rehearse their skits and work out their settings and costumes. So it was with the expectation of discovering just how literary and artistic, as well as ingenious, the Juniors and Seniors were that the rest of the? school took their seats on the appointed night. When the curtain went up for the Juniors’ presentation, there were “Ohs” and “Ahs” of ad- miration. The scene was a sun-room in a very modern home; the color scheme was entirely in black and white. Alice Campbell was responsible for the clever skit, Words, Words, Words,” based on the proverb, “A fool’s month is his destruction.” It dealt w ith the humorous situation in which a talkative social climber found herself. The girls all took their parts well, especially Caroline Sweeney, who portrayed a very bewil- dered butler unable to explain that he was a butler and not a certain distinguished poet. The Seniors’ play, written by Rosemary Ames and Berenice Max- well, was of a more serious character. The scene was laid in a convent, and the faint, solemn chanting off-stage opened the play with a decidedly tragic atmosphere. The plot centered around a Biblical reference con- 95 cerning the responsibility of a mother for her child. Rosemary and Berenice did some splendid acting in the leading roles. At the conclusion of the plays, the judges left the room, followed by the pitying glances ot the audience. How could anyone decide between two such different plays? The judges evidently agreed with this sentiment, for they stayed outside for centuries — or so it seemed to the contestants. Would the Seniors win and so end the contest, or would the Juniors make the affair a tie? The long-delayed judges finally re-appeared and gave their ver- dict. The Juniors had won! There would he another and a deciding contest ! It was with a great deal of excitement and not a little quite justi- fiable curiosity that M. V. S. gathered in the gymnasium two weeks later to view the third and decisive event of the Ingenuity Contest. The school had debated and wondered, rather hopelessly, just what the adept Juniors would do in the development of the unwieldly subject, “Box Comments, again imposed on them by the Seniors. In it the Juniors outdid themselves in the clever and original way in which they treated their theme. Thanks to the midnight meetin g, so skillfully portrayed, of those various and sundry boxes, we are now the possessor of many inti- mate facts concerning the private lives of our august Seniors. We thrill at the sight of that extra pound on Mary Strachan, gained only by arduous labor in eating quantities of crackers and drinking quarts of milk. We. too, “get so pepped’’ when Cherry receives the coveted letter from Lawrenceville. Indeed the Juniors ' performance won our hearty thanks as well as praise. The Seniors touched an ever -vibrant chord within us with their sicle-splitting imitation, of certain members of the faculty at the theatre. An entertaining performance of Cinderalla, highly modernized, was looked at censoriously and droll v commented on bv the critical four. After a breathless period of waiting, the judges announced their de- cision. As the Juniors paraphrased it to the popular “Me and the Boy Friend,” “The contest was over, the Seniors had won.” To them we extend our congratulations. Miranda Boyd, Isabel Creed. Mary Louise Succor. 96 THE VALENTINE PARTY W HAT a night was this ! It is certain to live in the memory of everyone who entered the gymnasium on the evening of Feb- ruary 14th. Queen Elizabeth and the Earl of Leicester met us at the door and showed us a scene to delight the eye of even the most critical. I he large room had been transformed, as if bv a miracle, into a veritable fairyland festooned with red and white paper ribbons. The orchestra, on the stage, was partially but effectively hid- den from view by these same red and white streamers, and in the center back, shone a huge heart wth 1925 done in electric lights. Now that the scene is laid, we may go on to those present. Never could one hope to see a more varied group of merrymakers. Cross-word puzzles danced with Indians, while country lads and lasses waltzed about with Chinese Mandarins, and golf bags with gold bedecked generals. The hostesses were generous in the giving of prizes, for, besides two for the loveliest costumes, there were two prizes given to the girls who were most original in the thought and execution of their dresses, and two more for those whose costumes were made by their wearers. Alice Campbell and Mary Elizabeth Hayward were the winners of the two first, and Frances Hecker and Eleanor Rowe of the last, while the most original of our classmates proved to be Helen Young and Eleanor Hayden. The orchestra played on and on till close on midnight, when the strains of Home Sweet Home” were welcomed by even the most ligh t- footed. As we went upstairs the evening was voted by every one to have been the most successful Valentine Party yet given at M. A S. Ren ate Zimmers. THE YELLOW AND WHITE CONTEST O N Saturday night, the 20th of February, the Yellow and White Classes met in the gym for their contest. The subject was a farce on the cross-word puzzle. The White Class presenta- tion, “Insomnia, a Nightmare in One Act,” w r i tt en i n verse by Mary Louise Succop, was the first to be given. The