Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

Text from Pages 1 - 172 of the 1926 volume:

®tje Cupola VOL. IV. MT. VERNON SEMINARY WASHINGTON, D. C. 1926 4 oF?£ A t b TABLE OF CONTENTS Pictures of Chapel Editorial ' Calendar 9 Faculty 10 Cupola Staff 1- Senior Class 14 Junior Class 34 White Class 36 Yellow Class 38 Literature 41 School Events 77 Dramatics 87 Athletics 97 Clubs 109 Art 121 Jokes 125 Student Body 132 Advertisements 137 6 EDITORIAL HERE is scarcely a girl. I suppose, who has not embarked upon the great adventure of going to boarding school without a more or less clear idea of the mischievous fun she is going to have. Every girl has, at one time or another, eagerly followed the escapades of some beautiful heroine of fiction, and firmly resolved that she will be just such a lovable young rogue when the fatal day of incar- ceration at last arrives. In some institutions, perhaps, the students do live the life of tabled abandon, but at M. V. S. such is not the case. Any attempts made to tread the primrose path of dalliance are viewed here with high disfavor, and life for the courageous offender becomes so miserable in countless little ways that the game seems hardly worth the candle. There is more fun within the law at M. V. S. than outside it. and vastly more freedom. This is not a conventional opinion, but is an honest Conviction formed after seven years of boarding school, a good many of which were spent on the wrong side of the fence in the dense shade of disapproval cast by the powers that be and were. However, we agree with even the most lax of students that school, just plain, unadulterated school, with nothing to break the monotony, becomes, in a short time, the deadliest of bores. It is not the pursuit of learning that makes life in a boarding school possible and even delight - ful despite the omnipotence and omnipresence of the Hand Rook and a marking committee. It is the extra-curriculum activities in which one becomes engaged that makes one agree, although silently, with the time- worn phrase of the aged and experienced Olympians: “School days arc the happiest, my dear.” It is the plays, the athletics, the student publica- tions that supplement and enrich the dawn to dusk struggle for wisdom and knowledge, and it is the measure of one ' s success in these undertak- ings that determine one’s importance in the group. One of the most interesting and time-demanding phases of these activities is the student publications. “The Cupola” is the only one of which M. V. S. boasts at present, but so rapidly has it grown during its four short years of ink and paper existence that the future seems prom- iseful of greater things. “The Cupola is a review of the year touching briefly the high points in the dramatic, artistic, social, and athletic activities which occupy so fully our time from October to May. 7 A year book may or may not be of great value and credit to a school. The thing that assures it success, and without which it cannot long continue, is the interested and united backing of the entire school. It is your book, and on you, individually, its success or failure depends. If you put a girl on the staff because she is pretty or because she is popular, when you know her ability in this sort of work is nil; if you elect a staff, and then forget them and their work until the finished volume is in your hands; if, in other words, you do not take a vital, active interest in the book that may be just as much yours as you care to make it — then you will be forcing the publication of a poor book which will eventually lead to a failure. While it is true that not every- one can write even student articles, vet there is not one who is unable to contribute in at least a small wav. “The Cupola endeavors to reproduce as nearly as possible the spirit of the school, and, as you are the school, you add or detract, as the case may be, to what, after fifty years, we so justly acclaim, as the “Spirit of M. V. S. And so we appeal to you for your interest, if for nothing more, in “The Cupola of the future. This is the least and yet, in a sense, the greatest way in which you may aid in making it the book you desire it to be. It has been the object of the present board to make this year’s “Cupola not only a success, but a success founded on the broad and lasting basis of general interest. In omitting the dedication this year, we have desired to establish no precedent but merely to leave the matter an open question for each succeeding board to decide as they may think best. If the three previous volumes have been more or less introductory, we feel that with this one the character of “The Cupola” has actually begun to take shape, and, as it passes from our hands to yours, it bears with it our affection and interest born of time and effort spent in its behalf, and the fond hope that you will, in the future, correct its mis- takes, improve on its achievements, and make of it a thing of real interest and value to M. V. S. Alice V. Campbell, Editor-in-Chief. SCHOOL CALENDAR FOR THE YEAR 1925-1926 T uesday, October 6 — Arrival of Students Saturday, October 10 — Entertainment Given by Old Girls Saturday, October 17 — Senior House Warming Saturday, October 24 — Junior Vaudeville Tuesday, October 27 — Walter Pritchard Eaton on “School for Scandal” Saturday, October 31 — Hallowe’en Thursday, November 5 — Founder’s Day Sunday, November 15 — Mrs. Brosius’ Harp Recital Friday, November 20 — Katherine Dreir on Modern Art Saturday, December 5 — Senior Play Sunday, December 13 — Musicale Tuesday, December 15 — Christmas Party Friday, January 8 — National String Quartet Sunday, January 17 — Mrs. Gertrude Knox Wells on East Colleges Near Friday, January 29 — Isaac Minovitch Friday, February 5 — Frances Nash’s Recital Saturday, February 6 — Illustrated Lecture on Stars by B. R. Baumgardt Friday, February 12 — Valentine Party Monday, February 22 — Junior Play Saturday, February 27 — Varsity Game: Madeira vs. M. N I. S. Sunday, February 28 — Recital Saturday, March 6 — White Class Plays Friday, March 12 — Expression Recital Saturday, March 13 — French Play Saturday, March 20 — Yellow Class Plays Sunday, March 21 — Musicale Wednesday, March 24 — Easter Vacation Begins Thursday, May ( — Junior-Senior Banquet Wednesday, May 26 — Commencement 9 FACULTY Miss Jean Dean Cole Miss Wilfr-ed a J. Messenger Miss Katherine Hill Miss H. Grace Brouse Miss Frances De Villa Ball Miss Margaret Barber Mrs. Annie M. Baylis Miss Catherine S. Blakeslee Mrs. Edythe M arm ion Brosius Miss Beulah James Carpenter Miss Grace E. Carroll Miss Frances Chickering Miss Constance Churchyard Miss Frances A. Davis Miss Alice E. Edwards Miss Rebecca Elting Mrs. Nell Enders Miss Maude Frances Miss ). Lorn a Guard Miss Mildred Hanna Miss Elizabeth Alger Hillyar Miss Alice B. Hopkins Mrss Marian Kleps Miss Evelyn Mallard Miss Elizabeth F. Mann Mrss Louisa J. Martin Mrs. Charlotte G. McAllister Mrs. Netta C. Murphey Mrs. Adela Kleinschmidt-Payne M ADAME ElEONORE PELTIER Miss Elsa Louise Rainer Mrs. Alys M. Rickett Miss Adelaide Schmitt hen nek Miss Margaret M. Slauson Miss Allene Stuart Mlle. Henrietta Toureillk Miss Alice M. Trippett Miss Harriet B. Walker 11 CUPOLA STAFF Faculty Advisers Miss Barber, Miss Carpenter, Miss Churchyard Editor-in-Chicf Alice Campbell Assistant Editor Jean Barker Advertising Manager Florence Bircii Business Manager Caroline Sweeney Literary Editor Miranda Boyd Assistant Literary Editor Janet Gardner Art Editor Marie Horst Athletic Editor Mary Cunningham Assistant Athletic Editor Elizabeth Bennett Joke Editor Palmer Dallis Dramatic Editor Mary Louise Gaut Photograph Editor Helen Raynor Miss Constancy: Churchyard Class Mother SENIOR CLASS Class Motto: Esse Ouam Videri CLASS OF1 President _ Vice-President _ _ _ _ _ __ __ _ Secretary. _ Class Flower: Ward Rose FICERS Treasurer _ _ Elizabeth Ben n ktt Eleanor Hayden Florence Birch Dorothy Koenig Alice Cam pbell Eleanor Marsh Blanche Daggett Esther Myers Elizabeth Davison Helen Raynor Cat h er i n e DeA r m o n d Caroline Sweeney Mary Louise Gait Florence Woodward Pauline Gai t Anne Young Eleanore Haigh Ken ate Zimmers 14 mat El I Z A B KT II B E N N ETT San Antonio, Texas Four Years “Ben Optima, ’25-’26 Secretary of Optima, ’26 Assistant Athletic Editor of Cupola, ’25-’26 Swimming, ’23-’24 (Manager, ’24-’26) Basketball, ’23-’24, ’25-’26 Dramatics, ’24-’25-’26 Class Lamentor, 26 Vice-President of Junior Class, ’25 Vice-President of Yellow Class, ’24 Baseball, ’23 Track Manager for Yellow Class, ’23 Yellow Class Clear as a brook Flowing over smooth, fine stones; Changed only on the surface By the riffle of the wind 16 Florence W. Birch “Flopsie I .ansdowne, Pennsylvania Three Years Optima, 24-’26-’26 Vice-President of ( )ptima, 26 French Club, ' 25 - ' 26 President of French Club, ’26 Advertising Manager of Cupola, ' 26 Dramatics, ’24-’25-’26 Class Will and Testament, ' 26 Vice-President of Lend-A-Hand Society, ' 25 Basketball. ’24-’25 Toastmistress Junior Banquet, ' 25 Commencement Play, 25 White Class Like marble Strangely cool Stately and fair U amoved — aloof 17 Alice V. Campbell “Air St. Joseph, Missouri Two Years Optima. 25-’26 Editor-in-Chief of Cupola, ’26 Walking Club, ' 26 I )ramatics, ’25-’26 Basketball, ’25- ' 26 Junior Banquet Speeches. ’25-’26 Literary Editor of Cupola, ' 25 Commencement Play, ’25-’26 Class Statistician, ’26 Clear cut and fine as a cameo , Finn as its substance, As keen as its carving , Brilliant as its beauty; Yet warm, appealing IS Blanche Daggett Niagara Falls, New York Four Years President of Lend -A-H and Society, 26 Dramatics, 26 Captain Senior Gym Team. ’26 Vice-President of Domestic Science, ’25 Yellow Class Like a floating water lily Opening in the sun , Exhaling a faint per funic To greet the passer by 19 Elizabeth Davison Libby” Flint, Michigan Four Years President of Optima, ’26 Optima, ’24-’25-’26 President of Junior Class, ’25 Dramatics. ’23-’24-’26 Yellow Class, ’23-’24 Commencement Play, ’24 A winning personality Touched with humor. Capable of laughter Yet firm and decided 20 Catherine DeArmond “Kay” Washington, D. C. Three Years Swimming Team, ’25 Commencement Play, 25 A limpid stream Meandering through the country Taking what comes. Rejoicing in the present Mary Louise Gaut “M. L” Louisville, Kentucky Tivo Years Optima, ’26 Varsity Basketball, ' 26 Basketball, ’25-26 Dramatic Editor of Cupola, ’26 Secretary of Lend-. -l land, ' 26 Walking Club, ' 25-26 Commencement Play. ' 25-26 Swimming Team, ' 26 Always a gay word , Enthusiastic , invigorating. Like crisp russet leaves, and, Marigolds in an earthen jar 22 Pauline Gaut “Paid” Knoxville, Tennessee Tzvo Years Walking Club President, ’26 Walking Club, ' 2S-’26 Vice-President Red Cross Council, ' 2 6 Glee Club, 26 Choir, ’26 Captain of Swimming Team, ’26 Swimming Team. ' 25- 26 Commencement Play, ’25 Optima, ’26 Clear and f urc as the flame of a tall white taper Blown passionately about by the wind. Intensely true to each , Flamingly vivid — burningly sincere 23 El” West Roxbury, Massachusetts Tzvo Years Senior Class President, ’26 ( )ptima, ’25-’26 French Club, 25-’26 Vice-President of French Club, ’26 Choir. ' 25- ' 26 Glee Club, ' 25 Class 1 1 istorian, ’26 Fall Tennis Champion, ’25 Self-contained and calm. A coo chrysanthemum On a supple stem Diffusing charm, joy and dignity Eleanor Hayden “El” New York City, New York Three Years ( )ptima, ' 25-26 President Athletic Association. 26 Varsity Basketball Team, and Manager, 26 Basketball, and Captain, ’24- 25-’26 Basketball Manager. ’25 Treasurer Athletic Association, 25 Treasurer Lend-A-Hand Society. 26 Dramatics, ’24-’25- 26 Choir. ’25-’26 Commencement Plav, 25-’26 Choral Club, ’24-’25 White Class Athletic Editor of Cupola, ’24- 25 Determined and firm, Addressing life as she does the ball . ( 1 ns paring yet hind , Artistic and gifted 25 Dorothy Koenig “Dot” Sioux Falls, South Dakota Tcvo Years Gym Team, ’26 Like a faint pink carnation In a clear glass vase, She hides nothing, Pretends nothing 26 Eleanor Marsh Billie 9 New Bradford, Massachusetts Tzvo Years Secretary Senior Class, ’26 Varsity Basketball, ’26 President of Cdee Club, ’26 Choir, ' 25-’26 Swimming Team, ’26 Manager Swimming Team, y 25 Basketball, ’25-’26 Optima, ’26 As alert as a small sparrow. Endowed with a silver voice , Adorned with sunny plumage Ever twittering 27 Two Years Choir, ' 25- ' 26 Glee Club, ’25-’26 Chairman of Property Committee, 26 Assistant Choir Librarian. ’ 26 Commencement Play, ’25 Bright yellow and flaunting green Prodigally generous. Warm, demonstrative , musical 28 Helen Raynor “Hcllie” Montclair, New Jersey Two Years Optima, ’26 President of Tea House Association. ’26 Vice-President of Lend-a-lland Society, ’26 Photographic Editor of Cupola, ’26 Secretary of Junior Class. ’25 Sea winds and pink arbutus. Ref resiling, quick to sec and feel 29 « Caroline Sween ey “Mike” Indianapolis, Indiana Two Years Optima, ’26 Senior Class Treasurer, ’26 Swimming Team, ’26 Choir. ’26 Cupola Business Manager, ’26 Glee Club, ’2S-26 Class Prophet, ’26 Dramatics, ’25-’26 Junior Banquet Speech, ’25 Junior Class Treasurer, ’25 Varsity Cheer Leader, ’25-’26 Commencement Play, ’25-’26 As joyful as apple blossoms , Exhaling good zvill; Ruddy as its fruit. A brave philosopher 30 Ff .OR 12 N T C E W 0 DWARD “Florrie” Owosso, Michigan Two Years Walking Club, ' 26 Kindly and loving ; The temperament of an artist Making lovely what she touches. Calm, uncomplaining Anne Young “Annie Omaha, Nebraska Tzvo Years Optima, ’25-26 Walking Club, ’26 Basketball, ’26 Dramatics, ’25-’26 Swimming Team, ’ 25-26 Commencement Plav, ' 26-26 Naively simple . As unstudied as a daisy ; Ever cheerful Yet prone to moods 32 Renate Zim mers Dolly Milwaukee, Wisconsin Tivo Years Optima, 26-’26 Treasurer of Optima, ’26 Senior Class Vice-President, ’26 French Club, ’26 Choir Librarian, ’26 Choir, ’26-’26 Glee Club, ’25-’26 Junior Banquet Speech. ’26 Dramatics, ’25-’26 Commencement Play, ’25 Tazcny hair ami dim pics Pale blue and silver , Dignified but loving. Ever the same 33 Miss Beulah James Carpenter Class Mother Class Motto: “Achieve the honorable” Class Flower: Claude Prenet Rose JUNIOR CLASS CLASS OFFICERS Prcsi dent Gen ev r e v e Stevvar t Vice-President Jean Barker Secretary Elizabeth Council Treasurer Mary Cunningham Mary Lillian Adams Janet Gardner Janet Sanders Jane Armstrong Kathryn Hawk.es Kathleen Sheldon Jean Barker Lois Lasater Judith Spencer Miranda Boyd Wilma McFarland Genevieve Stewart Elizabeth Council Janet McKinney Mary Thomas Mary Cunningham Beatrice Masterson Dorothy Thomson Palmer Dallis Margaret Meyer Evaline Thomson Gretchen Dish on g Jane Oliver Louise Wende Odessa Erhard Margaret Rumsey Clarissa White Katherine Ferguson Eleanor Weir 35 35 Miss Rebecca Fltinu, Class Mother WHITE CLASS CLASS OFFICERS Jane F LORA I Ielen Groetzinger Jean Hammer President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Sue Beckwith Marion Bentley Eleanor Bessell Betty Bettison Elizabeth Born Frances Cocroft Ruth Crabbs Margaret Dawes Mary Dawes Catherine Dominick May Dunlap Elizabeth Emery Eleanor French Kathleen Gannon Virginia I Iarris Louise Hassel Priscilla Hi g i n bot i i a m Flora 1 Iollingswortii Madge Jarratt Frances Johnston Margaret Johnson Constance Jones Alice Kimball A n nett Kirk Quilhot Mary Dawes I Killings wort n Frances Cocroft Barbara Kirkwood Marjorie Mallory Phyllis Mitchell Agnes Morris Mary Ann Peacock Beatrice Pier Mary Pope Jane Quilhot Jean Redick Elizabeth Roberts Eleanor Rowe Margaret M. Sm ith Mary Woolfolk Laurenf. Walker Miss Harriet B. Walker Class Mother YELLOW CLASS class Officers Helen Hopper Eleanor Voorhees Sibyl Clevela nd Peggy Jeffery President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Katherine Archibald Kathryn Bavinger E vc , e N t e Hour n igr k Mary Boyd Jessie Clark Sibyl Cleveland Evelyn Comstock Margaret Crouch Margaret I )entqn Marjorie Evatt JULTANNE FqSHAY Janet Gailey J eannette Gen i us Phyllis Goodnow Miriam Grosvenor Mary Eleanor Hanna Ann IIearne Georgia Hencken Marguerite I Ierrick Shirley Hobbins Helen Hopper M arie I Iorst Peggy Jeffery Marion Kennedy Martha Lewis Eleanor Linn 39 Katherine Ludlum Eleanor Miller Adaline Morrison Margaret Murphy Frances Price Jane Reilly Miriam Robertson Betty-Wynn Rugee Margaret V. Sm ith Sii irley Swope Anne Thompson Margaret Jean Verran Eleanor Voorhees Jane Wallace That dulls my ache, My weariness. They are like a still sea — your eyes. Calm, deep, cool, They search me Hut say nothing’. Perhaps like the sea. they are treacherous — Only waiting to lead me Jntd a greater unrest ; Could I lose my soul in your eyes? J wonder. Wilma McFarland. CORA I .