Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

Text from Pages 1 - 168 of the 1927 volume:

COLLEGE special Collections Division ,¥t c LO r VOL V MT. VERNON SEMINARY WASHINGTON, D. C. 1927 i 7 teJr u ; Table of Contents View Section Editorial Faculty . Cupola Staff . Senior Class . Junior Class . White Class . Yellow Class . Literature School Events Dramatics Athletics Clubs Art Jokes Advertisements pace • 4-7 . 9 . 11 . 12 . 14 . 41 . 43 . 45 ■ 47 . 81 . 91 . 99 . 107 . 119 . 123 . 131 be aware of it. We are given opportunities by the score for development of mind and body; we are given work; we are given play. But the greatest of all these is the everpresent opportunity to make friends. The value of this gift may be represented by an “x, as its amount is unknown, depending upon the eagerness of each girl to accept it, and upon the extent to which she makes use of it. Every activity which invites our time and attention has a social aspect the development of which far excels in importance the generally-recognized accomplishment of that activity; namely, the contact it gives us with each other. The Ingenuity Contests, for example, illustrate this. The enjoyment of the performance by the audience is not to be compared with the pleasure which the girls who are contesting have had in working with their respective classmates Thus the value of the performance is infinitesimal compared with the possibilities of friendship that have been afforded during the time of frantic preparation. For association with a girt in a practical task will reveal her true self to an extent which never could be discovered by observation Her sportsmanship, her sense of responsibility, or perhaps nothing more than her power of understanding, wins our admiration and, before we know it, the foundation for a friendship. The same is true, in varying degrees, in all our studies and sports; in fact, we are literally swamped with opportunities for forming these priceless ties So swamped are we, indeed, that unfortunately many pass by unused. I do not know of anything that impresses me more as the days go by than the number of attractive, inteb ligent, worth-while girls with whom it is our privilege to associate. And yet some of us are content with narrowing our little circles of friends until the circles are scarcely more exten- sive than a dot— one single co-mate 1 It is this girl who is the least appreciative of her Alma Mater ' s gift. Doubtless time, common interest or purposes, or other forces bring about a deeper devotion to those of our particular group. Herd tendencies, we are told, are natural animal instincts. The point is, however, that it is a grave error for us to confine ourselves entirely to this narrow scope and not make a conscious effort to enlarge it. One attached to another by affection, regard, or esteem — that is Mr. Webster ' s definition of a friend. Perhaps we differ; perhaps we agree. At any rate the matter is worth pondering Ponder, then, and see how many friends you can boast The result will be a revelation to you. — Janet Gardner, Editor Hn ' Chief 9 MBi Faculty Miss Jean Dean Cole Miss Wilfrida Messenger Miss Katharine Hill Miss Frances DeVilla Ball Miss Margaret Barber Mrs, Annie M. Baylis Miss Catherine S, Blakeslee Mrs. Edythe Marmion Brosius Miss Beulah James Carpenter Miss Frances Chickerinc Miss Constance Churchyard Miss Alice E. Edwards Miss Rebekah Elting Miss Dora Guille Faulkner Miss Maude Frances Miss Elizabeth Gladman Miss Bess Grove Miss J, Lorn a Guard Miss Katharine Cockrell Hall Miss Mildred Hanna Miss Elizabeth Alger Hillyar Miss Alice B, Hopkins Miss Marian Kleps Mrs. Charlotte Guard McAllister Miss Blanche MacAu ley Miss Louise J. Martin Mule Jeanne Moule de la Raitrie Mrs. Netta C. Murphey Mrs. Adela Kleinschmidt ' Payne Mme. Eleanore Peltier Miss Elsa Louise Raner Mrs. Alys M. Rickett Miss Margaret M, Slausgn Miss Alice M. Trippett Miss Harriet B. Walker Miss Marion Wallace 11 Miss Carpenter Miss Churchyard Janet Gardner Marie Horst Cupola Staff . Faculty Advisers EditOY ' in ' Cbkf . Assistant Editor Mary Cunningham Margaret Meyer Advertising Manager Business Manager Madge Jarratt Literary Editor Esther Goetz Assistant Literary Editor Kathleen Sheldon . Art Editor Betty Wynn Rogee Athletic Editor Martha Gallagher Assistant Athletic Editor Miriam Grosvenor JoJ(e Editor Edna Sherman Dramatic Editor Jane Armstrong Photograph Editor 12 Miss Constance Churchyard Class Adviser Senior Class Class Motto “Achieve the Honorable Class Flower. Claude Pernet Rose CLASS OFFICERS Katherine Ferguson President Louise Wende Vice-President Jane Armstrong Secretary Mary Cunningham . Treasurer Mary Adams Lois Lasater Jane Armstrong Beatrice Mastfrson Elizabeth Council Wilmo McFarland Mary Cunningham Janet McKinney Palmer Dallis Margaret Meyer Gretchen Dishong Jane Oliva Odessa Erhard Frances Price Katherine Ferguson Kathleen Sheldon Janet Gardner Genevieve Stewart Katherine Hawkes Evaltne Thompson Madge Jarrett Dorothy Thomson Louise Wende 14 MARY ADAMS “Liir Oakland, California T wo Tears Optima, ' 27 Class Basketball Team, 25, ' 26 Dramatics, ' 27 Commencement Play, ' 26 Secretary of Board of Tea House Directors, ' 27 Junior Gym Team, ' 26 impression Deep sea eyes. A Editor’s roll Chipmunks. Jolly joviality. “Soundings, A student m arms. 16 JANE ARMSTRONG Oakland, California T u ' o Tears Optima, 27 Photograph Editor, ' 27 Secretary of Senior Class, ’27 