two detect ives who came to solve the mystery kept the audience in gales of laughter with 97 their amusing actions; while Isabel Creed, as the tormented heroine, was charming to behold. The whole production seemed very finished and the scenery was a delight. In the intermission between the plays the Yellow Class distributed cross-word puzzles made from the names of the faculty. It took some little time for the audience to realize this fact, but when at last it was discovered, the key was used with excellent results. It was perhaps the most pleasant intermission that we had known for a long time. The second play centered around this puzzle and, as a climax, a curtain was let down containing the correct solution of the puzzle. Both playlets were so excellent that it was some time before the judges returned and announced that the Yellow Class had won. R E N ATE Z t M M ERS. BELLS Hear the deadly rising bells . . . Brazen bells! What a tale of agony their clamoring foretells ! Wrapped in slumber’s fond embrace, Sunk in pillows, swathed in lace, Dreams are floating — very fair- — - Comes a crash, a bleat, a blare That’s the bell ! In a clamorous appealing that we rise at once with haste Sounding shrills, ceasing never, In a frantic, w ild endeavor To recall us back to life Back to earth — and toil — and strife! Must we always hear the moaning And the melancholy moaning Of this bell, that bell, Rising bell, lights belt. Oh! the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells. Mary Louise Succop. 98 SENIOR PLAY “QUALITY STREET” A FTER seven weeks’ frantic rehearsal, during- which period numerous Seniors and one director were more than once em- barrassed by the ever-present Junior Juvenile Detective Agency, J. M. Barrie’s comedy, “Quality Street.” was pre- sented for the f irst and last time. Despite the fact that sundry and important changes, due to illness, were necessitated at too late a date for general comfort, the play was a great success if one can rely on the consensus of opinion. Helen Curtis, as the “Dashing Captain Brown,” did, indeed, dash our hopes to the ground as far as finding a hero more charming or more handsome was concerned. A line piece of acting is to her credit, a thing especially to be commented upon due to the fact that she was one of those called upon to substitute at a late date. Rosemary Ames played the part of the younger celibate almost well enough to warrant her pursuing that advantageous vexation in real life. ( ft is to he hoped that she will do no pursuing in that direc- tion). Virginia Roediger gave her part the artistic touch so character- istic ol all her work, and Berenice Maxwell and Frances Heckert added a humorous touch very neatly in addition to Patricia Healy’s clever per- formance. Of course we should not forget the children or the Ser- geant, hut to go into detail would involve too much time and space; hut it is said, that plus (or due to?) the crowning touch of delicious refresh- ments, everyone enjoyed herself immensely ( alas! the “hims” were far too few for me to be correct and say “himself”). JUNIOR PLAY “PYGMALION AND GALATEA” N OW for the impossible — to criticize perfection. Oh, but that play was good: artistic, amusing, and a distinct achievement. In fact, it deserves “A in just about everything, in my opin- ion. Pygmalion who sculped the fair Galatea and ultimately brought the wrath of his wife and the gods down upon his handsome head was portrayed excellently by Alice Campbell, one of the chief Junior luminaries. too Now for a non-professional, in a school play at that, to be able to call upon the gods, and not make it seem farcical, takes (and there are no two ways about it) that elusive, highly desirable thing called talent. I refer to Florence Birch as Pygmalion’s wife. Our congratu- lations, Florence. To attempt to count the ohs! and ahs ! that issued from the enrap- tured audience when the curtain disclosed the fair Galatea would be utter foolishness. Needless to say we, didn’t try. We were too intent on gazing at perfection of face and form. Ah, Elizabeth, jealously is rampant in our souls (“Fain would we be Texas steers, if it clid mean proximity to thee.”) Then there was Virginia Kaufman, dressed up “tit to kill,” and my ! what a lover she did make for Renate, who was altogether charming in her despair over her fiance’s cruel habits. Then Caroline Sweeney, as C’hrysos ( brave Caroline!), the erring and highly susceptible “would-be connoisseur,” who made his appearance all too seldom with his devoted spouse, Eleanor Hayden, another luminary. Suffice it to say, that everything about “Pygmalion and Galatea” was good. Could we ask for more? “THE HEART OF A CLOWN” “HEARTS” T HIS year, owing to the preparation necessary for the Golden Jubilee, Miss Cole asked that the White and Yellow Classes Combine their histrionic efforts. This request resulted in two one-act plays appearing on the evening of March 14th. “The Heart of a Clown,” which came first, was they White Class’ offering to the cause, and “Hearts” that of the Yellows. “The Heart of a Clown” was the old story of Harlequin and his lady love, the Gypsy fortune teller, and a clown with an inferiority complex. Picturesque scenery added an artistic touch to the performance in addition to that given it by the four able members of the cast. Congratulations! 