-COLO R ED 1 . UC K R AIN had been falling in torrents till the streets were like shiny lakes, and the passing cars splattered unmercifully the hurry- ing pedestrians. It was evening, and since the hour of five, streams of human beings, weary yet happy at a day’s work done, had descended to earth from sky-scraper heights, to swell the rain-drenched crowd. Insignificant among the homeward bound throng, little Miss Sarah Allen threaded her way towards the tiny bedroom, three flights up, which she and a friend called home. Miss Allen was a thin, middle- aged seamstress, who, every day, rain or shine, got up at six o’clock in the morning. After making herself a cup of weak coffee and a slice of toast, putting on her well brushed, threadbare little coat, walking down long flights of dark stairs, she was usually cheerful enough and ready to meet her daily tasks. As Miss Allen walked home that April evening, she was thinking so deeply that she didn ' t even notice the slush and puddles of the street. Her pinched features were drawn into little wrinkles, for she was wor- rying how best she could spend her few well earned dollars for a present lor Lucile, her friend, whose birthday was hut a few days off. Every year the debatable subject of the present was gone over and over. But this year it seemed impossible to hit upon the right thing — not that Lucile had so much of this world’s goods already that it was hard for her to receive more; it was quite the reverse, the poor little lady had so little that it took a diplomatic mind to find out the most needed thing of the moment. Miss Sarah was too tired to be diplomatic. She was of a most meek nature, hut sometimes, like tonight, her feelings rebelled and she demanded of herself why she and Lucile should always exchange such everlastingly useful presents when their souls were longing for something gay. As Miss Allen pressed towards her crowded subway, she felt weary in body and soul. Everything had gone wrong that day, and she was utterly tired out. As she was jostled and pushed down the subway stair- case. an indescribable longing came over her, to get away from all the deafening roar, and live on a quiet country street, shaded by spreading elms, while the sweet fragrance of an old-fashioned gently on the breeze. She slipped a hit, twisting her ankle brought her hack to herself, and she thought of her room was probably waiting for her. On one side, the cots half hidden by a screen, on the other side two chairs and a table which held their immedi ate necessities; that was her home. God! why was it fair that half the world should throw away their lives in holes like that while so many women lived in their mansions! The little seamstress had been walking aimlessly since leaving the subway, and now found herself, not on her usual route, but in a neigh- borhood of small shops — junk shops, most of them. The bright colored trinkets offered for sale caught her eye. and she stopped to look. One window especially challenged her, for in it she saw something for which all her life she had had the greatest desire. It was a string of coral beads made up of three strands caught together with a heavy gold clasp. She felt she would give anything in the world to run her hands over those lustrous beads. She had never seen such coral! She had a mad desire to break the glass and catch them up and run away. For long moments she stood there till at last she came to herself and. looking round, saw the other goods displayed. In one corner of a tray was a pin made of gold wire set with tiny seed pearls ; she knew then what she wanted for Lucile. She walked into the shop, the door closing behind her on creaking hinges. The room was dark; she could hardly see. A short, dirty man behind the counter was rubbing his hands together and smiling in a fat. ingratiating manner. What would she care to see? ( )h yes ! the beauti lul coral — and the pin. Yes! Madame has such a quick eye to pick out the best things in the shop. He produced the pair and laid them on the table. To the woman’s hungry eyes they gleamed tauntingly; she was carried away by the glint of the coral as the beads fell softly through her fingers. She felt as if she had never longed for anything in her life as she longed for these bits of jewelry. She at last asked the price in a faltering manner and was stunned by the answer. She shook her head, but continued to gaze 43 at the jewels which seemed to hypnotize her. The fat man smiled and mentioned a bargain: with trembling fingers Miss Sarah laid a month ' s hard earned wages on the scratched glass of the counter. Having done so, she turned, and. clutching her small package, walked with unsteady steps out into the daylight, for it was still daylight ; the clouds seemed to have lifted a bit. On reaching her bare room, the little seamstress feverishly untied the string and. as the contents of the crinkled paper fell into her hand, a shudder of fright crept over her. Was this what she had changed for the toil of one long month? The money which was to pay for rent and fuel gone on pure pleasure Had she been mad? Sensations of remorse and guilt passed through her mind, and a sense of unfairness to Lucile sickened her; Lucile would have to carry a heavier burden that month. Should she take them and sell them again? Little Miss Allen wavered; then a picture of Mrs. Elliot, for whom she had sewed that day, swathed in jewels, came to her mind; she straightened up and felt the lovely things in her lap with the pride and air of an owner. She wrapped the pin up carefully and gave it to Lucile on her birth day; she herself that evening was wearing a string of coral beads. Years passed. Miss Allen’s hair had grown grayer, and her face had grown thinner, while a weary look in her eyes suggested the worries of a narrow life. But she still had her coral beads, and when she glanced at them, they held her fascinated, reassured. She was noticing, how- ever. of late, that they seemed to be growing lighter; a curious trans- parency was showing in places. This discovery tantalized and worried Miss Sarah. It suddenly dawned on her that the string of coral beads which had so enthralled her, and helped to cheer her all these years, was nothing but lake — fake — pale, cheap stones, painted a gorgeous coral red. With the realization she felt sick — felt herself old. And then came a desperate desire to do something about it — but what — perhaps i f she took them back — . . . And then one day she returned to the little shop. She found the short, dirty man’s successor and showed him her once prized possession — was there anything he could do about it? The man behind the counter looked at the string through narrowed eyes, 44 stared at Miss Allen a moment, then promising to let her hear from him shortly, bowed her from the shop. One week passed, then one morning as she was about to set out on her day’s work. Miss Allen was accosted by the janitor, who handed her an important looking letter, all covered with stamps. Her heart flut- tered as her mind groped after the light that would explain this unprece- dented occurrence. With trembling hands she tore open the envelope, and fixing her glasses tighter on her nose, the seamstress, standing in the cold gray light which filtered in through a grimy window, read the letter : Dear Madame : We have the honor to acquaint you with the fact that you are the possessor of a most rare treasure. The jewels you left with Messrs. Schmidt and Co., have been turn ed over to us, and have now been identified as a long sought string of pink pearls. We have every reason to believe that they were pre- sented to Marie Antoinette by a courtier of France at the time of her coronation, for on a hidden part of the clasp appear the almost obliterated letters, L de Pa M. A. ; and the crest is that of the Queen. We beg that you will authorize us what you wish done with the string. In the meantime we are commissioned to offer you, in case you would consider parting with the pearls, the price of ninety-five thousand dollars. Hoping to hear from you in the near future, we are Your obedient servants, BALL, BLACK CO. Georgia I Ien ken. OUR EXPRESS f ON CLASS E XPRESSION. according to Miss Frances, “is not ‘Expression’ at all! There is not a more delusive word in the English lan- guage, for expression implies the commonplace, and, as those privileged to membership in this class know, there is nothing commonplace whatever, about either the class, or its pursuits. Into its two, weekly, half-hour periods, are crammed, by some mystic force, the development and amazing growth of lovely voices. ( most necessary to a lady according to one of Miss Cole’s well-known quotations), as well as pleasant faces radiating clear, organized thought, and posture that might even meet with Miss Stuart’s approval ! In short, this expression class would seem to be a complete preparatory course for life in any of its phases — but let us glance at its mechanism during a period of production. The hell has rung, and the class is assembled, the “reliables” in the I rout row, who have prepared their speeches and are serenely gazing out of the window; and the rest of the class, perched on the side of the gym against a radiator, panic-stricken and wide-eyed, hoarsely demanding to know “What is the assignment?” and superfluously adding that “they haven’t done it !” The roll is taken quickly. It is a small class, and each member is thereby given ample time to speak. This period of time, how- ever, includes: 15 seconds to carefully place one’s book under the chair. 5 seconds to take a last, desperate glance at a maddeningly inadequate outline, and whisper “help” to one’s next-door neighbor, 10 seconds for a painful breath, and a pleading glance at Miss Frances (invariably unrewarded ) — and the desperate plunge: The talk has begun and with it. action in the back row — Notes are now in order, and explosive giggles occur, followed in rapid succession by the turning of heads, the creaking of chairs, and the dropping of several books, theme pads, and forbidden mail, but a glance from Miss Frances, plus a significant pause from the infuriated and miserable speaker, instantly quells this disturbance. Law and order reign for a few disconcerting moments, then the tension is broken by a yawn — some one puts her arm in a bored but consoling man- ner along the back of the next chair. It is more comfortable and satis- factory, thus. The “talk is meanwhile progressing with difficulty. There seems to be a slightly confused condition in the mind of the 46 speaker as to logical sequence of thought, and the sentence structure, one may tell from Miss Frances’ brow, is not quite as it would have been, had it enjoyed a longer period of preparation. At length, words cease altogether, and a forlorn, repentant bit of uniformed humanity queries Shall 1 sit down?” Jt seems that this is the wisest plan, and the above- mentioned disappears from view, with a rather unsuccessful but would- be brave smile. Silence ? The speaker tugs nervously at her tie, under Miss Frances’ accusing gaze, anticipating — and receiving no kindly praise. Instead one catches a wrathy murmur of Twaddle! mere twaddle, immature thinking. twaddle : Now next time, those girls who were unprepared today, will give me a talk, not just so many empty, meaningless words strung together, but a logical, intelligent — BELL! M I R 1 A M GrOSVKXOR. HYMNS A T church, when the service is long, and dull, l rather enjoy watching the types of men who attend. One of these often found in the country church at home is the neighborhood type, who towers above everyone else in the congregation with his enormous lumbering shoulders. He is obviously dressed in his best Sunday suit, a grey suit, and his shoes, with bumpy round toes, have been polished just that morning. Must 1 be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease? His voice booms out slightly off-key both with the arduous, and the worship of God. My imagination runs wild. I see him floating through space on a huge bunch of buttercups, amid many little butter- cups. J hope he gets to heaven. Alice Cary Kimball. 47 ON MEMORIZING POETRY W HEN I was very young, 1 once overheard my mother observe that I had a good memory. What special proof she had for that deduction, I have never been able to dis cover, but I took her statement for granted, and thereafter displayed my powers of retention on every possible occasion, and being an only child, such occasions were numerous. It was not until I came to M. V. S., however, that I paid the penalty of trusting a doting parent’s opinion, and learned the added folly of self-revelation, for at some period in the beginning of my academic career in this institution — in a moment of rash candor, 1 made the fatal mistake of confiding to a certain English teacher — that I had once memorized “The Essay On Man in twenty minutes. How bitterly I came to regret that statement, I alone can tell, for from that day on. all I did was to recite quantities of the classics in order that in my soul I might recognize the Shakespeariority of Shakespeare and the Miltonicness of Milton. Now it is one thing to do a spectacular stunt once in your life- time such as memorizing “The Essay On Man” in twenty minutes, but quite another to recite continuously, day after day, ten lines of somebody or other’s philosophy of beauty in the abstract. Realizing the difference, I tried to impart my discriminating knowledge to the aforesaid anonymous pedagogue, but she, like the rest of her species, put me very rapidly in my place. Being Scotch — I clung tenaciously to my point, but of course I fought a losing battle. As I recall it, the conflict in question had two outstanding campaigns which, for the sake of clear- ness. 1 shall designate as the “Paradise Lost Encounter,” and the “Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe Siege.” Now I’m perfectly wil- ling to admit that, after due search, I extracted from Milton till the promised qualities, and I was willing to leave it at that, but no — I must not only have a printed copy of the poem but a mental copy as well. I started out bravely enough, but after a few days the strain became too intense, so I called time out. Evidently my A. W. O. L. was not (). Ked, for 1 have distinct recollections of pacing circles in the Optima carpet to the tune Of man’s first disobedience” and the next day reciting a large section of the first book of Paradise Lost at a rate more rapid than the fall of Satan. 48 Uk Thus ended the first campaign. Time has somewhat assuagec pain, but the second or “Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe Siege” is too recent a defeat for me to recount it in detail. I never did like Wordsworth; 1 like him now less than ever, but I sat in class for days on end and listened to his life, his poetry, his this and his that, and behaved in a model fashion. 1 even learned some twenty or thirty lines of the divine “Prelude,” but there was a breaking point and 1 reached it when we came to “Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe.” One day 1 neglected to recite, I was sent to study hall. 1 didn ' t recite for several days; matters grew worse. The opposition became wrathful and yet more wrathful; I became panicky and yet more panicky. Her voice became a rumble, the room a torture chamber — my blood was ice. my teeth as uncontrollable as a window pane against the wind and almost as noisy in their rattling. Still I held out. Of course it couldn’t last — I knew it, so after several weeks — I sat in class one day. eyes shut, mind blank and in one deep breath “Wisdom and Spirit of the Universed it through fifty lines. The atmosphere cleared, the class progressed, and I was left a victim on the scrap heap of a lost cause. I f ever 1 gambol in Elysian Fields, I shall certainly corral some of the Immortals and have them radio the 3V1. V. S. English department to the effect that memory work is not an essential entrance requirement to heaven. Ann-: V. Cam pbku.. A N AST AS I A THE GO I D EN 1 PI AYE heard people go into ecstacies over a certain pet cat, dog, or rabbit, but when it comes to choosing an animal companion, give me the goldfish. At home my Anastasia swims to and fro, in her glass bowl by the dining-room window, moving as quietly and mechanically as an oiled hinge. She is never any trouble; for her perfect deportment and graceful bearing render her an ideal associate at all times. She is the very mistress of etiquette, and her manners are the essence of propriety and daintiness. 1 am under the impression that Anastasia never misses what is going on around her. Wherever I move, her goggly, staring eyes follow me, and I am unable to lose the feeling 49 ad ful trying to pry into my deepest thoughts. Occasion; , e seizes me and I am provoked by her continual serenity — 1 have a surging desire to clutch poor, innocent Anastasia by the neck, il a goldfish may be said to have such a thing, and choke her to death, so those watery orbs could no longer question my actions. And yet how stupid she loo ks — her mouth opening and closing in a sloth till, camel-likt fashion — but sometimes I think she knows more about: the ways of the world, in spite of her quiet guise, than many scientists with their noisy boastings. As Anastasia navigates peacefully through the waters ol her globe dwelling, showing stoical determination to take life as it comes. I obtain complete relief for my troubled soul by merely gazing at her. and watching her lazy way of existing, the delicate manner she has of waving her fins and tail, and her whimsical facial expression. Without a doubt. Aanastasia means more to me than Laddie Boy does to President Coolidge — though I have no desire to suggest a debate with him on the subject — she is wonderful, she is worth her weight in gold. El.KANOR M I I.I.KR. MIS MONUMENT M R. SYKES was pleased. His teeth would not occupy his thoughts for six months now — and then too, he had the spiteful satisfaction of knowing a tooth had been filled painlessly. Mr. Sykes had no doubt but what the dentist had put forth every effort to bring agony into the anaesthetic state on which the patient insisted, for the doctor from the first had not approved of gas for such an occasion. But dentists are proverbially wicked, so Mr. Sykes laughed inwardly at the thought of having fooled the man so thoroughly — for pain had not even been suggested in the dream he had had. No indeed ! it had lifted him to higher spheres, and he had experi- enced an airy lightness as remarkable as it was pleasurable to a man of such sturdy build. Mr. Sykes had felt himself floating over a little country town — the place of his birth — clad in flowing garments of white. Down he looked, and saw a dozen men in princely garments, followed by thousands of 50 more common people, march into the cemetery and lay wreaths of gor- geous roses at the foot of an enormous tombstone. Mr. Sykes gently propelled himself forward out of curiosity to see to whom such kings were paying homage. “George Bernard Sykes large letters told him : and the patient awoke with a start. As he trudged homewards, he thought of that dream — and sud- denly he felt that he had seen a vision. It was not long before this chance observance became a conviction ; and in the days that followed, his frequent spells of dizziness, which physicians had blamed on high blood pressure caused by an excess weight of fifty or sixty pounds, he knew as confirmations of that conviction. He realized that perhaps to some people the thought of building a tomb to oneself, before one’s death, might seem a hit eccentric — but he knew that it was an ancient Chinese custom, and it appeared to him very wise. Chicago’s leading architects were consulted, and plan after plan was submitted for his approval. Feverishly he went about the work of selecting a suitable monument — for such he has always called it — and eventually a design was brought to him that completely entranced him. Quickly the greatest authorities were notified of the signal honor in store for them, and labor was started. Rose bushes were selected and set aside — and in two months, towards the month of June, the monument was near i ng completi on . It had taken a long time, but Mr. Sykes