Tea House Board of Directors, ’27 impression The Sphinx . Silent wisdom. Still waters , etc, Watch ' the ' BirdieJdne. Benevolent Buddha. ELIZABETH COUNCIL “Lif Americus, Georgia Four Tears President of Yellow Class, 24 Choir, ' 27 Secretary of junior Class, ' 26 President of Domestic Science Board Glee Club, 27 of Directors, ' 27 Dramatics, ' 26, ' 27 IMPRESSION Lotus eaters. Exquisite manners and exquisitely mannered f Southern languor. A dimple and a drawl. Charter member of the Steu art Council League. Figs from Thistles, 18 MARY CUNNINGHAM Evanston, Illinois Four Tears President of White Class, 25 President of French Club, 27 President of Red Cross Council, 26 President of Athletic Association, 27 Treasurer of White Class, 24 Treasurer of Junior Class, 26 Treasurer of Senior Class, ' 27 Treasurer of French Club, 26 White Class Basketball, 24, ' 25 junior Basketball, ' 26 Dramatics, ' 25, 26, ' 27 impression Windy heights. Versatility. H timorously quiz$k l. A Valkyrie. Magnetism refined . The Amazon. Energy plus. Varsity Team, ' 24, 25, 27 Captain Varsity Basketball, ' 25, 26, ' 27 Captain Junior Basketball, ' 26 Captain Senior Basketball, ' 27 Athletic Medal, 24, 25, 26 Swimming Team, 23, 24, 25 Baseball Team, ' 23, 24 Athletic Editor of Cupola, 26 Advertising Manager of Cupola, 27 French Club, 25, 26, ' 27 19 PALMER DALLIS Atlanta, Georgia Tu o Tears Optima, ' 27 Junior Basketball, 26 Senior Basketball, ' 27 Manager of Junior Swimming Team, ' 26 Varsity Basketball Team, ' 27 Joke Editor of Cupola, ' 26 impression 1927 s Comedy. Do-a I, darc ' dlL Unfussable . Droll Comte strip cut-up. “ Hall Portions Bu i Temer. 20 GRETCHEN DISHONG Gretch ” Omaha, Nebraska Two Tears Optima, 26, ' 27 Choir, ' 25, 26 Glee Club, ' 26 Dramatics, ' 26 President of Le nd ' i-Hand Society, ' 26, ' 27 impression Curly loc s. Simplicity . “Little Lord Fduntleroy. Battledore and Shutt e-coc . Tel Iota and white daisies. ODESSA ERHARD “Odie Glassport, Pennsylvania T wo Tears Optima, ' 27 Glee Club, ' 26, T 27 Choir, ' 27 IMPRESSION Comedy of Manners. orchids, “The Song and Dance Man 1 Steadfast. 22 KATHRYN FERGUSON “Kay Goraopolis Heights, Pennsylvania Six Years Optima, ' 27 President of Senior Class, ' 27 Glee Club, ' 22, ' 23, ' 24, ' 25, 26 Yellow Class Vice-President of Glee Club, ' 25 Dramatics, ’27 Choir, ' 22, ’23, ' 24, ' 25, ' 26 Junior-Senior Banquet Speech, ' 27 IMPRESSION “Mar Gaelic wit. Sarcasm served smilingly . Effective. Elusive charm The Lad) ' of the High CY Keeper of the M. V. S. conscience. JANET GARDNER Jdn St. Louis, Missouri Two Tears Optima, ' 27 EditopiivChief of Cupola, ' 27 Assistant Literary Editor of Cupola, ' 26 Glee Club, ' 26 Dramatics, ' 27 Walking Club, ' 27 JumorSenior Banquet Speech, ' 27 Commencement Play, ' 27 impression Clever buffoonery. The Jester. Concealed cleverness . Moves. Veiled sfui ts — or barbed wire- — or something. 24 KATHERINE HAWKES “Kay Corning, New York Two Tears Senior Basketball Team, ' 27 Junior Swimming Team, ' 26 IMPRESSION The good Samaritan. “Ad astral per a spent. Punch. Dolphins. Our next bet for the Channel Everlasting jire. 25 l o u MADGE JARRATT San Antonio, Texas Two Tears White Class, Dramatics, ' 26 Literary Editor of Cupola, ' 27 impression Moss roses and golden sand. Pierrot mouth. H oney- warm voice . Sophistication. All the Sad Young Men.” LOIS LASATER San Antonio, Texas T wo Years Optima, ' 26, ' 27 Choir, ' 26, ' 27 Glee Club, ' 26 Dramatics, ' 26, ' 27 impression Beige and ivory . Titian Doves. Infinite gentleness. The Romantic Lady. BEATRICE MASTERSON “ Bootsie San Antonio, Texas T wo Tears Dramatics, 26, 27 Choral Club, 26 Choir Mistress, 27 Optima, 27 Swimming Team, 26 IMPRESSION Choir caps and caroling. Good nature, eagerness, interest, SunsJune and laughing waters. Bigger and Better Bootsies. 28 wilma McFarland Omaha, Nebraska Two Tears Junior Gym Team, ' 26 French Club, ' 26, ' 27 Glee Club, ' 26, ' 27 Choir, ' 26, ' 27 Optima, ' 26, ' 27 Dramatics, ' 26, ' 27 Treasurer of LendAHand Society, ' 27 Class Poet, 27 impression “Cherie. Dim lights, soft music, night wind. Summer. The Age of Innocence. Gardenia — -white and fragile. Kitten on the Keys. Sugar-coated intelligence. The Pam ui Pessimist, janet McKinney Pittsburgh , Pennsy l vania Two Tears Class Basketball, ' 27 Secretary of Lend A ' Hand Society, ' 27 IMPRESSION Oiiue groves. Perfect poise. Blac eyed Susans. Why not Brunettes? 30 MARGARET MEYER “Maggiir Buffalo, New York Two Tears Optima, ' 26, ' 27 Vice-President of Optima, ' 27 Business Manager of Cupola, ' 27 Dramatics, ' 27 Junior Gym Team, ' 26 IMPRESSION The Confidence Lady. Efficiency expert. The wearing of the green. A Jr lend in need. Permanently raving. JANE OLIVER Los Angeles, California Tu o Yam Walking Club, ' 27 Dramatics, ' 27 Chairman of Property Committee, ' 27 IMPRESSION Exclamation points. Tlie Beloved Vagabond 1 Golden Glint. Cali forma poppies. Puns and parables. 32 FRANCES PRICE “Frannie Montclair, New Jersey Two Tears Dramatics, 27 Yellow Class, impression An angel unaware. Crinoline days. Subtlety. Pale gold and amber. Mrs. Santa Claus . 