101 “Hearts” was a roaring success. An abused and misunderstood doctor’s wife resorts to drastic measures to inveigle certain females with feline tendencies, into forming a permanent friendship with her. Four very attractive girls deserve a great deal of credit for their acting. Both plays are to be commended for their finish, particularly when two weeks only was given them for rehearsing purposes. Rosemary Ames. THE DANCE The sound of shuffling feet. An occasional pause, The steady pulse of piano and banjo; Melody carried by the saxophone. A black and white field Dotted and splashed by every color. The murmur of voices on the porch. The clinking of glasses. An hilarious burst of laughter — The dance. C in: it it v Stephen so n . 102 ■ ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION OFFICERS President „ Virginia Watts Vice- Prcsiden . _ . Marion Gaffney Secretary ______ „„ __Jean Barker Treasurer - . __ Kleanor J Iayden THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION HIS year the Athletic Association has really meant something, and we feel sure, under the guid- ance of Miss Davis, it will continue to do so from now on. There have been weekly meetings in the athletic room, and various plans made for the stimulation of school and athletic spirit. The As- sociation has collected $02.00 through dues with which it has bought the cups and paid for the extra expenses that have arisen. THE BANNER HONOR This honor was announced last spring to have been won by the Yellow Class for its having the highest athletic average during the year. THE ATHLETIC MEDAL The Athletic Medal is now the chief honor a girl may receive in the line of athletics. It was instituted last year as a reward for the highest number of stars on the athletic chart. Virginia Watts is the first one to have received this medal. BASKETBALL At last the prayers of the M. V. S. girls for the past seven years have been answered, and we have had our first varsity basketball game. Jt was played against the Friends’ School on February 19th. The game ended with the score of 41 to 19 in our favor ! This fact is not surpris- ing when we consider that we had Miss Davis to coach and Vee Watts to captain the following team: V i rgi nia Watts Forward Mary Cun n i ngham For ward Gwendolyn Atwood Center Harriet I r ady Side-Center Eleanor Linn Guard Jean Barker Guard The game took place in the gymnasium of the Epiphany Church whither the whole school was transported in our famous green busses. What would happen to us if these reliable, though uncomfortable, con- veyances should ever be withdrawn? The team and subs went down ahead of the school, in regular cars, so that their strength would not be jarred out of them before they even saw their opponents. Caroline Sweeney and Mary Lillian Uppercu were the cheer lead- ers, and as soon as the school body had arranged itself, each and every one, in an advantageous position along the balcony, they led the girls in a song for the team and the school. School spirit was at its height, and never was a team more enthusiastically cheered on than was ours. It was no wonder our score kept getting higher and higher with such applause from the side-lines for every basket. At the end of the first half, the score was high enough to enable Vee to put in our second team for a quarter so that they might have some experience in a varsity game. The second team was : Billie Marsh Mary Louise Gant Miranda Boyd Betty Wynn Rugee Florence Birch Eleanor Hayden 107 The regulars went back again during the last quarter, and several more baskets were made. The Friends’ School team displayed extremely good sportsmanship, and played excellently, but, you see, they did not have a Virginia Watts to make baskets for them. We now have a small, dark banner with ' ‘Friends’ School” in gray across it, hanging in the athletic room, where we hope, in the years to come, we may have many more such trophies from various schools. ooo The class games were played last fall with even more than the usual enthusiasm, for practically every team had some hard luck just before the game, which made the classes wish to back their players with every possible kind of encouragement. As the result of the draw, the Seniors played against the Juniors, and the Yellows against the Whites. Neither Ruth Martin nor Marion Gaffney were able to be on the Senior team, and Billie Marsh unable to be on the Junior team, so both teams were rather crippled. However, for this reason, they both played harder than they otherwise would have — with the result that the Seniors won with the score 24-22 in their favor. The teams that played were as follows: Senior Junior Rosemarv Ames Forward Elizabeth Bennett Mary Morton Forward Alice Campbell Gwendolen Atwood . Center Marv Louise Gant Berenice Maxwell Side-Center Eleanor Hayden Mary Strachan Guard Ann Abrahams Virginia Roediger Elizabeth Burdell 1 Guard Florence Birch The Whites also had an unhappy loss in Fay Brigham, on whom they had been used to rely implicitly. Consequently, when she was un- able to play until the last half, her team lost confidence; although they worked with all their might, the game ended with the score 32-6 in the Yellows 1 favor. The two teams were: 108 Yellows Whites Frances Cocroft ] Fay Brigham Forward Virginia Watts Mary Cunningham Forward Mildred Jones Jean Barker Center Miranda Boyd Harriet Brady Side-Center Betty Wynn Rugee Laura Newburger Guard Caroline Brady Mary Lou Succop Guard Eleanor Linn The final game between the Seniors and Yellows was played off Thanksgiving morning. Both teams worked as if their very lives de- pended on winning, and the rest of the school body lustily cheered them on until it could do little more than address its neighbors in strained whispers. Between cheers the audience sat and watched the Yellows make one basket after another while the Seniors tried desperately to keep up with them, but it was in vain. Again the Yellows were vic- torious with a score of .14-2 1 . GOLF There is now no excuse for an M. V. S. girl not to become an expert golfer, for about one-third of the grounds has been turned into a six-hole golf course, and a professional comes out two or three after- noons a week to give much needed instructions. Last fall we were aide to hold a preliminary golf tournament, which created a great deal of interest, and. in a few cases, some amusement. Eleanor Linn won the finals giving her class live points towards the banner honor. The real i liter-class tournament will take place some time this spring. TENNIS The tennis tournaments last spring were ill-fated, for it rained almost daily during the time schedule d for them. However, Virginia Jean Jones and Mary Cunningham did manage to finish up the singles, Virginia proving herself the tennis champion for 1924. But because of the weather, the finals in doubles, in which Virginia and Emily Whit- ing were to play Mary Cunningham and Fay Brigham, never took place. no THE PELLETIER CUP Last year, Addison Pelletier gave a cup which is to be awarded to the girl who works the hardest and accomplishes the most in swimming during the year. Fay Brigham won it last spring. swimming U NDER Miss Stuart’s careful supervision, swimming prog- ressed rapidly this winter. Practically everybody now knows how to swim, and the majority of these have, also, learned how to dive in various ways — as was well shown in the meet. This last annual event took place the night of March 20th, and makes all other similar meets look very small anti insignificant in comparison. The pool was decorated most attractively. On two sides were hung crepe paper streamers of blue, green, yellow, and white, and on one side four fish, in the colors of the four classes, were hung. Even the programs were fish, on the backs of which were written the names of the girls on the teams and the events which were to take place. As only a few can be accommodated, just the faculty, the girls on the swimming squads who were not on the teams, and some of the officers could be invited, and the balcony was hard pressed to hold all of 112 these. Fortunately, however, the night was warm and clear, so the rest of the school body was allowed to go outside and watch through the windows. When all had assembled, Isabel Creed gave a prologue which she had written for the occasion. hen came the swimmers, who speedily proved themselves worthy of that title in every sense of the word. 1 shall not attempt to describe their feats singly, but suffice it to say that never before have the spectators of an M. Y. S. swimming meet beheld such excellent form displayed in both the swimming and the diving. Each one is most deserved of the highest praise, of which Miss Stuart may also claim a large share. The captains of the Senior, Junior, Yel- low, and White teams were, respectively, Gwendolyn Atwood. Mary Searles, Virginia Watts, and Mary Lillian Uppercu. The managers were Helen Young, Billie Marsh. Genevieve Stewart, and Jane Ouilhot. The original teams were as follows : Senior G vvendol y n A t wood Rosemary Ames Ruth Martin Dorothy Davidson Jane Connell Junior Mary Searles Billie Marsh Catherine DeAnnand Pauline Cant Y cl lazes Virginia Watts Genevieve Stewart Virginia Martindale Jane Reilly K at her i ne A rchibald Whites Mary Lillian Uppercu Janet Macdonald Laura Newburger Mary Dawes Frances Cocroft Margaret Dawes The following were the Senior substitutes in the meet : Virginia Roediger, Pat Healy, Hortense Coyle, and Julia Hase. The events and the winners of these events were: Forty yard free style Form swim 113 Billie Marsh Yellows and Whites Obstacle race Frances Cocroft Diving - Juniors Twenty yard back stroke Virginia Watts Dodge ball Whites Sixty yard relay Yellows The score was most exciting, for it resulted in nearly a tie between the Juniors and Yellows. The Yellows won, however, with sixteen points. The Juniors received fifteen and the Whites eight. 