was pleased with the results. This, the crowning heritage of the ages, was a gift, a memorial worthy of such a man. Huge in size, oblong in shape it was; one side smooth, the other rough, and it was on the latter that George Bernard Sykes” was wrought in great letters. Then, one day, it occurred to him that it would be a splendid idea to surprise his aunt with a visit, a day or two after the arrival of his monu- ment. Fifteen years had passed since he had seen her last — and. too. this was an adequate opportunity to bask in the homage of his home town. Images grew before him; he saw the train pull into the city nearest that village — transcontinental roads did not pass through the place of his birth — he saw himself dismount amid the flattering silence of a large committee sent to meet this honored townsman, and finally his 51 journey from the city depot to his town, a path of roses trampled ' neath the hoofs of champing steeds that drew his bedecked and triumphant chariot. And not the least of this vision was a gay band that met him with “Hail, the Conquering Hero Conies.” and the scorn with which he met the obsequious pleas of boyhood enemies, to be allowed to scrape the mud from Mr. Sykes’ shoes. The thought obsessed him more and more, and at last a fitting an- nouncement to his aunt of his impending visit came to mind. He knew that, having written her when work on the monument was first started, this decision was of too recent a date to warrant any discovery of it by her. In fact, his last letter had spoken of little besides the monument, of his belief that people often let these things go too long, and of his high blood pressure. Mr. Sykes had exaggerated the seriousness of the latter tremendously, and on purpose, because his aunt had criticized his choice in stationery, which fact lie had heartily resented. So Mr. Sykes decided on the date of his departure, and consequently, of his arrival, and called up the society column of the newspaper in order to give the staff correct data and wording. His announcement was: “Mr. Ceorge Bernard Sykes, esteemed professor of this city, returns to the place of his birth. Grant in New York, on July 10th. He will reach his destina- tion the following day at noon.” He had timed himself so well that a copy of this edition could be sent to his home, and would arrive — with the monument — two days before he himself would. That being done, Mr. Sykes instructed the tombstone company to send the monument at once, and have their agents notify his aunt of its arrival. When all these important details had been arranged in a man- ner designed to especially impress Grant, Mr. Sykes packed his trunk, his bags, and awaited the fatal day. Finally the hour came, and George Bernard Sykes pulled out of the station in ecstatic anticipation. The jaunty tilt of a checkered cap, which he wore constantly on train trips, was arresting — and this appear- ance was not belied by bis air of enthusiastic importance. For an hour or so he occupied his section quietly, merely twiddling his thumbs and beaming out on the flying scenery. To tell the truth, the beauty of the latter was doubtful, for Chicago’s coal yards and tenements have never been noted for artistic value. So Mr. Sykes’ enraptured silence proved 52 the abstract matter of his thoughts. Then suddenly his expression changed, idle dreams were dropped for a moment when the realization came upon him that only a day remained before his admiring home town would greet him and he had no speech ! What could he say that would uplift them to greater appreciation and yet retain a distance between them? Hut still, he pondered, attaining the first would also be gaining the last, for certainly the more they realized his superiority to the com- mon herd, the more they would realize their own inferiority. For a few moments he concentrated his intellectual powers towards this end. think- ing of his words and method of treating the matter. He rather hoped they would not applaud, for there came to mind the memory of Lincoln’s Gettysburg oration, and the unbroken silence of a multitude that was too moved by the great thought to materially express approval of those words. And this decided the length of the Sykes masterpiece. After some time, his pen stopped moving, and he read over the words that were formed to inspire to greater heights the people of his birthplace : ‘ ' Friends of a happy childhood, today 1 come to you again — happy with joyous memories of you, and with the thought that despite honors conferred upon me by the world, 1 return the simple boy you loved. National glory can never spoil the truly great, so I bring to you the enthusiasm of boyhood days, only intensified by a greater knowledge. The quarrels of my youth are forgotten in the kindly thoughts I hold for you. And when I am gone, may you say over my tomb to enquiring tourists, “This is our monument to George Bernard Sykes, who even with worldly fame, returned to help his townsmen — the primitive friends of his youth. I can ask no greater reward.” Mr. Sykes rehearsed his benign expression, his emotional tones — the last, in his mind, of course — and settled down to a little doze, with the satisfaction of him who has expended every effort towards a worthy cause. The next morning was spent in learning his words. And then, at last, he arrived at Grant — a dignified figure whose fever of excitement only shown from his blue eyes that fairly popped from behind a pair of shining nose spectacles. 53 His baggage was off, and Mr. Sykes reached the bottom step of the car. He extended his hand benevolently — “Friends — lie began, when suddenly a grating voice shouted All aboard !” in his surprised ear, and George Bernard Sykes was rudely pushed to the station platform. 1 lis aunt, and a buxom woman, advanced heavily draped in black. W here was the committee? the band? George! his aunt spoke sharply. We thought you were dead! What does this mean? — your high blood pressure, and that hideous tombstone! Come, bring your bags! There is no room in the car — we didn’t expect you alive. Hurry ! hurry ! get into the hearse ! ' No committee, no band with streamers living, no cheering multi- tude to welcome home their hero — another furtive glance assured Mr. Sykes of this awful truth. To what avail had he written that speech? Then suddenly, as they neared a shining Ford roadster and that lugu- brious conveyance. Mr. Sykes bethought him of the golden chariot in which he was to have ridden home. Tears sprang to his eyes. Hurry ! said his aunt. Her nephew sighed, and climbed slowly, heavily, into the hearse. PkISC! I. LA I 1 101 N HOT HAM. NEVFR AGAIN T HERE was a book among those millions of other books that fairly made me dizzy. Violent yellow spirals swirled around on its purple cover. I was hypnotized; I couldn’t help myself; 1 bought it. And thus my troubles began. When I finally regained my bewildered senses and opened the pages, I found myself the proud but astonished possessor of a volume of very modern poetry. I began to read. The first poem was peculiar; the second poem was ambiguous; the third contented itself with three short lines that didn’t mean anything at all. This is the fourth one: Honkv Tonic in Cleveland, Ohio.” It’s a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes. 54 The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snor The banjo tickles and titters too awful. The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers. The Cartoonists weep in their beer. Ship riveters talk with their feet To the feet of floozies under the tables. A quartet of white hopes mourn with interspersed snickers: “1 got the blues. I got the blues. J got the blues.” And — as we said earlier : “The cartoonists weep in their beer.” What does it mean? What are chippies and floozies? They sound like something in a children’s magazine, but no. they have something to do with ship riveters’ feet under the tables. My education seems to be sadly lacking. I never heard of them before. I never heard either of a tuba jackass. But the thing that worries me most is why the cartoonists weep in their beer. Are the floozies to blame, or do people act that way in Cleveland, Ohio? Oh ! this poem ! What is it all about? It’s driving me mad ! My brain is swirling more wildly than the crazy streaks on that wicked cover. T give up. And as for modern poetry — never again! Marik Horst. LIKE A RED RAG T HERE is a certain kind of girl in school that I detest. She is usually very pretty, but she never fails to get on the Star 1 lonor Roll every month in the year. If she did a little honest work for an hour or two a day. perhaps I could bear her. for I can for- give the poor, good-hearted little book-worms that slave all hours of the day and are thrilled to death it they make the honor roll once in a life- time like myself. But this disgraceful personage is never seen to study a moment. She avoids books as if they were poison. When you ask her how much time she spent on the French you toiled over for two hours, she gives a little gay laugh — which jars your nerves considerably. 55 and says. “Oh. I just did that in the fifteen minutes I had after getting supplies.” 1 received direct information from her room-mate that at four o’clock the afternoon before, she took off her shoes and dress, pulled the comforter up comfortably around her, read “College Humor,” dozed, stretched, yawned luxuriously, and took her bath. That night after Glee Club, she wrote specials to three of her friends and at ten minutes to ten she exclaimed, “Oh. my lessons!” and finished them all in that time. She loves to boast about it. and gives me humorous and pitying glances in class when I exhibit ten carefully written pages of algebra — all wrong. But one day. one little gleam, one little ray of hope pierced my blackest desperation; I actually discovered her studying at nine-twenty. And she declared she never studied overtime! I hate her so much that I love to think that in the eerie hours of the morning she rises softly and. with her little candle, tip-toes down the stairs to study hall and passes the long hours of the dawn in painful application. To imagine this is the only method 1 have of keeping myself from assaulting her whenever 1 see her. Mararet Dawes. 56 SPECIALS I ’ve been in school, a boarding school, for many years, you see ; I’ve been a most observing girl and so, it seems to me. Because we’ve been so spoiled at home, we’re sent away to school ; We’re poured into some uniforms and told about the rule. We should be individual, but never an exception — For that ' s the very baddest thing in all adult conception. Now I don’t mean to criticize, but this I’d like to hear. How can we be so general when Specials grin and leer? They meet us every time we move, or turn, or even stir; — But let me state — the case quite straight — an answer may occur. First of all, there is. you see, the special mail deliv’ry. It sends poor girls into a thrill and turns them red and quiv’ry ; It comes at such odd moments, too, you’re on the way to class. And as you go, some loving friends just whisper, as they pass. “Oh, say, you’ve got a special, and it’s hanging on your door.” Which makes it most intriguing when your room’s on second floor ; But the very most delightful time is when they come at night : At two of ten Rudolph brings them, and then, out goes your light. Each one of us tries level best to live as she’s commissioned. But, oh, the times we simply must be specially permissioned. Sister has a birthday which requires a little gilt : We surely must go shopping — there is no other shift ; And then there comes a note from Bob in which lie gently writes; “My darling, I must see you more, just let me know what night.” And then to poor Miss Slauson with sweet, sad face you sigh, “He’s on his way to Timbuctoo, please, may we say good-bye? Of course the’re things and things we do and these contain no kick. In fact, when they come ’round, some girls of them fall deathly sick; We go to concerts, operas, take culture in a mob. And when we miss these rare affairs you never hear a sob. But now and then some special things come ’round for us to see; The cherry blossoms bloom profuse, then there ' s the Harvard Glee, Palm Sunday takes us all to church, spring clothes a-flaunting gav. Imagine just what fun it is, green-bussing all the way. 57 These very special happenings have not all yet been told; W e have events, right here at school, whose rnem’ry leaves me cold. We have a special dancing class in which we learn the grip; We tango, waltz and two-step round, without a single trip. But best of all and oh, by far the very most exclusive There reigns the special posture class, all tortures there inclusive. 1 can not bear to speak of it for. friends, I once was in it. So if you are inclined to slouch, beware, and don’t begin it. They always say a woman spends her cash and time on clothes. Well, if that’s true, at M. Y. S. ’twill bring her many woes. We have one dress, and only one — What, do I hear you sigh? Ah yes, for those dear gowns, my friends, to all of us are nigh. That they are sweet and simple, and girlish — there’s no doubt But they ' d have been all this, and more, with several yards left out. But girls, cheer up, for we have cause to give our heartfelt thanks For he ' s not here to realize how much we look like tanks. And now 1 ask you. since you’ve heard, am 1 not in the right? How con we all be just the same when specials meet our sight ? It isn’t good psychology, and that is surely true, To expect us to be special in things we all can do. nd yet there is another thought which drives resentment out, I f it weren’t for all these specials what would we talk about ? So here’s to all our specials — with just one last word prudent. Don ' t ever ask Miss Cole to be a very special student. Alice V. Cam pbkll. CURRENT EVENTS CLASS A S regularly as Wednesday comes around, we gather in the gym- nasium to lend an eager ear to Miss Messenger, who, as her name suggests, is always the bearer of t he latest news. She is a living associated press, pathe news, and rotogravure section. The only thing in this line that we seem to be able to master is the name of our esteemed President. Two in our midst are unusually tal- ented in recalling the name of the Vice-President, but I have not yet found out their method. These same two have a most unfortunate habit 58 of acquainting us with the personal and domestic habits of some “Uncle Charlie’’ of theirs; why these disclosures should interest us is beyond my imagination. The class usually begins with an interrogation as to the most interesting item we have lately noticed in the papers. There follows such a forest of arms and flinging of hands that one is secretly glad that said appendages are securely fastened. Pupils making the gestures are gradually relieved of their burdens of information, which show a variety of opinions, to say the least. The subjects range from boot- legging to the freedom of the seas; after all, what could be more current events ? Occasionally a witticism finds its way into these recitations, and Kellogg is exhibited as the kitchen cabinet king; this being, however, a low form of wit, let us consider it as negligible. In conclusion. I can- not express the credit due, and the thanks we owe to this short period each week in which we review the troops of world topics. Janet Gardner. REHEARSALS U NTIL 1 took part in the Junior Play, and rehearsals assumed as important and fixed a place in the day ' s routine as meals. I had always attached to them a certain intangible romance. The mere idea of a well-produced play developing from a small gray manuscript and a handful of ideas, was, in itself, fascinating. Then too, rehearsals seemed to afford, to those taking part in them, such con venient loopholes of escape from the less pleasant aspects of school life. They exempted the budding young artists from attending Congress; from having a little extra seance over a long-due geometry paper; or even from expiating to its fullest extent some sin for which they had been put in Study Hall. To realize how willingly the girls devoted their precious Saturday mornings to the pursuit of dramatics was mentally to class them among those beautiful souls who sacrifice all for bigger and better art. Alas, another disillusionment awaited me! The first cloud to mar the perfect horizon presented itself on the day of the second rehearsal. Returning from posture class at four- hour. found ourselves confronted with an apparently insoluble riven: three girls, one hath tub, one-half hour. To prove: he reached by live o ' clock. In times such as these one is get that a perfect lady cannot dress in less than hall an We soared to unbelievably eloquent heights when we practiced in our rooms, and became quite eager to display our progress to Miss Frances. How discouraging, therefore, to forget our parts at the crucial moment, and be requested to repeat each simple gesture tit least twenty times? How embarrassing to realize that our intelligence was not sufficient to enable us to walk backwards, in a diagonal line, across the stage ! Those uplifting Saturday mornings! We thought, rather rue- fully. tis the hours passed, of our roommates devouring chocolate pie at Reeves, and hoped that they were inspired with the proper amount of sympathy for us. We began surreptitiously to wonder if the desirability of being self-sacrificing in the cause of art was as pronounced as we used to think it. And the romance! The last vestige of it had fled by the end of one week as the first act began to assume that grotesque sound which only constant repetition can give. I might, in fact I intendeed, to add a noble sentiment on the value of the statement that “practice makes perfect, ' ' but I am undone. I have ittst been reminded that it is time to rehearse with the Junior Gym Team. Miranda I’oyd. OX THE DELICATE TASK OF PUTTING A FRIEND’S REST FOOT FORWARD L AURA is as lovely a girl as I have ever known, though I admit she is rather eccentric and most unconventional. I had roomed with her for a whole year at school, and had found he r not only a loyal friend, but an exceedingly likable person. I may add that I had spent most of the year learning to understand her. Laura had lost her mother when she was quite young, and she had been brought up by live maiden aunts. Perhaps it is from them that she 60 acquired some of the peculiarities. Unlike most aunts, however, they had never felt it their duty to keep an eye on their niece. But then, to be sure, any aunt might have hesitated before giving an eye to Laura, unless, like the ladv in the fairy tale, she had an extra one for general use. The strain would have been great, and, as one might say, fairly constant. Jt was June, and Laura was coming to visit me. I was fond oi Laura and 1 had fall en into the way, my eyes being strong and rather far-sighted, of keeping her pretty well within my line of vision. 