33 KATHLEEN SHELDON Kane ' St, Louis, Missouri Two Tears Optima, 27 Senior Basketball Team, ' 27 Walking Club, ' 26, ' 27 Varsity Basketball Team, ' 27 President of Walking Club, ' 27 Dramatics, ' 27 French Club, ' 26 Art Editor of Cupola, ' 27 JuniorSemor Banquet Speech, 27 impression WincLbloum. Bacchante. Gold and bottle green. Sketch bool{s , Narcissus. ' The Constant A [yrnphT 34 GENEVIEVE STEWART Fm Flint, Michigan Five Tears President of Optima, ' 27 President of Junior Class, ' 26 President of Yellow Class, ' 23 Secretary of Yellow Class, ' 22 Optima, ' 24, ' 25, ' 26, ' 27 Choir, ' 27 Glee Club, ' 23, ' 25 Business French Club, ' 25 Swimming Team, ' 22, ' 23, ' 24 Regent of M, V, S. Society, ' 27 Dramatics, ' 23, ' 24, ' 25, ' 26, ' 27 junior -Senior Banquet Speech, ' 26 Cheer Leader, ' 27 Vice-President of Optima, ' 25 Manager of Cupola, ' 23 impression Dignity, Grace ufly gracious, A mystery. Cheerleader Extraordinaire. Graciously graceful An Optimist. A stoord m a re fret sheath. 35 EVAUNE THOMPSON “£vie Everett, Washington Two Teurs Walking Club, ' 27 Choral Club, ' 26 impression Enigma. West winds. ‘ The Importance of Being Earnest Belligerent phry ulness. 36 DOROTHY THOMSON “Dot San Antonio, Texas T wo Year 3 Optima, ' 26, ' 27 Treasurer of Optima, ' 27 impression Young hopeful The Texas Ranger. Winnowed wisdom. Halos. 37 LOUISE WENDE Wende Buffalo, New York Two Tears Vice-President of Senior Cla ss, ' 27 Commencement Play, ' 26, 27 Dramatics, ' 26, ' 27 Junior Gym Team Captain, ' 26 Monologuist Junior-Senior Banquet, ' 26 Walking Club, ' 27 IMPRESSION Moonlight duel roses. The Princess m the Tower. Prom-time and Junetime. Blue sJ(ies, Snoia and dajfodils, 7s(ell Bnnjyey girls. Ingenue. What Gentlemen Prefer . 28 Now we ' ve reached far down in the depths of our hearts And we ' ve gathered there a song; In the days we are living we are framing the morrow, And thy wisdom is tuning our song, M. V. S. M, V, S. M, V. S. Here s to you! What is thy wish that thy children should do? May we look behind with no cowardly eye. But fare up the way with the head held high, May we work with a will. And forever hold a love that is Lasting for Green and Gold. May we rev Vent he and tolVant, kmd, And serve as we go with an open mind; May we search till we find what beauty can do, May we strive for the truth and love it, too, May we pledge these in honor, and hold them true, M, V. S, M. V. S. M. V. S, Here ' s to you! These are the things that thy children must do. Now we ' ve reached far down in the depths of our hearts And we ' ve gathered this song; When the days of the past have builded a morrow. May we send back to thee our world-tried song. 39 Miss Beulah James Carpenter Class Adviser Junior Class Elizabeth Roberts Marie Horst Martha Gallagher Lois Christman President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Margaret Alves Katherine Archibald Lois Christman Faith Decker Catherine Evatt Martha Fitton Martha Gallagher Esther Goetz Miriam Grosvenor Josephine Hall Eleanor Hammer Mary Alicia Harper Virginia Harris Anne Hearne Marguerite Herrick Shirley Hqbbins Marie Horst Elizabeth Johnston Eileen Lafferty Eleanor Miller Mary Pope Jane Quilhot Dorothea Sigel Elizabeth Roberts Edna Sherman Elizabeth Sherwcod Anne Ella Slaughter Rowena Thcm Eleanor Vgorhees Virginia Walsen 41 Margaret M. Smith Beatrice Pier Jeanne Gilchrist Grace Smith Beatrice Austin Carol Bagby Sue Beckwith Eleanor Bessel l Elizabeth Born Frances Bosworth Laura Brown Eugenie Brumley Ruth Crabbs Helen Dawes Katherine Dominick Louise Dickson Nancy Dougherty Miss Rebekah Elting Cldss Adviser White Class B tty Emery Pauline Fairbanks Eleanor French Jeanne Gilchrist Helen Grqetzinger Alice Hand Flora Hqllingsw ' orth Margaret Johnson Frances Johnston Constance Jones Alice Cary Kimball Georgia Lloyd Marjorie Mallory Agnes Morris President V ice President Treasurer Secretary Llblgca Morris Daisy Parsons Beatrice Pier Louise Quarles Louise Raynor Louise Redfield Jean Redich Beatrice Rice Ann Robinson Grace Smith Margaret Smith Jean Spens Laurene Walker 43 J Miss Harriet B. Walker Class Adi? i ser Yellow Class Georgia Hencken , Janet Gailey Katharine Bavinger Barbara Baird Mary Louise Ackley Martha Alexander Arney Anderson Barbara Baird Katharine Bavinger Eugenie Bournique Jessie Burnam Jessie Clark Sybil Cleveland Jane Cochran Evelyn Comstock Mary Thayer Davison Margaret Denton Agnes Dixon Eleanor Duval Marjorie Evatt JU LIANNE FOSHAY Janet Gailey Louise Glancy Nora Glancy Eleanor Hanna Georgia Hencken Peggy Jeffery Elizabeth Kennedy Betty Lacy Katherine Ludlum 45 President Vice-President Treasurer Secretary Sarah Morris Jean Murphy Margaret Murphy Emily Pope Jane Reilly Miriam Robertson Jane Rogers BettY ' Wynn Rugee Martha Seabury Jean Symington Elizabeth Titus Anne Thompson Rosalie Wood Wet Gold Blown hy the winds Of the spicy Eastern Indies Riding on the crest Of the salt blue waves, The pirate ship “Orion ' Like a white winged seagull. At last weighs anchor By the rockbound caves. The merry buccaneers Unload the hoarded treasure Hide it down deep In their rocky cavern tombs; Gold chests of Asia With rubies, jade and amethysts, Scimitars of ivory And rich perfumes. Purple peacock feathers, Tingling lapis bracelets, Clare colored velvet And greervgold jars Red lacquer lanterns, Jingling silver anklets, Soft-striped tigerskins And pure ingot bars. The merry buccaneers Drain their huge gold winecups As the slave girls dance To a haunting, lilting tune. Then a long, sweet sleep To dream of gold and plunder While the white-bailed ship rocks Beneath the crescent moon. —Beth Sherwood 46 a Pardners Lemme see, it was nigh five yeres gone by thet Big Jim Kenyon journeyed from these ere parts — By gum, time shore does fly! It