114 OPTIMA CLUB H on ora ry M cm b ers : President Vice-President Treasurer Secretary Rosemary Ames Elizabeth Bennett Florence Birch El i zabeth 1 hirgoyne Miranda Bojgl Elizabeth Burdell Alice Campbell H or tense Coyle Helen Curtis Isabel Creed Elizabeth Davison Marian Gaffney Beulah Gibbons Eleanor e 1 laigh Eleanor Hayden Miss Cole, Miss Hill Eliz abet h Pa xton Genevieve Stewart Harriet Snider Rosemary Ames Anne Hearne Nan Kolbe Ruth Martin Berenice Maxwell Esther Hillett Marv Morton Elizabeth Paxton Virginia Roediger Harriet Snider Genevieve Stewart Mary Straehan Anne Wilcoxson Anne Young Helen Young Renatc Zimmers 117 FRENCH CLUB Honorary Member: Mine. Eleanore Peltier Presidcn t H ar riet Snider V icc-President Rosemary Ames Secretary Mary Morton Treasurer PI ortense Coyle Louise Aldrich Rosemary Ames ( Iwendolyn Atwood Jean Barker Miranda Boyd Florence Birch H or tense Coyle Mary Cunningham Deborah Fredericks Eleanore Haigh Frances Heckert Patricia Healy Mar) ' Morton Elizabeth Paxton Harriet Snider Mary Louise Succop 119 WALKING CLUB Honorary Members: Miss Cole, Miss Cook, Miss Guard President Secretary and Treasurer Anne Wileoxson Louise Aldrich Sarah Banks Jean Barker Miranda Boyd Elizabeth Bur dell Elizabeth Burgoyne Emma Carter May Dunlap Emily Evatt Id alia Fratt Mary Louise Gaut Beulah Gibbons Hulda Hayssen Patricia Healy Marie Horst Gladys Karel Eleanor Linn Mary Ann Peacock Elizabeth Paxton i rgini a E i ed iger Harriet Snider Mary Louise Succo]) Virginia Watts Ann Wileoxson Julia Hase 121 CHORAL CLUB Director Mrs. A. K. Payne President Gwendolyn Atwood V ice-President Ruth Martin Secretary-Treasurer Berenice Maxwell Esther Myers Elizabeth Roberts Elizabeth Paxton Jane Connell Nan Kolbe Margaret Dawes Sopranos Elizabeth Huntington Eleanor Marsh Pauline Meyer Ruth Martin Eleanor llaigh Harriet Snider Julia Base Sixonu Sopranos G wen dolyn A t wood Ruth Gildersleeve Dorothy Fulton Berenice Maxwell Kathryn Ferguson Miriam Robertson Eleanor Hayden Eleanor Miller Beulah Gibbons Bar beau Myers Alice Robinson Patricia Healy Ai ros Bari iara Emily Evatt Esther Milfett Renate Zimmers 123 V CATCHY NUMBERS OF THIS SEASON O, Dat Golden Jubilee Miss Cole Tea for Two Miss Martin Oh. Baby Miss Walker The Lost Chord Mrs. Rickelt On the Alimentary Canal Miss Treyz Me and the Boy-Friend Miss Cook Southern Rose Miss Stuart Hie French Lesson Mine. Peltier Spain Senorita Hard-Hearted Hannah Miss Hanna Where’s My Sweetie Hiding Miss Blakeslee My Best Girl Miss Churchyard Because They .All Love You Miss Davis DANCING SCHOOL ONCE MORE One Saturday night at just quarter of eight The girls all assembled, not one dared be late. In the great hall — the rugs were rolled out, The floor was quite bare — what was it about? Miss Cole introduced Miss Thomas, and then She taught ns to dance until almost ten. e walked two by two, we waltzed and we whirled, We fox-trotted, one-stepped — through tangoes we swirled. One foot in between us — “You hold far too tight “Don’t hunch up your shoulders.” Your heads hold just right” “Each girl must try leading — now don’t say you can’t” You dance far too crudely, so fast that you pant.” So on and so forth till ten, as I said, To end it, we courtesied and then went to bed. Miss Craig — Miss Jones, what is work? Millie ( stretching and opening one eye ) — Everything’s work. Aliss Craig (irritated) — Do you mean to say this table is work? Millie (closing eyes and resuming slumber) — Sure. Wood-work. 126 HEARD FROM BEHIND A SICK-SIGN Is the mail here? What time’s gym? Who’s in bed? Betty -Wynn, have you seen Dee? Mary, play “All Alone.” Walk with me. I’m a wreck! What’s that bell for? Yipe ! You owe me fifty cents. I ’m so pepped ! Special for Miss Young! Max 1 Telephone ! WHAT WOULD SCHOOL BE WITHOUT— Liz ' s laugh. Max’s ’phone calls. Beanie’s specials. Mi-mi’s crushes. P egg’s notes. Strach and Toad. Rosie ' s puns. Our Southern colony. M. V. S. MUSIC STORE— NEBRASKA AVENUE Fascinating Rhythm Mary Cunningham Lady Be Good Pi Ison I’ll See You In My Dreams Pat Why Should I Weep Over One Sweetie Mimi It’s All the Same To Me Meredith The Slave of Love Peggy Jeffery Red Hot Mamma Gwen Panama Mamas Marguerite Herrick Who Tends the Doortender’s Daughter When the Doortender’s Busy Tending Door Joe Pease 127 !M CO ’+ ' O VC ts. JOSEPHINE DUMBELL WANTS TO KNOW— 1 . 1 f we will be marked for using rouge in French class? If we ' ll be marked off for beads of perspiration ? Why we can ' t have dates in our rooms? Why we dress for Gym? Why Dr. Little isn’t expelled for rolling the hones? If ash blonds are necessarily hot headed? Why Miss Cole insists that if Monday is a week day, no permission for shopping on Saturday will be granted? S, Why, w hen told to order a course dinner, she can’t ask for bran muffins? 9. I f Firpn is Edgar Allen’s first cousin? Pat — Am I a little pale? Jane — No, you’re a big tub. One of Rosie’s Best — The man that invented life-savers made a mint. Boot-black- — Light or dark, Miss? I lovvard ( absorbed in Einstein )— I’m not particular, but don’t give me the neck. Favorite Song of the Ducks — “Waddle I Do.” SHAKESPEARE AND THE DEBUTANTES “Sir. 1 love you more than words can wield the matter .” — King Lear. Give me that hand of yours to kiss.” — Winter’s Tale. “Some woman had the right.” “No, by my honor, madam — no woman had it !” — Merchant of l ' cnicc. “ Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.” — Macbeth. “A hue woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! — O. the world hath not a sweeter creature.” — Othello. 128 “I would not for the world they saw thee here. — Romeo and Juliet. She as her attendant hath a lovely boy.” — Midsummer Night ' s Dream. Wear this for me.”