1 was very eager for mother to like her. If only she would! I felt the two could do so much for each other. Mother could, in a way tone down the recklessness of my friend, while Laura, 1 was sure, could make mother see many things in a much clearer, broader way than 1 had ever been able to, I warned mother by long distance that Laura was an awfully sweet, but unconventional girl, more or less a law unto herself: and I warned Laura just before we reached home that mother disliked people ever to overstep the conventional border-line. I felt rather pleased with those two moves; it seemed to me they showed a good deal of tact and diplomacy, and a certain social sense. But Laura had not been many hours under the same roof with my mother before I realized that 1 had succeeded in frightening them both, which was, of course, the last thing on earth that I should have done. And now there followed a strange two weeks. W hen I arranged it so that mother and Laura might have a little talk, Laura would im- mediately become very formal, and mother would pretend to be exceed- ingly gay and flippant. When I got the stage all set for a porch chat, Laura would talk about ‘‘The Mill on the Floss, and mother would positively interrupt her to talk about clothes. When I got them nicely together in the back seat of the car, mother never once failed to insist that we should go to the country club, though Laura always asked her if some day she might not go to the cathedral so she could take some notes on the architecture for her art class next year. As time went on, I saw that Laura liked mother, though she was never at ease with her, but I knew that mother didn’t like Laura at all. I was desperate! 1 had spoiled it all with my good intentions, and as a result 1 was terribly miserable. Why hadn’t 1 left them alone? Even Laura’s blunders would be better than her awful high-brow attitude. If only they would be themselves for one little minute. Hut they never were. One night after Laura had gone, mother said casually: “My dear. 1 thought you told me that Laura was eccentric and unconven- tional. But I found her so like other people that she was almost unin- teresting ' . She seemed to think out every single word before she uttered it. and was not at all the reckless kind of girl that I expected. I rather wish that she hadn’t been so colorless. Laura colorless ! 1 could only gasp. And now Laura would be just as reckless in the future — perhaps more so — because of mother’s assumed flippancy. And mother’s con- ventional point of view had not been modi lied at all by Laura — for my benefit. The visit had been a failure, and all because I had unwisely tried to put mv friend’s best foot forward. Euzahkth Council. RECITALS T HERE will be a recital in Great Hall at eight o’clock this evening. Please carry your chairs in quietly.’’ Recitals are recitals, but we at Mount Vernon know that there is a spirit of impending comedy, tragedy, and obvious exercise implied in this announcement. The lightlv-mentioned, stiff- back dining room chairs have been laboriously transported into Great Hall, and duly placed in rows of such straightness as t warm the heart of a mathematical genius. As the hour dawns, the fortunate artists whose talents will be displayed that night, come slowly in and appropriate the front seats. Their hands are cold. They are enveloped in almost visible auras of suspense. Sounds seem to come from great distances. Xo — not so great, after all. There is a decided noise of confusion in the back of the suddenly vast room. It is the surging mob scrambling for the couch, hive of fortune’s favorites are finally ensconced in the uni versally desired haven, and the rest of Mount Vernon find places in the files of Puritan-backed chairs. There is a rustle of anticipation, which 62 subsides and gives wav to an expectant silence as Miss Cole appropriately and encouragingly presents the little group. The recital begins. Piece after piece is played and enthusiastically applauded. An occasional unfortunate or ill-bred program rustles. Harp, violin and piano yield their loveliest tones to persuasive fingers, and well-known voices soar to clear and thrilling heights in new or familiar songs. As for the audience — the girls on the couch, glorying in luxurious comfort, thoroughly enjoy every moment. But the other hundred and twenty-five specimens of flowering maidenhood are rather less at ease. They begin to be painfully aware of the construction of the chairs beneath them. They learn that there are two horizontal rings holding- together the front and back legs, which make it a super-human feat to comfortably twine their ankles thereabout. They distinctly feel the presence of four bars in the backs of these same chairs, which unfor- tunately, were not fashioned in accordance with the human spine. But the recital goes on. Some one plays a very modern composi- tion, interesting, but unfamiliar, and a few of the listeners, who are sadly lacking in musical education or appreciation, do not realize that the seeming discords are not such at all. and listen uneasily to the girl who makes these supposed mistakes. Finally the last piece is concluded. The recital has been a great success. Mount Vernon, with inspired soul and elated spirit betakes itself to bed. Marie Horst. Q ) SCHOOL WALKS S CHOOL WALKS! the very mention of this misery-producing phase of our M. Y. S. life imbues us with a sense of that utter resignment which only the absolute knowledge of one’s unhappy fate can produce. How can that sinking sensation that haunts our minds all through the morning and is produced by the realization of the wretchedness to come — be analyzed? It invests us with strange longings; longings for colds, weak spines, recent appendix, flat feet and even papillomas; longings which never, somehow, seem to material- ize, and whose futility becomes all too evident by two fifteen as, offen- sively healthy, we gird ourselves for the fray. 63 It has been said that “hope springs eternal in the human breast,” so perhaps this is why we ever yearn that a tririe of her love for the great open spaces may have bereft Miss Pennington of its inspiring presence. Regularly, however, this is speedily perceived not to be the case, so, setting our teeth with that determination born of hopelessness, we forge ahead to do battle with the elements ( for is there not a pot of gold at the rainbow’s end?) Our more athletic members speedily take the lead, and in their great zeal guide us over hills and dales, through meadows, woods and streams, and then realize, as we pass the tenth town, that a wilderness heretofore unknown, confronts them with the problem of how to lead their trusting followers home when they have no idea where home is. This problem appears, at first, impossible to some, but cheered by the decision as to what state we are now passing through, some child of wisdom offers the valuable suggestion that we return as we came. Needless to say we comply with alacrity. What a sorry sight we are as we limp up the driveway : hair hanging untidily about, faces red and chapped from a rude wind ' s buffeting, eyes filled with torturing cinders, and every bone aching unbearably. Hours pass before we are restored to our normal physical selves, and a bit of the feeling that we are slowly becoming hardened to the cruel ways of a cruel world never entirely leaves us. At the close of the long day. it is a fervent prayer that goes up from the heart of every weary “school-walker” — “I will swim; play tennis, golf and even baseball, do track and always exercise with energy; but, U 1 1 1 ii oh deliver me from another school-walk ! ' Miranda Boyd. SWIMMING T H IS is written as a solemn warning to new girls, and with an earnest desire for their welfare. Those of you who “simply adore swimming,” and would “just love to take it up” should think twice before you gleefully sign for Mt. Vernon’s favor- ite indoor sport. It is fun, but it is quite different front the sunny days at the ocean the summer before. 64 We had expected to wear our bright bathing suits of warm wool, but Miss Stuart and Miss Davis dispelled this fond illusion in two seconds, and left our hopes as gray and skimpy as the cotton bathing suits they gave us. Furthermore, careful as we were in ordering, these aforesaid suits never seemed to tit us. for they would either hang in folds around our ample forms or fit almost too well to please most of us. After we had sewn our name tapes carefully and painstakingly in four different places before they were in the right position, we joyously romped down to the swimming pool, innocent of the fate ahead of us. Miss Stuart only needed to be convinced that we could all keep alive in the pool, and stay at least one-fourth of the time above the water before she was ready to begin. “All right, girls,” she chuckled, maliciously smacking her lips at her victims, “with your hands straight in front of you. and your face down, flutter-kick down to the end of the pool without breathing. He sure to open your eyes.” And some of us had sniffed at the length of the pool! It was endless! Since it was not broad enough for all. we were forced to go four across. This might have been line, if we had had any idea of team-work, and had not some of the girls entered solely for the joy of knocking people’s heads. But as it was, we gave up. finally, half- way down the pool, red-faced, gasping and stunned with blows. Half- drowned, we struggled out of the water, and tried our luck at dives. And here even more drastic measures were taken. Miss Stuart needed only to know we had tried to dive once in our lives before we were immediately requested to make jacks, back-dives, and double somersaults. And, oh, what disasters occurred when we became inspired by Judy’s perfect “swan.” One “belly-flop’’ offer another resounded and echoed till girls came rushing in to see what was the matter. In case you don’t believe we finally learned the art of diving, ask Anne Young. I had an interview with her myself, yesterday, and she said, taking a dainty sip of milk, ’‘Yes, 1 have always said that it was Miss Stuart and my patent pair of old garters that made me keep mv legs together, and dive in perfect form. It was the garters that made a success of my life, and made me win out at last.” And so life went on through all the weary weeks. After a half an hour of torture every day, we were ushered out, sniffling, into the hall where the icy blasts would force us to shoot upstairs. 65 If the “new girls” reading this still feel enthusiastic over riling. 1 advise them to get over the fever at once by taking Saving.” a good method of legalized suicide. They will then the torture of training the last two weeks, and will not he haunted chocolate eclairs, cake, and candy they would otherwise have to mi Marc.aret Dawes. MONOLOGUE OF A TAX1-CAI5 DRIVER T HERE now, wouldn’t you know it. just as I get to the cop he turns the sign. All right, ma ' am, but I ain’t got a pull with all the cops, you know, and they might happen to think I was breaking a traffic law. if I started charging through one ol them stop signs. Yes, ma’am. 1 saw that horse and wagon, and if I hadn’t, it would be too late to tell me now. Don’t worry. I’ve been dodg- ing them beasts for years. Only hit one of them in mv life, and it wasn’t my fault that time, neither. The animal was cross-eyed, and made a bee-line for my yellow cab — thought 1 was a bunch of carrots or something. 1 guess. No, ma’am, that wasn’t no blow-out. My left hind fender sticks out a bit too far, and now and again it gets caught in the traffic, but it ' s flexible; it don’t mind a little bump once in a while. Veil, ma’am, if you insist on getting out, I guess I can’t stop you. We’re only about two blocks from the house, anyway, and if I can get you this far without a accident I ought to be able to get you two blocks farther. And I’m afraid you ' ll have to pay me just the same. I know 1 shook you up some, but you said you was in a hurry; what more can a fellow do? Eighty cents, please ma’am. No ma’am, that ain’t no outrage, that’s what the meter says; you can look for yourself ; and if you don ' t want to pay ninety cents, you’d better park yourself on the sidewalk it ' s surprising how juick them little figures jump when you ain ' t looking at ’em. Thankee, ma’am, sorry my taxi didn ' t suit you. Hang her. anyway. Three cents tip. just cause she didn’t have no more change. I hope the next vehicle she rides in jolts her so bad that it gives her rheumatism. Clarissa White. 66 WEEK-ENDS W EEK-END permissions are granted once a term, when the circumstances are entirely satisfactory to the school, and with the parents’ written consent, and, when requested, a written invitation from the hostess as well.” This paragraph, intro- ductory to a section of the “Student’s Hand Book, should, we some- times feel, be made to read, Week-end permissions are granted once in a life-time. For by the time one has made “the circumstances entirely satisfactory to the school,” one is usually too faint and weary to pursue the week-end further; by the time parents and hostess realize what is expected of them, it is likely to be the following Monday morning. A new girl, after reading the section aforementioned, is so bewil- dered that she is temporarily cured of any hope she may have had in the direction of week-ends. However, as the new girl gains courage, perse- verance. and determination to accomplish the hard things in life, the nebulous week-end privilege looms rosily before her. To be sure, the old girls advise moderation in hopefulness; the Students ' Council specifi- cally warns of dangers by the way; but by this time, the girl has but one fixed idea — that all-joyous week-end that surely must be hers. Were it not for mv ready sympathy with the disappointment of others, and a few recollections of my own. I should set down here in alphabetical order the list of those who have enjoyed the happy privilege of a well deserved week-end ! The list would be brilliant, but not long. But there is the other kind of week-end — the “stay-here-and-get - all-caught-up” kind, the kind which we may all enjoy. Alas, the irony of that phrase! Such a Saturday comes and such a Saturday goes. Its passage is something like a March wind ; its accomplishments as fleeting and as intangible. Sunday is largely spent in avoiding collision with ourselves, as we come in and out of Great Hall. The week-end to be devoted to our mental improvement is over. Have we improved? Well, maybe we have. So much for our week-ends — the kind we hope for and seldom get. the kind we get and have so little time to enjoy. These precious little spaces — the reward of work — and the fruit of play — keep the ball of happiness a-rolling, bless ’em: 67 M— Jr VALENTINES W HEN we were very young ' , the little reel heart with a gold arrow through the I love you” meant a great deal; namely, that little Willie, with the generous smattering of red freckles and perpetually black hands, had chosen us to be his alen- tine! Oh! magic words! His Valentine!” Then, surely, after school W illie would wait for us outside the red brick school house and walk home with us. shyly offering his stick of red candy bought several weeks ahead of time, and carefully saved for this memorable event in the bottom of a crumbly pocket, helpfully covered with strings, tacks, marbles, forgotten remnants of a once prosperous gingerbread man. and — more strings, tacks, and marbles. But the next year we scorned all freckled little Willies, and thrilled instead to the pale pink envelope containing the “I love you,” stuck this time on a red heart edged with lace. (When we stop to think, how superior the lace made us feel!) Vision of the tough little boy who “heat up” fresh Freddie once for laughing at us. make funny little thrills chase each other up and down our skinny little spinal columns; and we beam in the proud consciousness of owning a protector: a big. brave boy who fights! O, delicious squeals of joy! And the next year we still love” our grand protector, although, perhaps, by then the prized title is held by someone else. And the Valen tine with the picture of the boy and girl swinging over one gate together make us prance with delight. For do we not know that today, after school. Tommy will take us to the drug store, and we will sit on perilous, high stools, and eat marvellous drippy ice cream, and nonchalantly swing our feet together. ( Only we didn’t describe it that way). 1 lowever, during the coming year, we have undergone a great and fundamental change! We no longer like boys; we no longer like Valentines; we no longer like the lace, or the cupids! We loathe little boys ; they break our dolls : they laugh at us ; and we loathe them ! Only 68 after urgent commands and entreaties do we enter “Dancing class. Here, at least, there is one consolation: we can stick out little red tongues at them from the side of the room, and they don’t dare call us names in the awful presence of the dapper dancing master. We are intensely surprised and irresistibly intrigued one day when Jack, of the plastered hair and jaunty whistle, presents us with a lollypop. But, true to sex, we are immediately suspicious and warily inspect it before daring the first taste. But when Jack, hair sleeker than ever, and hands noticeably cleaner, approaches next day with a ticket for the movies, we heartily accept, and turn up shiny noses at the other little girls who point and scream, “Oh! Look-ee! Baby’s gotta f el-la!” Then Valentine’s Day comes, and Jack sends us a huge white heart, heavily besprinkled with paper lace, gold hearts, gold arrows, gold pictures, gold cupids, and the proverbial gold “1 love you!” Oh! day of thrills! Will ever any- thing be so wonderful? V hat would we say then, if we could see the ten-pound boxes of candy, the telegrams, the roses, the orchids, and the diamond ring that arrived, as alentine days go by with the coming years? Betti Bkttisox. QUIET DESPERATION No ray ot hope can penetrate the mood of quiet desperation. Quiet may be broken in upon, a desperate act averted; but quiet desperation as a mood is black, abysmal, inviolate. Black birds, by tens of thou- sands, settle on drooping shoulders and flap, flap, flap. It is raining today, so much the better; the dreary drip, drip, drip, makes one a little quieter, a little more desperate. Just to wring one’s hands once ! 