seems but yesterday he stood here all big and tall and strong with a fire in his eye and pats me on the back and sez to me, sez he, ' Pete, I ' m goin ' I can t stay here, God knows I want to, but somethin ' is callin ' me, Pete. I ' ve got to go. Whar I ' m a goin ' , the good Lord only knows. I ' ll cum bak ole Pete when I ' ve done somethin ' — somethin ' worth doin ' . This ole mine, these boys, mean a heck of a lot to me, but whar will I get? Nowhere — nowhere — Pete, ole boy, so long — Ole Pete gets up and walks to the door slowlike and stands thar lookin ' out. Outside it blew cold and one o ' them slitherin ' winds made the ole banshee sing in the trees. But, inside, a fire roared and blazed, and around it all us men sat in groups after a long day ' s work; some of us talkin ' quietlike, others just settin ' an ' thinkin ' - but all of us waitin ' — waitin ' — we didn ' t ' xactly know what fer, but waitin ' , Faith, Pete! sings out young Reilly, thet red ' headed Irishman, new in the mine an ' alius pokin ' his nose inter everythin ' thet ' s goin What in ' ell do yez be thinkin ' yere doin ' ? There ' s nothin ' but coyotes out thar, or be ye thinkin ' o ' skeerin ' ' em away? Ole Pete finally comes in and sets down on thet bar skin rug, alongside o ' the fire, while us boys leans forard sort o ' eagerlike, Boys, sez he, I ' ll be for Cellin ' ye a story; a story of friendship atween men — a story as true as I ' m alivin ' , cuz I seen it with me own eyes- Wal, to be gettin ' on — it was just this way. Whan [ furst com to this here mine, Yuba Valley Run it was called then, it was some twenty yeres past. Thar was a good bunch here — A No, 1 fellers — thar was Curly (he s gone now), and Taddy Brooke, and Ding an ' Yuba Bill, an ' thar was Big Jim Kenyon an ' Spike Gallagher. You fellers don ' know an ' never knew Spike. Spike was wal, he was a dinky fiddle feller, no bigger ' n five feet four er mebhe three, but honest, say! Spike was so straight he could hardly bend to pick up a stone, he was thet on the level. Thet ' s a pore joke, fellers but an ole one. Wal, Big Jim an ' Spike struck up one o ' these strange pa rdner ships yer find so often out here. It used ter make us split our sides a laughin ' to see Jim, thet great big giant totin’ little Spike around, messin ' together, bunkin ' together, workm ' together —an ' yet it was sort o ' fine, thar was somethin ' so genuwine about it, thet real pardnership. Jim war the finest feller in the world, at least so Spike said, and if yer listened to Jim, thar warn ' t no one in this ole wide earth quite as good as Spike. Wal, one day, they was down by the ole Yuba Rapids, an ' it war a freezin ' day at thet — an ' they was just a cuttin ' up, an ' all of a sudden, Spike slips an ' afore Jim could ketch him he was in thet icy, swirlin ' river. Jim bein ' a whale of a swimmer, jumps in with boots on an ' everythin ' , an ' hauls pore Spike out who by thet time was nigh stiff with cold an ' half dead, bein ' as he had never larned to swim an ' was dead skeered o ' the water, Wal, after thet Spike had only one reel aim in life an ' thet was to repay Big Jim for what he ' d done. If he ' d loved Jim afore, he worshipped him now. But pore Spike never lived to do anythin ' big for Jim; he was the one as was killed in thet landslide up aside Gold Run — of all thet crew thet was up there it would have to be pcre liddle Spike. It alius seems to be thet way. Fellers! Jim never war the same after thet — but he went around an ' joked with all o ' us after we ' d all gotten over our sad feelin ' s but you could see that under it all he was all busted up — Wal — right after it happened one o ' the boys suggested thet it would be a right nice idea to remember pore Spike in some sort o ' way, so we agreed thet at nine o ' clock in the morn in ' every day for a month, Curly would blow a whistle an ' everythin ' would stop, all the machines, every one o ' us men would lay down what we was doin ' and pray or think jus ' a minute for our pore liddle pardner. An ' so we did! Every mornin ' the whistle blew and we stopped our work and the ones of us as didn ' t know how to pray, thought quietlike for a minute and then the whistle blew again and off we was for a good day ' s work in thet dirty, stinkin ' tunnel. Wal, one day Big Jim went down alone into one o ' the old shafts God knows why he went mebbe it was to be alone whar he could think — mehby to git somethin ' he ' d left down there — no one knew an ' the boys jus ' took it natural thet he had gone on a hike an ' let him be. Anyways Jim was down in the ole shaft forgettin ' all the while the heavy rains the night afore was liable to start the rocks a rollin ' or somethin ' like thet, And thet was jus ' what happened. — Those ole rocks started a tearin ' down the mountain and blocked up the hole of the ole shaft, shettin ' Jim in. How long he was in thar I don ' yet know- — but if ye ' ve ever been shet up way down thar even fur a minute, ye ' ll know the torture Big Jim went thru. Thet feelin ' thet ye ' ll never see the light again — an ' the dust is chokin ' yez ' — an ' ye cayn ' t see fur the blackness and the gases cornin ' up from the wet ground— he could get a liddle bit of air — an ' thet pow ' ful dusty but it was enough to keep him goin ' if he could only make us hear him — if he could only make us stop our machines a minute so ' s we could hear him. He