— -A? Van Like It. “Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard. — The Tempest. “Would’st not play false, and yet would’st wrongly win.” — Macbeth. “Sweet ladies, if I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me” — Henry VIII. “She hangs about his neck.” — Winters Tale. “Against her lips I love.” — Midsummer Night ' s Dream. “How goes the night, boy?” — Macbeth. “Thy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” — Romeo and Juliet. “Ts not this man jealous ?” — Othello. Florence W. Birch. Jean Barker — Who’s the smallest man in history? Tiz — r give up. Jean — The Roman Soldier who went to sleep on his watch. Helen Curtis — What does a date remind you of? Emil y — T wo people. Helen- — No, that’s a pair. Member of Psychology Class — And has the baby learned to talk yet ? Miss Walker (talking of beloved niece) — -My, ves — we’re teaching her how to be quiet now. We know a girl here who is so red -headed she uses lipstick for an eyebrow pencil — Know her ? “You make my blood boil, cried the lobster indignantly to the hot water. “I can ' t make my grades,” said Barbeau as she shifted into second. 129 So much for appearances — everyone thought her very intellectual when she spoke familiarly of Plutarch ' s lives. Hut it didn’t mean a thing. Plutarch was her cat. Peggy Morrow (in Biology exam) — A carbohydrate is an animal without a backbone. (Listening to a long-winded lecturer) Mortie — -Look at that woman ' s figure. Sarah — Fierce, isn’t it? Mortie — Yeah, nothing but a figure of speech. Jane Connell (temporarily encumbered by a cast on her leg — -these early morning drills get one down) — I’ve been scribbling on my cast. Miss Carroll — Foot notes, eh? Hattie— M ' gosh, what a long tunnel we’re going through. lUirgovne — This ain ' t no tunnel — -it’s Pittsburgh. Our idea of hard luck is when a man works for his board and then loses his appetite. Mary had a little dog It was a noble pup It stood upon its hind legs When you held its front legs up. Desdemona — Aren’t we going to the movies tonight, Othello dear? Othello (sullenly reaching for cushion) — No, s’mother time. Old Lady— But why do you use such obscene language? Russian Kid — I was born near the mouth of the Volga. Bennett- — I’ve lived on vegetables for two weeks. Strach — That’s nothing — -I ' ve lived on earth for 20 years. 130 Miss Aura ii a ms, Ann, Aldrich, Louise. lt Ames, Rosemary _ “ A RCH1BALD, K AT H A RIN E “ A R M STRO N G, LUC Y„ .... “ Atwood, Gwendolyn.. “ Banks, Sara it...... u Barker, Jean .... “ Beckwith, Sue ..... Bennett, Elizabeth Bentley, Marion. ... Birch. Florence.- Bos worth, Della..... Bourn ique, Eugenie.. “ Boyd, Miranda....... “ Brady, Caroline Brady, Harriet. “ Brigham, Fay u Buck, Peggy M Burdell, Elizabeth “ Burgoyne, Elizabeth.. “ Campbell, Alice “ Carter, Emma if COCROFT, F RANGES Connell, Jane “ Corwin, Jane... ...... Council, Elizabeth... “ Cox, Marjorie Coyle, Horten se... ' Creed, Isabel. — 44 Comings, Harriet “ C II N N I N G H A M . i I A R Y “ Curtis, Helen Daggett, Blanche.. Davidson, Dorothy... . ' Davison, Elizabeth... “ Dawes, Margaret Los Angeles, California .Providence, Rhode Island --Chicago, Illinois Daytona, Florida Savannah, Georgia ...Grand Rapids,, Michigan .....Little Rock, Arkansas .Louisville, Kentucky .Aurora, Illinois San Antonio, Texas _ ._0 bsso, Michigan Lawnsdowne, Pennsylvania ..... Evanston , 111 inois ....Milwaukee, Wisconsin R ad nor. Pen n sy 1 v a n i a — Elkins, West Virginia ..... Denver, Colorado .Timmins, Ontario, Canada Evan ston , 111 ino i s ...Augusta, Georgia ..Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania ... — ._St. Joseph, Missouri . — Knoxville, Tennessee .Providence, Rhode Island ... — ..Oshkosh, Wisconsin — Brad ford , Pennsylvania — Americus, Georgia K n ox vilie, T e n tie s see -- ....Buffalo, New York Piedmont, California Flint, Michigan ... .Evanston, Illinois ..Grand Rapids, Michigan — Niagara Falls, New York — Omaha, Nebraska — ... Flint. Michigan .... .Evanston, Illinois 131 Dawes, Mary DeArmond, Catherine Denton, Margaret Dunlap, May-.™ - Evatt, Emily F ERGUSO N , K AT H R Y N Fratt, 1dalia_� « Fredericks, Deborah Fulton, Dorothy-- Gaffney, Marian Galt. Mary Louise Gaut, Pauline-- Gibbons, Beulah.... Gildersleeve, Ruth Gordon, Louise.— — — Grey, Anne - HaIGIU ElEANORE— Harwood, Mary Elizabeth Hash, Julia.... Hayden, Eleanor-. ----- IIayssen, Hi lda — Hayward, Mary HeALY, PATRICIA— — Hearne, Anne__ Heckert, Frances— Heck ert , ft I a rc ar-et„ ] Jerrick, Marguerite--.. H I G I N BOTH A M , pRISCl L LA - Bobbins, Shirley--—- Hopper, Helen., Horst, Marie. H U NTINGTON, E LIZ ABET H _ - . Jefferey, Margaret Jenkins, Maxine Jones, Mildred Karel, Gladys Kaufman, Virginia — — Columbus, Ohio .... Washington, D. C Fort Thomas, Kentucky Hinton, West Virginia B roo k 1 i n e , Mas sac h u sc 1 1 s Bel lev ue . 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Reading, Pennsylvania Pasadena , Cal i f o r n i a ---Philadelphia, Pennsylvania — Fairmont, West Virginia Overt jroi k , Pen nsyl vania — Milwaukee, Wisconsin — — Richmond, Virginia 132 44 Kimball, AlicS— ———— — — —Groton, Massachusetts 41 Kirk, Annett_-____„-_-„ — — _ —-Findlay, Ohio Koenig, Dorothy Sioux Falls, South Dakota “ Kolbe, Nan _ — . .-Little Rock, Arkansas “ Lewis, Martha -. Atlanta, Georgia 44 Linn, Eleanor-—- — Des Moines, Iowa Lockhart. Meredith— — _ New York, New York 14 Macdonald. Janet Flint, Michigan 41 Mallory, Marjorie Bradford, Pennsylvania 44 Marsh, Eleanor-— — New Bradford, Massachusetts “ Martin, Rutii_ — — Melrose, Massachusetts “ Martindale, Virginia .