1 o stalk the floor with angry, heavy tread would bring some relief, but to sit idly with folded hands and staring eyes— what blacker despair can be found? Just such a mood keeps company with me now. My thoughts resemble the carriages in a funeral procession. Across from me sits my roommate; 1 wonder that she can look pleasant 69 in such a sordid world. I look out of the window and see the sun denly shining. 1 pull the curtain and feel much better — and gloomier. One by one the injustices done me parade themselves. I hose odious words still ring in my ears. “No, Madge, we do not feel we can make an exception. “Feel. - ' ’ rs this fccliiiy An exception ! h_ need ! he an exception, for why need there he such a rule ? I hat chei ished week-e nd — slowly I see it recede behind the portals of “might have 1 teens.” “Could you run down and see it the mail has come. ' I m so busy, asks my absorbed roommate. Of course, why not ? 1 may not take my week-end, but I may still walk to Post Office Hall. I suppose. 1 go; my roommate has three letters! It does seem that one’s friends might write when one is so far awav from home. HOMP! 1 hen recalling the stack ol unan- swered letters lying on my desk, with quiet desperation. 1 face the task of answering them. But why answer letters in this state of utter hope- lessness? Why answer letters in any state? Mending! Of course, while there is life, there is always mending. I will mend. Here probably is my last pair of clean stockings. Here also is a sweet little ru n in one ol them. It is perfectly certain that it was not there when I sent them to the laundry. Mend that run ! Rather not. My roommate speaks. “Sweet Remembrances.” All other irrita- tion fades into insignificance when compared to that occasioned by her conscientious prompting. And so I am to write a theme of four hundred words, am I. on a subject that brings absolutely no thought to my mind. I am to write lightly, humorously, on an inward agony. I seize my paper; 1 seize my pen; 1 seize my head. Am I to be light, graceful and amusing? I am not. Shall I find one little thought on this subject? I shall not. Shall 1 be able to rehash some of my old suggestions in such form as to pass for a new idea? Well perhaps, I may. At this point of sane questioning I break down; there settles upon me a blankness of so dark a hue that 1 know I am about to attempt — my theme: Quiet Desperation! Madge Jarratt. THE GALLEON BELL By Helen Raynor Characters Sarah Saxton Captain Saxton ' s Wife Elvira Clayton A Neighbor Annie The Hired Girl Nathan Saxton The Son Captain James Saxton Owner of the Mary Jane Time: The Spring of 1840. Place: The sitting room of a farm house in New England. Sarah is a middle aged woman, plainly dressed. She is humming to herself while fussing around a small table, set for two. Sarah: I never could trust that girl to have things right — think- ing about her fellow, I s’pose. Nothin’ on this earth would make her remember that 1 always want the salt handy. (She gets the salt, then sits down in an easy chair with a sigh, taking out a much worn letter, she reads) : “Sarah — It seems like a long time since I was home last. The hauls have been good all along, hut the going for the last few days has been something terrible; a heavy sea and high wind all the time. The watch sighted a whale early, long a little after dawn, hut it was too rough to swing the boats. I’m hopin’ to bring the ‘Mary Joyne’ in port bout the last of this month. This is sent from a place ' long the coast where we stopped for supplies. How’s Nathan? . . . James. An’ that was a-written four months ago. Oh! me, such men a galavantin’ after whales year on end. ( Rising goes over to window — looks out). It shure looks like a wet night out. Eh well! It’s good weather for ducks. ( Knock is heard. She goes towards the door). Come! (Elvira Clayton walks in). Step right in, Elvirv, I’m mighty glad to see you. Elvira: Thought I ' d just drop in — and say howdy, neighbor, an’ get your opinion on them lemon pies of Susan ' s — they ' re mighty taste- less, I think, and too soft. Sarah: Drop that cape of yours, do, and set a while, Elvirv. (Sarah takes cape and they both sit down). Company is just what I was 71 a lookin’ fer — Yes, them pies was just like soup — she ' s mighty sparin’ 01 good butter. I tell you that’s one thing 1 never stint. Elvira: Well, you and Janies was always good providers. ( Stops and looks up). The weather’s veering ’round rather sharp, ain’t it now ? The cock on llayles’ barn scarce knows which way to turn. Sakes goodness! You must be a-feeling mighty skittish ’bout James not com- ing back. (She looks at Sarah who says nothing — only looks away). The “Mary Jayne” is overdue already ’bout three months, isn’t she? (Stops again. Still silence). I’m not meaning to make you feel bad, but it kind er puts one in mind of the “Thomas Oliver” that was expected back here and never came, that was a couple of years ago. You remember. Say! You haven ' t heard that bell of yours, have you? ( She laughs — Sarah gives a start). Sarah ( quickly ) : Now don’t you take on so. Elvirv, taint no joke. I f you recollect it was Sary that told you ’bout Silas even before you got the news. Maybe t is bewitched and maybe ’taint, but it seems mighty right to me. Elvira: You was always mighty close ’bout it. t ome tell me what ails it. I shan’t tell a soul. Will always said 1 was close mouthed. ( They laugh ). Sarah : Well, now it was like this : along back, when James and me was first married, his father. Cap’ll Ed, you remember him. don’t you 0 Well, lie went off on a long voyage down to the South Seas, just tradin’ and the like, and when he come back he fetched along this bell. ( She stops as i f finished). Elvira: Well, go long, 1 know ’taint all. Sarah : That’s nigh about all excepting a yarn some old fellow told him bout it. 1 don’t believe its true, mind you. Elvira: (Heaves a sigh of relief and says aside): Well, it is about time she came up in the wind. It’s going on five years that I’ve been waiting to hear this. Sarah: It is this a- way. That bell belonged to some old man wav down off Spain. He said it belonged to his Pa who ' d gotten it from some Cap’n running short of change. It used to be on a hulking Span- ish galleon. Twas very precious ’cause a priest had blessed it to be a 72 f uide and bring them all kinds o’ luck it didn’t. Well, one night it peels out, dong — dong — dong — dong. Not a soul nigh, mind you. and as calm as a bay. Nine o’clock or so it happened. All hands expected a miracle, but instead, a little later, along came two dinkey little English up-starts of vessels. Elvira: My ancestors was English. You needn’t talk so in my presence. Sarah: Well, as 1 said before — along comes two little up-starts of vessels — English too (she smiles — E. C. raises her head a little higher) and blows the old galleon to bits. When it was over, some one found the old bell, floatin’ ’round, fastened to a piece of timber, and fished it out; ever since, the bell has rung a warning when something terrible is coming ’round. James put it up out there ( waves her hand towards window) as a kind of joke; he said I’d know when he got his walking papers all right — Elvira: Neighbor, it ' s might interesting, mighty interesting, and like as not it’s so. I can’t tell. I’ve been wondering ’bout it for a mighty long time. ( A great thumping is heard outside. They both jump ). Chorus: My lands — (Annie rushes in distracted, and covered with soot). Anne: ( )h ! Miss Saxton, th at stove he ' s gone cantankerous again, the pipe’s down and soot is in the pudding. It seems like my rheumatics is right. They’ve been a botherin’ me all day. I never saw the beat of it. ’Tain’t no use talking, no good is coming out ’ this day. ( Grumbles while brushing herself off ). Sarah: Shame on you for bursting in this a way: if you’d been half as careful of that stove as you are of your rheumatics, ’t would never have happened. ( Annie retires). Elvira: I’m surprised, neighbor, at your having such a girl. (Shakes her head dolefully). There never came no good out of her family. You can tell it by the way her hair is fizzed up. I’m not saying she should wear her best crimped front every day, but no self-respecting person can go ’round that way and not expect to hear something said of it. Sarah: There now, don’t get riled, she means well. Elviry. a stove is a heap provoking some time. 73 looks out). Do look how dark ' tis. I guess, Sary, it ' s time to jogg. Sarah: Not yet a while! (questioningly). Elvira: Yes, I really ought to go. (hesitates). Sarah: (Going for cape). Yes. ( protesting!} ' ). Elvira: If you need me just set a light up in that north window ( takinga step toward the door). Let me know if you hear of the “Mary Sarah: Yes, yes (impatiently). Elvira: Well, well, I must be trotting — ( Gets as far as the door). Good night, Sary. the door behind her. She walks over to the window again; it is very dark and she hears the sounds of a coming storm, then again she fus ses about the table. Annie enters with a few things on a tray, putting down near Sarah). Annie: It’s a bad night. Mis. My rheumatism is right — and 1 don’t like the er — noise. (She backs away rather afraid, from the window). Kinda glum here all alone, ain’t it. I’m pretty good com- pany, Mrs. Saxton. Sarah: (In an abstract voice). What you say, Annie? Annie: I said I ain’t such bad comp’ny. Sarah: I know it. Annie. (Still preoccupied). Annie: W ant me to stay. Mis Saxton? Sarah : I f you want to, Annie. (Mrs. Saxton finishes at the table and sits down. Annie, not far off. sits also). Annie: I wonder where the Cap’n is, Mrs. Saxton? Sarah: I don’t know. Annie; somewhere near land. I reckon. Annie: Land’s mighty scarce out there in the ocean, ma’am. Lawzee. but I’m glad I’m here. (Whisper). Mis Sary, did you hear some ' un knock? ( Moth sit motionless — waiting for a sound). A faint knock is heard. Both : Sh ! Sh ! Sarah : Do stop giving me those starts, ’tain’t nothing. Jayne.” Sarah: Good night, Elviry. (Elvira leaves and Sarah closes 74 Annie: Yes, ’tis, Ma’am. (They listen again and tiptoe to the door. Something bangs outside. They jump). Annie: My laws — my goodness. ( She tries to hide). Sarah: Stop that nonsense. Annie — and take those tongs. I’ll take this poker. (Thus armed they stand by the door. Heavy footsteps are heard. They raise their weapons ready to strike the intruder on the head. The door is jerked open. A man enters — Nathan, the son). Nathan: Well! well! What’s all this? frying to kill me. Ma? Annie: My lands, Mr. Nathan, you gave us a turn. Seems like your coming was providential. Sarah: I sartin didn’t ' spect you home this hour. Nathan, but I’m not saying I ' m sorry. A man in the house always did give it back-bone. (To Annie) Fetch in a bite to eat. Annie, and that ham too! (Annie leaves). Nathan: Don’t you bother much, it ain’t vittles I ni after. Now Ma, I’ve just stopped down town afore coming here, and I heard talk of Jason Thomas, Pa’s first mate, wanting to get even with him for that trouble last fall. It means bad business, I guess, and I’m hoping the voyage will be over before he can do anything. Sarah: You don’t say! It’s the first I’ve heard of it. ’Tain t like your pa to allow such. He’s as strict as anything when he’s cap ' ll. Nathan: Don’t you think on it. Jason can do mighty little. With all that crew on board. I’m a mite perturbed though ’bout the Mary Jayne.” It’s been months since Pa’s been overdue, and a storm like this is pretty big out yonder. ( During this Sarah sits twisting her hands in her lap. Nathan gets up and walks up and down). Sarah : Supper is goin’ to get cold, and I sure expected him to- night, Nathan. (She looks at her son, who stops pacing up down). Your Pa’s a good man. Never once has he been riled, seems like the good Lord orter let him come home. He’s done a might of work for good in his life. (She stops — sighs, then calls to Annie): Bring in the vittles, we might’s well set, an’ don ' t forget the ham. (They sit down, Annie stamps around, the wind increases). Nathan: 1 surely do feel hungry after all. A tramp in this weather can get up an appetite right enough. (Silence for a moment, then from the distance a faint ding, dong-— ding, dong — is heard). The It’ll come right off, wind’s blowing the old bell like anything tonight. D I’m afeard, ’cause it’ powerful rusty. (Annie bursts in. with a look of wild excitement on her face ). Annie: Laws. Mrs. — the bell, the bell and old Ed out in the road shouting a Wreck! A Wreck; and tell Nathan to hurry. (C onfusion reigns — all jump up from the table. Annie stands by in the hall ). Sarah: Nathan! Nathan! You ain’t a-goin’ out this night. Nathan: (Hustling into a heavy coat, calls to Annie) I’m a coinin’. (To bis mother) Keep some vittles hot. we may need ' em. That old bell ain’t far wrong, now don’t you fret. All’ll be right. ( Annie calls ) I’m coinin’. ( The bell rings louder than ever ). ( Nathan tells his mother goodby, then rushes out. Annie comes back and crouches behind a small stand ). Sarah: ( Looking out ). Things ain ' t natural. (She turns aside and steps back- — the stand falls over revealing Annie ). ( Jet up child and stop this actin’ — nothing’s going to hurt you. Set down. ( Annie half sits). Set. Peremptorily the bell rings, solemnly). Annie: My lands. My rheumatism was right. Sarah: Keep still. Annie. (She moves towards the window. Annie goes out tip-toeing). Tell me! Do you mean bad news. Ain’t James a-comin’ back? ( She beats her hands against the window. The light grows dim — she turns around convinced). Nathan: (Suddenly at the door) Ma! It’s the “Mary Javne.” Jason’s done bis worst. Sarah: Stop. Nathan— 1 know, that bell just told me. Your Pa’s not found. Nathan : Ma! Ma! don ' t. ( She turns her head, covering her face. She sinks down in a chair. Nathan moves to comfort her. A sudden stillness, the lights go out, and outside the window the Cap’ll is clearly seen. 1 le shakes his head and stretches out his hand). Sarah: James. Nathan : Cap’ll. (The Cap’ll slowly shakes his head and the bell tolls softly four times) . Curtain The idea of the bell and its tradition is taken from Ralph Pain’s novel, “Four Pells. 76 ♦ • 77 dawn of a never-to-be- that word whose arrival FAG WEEK C ANDIDATE!” In the cold, gray forgotten Monday morning it came every Junior had awaited for the past week with the utmost trepidation. Being suddenly snatched from the delightful land of dreams to the realization of another drab ‘‘Blue Monday’ holds, in itself, a top place in the category of life ' s most disagreeable things. Imagine, therefore, awakening thus to find a Senior, with all the signifi- cance her presence there conveys, peremptorily uttering “Candidate beside one’s bed. It produces a feeling far beyond my pen’s feeble power of description, characterized, however, by the clutch of fear’s icy hand around one’s heart and a sudden clarity of vision as far as the magnitude uf one s inferiorities is concerned. 1 can not say that we were totally unprepared for the assertion ol Senior superiority for in devious ways they had begun to impress us. during the past week, with a sense of our insignificance. “What class do you belong to?” became the favorite question f the Seniors during this period, and how utterly abased and humbled our more ignorant members must have become at the linn addition of Candidate” to their unsuspecting answer of “Junior.” How inexperienced we felt before that gaze of mingled condescension and pity always assumed by any Senior present as one of us hove into sight! But it was not until the fatal eve, when one of said lords of creation sighed gently and. with a rapt and softened expression, quoted Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. at which point she once more sighed, this time even more gently, that within us was born a true realization of Senior omnipotence. The first day saw us lugubriously making fools of ourselves with stockings as caps, at least live petticoats and signs pinned at all angles on each diaphragm proclaiming to all that here was a tunny lish. or a white mouse, or even an eel. as circumstance had it. What bowing and scraping there was to those censorious Seniors! What racking of brains to create odes eloquent enough to extol the virtues of a butter- ball ! And what weariness when the long day was at last over! On the second day we were medical patients, greatly battered and bruised, and efficiently if not becomingly, swathed in shawls, slings and bandages. 1 ' his was the clay the Seniors discovered so many holes for 78 t heir less fortunate sisters to darn! This was the clay the struggles t produce as frivolous a follies as demanded, waxed desperate! We paddled dismally through the third day in rubbers, raincoats and bathing caps, gargling with gusto; laughing when we shouldn ' t, not saluting when we should, and in all ways quite boring the reverend Seniors with our stupidity. Thursday morning came and to hearts, a little lightened by the thought that perhaps our time of tribulation was done, was added the leaden weight of disappointment as dozens of tiny braids and much green was illustrated on some poor unfortunate, as the costume for the day. Imagine, therefore, the joy and relief made manifest when on opening an envelope supposedly containing instructions each heretofore “Candidate” beheld a card bearing congratulations to a member of the class of ' 21 . Although life may have seemed, during Fag Week, quite unworth the living, time is more or less blotting out the less delightful aspects of the experience, leaving us face to face with the facts that the Juniors were, for the first time, brought closely together, were somewhat developed as to ingenuity and humor, and lastly were inspired with the respect and love that 1926 as a class, deserves. THE JUNIOR VAUDEVILLE F AG WEEK was over, and the Juniors were going to perform for the Seniors by giving their annual vaudeville. We discov- ered, much to our uneasiness, that they were a talented and very musical class. From the moment they began, we were astounded and fascinated by their ability. The Charleston Dolls were positively a sensation as the many encores proved. It was the most original thing on a program that was filled to overflowing with wit and humor. The Backward play was another feature of this cleverly produced vaudeville. It was not only well acted in its intended form, but dramatic feeling was even introduced as our actresses, in a twinkling of an eye, repeated line after line backward. 