roared — he yelled —he nigh to split his throat yellin ' an ' all the while thar we was workin ' away jus ' a few hunerd yards off an ' him dyin ' like he was. Nary a sound could we hear bein ' as the noise of the lift, the chug ' chugchuggin ' of the sifter, an ' all the rest of the stuff — An ' Jim— cayn ' t ye see him clawin ' at thet dirty wall — tearin ' his nails — chokin ' — sweatin ' — cussin ' — gr owin ' hotter an ' hotter; weaker an ' weaker- . Wal — on the stroke o ' nine, everythin ' stopped as usual and the machines stopped, too and jus ' as we was about to think a minute on pore Spike, we hears a sort of hoarse shout for “Help It seemed to come from thet ole shaft thet no one used no more we thought we was bearin ' things, so went on prayin ' for a spell but no! — it was someone shet up in thet helbhole so we goes over an ' thar was Big Jim Kenyon — an ' we got him jus ' in time as more an ' more the rocks was failin ' in — Jim pulled thru as good as ever, but sort of subdued like he was cuz he knew an ' we all knew thet at last Spike ' s dream had come true — he had saved Big Jim ' s life — but, by his death — The fire was a mass of charred embers — Pete sat thar like a block of wood — while all us boys looked into the darkness kind o ' thinkin ' an ' wondenn — Then one of them, Frisco Jeff, I think it was, sets up slowlike and mutters — “An ' Jim— Big Jim Kenyon— whar is he now? L Dunno, Jeff — he never came hack! — Beth Sherwood Fur drier s ' won the prize ojffered by the Cupola Staff for the best short .story. 49 Ghosts I Should Like To Meet 1 have none of the horror of ghosts that one should have, in fact, there are some I would enjoy knowing. The only thing I ask of them is that they do not destroy any of my favorite illusions concerning themselves hut then I am sure that ghosts are considerate beings. Voltaire! He has imagination with a quick but not entirely thorough knowledge of many things. He would be a companion for many moods, tor he has an appeal for all types of persons, and by his versatile pen is known to many. Yet 1 could not forgive him, were he to have any but a very sallow, yellow complexion. Where I got this idea I do not know, for I am sure that I have never heard his complexion described, yet how could a man have both his personality and a pink and- white complexion? It would be quite impossible. Johnson, the conversationalist, there are times I would rather know him than any other man. How marvelous it would be to hear that great man talk; to hear a few words from that immense store of knowledge, and see that powerful mind at work, or better, to say at play, for to entertain the most brilliant wits of his time was to him a form of relaxation, and to amuse me would be child ' s play. 1 think 1 should have to be awfully quiet, not to expose my vast ignorance to his scorn. But once again I am sure the interview could he spoiled for me hy the lack of one small physical detail, if Johnson did not have dark eyes not warm brown ones nor blue black ones, but ones that were dark green or almost black- grey; I have never seen eyes quite like the ones I mean I should weep Godwin, the friend of Shelley, the man who inspired many men but is remembered through his connection with those men, is another ghost with whom 1 would hold converse. I think he could inspire something in me- if only awe Probably, Godwin is described many places, but if I have ever read a description I do not remember it, but of one thing i am sure- he was tall and very broad-shouldered, maybe it is only because to me he is a powerful man, and naturally one thinks of a powerful man as being either very large or very small, very handsome or very ugly. I should like to look at Byron from a distance in all his fine clothes and surrounded by his admiring women, but I do not want personal intercourse; I would either find too many weaknesses or I would fall in love, and to be in love with a ghost would be a most disastrous plight Perhaps I might envy his ability to diet. There are many other ghosts I would like to meet, but for today I choose these; more would overwhelm me to such an extent that f would always be regretting that I did not remember to look and see if they had ail the things I want them to have. — Alice Cary Kimball 50 Sacrament It is the purpling hour before the black. When Dusk is veiling sky so quietly — For tears and sighs, for all the weary track. This twilight sacrament will comfort me. And from my mind, like fragrant fingers ' touch, The coo! of evening wind, her healing breath, Blows out all ugly, chilling faults, whose clutch Has marred this fleet-flown day, now hushed in death. Those soothing, orchid shades of eve — the breeze, That tender, tiny candle, newly lit, The glowing new-horn sun that on the knees Of Earth sinks sleepily to rest a bit. , , . These have the pow ' r to make me whole and calm; To give me strength to face the coming day; Ah, but for twilight and the shadows ' balm, All life would grow drear, monotonous, and grey — Esther Goetz Dancing A bell shrills in the distance, Down the long grey halls comes the elfin-like patter of some twenty little feet Youthful figures of all sizes and shapes, all heights and widths, bare arms, bare legs, sandaled feet. Laughter and music; dancing. Any girl who takes lessons in the graceful art of dancing at M. V. S. has been given, by the gentle hand of the Almighty, a sense of humor. This, and a