— — — — San Antonio, Texas “ Max w ell i Berenice—-, „ — — Kansas City, Missouri 44 Merts, Dank a ._-_Uniontown, Pennsylvania 44 Mertz, Barbara. - — „ — Decatur, Georgia 41 Meyer, Pauline Platteville, Wisconsin 44 Miller, Eleanor — - — - Evanston, Illinois 14 Millett, Esther---. Reading, Massachusetts 44 Morrow, Margaret - Los Angeles, California 4 4 Morton, Mary - . ----- .-San Francisco, California 14 Murdoch, Helen-—- . ---, - .-Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 44 Myers , Barbeau- — — — --Dubuque, Iowa 44 Myers, Esther—— -— . — . - --Dubuque, Iowa 44 Newburger, LauB — Louisville, Kentucky 14 Paxton, Elizabeth— Omaha, Nebraska 44 Peacock, Mary Ann_. . Chicago, Illinois 44 Pease, Josephine --Hinsdale, Illinois 44 Pilson, Marjorie — .Chevy Chase, Maryland 44 Poole, Grace——. — Kansas City, Missouri 44 Pope, Mary — . -Walla Walla, Washington 44 Quilhot. Mary | ane_- — Amsterdam, New York 44 Raynor, Helen — - — Montclair, New Jersey “ Reilly, Jane— - Milwaukee, Wisconsin 44 Roberts, Elizabeth-- - - — Omaha, Nebraska 44 Robertson, Miriam——- Sbamokin, Pennsylvania Robinson, Alice— — Fort Thomas, Kentucky 44 Roediger, Virginia — — .--—Fort Morgan, Colorado 1 33 Rowe, Eleanor— __ Rueschaw. Grace__ R re; e e , B etty- W ynn. _ S a w telle . El rz a bet i r Searles, Mary Dennis S N ID ICR , I J A R R rET - . Stew a rt ? G en ev i$ve_ _____ _ Stkachan, Mary_____ Succory Mary Louise- __ - Sweeney, Caroline -- Uppercu, Mary Lillian Vqorhees, Eleanor V ROD M AN, Ho W A R D _ Watts, Virginia Wilcox son. Anne W oe )D W A RLE ] ? LC R E NCE _ _ Woolfol k H Mary. Yotwc, Anne__, Young, Helen _____ Z I M M ERS . R E N ATE ___ .Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania .___ —Lansing, Michigan Mil wajtikee , W i scon si 1 1 Washington, D. C. ,_San Francisco, California Pasadena, California Flint, Michigan __ Brunswick, Georgia Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania _______ Indianapolis, Indiana .__New York, New York _____ Amsterdam, New York -Kansas City, Mi ssour i .____w„ Raltimore J Maryland Ca r r ol 1 ton , M is son r i Owossfi Michigan — .Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Omaha , N d iraska Little Rock, Arkansas Mil wa u kec , W i set ms in 134 US SHAW BROWN Our designs are executed with a thorough knowl- edge and sureness of artistic development which is so im- portant in the treatment of any color or number of gems. ‘‘All Real : No Imitations’’ COMPANY 1 1 14 F Street, N.W. Dealers Reputation Washington Paris JULIUS GARFINCKLE CO. Introduce Continuously The Newest and Best Fashions Produced in the World in Exquisite models particularly adapted to the tastes of col- lege and school girls. For sports and street wear, and for every social occasion, our designs are unusual, ex- clusive and beautiful. A wide selection at moderate prices. Imported Accessories F Street, Corner of 13th COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND EAT FISH AND OYSTERS EVERY DAY Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday BOOTH FISHERIES COMPANY S. W, Corner Water St. and Market PI. BALTIMORE, MD. BRANCHES EVERYWHERE Distributing branches in all important cities. Producing branches wherever the waters furnish the finest. BOOTH FISHERIES COMPANY Main Office — 205 No. Michigan Ave. CHICAGO, ILLINOIS NORMAN E. BROOKE Successor to Edward Brooke MEATS Wholesale and Retail Hotel and Cafeteria Supplies STANDS: 616-6X7-618 Center Market, Ninth Street Wing Washington, D. C. Estabrook Co Founded 1851 Investments and Financial Service 24 Broad Street New York 15 State Street Boston Providence Hartford Springfield New Bedford PASTEURIZED MILK SPECIAL NURSERY MILK GRADE “A” GUERNSEY MILK PASTEURIZED CREAM WHIPPING CREAM BUTTER EGGS COTTAGE CHEESE 3204-8 N STREET, N. W. TELEPHONE WEST 183 184 I COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND FURNITURE ECONOMY Good Furniture forcibly demonstrates the Economy of Quality. It serves more than one generation, grows old gracefully, adds not a little to the joy of living, is a source of constant satisfaction, Whereas poor furniture needs replacing and repairs without end, and is a constant re- proach to the owner, 5 The reputation of the House of Henderson is of fifty years ' standing, and has been achieved by offering Quality Furni- ture and Decorations at the Lowest Prices consistent with the best. Inspection of our stock implies no obligation to buy. Interior Decorating 5 Fffa years ' experience qualifies us to render Decorating Services that is entirely in keeping with the standing of Henderson Furniture. James b. Fine Furniture, ENDERSON Company Laces, Upholstering, Paperhanging, Painting, Etc . 