79 eeches all fond of sailors, but when Palmer Dallis apper a middy, our affection became positively ardent. The puns she and Jean Parker, her ventriloquist friend, sprung upon our unpre- pared ears, kept us rocking in our chairs until the two-fold attraction vanished behind the footlights. We realize fully that their pun-making, through constant use. has become a fixed habit. The rest of the programme was full of charming songs of haunt- ing melodies, the naive twang of ukeleles. and the quick rhythmic patter of dancing feet, keeping time to Mary Cunningham’s delightful accom- paniment. Wo came away with the thought that this Junior class was capable of doing anything, and so far our speculation has proven true. SENIOR HOUSE WARMING W HAT a different welcome the Juniors were given on Satur- day evening October 17th, from the cold reception we gained on the morning beginning fag week. The Seniors were doing their utmost to counterbalance the cold and haughty reputa- tion they had gained a few days before; and their success was unques- tioned. Miss Cole, Miss Churchyard, and Eleanore, with the officers l the class of ’2b, received in Senior Room, and thence we swarmed from one gaily lighted room to another, admiring, talking, eating, while the Seniors with smiling countenances offered candy, nuts, and memory books to entertain us. A large bowl of punch was stationed in the hallway, which was perpetually surrounded by thirsty individuals, yet continually kept filled by the ever -resourceful Seniors. “Oh. Renate, what a divine lavendar room! Where ever did you get so many things to match?” “No. Esther, I really couldn’t eat another bite, if you knew how much I have already consumed!” “Oh, Bennett, what adorable flowers, where did you Your memory book. ' No, 1 haven t yet; what would you like me to say? I haven’t a single inspiration; my mind is a perfect blank!” These, and the sighs of dismay which followed the ringing of the bell, seemed to prove more than anything the success of Senior House Warming. 80 THE HALLOWE’EN PARTY T HE 1925 Halloween party was not just one of those evenings during which “a good time was had by all.” It was more than that, and indeed surpassed our most fanciful expectations. We owe much praise and credit to the girls who decorated the gym- nasium, the scene of our fete, with appropriate cornstalks, lanterns, and black cats. From sausage to cider, we had a true Halloween feast, and the delicious apples sent by Mrs. Wool folk added the finishing touch to a charming repast. I he costumes showed originality and taste, and furnished ample cause for mirth. Judith Spencer and Sibyl Cleveland well deserved the prize they won for the portrayal of the organ-grinder and monkey. Several short stunts were presented for our amusement. Those given by each of the classes were entertaining, to say the least, but our own Faculty Fashion Show was the treat of the evening. We could scarcely recognize them as mannequins, and were surprised at Miss Barber s hidden talents as a modiste. Though we shall look forward to next year’s faculty production, we feel sure that we have been peculiarly blessed to have seen the inimitable one of 1925. The desired taste was left in our mouths by Alice Campbell’s ghost stories. It was a strangely wary and whispering throng that crept to bed after the party, and in their dreams, M. Y. S. was transformed to a slumberland of goblins and witches. FOUNDERS’ DAY F OUNDERS’ DAY dawned bright and exhilarating, and not even the donning of our “beloved” special occasions could dampen our spirits for long. Promptly at the appointed time one hundred and thirty white-clad nymphs danced across the much-used boardwalk to the chapel and seated themselves in decorous rows to await the program of the afternoon. A fitting beginning to such an occasion was Miss Klotz’s dedication of the Anne Seymour Ames bell. Everv girl’s heart beat a little quicker as she heard again the story of Miss Ames ' love and sacrifice; and when the bell pealed forth, the very stones 81 of the chapel seemed hushed in reverence. Before the spell was broken, Miss Cole introduced the genial, white-haired Dr. Hammond, of whose fame as an organist at Mount Holyoke we had heard. As soon as the strains of the organ rolled out. we knew that the final tribute to our dear Mrs. Hensley could not have been given by any other; faculty, guests, and girls sat breathless while the notes that fell lrom Dr. 1 lam niond’s lingers filled the chapel with their melody. The program being finished, the moment for the long-awaited reception arrived — for refreshments are by no means the least in impor- tance at any birthday party, and at such a one as this — ! Many were the “ohs” and “ahs” when the cake — tier upon tier of yellow and white, covered with fantastic curlycues and glistening candle lights, such as only an artist like Zimmer could produce — was first seen. It seemed almost a sacrilege to cut into such a masterpiece, but the deed had to be done, and Zimmer’s accomplishment was soon reduced to a poor remnant of its former grandeur. So ended the party, and surely never in the days to come will old M. V. S. see any more thrilling or happy occasion than “our lit tv-first birthday.’’ THE CHRISTMAS PARTY I N the mind of every M. Y. S. girl the Christmas party embodies the spirit of the school to a larger extent than any other event during the year. Perhaps this is the reason that it is always antici- pated so eagerly and looked back upon with such enjoyment. Be that as it may. the Christmas party of this year is sure to remain as a more than delightful memory to all those fortunate enough to have been present : for it some how expressed to the household servants and their families in what gratitude and affection we hold them. Our voices softened as we filed into the chapel, so beautiful with its garlands of green and red and with its tree whose arms bore a gay load of loveliness and whose crown was a radiant star, symbolic in its glory of the thing it expressed. The presentation of the Nativity play was exquisite in its simplicity and perfect finish, and as the singing filled the chapel with its beauty our very hearts seemed hushed with reverence. 82 There was a jingle of sleigh-bells, a chorus of Merry Christ- mas-es” and up the aisle came Santa Claus, a fat, genial St. Nick, dressed all in red and having a pack, literally bursting with wonderfully mysterious things, slung across his shoulders. The children greeted him with round eyes and delighted countenances, and. all sense of shy- ness dispelled, eagerly sought his approbation with songs and poems presented with great savoir-faire. Then Santa declared it time to open his pack and each little girl felt very happy as a doll or stove or book found its way to her: while every boy visibly swelled with pride on becoming owner of a train or scooter or some such marvel of marvels. After Belle and Walker had distributed the gifts to the servants, came the crowning treat of the evening — Belle’s nephew sang for us. We wished lie need never finish, but, as all nice things do. his last song came all too quickly to an end and with its close the 1925 Christmas party was over. I d’ was a never-to-be-forgotten night in the minds ot all Juniors and Seniors. Excepting Fag Week, the Ingenuity Contest was the paramount event of the year for the upper classmen. For was not this the first step in deciding whether or not the Juniors might show their colors on the night of their play? Naturally we bv-standers could sympathize with both classes. The Seniors should, ot course, due to their experience and age, carry off the honors, but then what Junior did not fervently hope that her class might outwit the clever Seniors? Some idea of this sort was running through the brains of the contestants as they listened vaguely to the hum of conversation about them in the dining room, and vainly attempted to eat their dinner. After seeming hours the bell was rung, and the Seniors who had drawn first place were allowed to leave the dining room. The curtain was raised amid a hushed silence, and we saw the interior of a toy shop. An old gray-haired toy -maker, such as one always reads of in books, was seated on his stool while scattered about were toys of all descriptions. At his knee sat a little girl who wanted to S3 know if it were true that dollies could become alive at midnight. So one by one the varied assortment were made to bow and smile and caper around in a somewhat stiff manner. Every kind conceivable was present, and the show ended when the china doll with a great deal of persuasion had been brought to life. How could the Juniors possibly surpass this wonderful represen- tation of Toyland? It seemed impossible, but yet — Before us we had another toy shop owned by a chic little French lady who with voluble and excessive gesticulations was vainly endeavor- ing to tempt a bored and spoiled “poor little rich girl” into buying one of her lovely mechanical dolls. Each was brought forward and put through its paces, but to no avail. She simply would not have them, but preferred to go back to her own old worn-out dolly who came toddling onto the stage. The first contest was finished. How we pitied the poor judges, for truly they had a task before them. We listened with bated breath for the verdict — the Juniors had won! Wondering how the second contest would end, we tile dupstairs to bed. The second contest was a week later. It was supposed to represent one most important phase of our school life. 1 1 the truth were told, the Ingenuity Contest would probably be. in most people’s opinion, one of the most eventful ones; but the Juniors and Seniors did not think so. The Seniors brought out in a short play by Alice Campbell, that to them modern art meant most. It was an extremely cleverly done and well thought-out parody which not only proved that modern art, after all, was comprehensible, but also that Elizabeth Bennett and Florence Birch could act in comedy as well as in tragedy. The Juniors, however, thought puns more important than art, and athletics more important than both, so they combined them in a one-act play written by Genevieve Stewart, in which they showed that athletics held the prominent place. The audience, especially the athletes, were absorbed every minute and nodding with approval. At the end the judges left quietly and agreeably to decide upon the winner. But once outside it appears, they did not agree so readily for there was a long wait before they were seen again and a nervous silence as Miss Cole announced that the Seniors had won. 84 An Anthology of Song, without dramatization, music, or cos- tumes, was the subject of the third and final contest. The Juniors came first, and we all sat with eager expectation to see what their ingen- ious minds had devised for the difficult subject. The lantern was brought — moving pictures — how clever! Pictures from songs new and old were flashed upon the screen, and explained in a clever travelogue by Jean Barker. Then came the Seniors, the lantern failed to disappear — another movie — a radio set appeared outside of the curtain, and, from some far distant station, a voice, strangely like Alice Campbell’s, explained the Senior pictures. The scene of the movie was laid in M. V. S. with many members of our esteemed faculty as cinema stars. We received an inside view of Faculty Meeting where Madame Peltie r greeted Miss Guard with ‘Oh! It Ain t Gonna Rain No More,’ and Miss Guard coyly responded, “Oh! Frenchie! Frenchie!” All too soon the Senior entertainment was over, and the judges withdrew. After many linger nails had been sacrificed by us and our patience all but exhausted, they returned with the verdict — the Seniors had won. Our congratulations to the class of ’26. and also to the Juniors, who were but little less clever. THF VALENTINE PARTY A S the number of days before the alentine Party steadily dimin- ished, we found ourselves becoming more and more feverishlv anticipating. Remembrance, in the case of the old girls, and glowing accounts, in that of the new, had caused delightful expectation to attain a high pitch. It has been said that the anticipation of an event is three-fourths of the enjoyment. I f so. the Valentine Party was, without a doubt, the exception that proved the rule, for it surpassed our fondest hopes and wildest imaginations. At half-past eight alluring strains from a real jazz orchestra began to steal up the stairs, and, investing us with an irresistible longing to dance, drew 11 s speedily to the lower regions. At the threshold of the ei si while gymn was a white gate separating the bare passage wav from a gulden, ll was the kind of garden one always reads of, surrounded bv 85 a low stone wall against which hollyhocks stood in bright array. Gay colored awnings and window boxes adorned what had. heretofore, been mere apertures, and rustling green palms hid the less artistic aspects of the gym. Against this perfect background the dancers appeared a brilliant kaleidoscope of lovely colors. Pierrot seemed very happy to be dancing with his Pierrette: old-fashioned girls smiled, oh! so demurely, at their convict partners; while Jack, apparently recovered from his famous fall, appeared quite entranced with his pretty Jill. We were entertained with songs and dances, and the refreshments, I am sure, surpassed even the proverbial ambrosia and nectar. The evening passed at an unbelievably rapid rate, and all too soon the delight ful party came to an end. Our most fervent pleas that “Who” be played just once more, having been denied, we reluctantly bade our hostesses good-night, realizing that, after all, three hundred and sixty- live days were all that we had to wait until the next Valentine Party. 86 to THE SENIOR PLAY “A L I C E-Si T- B y-T j I e-F I re’ ’ The night of December 5th had arrived and with it all the bustle, excitement, and suspense that usually accompanies a long expected event. 1 lie Seniors were unusually excited because on the programme of the evening their seal was to be displayed for the first time. “Alice-Sit-By- 1 he- hire” was now ready for production with the following cast : Amy Cosmo Generva Nurse Maid Colonel Gray. Alice Gray Stephen Kollo Maid .Elizabeth Bennett _ Carol i ne S weeney Florence Birch Eleanor Hayden 1 Handle Dagget t Anne Y oung Renate Zimmers Alice Campbell Elizabeth Davison In this day of problem plays it is refreshing to see such a gloriously modern comedy overflowing with whimsical humor and spontaneous wit. Barrie’s style is both poetic and fanciful, and through his charac- ters we catch the tenderness and love lie feels for them. Renate Zimmers, as “Alice,” found herself in a very delicate situa- tion. She, who had been the belle of India, discovered that she must doff her youth and gaiety, and sit by the lire if she would please her exacting children. It was an extremely difficult part, but it was safe in Renate’s hands as she combined thought and ability in her interpretation. Amy, skilfully played by Elizabeth Bennett, proud of her sophis- tication, recently acquired from the theatre, felt that she must lead her “unsophisticated” mother kindly but firmly into the paths of righteous- ness from whence, as Amy thought, she had so sadly strayed. In accom- plishing her self- appointed mission, Amy became deeply involved with both her family and their very interesting and somewhat gullible friend, Stephen Rollo, with whom she ultimately fell in love. We find ourselves wondering if charming little Amy could really have managed such a perplexing thing as the well regulated home she conducted during her parents’ absence in India. 89 Alice Campbell, in a suave but thoroughly masculine manner, won the audience with her handsome face, correct clothes, and engaging’ per- sonality. There is a quality of tone in Alice’s voice that appeals to us all. We only wish her part had been a bigger one. and one in which she could have shown more of her really unusual ability as an actress. The comedy of the plav was largely in the hands of Caroline Sweeney, who conveyed it to us with spontaneous humor and clear understanding. Anne Young had the difficult role of a father who loved and admired extravagantly, not only his three children, but even more bis beautiful, vivacious wife. Anne certainly looked her paternal part, and it was hard for us to believe that with her gruff voice, iron grey hair, and manly stride, she was still underneath our blushing Anne. Florence took the part of an ingenue, whom she interpreted with ease and dexterity. From the minute she stepped on the stage, all eyes were riveted on her, and on the colorful and stylish frocks which she wore with an air that belied her daily use of the uniform. Everyone played her part in the smoothest and most finished man- ner. If we seem to praise too extravagantly, we are only voicing the opinion of all who saw Alice Sit By The Fire,” and, after all, can you praise perfection too highly? JUNIOR PLAY Miss Somf.hody Ei.su” In the Senior song, sung after the Junior play, there appeared the line. Miss Somebody Else has won our hearts.” It is most assuredly true, the words of the song only echoed the sentiments in the hearts of those present. How could it be otherwise with such a distinguished cast as the following: Mrs. Delavan Mildred Delavan. Susan Constance Darcy Celeste -Elizabeth Council Wilma McFarland Miranda Boyd Louise Wende Margaret Rumsey 90 Mrs. Herrick Mr. Delavan Cruger Blainwood Ralph Hastings Sylvester Crane Bert Shaffer John Lois Lasater -Gretchen Dishong .Genevieve Stewart Jean Barker Mary Cunningham Beatrice Masterson Eleanor Weir The plot of the play was different from any we have had presented heretofore, and we congratulate Miss Frances on her selection of a play so full of delicate and intriguing situations, and so cleverly and enter- tainingly written. The all-star cast was headed by our new discovery, Louise Wende, who played the part of Constance Darcy with unusual piquancy and fascination. She gave her lines fluently and with a touch of blarney that made us very sure that in a former incarnation she was certainly Ireland’s own. Genevieve, as the hero bold, was a typical, dashing young man. The hardest part for a girl to play well is that of a man or boy. and Genevieve acquitted herself well. In voice and action she was the quintessence of manly vigor. Her clothes fitted, and she looked especially attractive in the plus fours that are so unusual at M. Y. S. Were there any two who were more attractive than Elizabeth and Clarissa, the faultlessly attired matrons? The quality of Elizabeth’s voice is one of subtle charm. There was real feeling in everything she did, and her part seemed as vivid to her as her everyday life here at school. Clarissa with her delight ful accent and air of pride certainly won our admiration. As a villain, Jean was a most agreeable surprise. Having seen her as an infant in the Junior vaudeville, imagine our reaction to Ralph Hastings of the waxed mustache, the smooth voice and perfect savoir faire. We are questioning seriously if such a dangerous character should be allowed the freedom of the school. 