pair of black sateen bloomers (size ten), a black-silk, self-made costume, more or less abbreviated, and a cunning little pair of chamois slippers are all one needs to join the ranks to become an Isadore Duncan or an undiscovered Hoffmann, Around they skip and away they jump; a tourgite here, a plisse there; a constant effort to look at friend partner in one ' s most fetching manner. One moment it ' s a minuet, the next a Russian folk da nee, now fairies, then horses. It s all in a day s work and one must do an hour s exercise: on goes the music and on we gallop. Dancing — dancing — dancing, —Eugenie Bournique 51 A Dissertation on Desserts Inasmuch as local color is always desired, I offer brnum as the most suitable local color for desserts, reasoning from the premise that it is the native hue of chocolate, which is with dessert lovers at least three laps ahead of its nearest competitor in popular favor. Behold, then, with brown flags flying high in the breeze, h e. T the alluring aroma from casserole and piepan — the dessert, escorted to its rightful position as crowning member of the feast and subject of this dissertation. Desserts may he conveniently grouped according to the tools by which they may be consumed. There are spoon foods and fork foods, but not in the finest sense finger foods, because all such are really fork foods masquerading in disguise subtle enough to deceive those who have not sufficiently mastered their encyclopaedias of etiquette. Fork foods arc usually crusty and rich, with more to them than meets the eye, as one may notice to one ' s satisfaction when breaking into a chocolate eclair, or storming the flanks of a mince tart Spoon foods include in their delectable ranks those succulent puddings, and ices, and jellies which tantalize the calorie-counter, and when no one is looking, draw him from his reserve. The subject of second helpings as used in relation to desserts is a mooted point. From extensive personal experience I feel qualified to remark that one who is planning to two- time is prone to romp through the first helping to the neglect of some of its finer points which deserve longer and more studied appreciation, in his eagerness to take unto himself a second portion. Then, unfortunately, the appetite is less keen, and the enjoyment less full, so that one loses both ways, which is a double and unnecessary evil, not to be tolerated by the true epicure. Such an one should be satisfied by a single plentiful serving, upon which he could lavish his fullest interest. Of course, if one eat simply as a means of stoking one ' s fuel supply, one is likely to eat second helpings unrestrainedly, but with such base materialists we have not to deal, our discourse is from the epicurean ' s point of view. As a last reflection, let us consider the mass psychology of dessert-eaters, which is vastly amusing. Why is it that custard, such a creamy, dainty dish, is repulsed by whole tables of young ladies with notorious appetites, while the same group will bite unhesitat- ingly into the driest slab of chocolate cake? And why do bread puddings with billowy meringues tempt but few, while ice-cream of any consistency, color, or degree of chilliness, attracts the most languid? This is so probably for the same reason that “pigs are devoured with rapacity, while ' aquariums shake and quiver before an uninterested gathering. Details are singularly important in desserts, else how can one account for one ' s fondness for strawberry shortcake, and one ' s detestation for the same article bedizened with bananas, 52 Finally, while it is true that good things come in small packages, one is constrained to remark that in the case of desserts, if some is good, more is better. With this contention surely only a very surfeited and rheumatic person can disagree when he considers the whole range of desserts, from pies, and tarts, and pastries, through puddings hot and cold, to frozen delicacies with sauces and syrups and sugary spices. After all, is there anything other than desserts to which more aptly applies the phrase, Last but not least ? — Rqwena Thom Lights Out I saw a burning lantern, japanese- I saw it burn behind the black lace trees; I saw it hanging there — flaming pink — I saw it lower, then I saw it sink. I saw the glow die out, and now I ask Who blew the flame out -whose the daily task? Does some sky ' goddess from the Orient Take down her lantern when the day is spent? Or is it God, who, as the twilight nears, Calls lights out 1 . and the dingy Dusk appears, To dim the lamp of gold until the morn — To sit on high all night, alone, forlorn? — Esther Goetz A Reminiscence The spring preceding the summer of nineteen twenty Tour had been a cold one. I had spent most of it in Paris where I, and almost everyone else, had lain in bed with the flu. It was then, in the last stages of this most depressing of maladies, that I found myself suddenly transplanted into Normandy — a land of flowers and sunshine, so the doctors said, where health was washed in like the ocean wave. If you have been on the coast to a certain resort called Deauville you will realize that this is but a figure of speech. But 1 had not been there long before 1 was able to sit for brief periods on the beach. 