1108 G Street — Phones w“j ANNOUNCES YOUNG GIRLS GOWNS OF EVERY TYPE, FOR VACATION DAYS AND EVENING WEAR AT VERY INTERESTING PRICES THE PLEASURE OF A CALL WHEN SHOPPING IN NEW YORK IS INVITED 2 East 46th Street Neie York City Photographs TOWLES of WASHINGTON STUDIOS 1520 Conn. Avenue APPOINTMENTS Telephone North 1804 RIZIK BROTHERS ANNOUNCING FASHIONS FOR SPRING Sport Dresses that whisper of the salty tang of surf-whipped sunny beaches and summer joyous motor outings. Dainty frocks for gay dinner dance affairs — and evening gowns of gossamer loveliness and exclusiveness vouch- safed by Rizik sponsorship. Ensemble Suits Dinner and Evening Qowns Costumes and Dresses TWELVE THIRTEEN F (( With appreciation to the young ladies for past favors LERCH’S Washington’s foremost cleaner and dyer ’ Office, 826 TWELFTH STREET, N. W. Phone Main 2022 Branch, 1903 MASS. AVE„ N. W. MARY R. BURKL1N Manager WORKS 1206-1208 Eye Street, N. W. COMPLIMENTS OF HAYWARD MILLS FRANKLIN, MASS. HARPER METHOD Scalp Specialists The Original Local Firm Using Filtered Water in Shampooing BRANCHES IN ALL CITIES Washington Branches Westory Bldg., 601 14th St. Franklin 3084 Connecticut Ace. Sho r 1728 Connecticut Ave., N. W. North 184 MRS. JOSEPH LEITER MRS. OR MSB Y McCAMMON 1747 RHODE ISLAND AVENUE RESPECTFULLY INVITE YOUR INSPECTION OF THEIR EXCLUSIVE DESIGNS IN CHILDREN’S AND MISSES’ APPAREL SUITABLE FOR DEBUTANTES SUITS COATS HATS EVENING DRESSES SCHOOL GIRLS ' CLOTHES SWEATERS DRESSES A SPECIALTY JELLEFF’S Self Expression NATURALLY RESULTS IN INDIVIDUALITY OF STYLE — AND THAT WOMAN IS SMARTEST” WHO WEARS THE MOST BECOMING CLOTHES A Misses’ S ioft-ExcIusivei}’ for Young Women — is just one feature of our organization FRANK R. JELLEFF, Inc. 1216 F. Street, N. W. Washington, D. C. Sa;y It With Flowers j SHED 1852 COOKE, Florist jlTYNE SONS | Mgr £ NERS AND ENGRAVERS ET NORTHWEST |gton, D. c. 1707-1709 Connecticut Avenue Telephone Potomac No. 24 j J. V. MULLIGAN COLLEGE, SCHOOL AND FRATERNITY JEWELER CUPS, PLAQUES AND MEDALS 11 10 F STREET N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. Smart Shoes £ evcrij ' Piirpnse The Ctli Club Shop ' of dT 4 Other Stores wVashui t on MRS. OR MSB Y McCAMMON jated kND AVENUE j Ir inspection of their N CHILDREN’S AND TAREL DEBUTANTES R ESSES SCHOOL GIRLS ' CLOTHES A SPECIALTY Compliments of DUPONT FLOWER SHOP DUPONT CIRCLE Compliments of J. E. MAXWELL, Jr. Franklin 5260 . 4641 WASHINGTON, D. C. Say It With Flowers COOKE, Florist The Valley Ranch trJ lazy an SADDLE TRIP in the ROCKIES FOR VOUNQ LADIES 1707-1709 Connecticut Avenue Telephone Potomac No, 24 | i uiowstone in anon a i i arK Wyoming Big Game Country Teton Mountains Cody Stampede July - August For Bo oh lei Address JULIAN S- BRYAN, Director 1 VALLEY RANCH CO- 70 EAST 45th ST. A A NEW YORK li! mi L . J Odd Thmgs Not Found Elsewhere ■4 m Q H. Javin Su Son i Dealers in | BERRY WHITMORE CO. Fish and Poultry Diamonds Sea Foods Watches Jewelry ■ ■ E Stationery ■ 2 m m Engraving F and 11th Streets WASHINGTON, D. C. Center Market Phone 4545 4546 if £■ Washington, D. C. J. H. SMALL SONS “Luxurious Economy FLORISTS and Landscape Contractors | Shoes of superlative quality i exclusive in design for all 1 occasions. : Modish Hosiery [ DUPONT CIRCLE PHONE NORTH 7000 WASHINGTON, D. C. SNYDER LITTLE { Shoes and Hosiery 1211 F Street Washington, D. C. : PHONE MAIN 6953 GIFTS OF China Silver Crystal WHITE, INC. Florists LIVERY article wilt appeal to the recipient because of its useful and decora- tive quality. Whether the amount you wish to expend is or is not limited, you are assured a “distinctive selection.” 1 4th AND H STREETS, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. DU LIN MARTIN COMPANY 121547 F Sc, and 121448 G St. N. W. WASHINGTON, D, C. BUSINESS ANNOUNCEM NTS INVITATIONS FOR EVERY OCCASION PROGRAMS AND MENUS WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS BREWOOD ENGRAVERS AND STATIONERS 611 TWELFTH STREET WASHINGTON, D C. BUSINESS STATIONERY VISITING AND BUSINESS CARDS CREST AND COATS OF ARMS MONOGRAM STATIONERY - BALT MAFC ENGB R ICH’S Proper Footivear F Street at Tenth WASHINGTON, D. C. Distinctive Footwear for every occasion — the author- itative fashions demanded by discriminating dressers. If you live out of Wash- ington write for booklet. REEVES CHOCOLATES 1209 F STREET WASHINGTON, D. C. National : Luxurious Economy ' City Dairy 1 Washington, D. C. Shoes of superlative quality : exclusive in design for all Wholesalers occasions } Modish Hosiery : Butter, Eggs and Cheese SNYDER LITTLE j Shoes and Hosiery 1211 F Street Washington, D C- WAUKEELA CAMP zjfsb FOR GIRLS Conway, New Hampshire A Shop of Individuality Fashions for every occasion await your selection Charm- Florists mg Dresses for day and even- ing wear Handsome Coats and Wraps, Rich Furs, Smart Hats, Sport Suits and Sweaters, Blouses and Novelties W 14 th AND H STREETS, N. W 1 WASHINGTON, D. C. i [217 Conn. Ave Washington, D C BUSINESS ANN0UNCEM NTS INVITATIONS FOR EVERY OCCASION PROGRAMS AND MENUS WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS BREWOOD ENGRAVERS AND STATIONERS 611 TWELFTH STREET WASHINGTON, D. C. BUSINESS STATIONERY VISITING AND BUSINESS CARDS CREST AND COATS OF ARMS MONOGRAM STATIONERY FRANKLIN CO. Opticians 1329 F STREET, N. W. WASHINGTON, D . C. r PRESBYTERIAN STANDARD PUBLISHING CO. C WAR LOTTE . N . OVH0UNA and equipment that is selected with a view to the quality it will produce, vve arc especially fitted to execute the very hesi of high class printing. We are not concerned with pro- ducing just printing but ivc arc concerned with producing good pointing in all of its several phases — typography, press work and binding. Under the supervision of an ex- perienced artist, we operate a Commercial Art Department where your thoughts can he ex- pressed in pictures that are more forceful than words alone. Ask ns how we can r ti ve you.