91 of that gay h we recog- Wilma McFarland as Mildred Delavan acted the pari and petulant young lady with an ease and spontaneity which nized as no easy task. Our Miranda is the queen of comediennes and her interpretation of the pessimistic maid, Susan, was done to perfection. It was, without a doubt, one of the best bits of character work done at M. V. S. this year. And so on with the entire cast. It is much too numerous, and space too limited for us to do more than give a brief but sincere tribute to Margaret Rumsey’s delightful voice, Gretchen Dishong’s character- ization of the true scientific detachment, and to the grace and charm lent to the scene by others of the cast who for one brief hour became the elite of Tuxedo Brook. OCOOC JOOOOl© THE WHITE CLASS PLAYS Joint Owners In Spain” Mrs. Dyer Mrs. Fullerton Mrs. Mitchell- Mrs. Blair Mary Ann Peacock Ruth Crabbs Virginia Harris .-Elizabeth Roberts “Beau of Bath” Beau of Bath Constance Jones Jepson Catherine Dominick Lady of the Portrait Madge Jarratt On Saturday evening. March 6th. the White Class presented two one-act plays, “Joint Owners in Spain,” and The Beau of Bath.” The first play, a lively skit on the petty jealousies of an Old Ladies’ Home, was enthusiastically received, owing largely to the excellent acting of Mary Anne Peacock and Elizabeth Roberts, who played the parts of the two shrewish and quarrelsome old women. Ruth Crabbs as the much- put-upon roommate, and Virginia Harris as the nurse, gave a well bal- anced performance. “The Beau of Bath,” a period play, showed, in brief and lovely fashion, a striking contrast to the comedy. Madge Jarratt was so 93 charming as the lacly of the portrait that we wish we might see her again as she stepped out of the picture on Christmas Eve to speak with her old lover. Constance Jones, as the Beau, entered into the spirit of the play with much feeling, and Katherine Dominick, as the butler, played her part with marked finish. THE YELLOW CLASS PLAYS “Where But In America” Robert Espenhavne Shirley Swope Mollie Espenhavne Betty- Wynn Rugee Hilda, the maid Jane Wallace “The Slave With Two Races” Life, the Slave Marian Kennedy First Girl Eugenie Bournique Second Girl Margaret Verran On the evening of March 20th the school was thoroughly entertained by two one-act plays given by the Yellow Class. The first one, “Where But In America,’’ was a rippling comedy concerning a young married couple who wish to keep their competent, but irrepressible, maid. We admired Bett Wynn’s savoir faire, and her stunning appearance con sumed all the girls with envy. Shirley Swope made a handsome and obedient husband with real dash and vigor. Jane Wallace as the Swedish maid carried off her part to the enjoyment of us all. She dared to speak with a Swedish accent and what ' s more she succeeded. “ I he Slave ith Two Faces ' was an allegory and a very difficult piece to dramatize, but it was thoroughly beautiful, and we were duly impressed. Marian Kennedy gave an exceptionally fine performance with true dramatic spirit. She was ably supported by Eugenie Bourni- que and Margaret Verran. Their costumes were extremely colorful and everyone played her part with such conviction and sincerity that the moral they pointed was certainly driven home. 94 AN EVENING OF FRENCH PLAYS A LMOST everyone agrees with Shakespeare in saying. “The play’s the thing,” hut at M. Y. S. we pride ourselves on being a hit more original and imaginative in that line, than is the average institution of learning. This hidden genius asserted itself Saturday evening, March loth, when we were delightfully enter- tained by two rollicking comedies, presented most proficiently in French by the first and third year classes studying that language. “La Farce de Maitre Pathelin” told the exciting adventures of a lawyer who won a piece of cloth for his wife by flattery and eloquence, and was paid back in his own coin, as was his just desert. Jessie Clark played the role of the lawyer, Pierre Pathelin, with great understanding of the character, and indeed, her picturesque pursuit after imaginary butter- flies (while endeavoring to give the impression of being hopelessly delirious) is never to be forgotten. Elizabeth Roberts portrayed the part of Guillaume, the indignant and deceived cloth-maker in pursuit of justice, in a most pleasing way. Guillemette, the impetuous wife; the stern, impatient judge, and the shepherd who had nothing to say in court but plaintive “baa-baas,” managed their parts with equal success. The second play was “La Farce de Cuvier.” which told of the domestic troubles of a hen-pecked husband who had sworn to do nothing, except what was written by his wife on a certain parchment. Katherine Bavinger was Jacquinot, the meek husband, while Lois Lasater played the part of Jeannette, the crafty and designing wife, who ended her tyrannical career with a dramatic plunge into the wash- tub. Eleanor Hessell was the mother-in-law. very solicitous for her daughter’s welfare and authority. We were entertained during the intermission by the rendering of the “Marseillaise and a charming French poem. After it was all over, we came away hoping it was not the last time that French plays would be given at Mount Vernon Seminary. 95 T HE Commencement Play at M. ' . S. is the most important event of the dramatic year, for it is the only production that represents the combined work of all the classes, including the Seniors. “As You Like It” was the play selected last May, and, unlike productions given in the past, was acted in the quadrangle on the upper terrace where a temporary forest of Arden had been con- structed. Rosemary Ames as the heroine was beautiful, charming and vivacious, and played her part in a manner worthy of her last appear- ance as one of M. Y. S.’s best actresses. Her lover, Orlando, was done by Alice Campbell, who won the heart not only of Rosalind, but of her audience as well. Her acting was finished and convincing, and her voice and walk especially good. The major honors of the play, as all agreed, went decidedly to her performance. Celia, taken by Prances Heckert, was dignified and well bred. She added a splash of color to the scene, whenever she appeared either in her yellow court gown or in her pink flowered woodland dress, in which she accompanied Rosalind in their arduous journey to the exiled duke. V irginia Kaufman, as Oliver, the unpleasant older brother, made as much as she could of a part absurd in itself. Touchstone, as portrayed by Caroline Sweeney, was delightful. The role was one particularly suited to Caroline’s talents, for she is not only a good actress, but she is also a humorous philosopher. Her mannerisms and gestures kept us continually enter- tained. The two dukes, played by Helen Curtis and Anne Young, were both good. Jacques, perhaps the most difficult role in the play, was acted by Virginia Roediger, whose conception was intelligent and care- fully worked out. One of the best features of the production was the chorus of rustics who danced and sang most engagingly, and who almost made us forget how cold was the weather. Miss Frances certainly deserved to be congratulated. % I ATHLETIC BANNER HONOR HIS Banner was won by the deserving W hite Class, whose persistent determination to win this coveted honor gave the class the privilege of hanging the banner in the quadrangle dur- ing commencement week. ATHLETIC AWARD Mary Cunningham won the Athletic Honor Award, after an exciting race, with Virginia W atts, for its possession. AWARDS FOR YEAR END I NO MAY, 1925 Although there were many events to be crowded into the short two months after Easter vacation last year, the athletic work was far from slighted. TENNIS Marion Gaffney met Jane Ouilhot in the singles finals. Jane played an unusually good game, but her opponent proved too much for her. This victory made Marion, for the third time, the tennis champion of the school. Marion Gaffney and Harriet Snider versus Eleanore Haigh and Jane Ouilhot were matched in the doubles finals. The former pair played their prettiest game and won the championship for ' 24 and ' 25 . 99 u SWIMMING Mary Lillian Uppercu was awarded the Pelletier Swimming Clip in recognition of her marked improvement during the year. Miss Stuart, after weeks of constant coaching, made it possible for nine girls, through a representative from Red Cross Headquarters, to pass their National Red Cross Life Saving Tests. These nine girls now wear, and proudly, too, their National Emblem: Catherine DeArntond, Mary Louise Gaut, Pauline Gant, Caroline Sweeney, Alice Robinson, Virginia Watts, Mary Cunningham, Frances Cocroft, Isabel Creed. A swimming chevron of yellow and white was awarded to each of the following girls at the close of the year: Gwendolyn Atwood, Dorothy Davidson, Eleanor Marsh, Mary Searles, Catherine DeAr- mond, Pauline Gaut. Genevieve Stewart, Katherine Archibald, Virginia Watts, Virginia Martindale, Jane Reilly, Mary Dawes, Margaret Dawes, Mary L. Uppercu. Laura Newburger, and Frances Cocroft. The instigation of this chevron was a new goal towards which every swimmer worked her hardest. The following are its requirements: (1) To make the class team. (2) To qualify as an all-round swimmer. (3) To show good sportsmanship and application. TENNIS Prelim i nary Tournam ent Eight girls qualified to play for the fall championship by climbing to the top of the tennis ladder. The tennis ladder system works out in the following way: A girl may challenge another eight rungs ahead of her. If she defeats this opponent, her name is advanced eight places; thus a girl at the foot may readily climb to the top. This year, the honors went to Eleanore Haigh, who defeated Jane Quilhot in the finals, 6-3, 6-3. There are many splendid players now in school, so the big spring tournament is being looked forward to with interest. 100 BASKETBALL Prhi.i m i nary Gam ks I- ' riclay, November 20th, found four enthusiastic class teams eager for the fray. At promptly three o’clock the Senior-Junior game was called. An unusually pretty game was exhibited by both teams, and the Seniors managed to keep the lead until the fourth quarter. The Juniors, however, showed a determination to win. and. after a hard struggle, were victorious, the score being 34-29. At the close of this game, the White and Yellow teams went onto the held. Although the Whites displayed tine spirit and hard work, the Yellows proved too much for them and were victorious with a score of 24-11. CHAMPIONSHIP GAME The Junior and Yellow teams met Thanksgiving morning to decide to which class the championship should go. After an extremely exciting and hard game, the Junior team showed itself to be the stronger ot the two, thus acquiring the coveted tile for 1925 with a score d 34-26. VARSITY GAME Saturday, February 27th. 1926, was a red letter day for M. . S. Her annual varsity game for which the girls had been preparing for two months was scheduled for that date and won with a score of 32-23. The Epiphany gymnasium was gay with yellow and white, and red and white banners representing our own and Miss Madeira ' s school. Caro- lyn Sweeney, our splendid cheer leader, led successful cheers and songs in opposition to those of The Madeira’s. The game was called promptly at 1 1 a. m., with the following team playing for M. Y. S. : Forwards Connie Bavinger. Clarissa White Centers Mary Louise Gaut. Betty-Wynn Rugee Guards Eleanor Hayden. Eleanor Marsh Substitutes Forwards Elizabeth Bennett. Evelyn Comstock Centers Jean Barker, Palmer Dallis Guards Margaret Crouch, Mary Cunningham (Captain) 103 Miss Davis felt particularly pleased this year at being able to work up two almost evenly matched teams. Eleanor Marsh ' s transition from forward to guard work was remarkable. She and Eleanor Hayden showed some splendid team work during the game. Clarissa and Connie each made eight baskets; there were only two changes made in players — Jean and Palmer being put in during the last half. The Madeira team was an excellent one. They played a consistently good game, remarkable for the intelligence of the players and the pass work employed — but our girls were too quick and gained steadily on them from the first. Never has a coach been more appreciated and loved in M. . S. than our Miss Davis. We owe our success to her constant effort and three years of happy, beneficial and interesting work, so we will not even try to voice our deep regret that she is leaving us for good. We all hope sincerely that she will be as successful in the future as she has been in the past. Class Teams Senior Junior Forwards : Centers : Guards : Elizabeth Bennett Eleanor Marsh Mary Louise Gaut Eleanor Hayden (Captain) Alice Campbell Anne Young Clarissa White Mary Cunningham l Captain) Jean Barker Palmer Dallis Miranda Boyd Mary Adams White Ycllozv Forwards: Lament Walker Annett Kirk Centers: Jane Quilhot (Captain) May Dunlap Guards: Katherine Dominick Margaret Johnson Connie Bavinger Evelyn Comstock Jane Wallace Betty- Wynn Rugee Eleanor Linn (Captain) Margaret Crouch 105 GOLF PRELl MINARY TOL ' RNAM EXT 1 he sixteen girls with lowest scores in the qualification round were matched to play for the fall championship. This championship fell into the hands of Mary oolfolk. who defeated Peggy Jeffery bv one stroke. Mary’s score being d7. P.R IG II A M -C l • X X I X GUAM C f 1 hay l.righam and Mary Cunningham presented to the school a golf cup to be awarded to the year s champion. Mary Lillian Uppercu won it last spring, after defeating Mary Cunningham in the final round. Sixteen girls qualified for the tournament, while fifty or more entered the qualification matches. Honorary Members President I Ice-President Secretary Treasurer OPTIMA Miss Jean Dean Cole, Miss Katherine E. Hill Elizabeth Davison Florence Birch Elizabeth Bennett Renat e Zimmers Jean Barker Elizabeth Bennett Florence Birch Miranda Boyd Alice Campbell Elizabeth Davison Mary Louise ( iaut Pauline Gaut Eleanore 1 laigh Eleanor Hayden Anne Hearne Georgia Hencken Helen I lopper Eleanor Marsh Margaret Meyer Wilma McFarland Helen Raynor Elizabeth Roberts Genevieve Stewart Caroline Sweeney Dorothy Thomson Anne Young Renate Zimmers Honorary Member President V ice-President Secretary T reasnrer Miranda Boyd Elizabeth Born Ann Hearne Eleanor Miller Wilma McFarland Margaret Rumsey Mine. Eleanore Peltier Florence Birch Eleanore Haigh Jean Barker Mary Cunningham Kathleen Sheldon Judith Spencer Genevieve Stewart Clarissa White Renate Zimmers Annett Kirk FRENCH CLUB Kathryn Bavinger Betti Bettison Sybil Cleveland Gretchen Dishong Catherine Dominick Odessa Erhard Kathryn Ferguson Janet Gailev Janet Gardner Pauline Gaut Phyllis Goodnow Helen Groetzinger M iriam Grosvenor Virginia Harris Flora Hollingsworth Margaret Johnson Constance Jones Lois Lasater Eleanor Marsh Beat rice I aster son Eleanor Miller Esther Myers Wilma McFarland Elizabeth Roberts Miriam Robertson Margaret Rumsey Margaret . Smith Judith Spencer Caroline Sweeney Evaline T hompson Margaret Jean Yerran Clarissa White Mary Wool folk Renat e Zimmers __Mrs. A. K. Payne Eleanor Marsh Katherine Ferguson __ Elizabeth Roberts Director President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer 115 Sr CHOIR Director Mr. Adolf Torovsky, Jr. Kathryn Bavinger Flora Hollingsworth Betti Bettison Margaret Johnson Margaret Dawes Constance Jones Gretchen Dishong Eleanor Marsh Catherine Dominick Eleanor Miller Kat h ryn 1 erguson Esther Myers Janet Gailev Wilma McFarland Pauline Gant Jean Redick Phyllis Goodnow Elizabeth Roberts Helen Groetzinger Caroline Sweeney Kleanore Haigh Margaret Jean Verran Virginia Harris Clarissa White Eleanor Hayden Renate Zimmers Substitutes Lois Lasater Judith Spencer Helen Raynor Genevieve Stewart Elizabeth Council WALKING CLLT, Honorary Member. ' ; Miss Cole. Miss Guard. Miss Slauson President Pauline Gaut Secretary and Treasurer Eleanor Linn Jean Barker Eleanor Bessell Miranda Boyd Alice Campbell May Dunlap Mary Louise Gaut Pauline Gaut Marguerite Herrick Marie Horst Peggy Jeffery Eleanor Linn Mary Ann Peacock Jean Redick Jane Reilly Elizabeth Roberts Eleanor Rowe Kathleen Sheldon Judith Spencer Clarissa White Anne Young M. V. S. BULLETIN BOARDS (AS WE SHOULD LIKE TO SEE THEM) Sign Below for “The Follies” E. Haigh G. Stewart 1 1 . 1 lopper J. Ouilhot E. Davison r ! i r Xo rules will he in effect tonight on account of Faculty Meeting Miss Hopkins is in her office to receive orders for nuts and cand from 2:00-4:00 p. m. daily r i i i +. Students may take no more than five cuts a week from morning drill We are pleased to announce that the entire student hodv has made Star Honor Roll + i i •+ r — — — j Come to Mrs. McAllisters room for pennants of your favorite college i ! ! I •L s the girls need at least six hours sleep, gentlemen callers must he dismissed before midnight + Permission for dances in Washing n granted only for Saturday nights +• — — •• — •• — — � — .. — - — .. — .. — .. — .. — . — .. • 4- Midnight lunches sold in the kitchen at 1 1 :00 p. m. I lot dogs — 5c Club sandwiches — 25c +- ! ! 4 + Miss Cole will show the latest styles in boyish hobs and masculine clothing j for girls in Great Hall. Friday night. 7 :30 i 4 PEOPLE THAT COUNT Miss Schmitthenner. Miss Davis and Miss Stuart (at Morning Drill ). Marguerite Herrick (at Teahouse). Miss Barber (March 24th). Miss Guard (every Saturday morning). Miss Ball. Mrs. Payne. Mrs. Rickett. Every one on her calendar. ODE TO THE SCORPION ON THE BOTTOM OF THE POOL AT 9 :20 Wriggle, wriggle, little bug, Sprawling in your white- washed tub With your glassy green-eyed stare Watching from your flaky lair. Do you wonder at the shout Girls make as they swim about ? You who hear no sound all day In your white-lined swimming bay. In your heaven’s liquid green Do you smile at sights there seen When gray forms above you pass In Miss Stuart ' s swimming class? Do you wonder at their dives, Those for which they risk their lives, As each curiously spins Quite without the aid of fins? Front dives, back dives, flat dives, all Aiming at you where you sprawl 127 Do commotions overhead Fill your scorpion heart with dread? Many things we’d like to know If you’d tell us e’er you go, But this one we beg of you Do you laugh when we are through? Betti Betti son. Miss Elting (in Chemistry) : If anything should go wrong, we’d be blown skyhigh. Girls in the back row come close to the table, so you can follow better.” Miss Kleps (in Geometry class) : “Pull up the shade and open the window. It’s entirely too warm in here.” Aggie Morris (aside) : “Good idea, it may put some light on the subject.” Miss Elting: “What is creosote?” Mary Boyd: “Ah, isn’t that what they use in Southern cooking?” Do you remember the play Alice Campbell wrote last year, “Words, Words, Words? Jean Barker said it was a pun because it was a play on words. l he Guards Song from “Basketball” — “I want to go where you go, do what you do.” Florence Birch (soliciting for advertisements): “May T see the manager, please ?” Clerk : He isn’t in, would you just as soon see his son ?” F. W. B. : Oh! I’d rather.” J. G. W. (reading announcements) : “Everyone is invited to come to ‘Red Cross’ this morning and make the lay outs r for the babies.” 128 Marchons, marchons, Qu’un singe impur ! Echoes from a Pupil’s Recital Odessa (to Miss Cole) : “I shall sing, ‘To You.’ by Oley Speaks.” Miss Messenger (aside to Miss Carroll ) : “What did she say? I shall sing to you only squeaks?” Miss Kleps: “What were the theorems for today? Mimi: “Terrible!” Shirley Hobhins: “Idiot!” Chick 1 lessell : “Not ! Only in the making.” Shirley: “Yeh — just at the half-wit stage! Renate is so dumb she thinks there is a new dorine called the I .ocarno Compact. Pauline: “I’m just feeling rare today.” C aroline : “Don’t worry, you’ll be well done by tomorrow.” 1 at : “Look at those buzzards flying- over the tennis court. There must be something dead around here.” Toad : Yes, probably a tennis ball. Betti Bettison (after returning from an unsuccessful visit to the cold storage room for apples) : “That was the most fruitless journey 1 ever undertook.” 129 Name obby Charm Pet Expression Indoor Sport Is Secret Ambition Bennett Strach Figure Po’ little lamb Primping Attractive To have curly hair r rench Young Lavender Blush Cute Steaming hair A Scream To own A Spanish villa Zimmers Scarfs Dimples H-m-m-m Eye exercises Particular To he a Wall Street broker Eleanor : “Do you know Sue goes to bed every chewing gum and swallows it in her sleep?” Mary : “Maybe that’s why she’s so stuck up.” Minti (explaining to Mile. Toureille that she was leaving on her week-end) : Je vais prendre ma “faible bout.” Miss Stewart (to M. L.) : “What are you doing now?” M. L. : “I’m laying down on my back-stroke.” Miss Cole (to Alice, when faculty photograph is being taken): “Do we look well?” Alice: “Well enough, but we have been assured that the camera will make up for any deficiencies.” u Adams, Mary C Archibald. Katharine Daytona, Florida Armstrong, Jane Oakland, California Barker, Jean Louisville. Kentucky Bavinger, Kathryn Omaha, Nebraska Beckwith, Sue Aurora, Illinois Bennett, Elizabeth San Antonio, lexas Bentley, Marion Owosso, Michigan Bessell, Eleanor Port Washington, New York Bettison, Betti Wayne, Pennsylvania Birch, Florence Lansdowne, Pennsylvania Born, Elizabeth Glencoe. Illinois Bourn ique, Eugenie Milwaukee, Wisconsin Boyd, Mary Radnor, Pennsylvania Boyd, Miranda Radnor, Pennsylvania Campbell, Alice St. Joseph, Missouri Clark, Jessie Louisville, Kentucky Cleveland, Sibyl Brockport, New York Cocroft, Frances Providence, Rhode Island Comstock, Evelyn Providence, Rhode Island Council, Elizabeth Americus, Georgia Crab us. Ruth Scarsdale, New York Crouch, Margaret Minneapolis, Minnesota Cunningham, Mary Evanston, Illinois Daggett, Blanche Niagara Falls, New York Dallis, Palmer Atlanta, Georgia Davison, Elizabeth Flint, Michigan Dawes, Margaret Evanston, Illinois Dawes, Mary Columbus, Ohio DeArmond, Catherine Washington, D. C. Denton, Margaret Fort Thomas, Kentucky Dishong, Gretchen Omaha, Nebraska Dom i nick, Cath erin e Greenwich. Connecticut Dunlap, May Hinton, West Virginia Emery, Elizabeth Montclair, New Jersey Erhard, Marjorie Brookline, Massachusetts 132 Miss Ferguson, Kathryn Bellevue, Pennsylvania Foshay, Julianne Minneapolis, Minnesota French, Eleanor msterdam, New York Gailey, Janet Bloomington, Illinois Gannon, Kathleen Berkeley, California Gardner, Janet St. Louis, Missouri Gaut, Mary Louise Louisville, Kentucky Gaut, Pauline Knoxville, Tennessee Genius, Jeannette Chicago, Illinois Gilchrist, Jeanne Detroit, Michigan Goodnow, Phyllis Fort Smith, Arkansas Gray, Anne Detroit, Michigan Groetzinger, Helen Hartsdale, New York Grosvenor, Miriam Brookline, Massachusetts Haigh, Eleanore West Roxbury, Massachusetts Hammer, Jean Corpus Christi, Texas Hanna, Mary Eleanor Montclair, New Jersev Harris, Virginia Peoria, Illinois Hass el, Louise Evanston, Illinois Hawkes, Kathryn Corning. New York Hayden, Eleanor New Rochelle, New York Hearne, Anne Wheeling, West Virginia Hencken, Georgia Greenwich, Connecticut Herrick, Marguerite Ancon, Canal Zone H i g i n bot ham, Pr i sc i ll a E van ston , Illinois Hobbins, Shirley Madison, Wisconsin Hollingsworth, Flora Los Angeles, California Hopper, Helen Kalamazoo, Michigan 1 Iorst, Marie Reading, Pennsylvania Jarratt, Madge Marianna, Arkansas J effery, Margaret Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Johnson, Margaret Munice, Indiana Johnston , b ranges Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Jones, Constance Providence, Rhode Island Kennedy, Marion Palo Alto, California Kimball, Alice Groton, Massachusetts Kirk, Annett Findlay, Ohio 133 Miss Kirkwood. Barbara Palo Alto, California Koenig. Dorothy Sioux Falls, South Dakota Lasater, Lois Falfurrias, Texas Lewis , Martha tlanta, Georgia Linn, Eleanor Des Moines. Iowa Ludlum, Katherine Devon, Pennsylvania Mallory, Marjorie Bradford, Pennsylvania Marsh, Eleanor New Bedford, Massachusetts Masterson, Beatrice San Antonio, Texas Meyer, Margaret Buffalo, New York Miller. Eleanor Evanston, Illinois Mitchell, Phyllis Houston, Texas Morris, Agnes Amsterdam, New York Morrison, Adaline Omaha, Nebraska Murdoch, Helen Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Murphy, Margaret Denver. Colorado Myers, Esther Dubuque, Iowa McFarland, Wilma Omaha, Nebraska McKi N nicy . 1 a N et Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Oliver, Jane Los Angeles, Calofirnia Peacock. Mary Ann Chicago, Illinois Pier, Beatrice Greenwich, Connecticut Pope, Mary Walla Walla, Washington Price. Frances Glen Ridge, New Jersey Quilhot, Jane Amsterdam, New York Raynor, Helen Montclair, New Jersey Redick, Jean ( )maha, Nebraska Reilly, Jane Milwaukee, Wisconsin Roberts, Elizabeth Omaha, Nebraska Robertson, M iriam Shamokin. Pennsylvania Rowe, Eleanor Pittsburgh, I Pennsylvania Rugby, Betty-Wynn Milwaukee. Wisconsin Rumsey. Margaret St. Louis, Missouri Sanders. Janet Little Rock, Arkansas Sheldon. Kathleen St. Louis, Missouri Smith. Margaret M Franklin. Pennsylvania Smith. Margaret V Omaha, Nebraska 134 Miss Spencer, Judith “ Stewart, Genevieve__ 44 Sweeney, Caroline “ Swope, Shjrley 44 Thomas, Mary Emma. “ T H O M PSON . A N NE “ Thompson, Evaline... “ T II O M PSO N , Do ROT 1 1 Y _ _ “ Verran, Margaret 44 Voorhees, Eleanor “ Walker, Laurene 44 Wallace, Jane “ Weir, Eleanor “ Wende, Louise 44 White, Clarissa 44 Woodward, Florence. “ Woolfolk, Mary 44 Young, Anne 44 Zimmers, Ren ate St. Louis, Missouri Flint, Michigan Indianapolis, Indiana Orlando, Florida Berkeley, California Los Angeles. California Everett. Washington San Antonio, Texas Des Moines, Iowa Amsterdam, New York Denver, Colorado Tulsa. Oklahoma .San Francisco, California Buffalo, New York .Villa Nova, Pennsylvania Owosso, Michigan -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Omaha, Nebraska Milwaukee, Wisconsin 135 -ADS 137 SHAW BROWN COMPANY 1114 F Street, N. W. Qem Dealers of International Reputation 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’’ •+ 138 An Institution in Keeping with the Grandeur : Beauty of The National Capital The IV or d ' s Most Beautiful Hotel Connecticut Avenue at De Sales Street Washington, I). C. 139 Our First store located at 2J7 Broadway , ( neat Murray Street ) New York City W. AND J. SLOANE -09““! 1-713 Twelfth St., N. W., Washington, D. C. New York San Francisco Established iSjj Established overdo years ago, today the leading Specialists in Furnishings which help to make better and more com- fortable homes. Our new Washington store opened Mat ch 13, 1 926, located at 709-7 1-7 3 Twelfth St., N. IV . 140 Furniture, Draperies, Upholstering, Painting and Paperhanging We are at all times ready with suggestions for making your home more beautiful, whether it be one room or the entire house. Estimates cheerfully furnished. James B. Henderson FINE FURNITURE, MIRRORS, LAMPS 1108 G STREET N. W. PHONE MAIN 7676 Established 50 Years 141 + Washington Paris Julius Garfinckf.l Co. Presenting for Every Occasion Smart Youthful Apparel ESPECIALLY DESIGNED FOR SCHOOL GIRLS AND YOUNG COLLEGE WOMEN At Moderate Prices Different new selections arrive daily from the world’s most noted makers. Graduation Outfits Sports Apparel F Street Corner of i 3TH i i + — 142 COMPLIMENTS OF DANN COMPANY Millinery Importers 13th AND F STREETS 143 NORMAN E. BROOKE Successor to Edward Brooke MEATS Wholesale and Retail Hotel and Cafeteria Supplies STANDS: 616-617-618 Center Market, Ninth Street Wing Washington, D. C. — 1 6 KZJ) PASTEURIZED MILK SPECIAL NURSERY MILK GRADE “A” GUERNSEY MILK PASTEURIZED CREAM WHIPPING CREAM BUTTER EGGS COTTAGE CHEESE CHEVV CHASE DAIRY 3204-8 N STREET, N. W. TELEPHONE WEST 183-184 145 Kalorama Garage 1640 Kalorama Road Telephones Columbia 7186 Columbia 6203 Columbia 4949 Columbia 7200 Storage of Qasoline and Eledtric Cars Westinghouse Batteries Accessories Repair Shop Tires Qas Painting 146 Established 1832 PHILADELPHIA THE GIFT SUGGESTION BOOK mailed upon request illustrates and prices Jewels : Watches : Clocks : Silver : China Qlass and Novelties from which may be selected distinctive Wedding, Birthday, Graduation and other Gifts VALUE The Stieff Piano has a VALUE which has been fixed by the price for which it is sold, but that price cannot measure its real VALUE The recognized high standard of the Stieff Piano is undisputed and its VALUE is known by those who appreciate quality. WASHINGTON WAREROOMS 1340 G STREET, N. W. Factory, Baltimore, Md. Estab. 1842 J. C. ConlifF, Mgr. 147 ESTABLISHED 1862 WM. BALLANTYNE SONS BOOKSELLERS, STATIONERS, AND ENGRAVERS 1409 F STREET NORTHWEST WASHINGTON, D. C. 1 i i . + J V. MULLIGAN COLLEGE, SCHOOL AND FRATERNITY JEWELER CUPS, PLAQUES AND MEDALS 1110 F STREET N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. 148 WOODWARD LOTHROP WASHINGTON, D. C. The store worthy of the nation’s capital Visitors are always welcome MRS. JOSEPH LE1TER MRS. ORMSBY 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 149 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 + . .4. COMING! Tea House Bazaar | DECEMBER, 1926 | i I HOW WILL YOU HELP? DECIDE NOW! 150 THE HOTEL BUILT WITH AX IDEAL Located in Washington’s Prettiest Residential Section 1200 Rooms A remarkable airplane photograph shows lhal every guest All Outside V ith Bath room in Wardman Park Hotel is a sunny outside room, Rooms overlooking beautiful surroundings The Wardman Park Hotel has the quiet of a country home and the convenience of a metropolitan center. Away from street noises, yet it is within easy walking distance of the Nation’s ’’Business Offices,” the shopping district, theatres and historic points of interest. HARRY WARDMAN. President ELMER DYER, Manager W A R D M A N P A R K II O T E L CONNECTICUT AVKNTK ANI) WOODLEY ROAD WASHINGTON. I). C. 4 -— ■ + J. H. SMALL SONS Florists and Landscape Contractors Dupont Circle North 7000 151 Members National League of Commission Merchants of the United States International Apple Shippers Association W. H. HARRISON CO., Inc. Fruits and Vegetables Commission Merchants •••. .•••••• • • • • . :• ' •••• : VV: .- :Vv :•= : •� • •••• V:.- — • • : •• ••• : WASHINGTON, D. C j Quality Price Phone Main 9890 Service M. E. HORTON, Inc. Wholesale Qrocers Food Products and Janitor Supplies We Cater to Hotels, Restaurants, Hospitals, Schools and Institutions 608-620 C Street S. W. Washington, N. C. R. R. Depot and Rec. Dept. 609-621 Virginia Ave. 152 James F. Oyster Co. I Incorporated : Butter, Eggs and Cheese 900 and 902 Pennsylvania Avenue, N. W. Telephone ] 4820 Main I 4821 WASHINGTON, D. C. 153 + ' — — — — •• — •• — •• — — •• — •• — •• — “• — — “ — — •• — ” — — “ — •“ — — •• — — — — — — ' J i 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 3064 : : Connecticut Ate. Shop 1728 Connecticut Ave., N. W. North 184 ! ! 134 Emerson Orme Buick Sales and Service 1618-1630 M Street N. W. Telephone Franklin 3860 Washington, D. C. OPEN 24 HOURS A DAY Garage | Tires and Tubes I + Gasoline and Oil Accessories i Cuts in This Annual By Charlotte Engraving Co. Charlotte, N. C. 155 + I North 8771 9754 Dupont Flower Shop INC. 2012 P Street at Dupont Circle Washington, D. C. ELMER C. MAYBERRY, Manager +« + + — ■ — — f Odd Things Not Found Elsewhere BERRY WHITMORE CO. Diamonds Watches Jewelry Stationery Engraving F and 1 1th Streets WASHINGTON, D. C. Phone 4545 4546 + + Our Master Tailors have just completed The New Riding Habits for Spring Ready for immediate wearing The Women’s Shop of the RALEIGH HABERDASHER 1310 F Street (jpnulitii £iuru iLtlaukrtu uub Arrmtuirirs (Enmfnrtalilru ®be 2mm t (Elusrt I2IH1 (Emturrtintt Aur. I tSuiiimi anil SianMtrrrliipfH j (Tail cirri) § tlk IhiiHutnrar Itlr § nlirit tjmtr lIitBturiis yiimu ' iflaitt 88UiI i t Ash A Shop of Individuality Fashions for every occasion await vour selection. Charm- ing Dresses for day and even- ing wear. Handsome Coats and Wraps, Rich Furs, Smart Flats, Sport Suits and Sweaters, Blouses and Novelties. w 1217 Conn. Ave. Washington, D. C. + + ■+ i (pa sterna k ehCodes ARE RECOGNIZED AS THE SMARTEST IN WASHINGTON C, ' (Avns : li raps Coats : Suits : Furs Chapeaux READY To YVEAlt MADE TO ORDER M. PASTERNAK 1219 Connecticut Avenue WASHINGTON, D. C. + Our Misses Shops Enlarged ! Newest of New Fashions! Have You Shopped lately at Jelleff’s 1216-1218-1220 F. Street, N. W. GRACE DODGE HOTEL WASHINGTON. D.C A delightful hotel for men and women travelers Near the Capitol and the Union Station Excellent food and service Moderate Rates No Tipping Write for Reservations + + 157 The GREEN LINE SIGHTSEEING TOURS OF | WASHINGTON RELIABILITY DEPENDABILITY Main Office No. 2 F St., N.W. Phone Lincoln 91 Washington, D. C. . „ . [• The Louise Hand Laundry specializes in Ladies Lingerie, Qeorgette Crepes, Silks, and all fine Linens Mens Silk, Flannel and Dress Shirts n Phone North 354 1405-7 Twelfth Street, N. W. • 1 1 COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND • j w h H PHONE MAIN 6953 Members Florists Telegraph Delivery WHITE, INC. Florists 14th AND H STREETS, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. 158 The Luggage of the Smart Traveler comes from 1314-16 18 F St. N. W. ■— . — . — 4 f f MARKETING DELIVERED FREE OF CHARGE TEL. MAIN 3649 JANES B. SMITH S SONS Stands: 2 1 7-219-220-222-250-252 Center Market WASHINGTON, D. C. PROMPT AND CAREFUL ATTENTION Vegetables of All Kinds R ich’s Proper Foottvear 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. +■ + f f Phone Main 8649 Chas. H. Javins Sons Dealers in Fresh and Smoked Fish , Oysters , T errapin t Poultry, Qame, Etc . 8 Center Market, B Street Wing WASHINGTON, D. C. 159 — f 1 j Eacho Company “SEA FOODS” Main 10130 Municipal Fish Market f f F. Wm. LOETSCH PARTRIDGE BRAND HAMS AND BACON Cooked Meats a Specialty Jones Dairy Farm Sausage Burks Frankfurters j Main 1241 500-501 Center Market Washington. D. C. Y — � ■ — + Philadelphia Print a Specialty Established 1848 P. V. HOUGH SON Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Butter, Cheese and Eggs 32 5-327 Center Market 39-40 Wester n Market Telephone West 198 Washington, D. C. + j BLUE MILL COFFEE IS THE BEST i i ® j | P. W. Browning Bro. Washington, D. 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BUSINESS STATIONERY 1 VISITING AND BUSINESS CARDS CREST AND COATS OF ARMS MONOGRAM STA I IONERY + + •I . — .. — .. — .. — .. — .. — .. — .. — .. — .. — .. — . — .. — t«f. REEVES CHOCOLATES Made here 1209 F STREET N. W. + + ART SUPPLIES Muth 710-13th M. 6386 +■ — + +. — TEN SC HER! ' tk FLACK ' Photographers S02 F Street, N. W. PHONE Main 5495 Main 9114 Groups and Flashlights Our Specialty Whitmore, Lynn Alden Co. 1225 F St., N. W. Washington, D. C. CLASS PINS AND RINGS Jewelers Silversmiths We invite the Ladies of Mt. Vernon Seminary to visit our shop. 162 FOOTER’S The | Cleaners and Dyers Lotos Lantern ! of Tea Room Wearing Apparel i of All Descriptions • •• • • • • • • • «•• ••• • • • M •• • • • • • X ••• • 731 Seventeenth Street 1332 G St., N. W. Main 2343 L . ... __ - - — -! Il J Tea Room and Qift Shop f H Hugh Reilly Co ♦ PAINTS GLASS Wholesale j Retail FRANKLIN CO. Opticians 1329 F STREET, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. ! J j | ! i + 1334 Neiv York Avenue Phone Main 1703-4-5 I I I I i i BROWN TEAI’OT SHOP 1147 Connecticut Avenue N. W Washington, P. 1 ' . j GIFTS FOR ALL OCCASIONS j j HOME DECORATIONS ■ i • F + • — - — ■ — — - — “ — — - — •• — •• — — — •+ 163 + •• - • b 4 Telephone Main 861 BRENTANO’S COMPLIMENTARY i BOOKSELLERS, ENQRAVERS AND STATIONERS i i F Twelfth St. Washington, D. C. + + ! | ! PRESBYTERIAN STANDARD | | PUBLISHING COMPANY j I Printers and Publishers ! I j I ' I i i GARLAND COURT CHARLOTTE, N. C. i mmmam l � 64 I lawk itfl V. fr ■•:’ ‘i .-; r f 5 f- ' -X l ' - « v. ’$v!sf - l3 . , ' y ' •K hr