1 wonder now why people are not oftener content just to sit and “watch the world pass,” as I did then. I remember that next to me in a lounging chair sat a rather portly but unattractive old man with a white beard, whom I later was to learn was none other than Mr. Bernard Shaw. I will never forget the thrill mingled with the feeling of terror which 1 felt when he asked me if I would mind holding his dog while he took down a few notes. I sat there watching him, thinking now that he had become less unattractivedooking, and was more like Santa Claus; at last 1 thought I was watching the “workings of a great mind. He had not been writing long before I saw coming toward us some young girls jumping rope. I do not remember any one thing about them except, for instance, the red tarn of one, or the laugh of another, or the blue eyes of a third, which seemed to toss a look of pity at us. You wondered what they were thinking of as they ran along so perfectly at ease and sure of each of their movements which seemed absolutely free from affectation of any kind. Perhaps it was that they were just unaware that there was anyone outside their small circle. They did not need to affect any artificial disinterestedness or contempt; their genuine con- tempt was sufficient. The faces of these girls were like so many similar dolls except for the one that had blue eyes, which I had come to recognize as the leader, and who, when directly in front of us had whispered “poor old man to a fourth girl who had jumped over his feet and had run on laughingly to catch up with the others. We watched them half longingly, half fascinated by their free, unhampered gestures and their gaiety. When w ' e could see them no longer, and the old man stopped writing, he walked over and picked the dog up from my lap. It will be quite easy for me to write on boyhood; soon I will be experiencing it again. Girlhood is rather more difficult, and with his famous cynical laugh, exit the genius. I have never known which memory I really treasured the most: Shaw or the girls. One without the other would have been interesting. Both together was an experience which is still growing. In the character of Dolly in You Never Can Tell, I see Shaw ' s interpretation of one girl; in Hypatia the young ultra-modernist of “Misalliance I see another; in “Fanny’s Fist Play ’ 1 see a third. It is as if each T as she walked across the stage, was wearing a red tam or had big blue eyes, or whispered “poor old man but I purposely never went beyond the footlights so I could never know any more of the lives of those girls. — Peggy Jeffery Morning Drill An extract from the diary of Samuel Pepys January 19 , 1667 - Our first night in the new house, and what a night it turned out to be. In bed with fine dreams, and stirred not till morn. Was awakened about three in the morning, or so it seemed, by the very darkness all around, and heard the ringing of a loud belh Up I rose, and slipped on my dressing gown, being my new flowered one with yellow fuchsias on a blue background, and very pretty, and went to the window. It seems there is a seminary for young maydes down the lane, and this clanging did seem to come from within its walls. Suddenly these young maydes did swarm from out the building on all sides, being a pretty building of a red color and having in the center, ' tis said, a plot of grass, called a quadrangle. Said young maydes wore heavy coats and shining faces, as well they might have, being as it was in winter, and betimes as welh And Lord! what did they do, but stand along in lines on a long covered way, and start to run, not getting ahead at all, but all the while looking like these new jumping jacks one sees in the toy shop windows. Admirable, doubtless, but withal comical. Did call my wife out of a sound rest, which did put her out of humor, she having caught a great cold, got on Sunday last, by sitting too long with her head bare. She did condescend to come to the window and to cast a glance, albeit looking extraordinarily sour and somewhat sullen She, being a woman, saw no merriment in the strange antics of the young maydes who were then squatting down on the hard ground and rising suddenly again While delighted in my own only mind at the sight of such free, untarnished, and wholly harmless levity, the young maydes suddenly dispersed. By this time my wife being exceedingly out of humor, I deemed it high time to betake myself to bed, which I did, and with proper haste To the office and did work hard all day. Have not decided whether or not we like the new house, but I, for my part, deem it well worth 55 keeping, as it s not every house that can look out upon the back gardens of such a bevy of pretty young maydes. Did tell this to my wife, only to receive abuses throughout dinner, which was a plain one, though neatly dressed, being only a fricassee of rabbit, parsnips, lamb chops, green peas- — and wine of but one sort. To bed, and to sleep, and perchance once more to be awakened up in the wee small hours o i the morning by what 1 heard at the office today, was termed by the young maydes ' Morning Drill.’ ' Beth Sherwood Inspection I ' d like to write a poem to-night, Sit thinking in the gloom. But I must set my desk aright And tidy up my room! My stockings I put row on row With hankies neatly laid And boots and shoes and slippers so, And dresses on parade. Oh, some day when there ' s no one here, If time I ever find To sort it out all straight and clear. I ' ll tidy up my nnnd. — Esther Goeti, 28 56 With the Reader s Kind Permission With the reader’s kind permission I will now discourse on a favorite subject of mine — Ears. Have you ever thought of them, just rows and rows of ears, big ones, little ones, red ears, pink ears, some pretty, mostly ugly, ears at the theater, ears at church. Sit at the back of a church sometime — preferably a college chapel for men where the men all have to sit together — and think about it. One hundred backs of heads, wo hundred ears; what a place for an ear connoisseur gathering data. Start from the left; that little man ' s head looks like a bouillon cup; the next one — why his guardian angel must have been blind to have put his ears on so crookedly; the next one’s bristle; they look as if they wanted to fly off into space. And so on down the line. It makes one despair, or — laugh — or seek his pen. Most ears are ugly; most men’s ears. Women can cover theirs up and often do. Were I a woman and had pretty ears Pd have a boyish bob. The only really pretty ears I’ve ever seen belonged to a young girl with a bob of this sort. They were beautiful; small, close-set, with the most delightful texture like an exquisite, pearly seashell, slightly warm and pink in the delicate curves, white almost to an alabaster on the outer curves, with the softest, tiniest lobe. I dream about that ear; it haunts me. Ears have made and unmade destinies. For instance, a friend of mine received a picture and an invitation from a delightful young man— her brother ' s friend — for a prom. The invitation was wonderful, the picture was fine except for one ear; the left one, I believe. This ear bent limply outward and upward from the young man ' s head as if it were blithely waving to her. “Oh, I can ' t go,” she wailed, look at it.” She was referring to the ear. “Yes you can, whats in an ear?” I said, little knowing. She took my advice, went; the young man fell in love, proposed and was refused just because of that unfortunate ear. My friend should have accepted the young man; he was awfully nice and couldn’t help his ear. “I really felt so sorry for him,” she sobbed afterwards. “You see he hit his ear when he was a baby I mean something hit it when he was a baby, and its tendons were broken. Why it w waved at me while he was proposing, I just c couldn’t.” Ears ! The ears of most of us ! — Anne Thompson 57 The Cathedral at Night Like a spectral sentry armed with light under the misty network of the stars and clothed gloriously in saffron white, the cathedral lay silently rivaling the moon. The faint, fairydike peaks of its Gothic spires seemed to resemble amber icicles and hung as if by some magic and were haunted by clouds. Veiled buttresses like the skeletons of phantom fingers crept out of the mists of the trees and Hew wildly upward to the very pinnacles where they became liquid gold and were lost. Proud from many fell triumphs with the night, the great sentinel was like a streak of cloth of gold in the velvet blackness of the sky and outshone the stars. About its base, trees, clustered like beggars, threw dim shadows about the crevices into which dingy bats stole and hid away from the consuming light. There seemed to be no wind to spirit them oft; yet quiet, as if music faint and perishable, lulled them to sleep. They slipped into corners where their shapes could not mar the paragon alabaster of the walls which stood poised on the edge of the world like a dying Phoenix about to spread its wings in a last attempt to ascend into heaven. Peggy Jeffery The Modern Cavalier The Modern Cavalier is there such a thing? The thoughts of a cavalier: sweeping plumes, velvet cloaks, a shining steel rapier, his hand on his heart, dashing recklessly to accomplish his fair lady ' s trifling whim, a coal black steed in gay trappings clamping through the cobblestone courts carrying his rider on swift flights thr ough England. This all seems a million years ago, so foreign it is to our young lives. Now it is the raccoon coat and derby, a low, shining roadster racing over the broad highways, the wailing of a saxo phone to the playing of the ydzz , while sparkling cocktails are passed and silver flasks shine brilliantly from right hip pockets. Our modern cavalier 1 . — Georgia Hencken 58 Heels They were the bane of his existence; and here he w T as, sitting next to the wry highest ones he had ever seen. Why did a girl with such pretty feet wear those ruinous heels? Only a frivolous flapper would do it. Ridiculous! And with one disgusted glance at the back of the chair that hid the owner of the feet from the view of the young college professor he turned his attention to the speeding landscape. Three hours later as Robert McLane was trying to find his bag on the station platform, there rolled into his line of vision, shunted, careened, and came to a rollicking standstill on its curving side a heel, the highest possible heel, and of the type that he thoroughly disapproved. He lifted his Gladstone, and at the same time unconsciously stretched his hand towards the bit of flapperish foolishness. He then rose to his six feet three inches of height and, bag in one hand, heel in the other, turned rather vaguely around. As he did so, he saw a young girl standing on one foot, and looking at him with direct blue eyes. My heel? — Oh, thank you so much.” Robert McLane approached and, in handing the girl the tiny piece of wood, he could not help saying, in a brusque, rather scornful tone, How do you wear them?” Sally Knox seemed to reflect for a moment. “This one did come off, didn ' t it?” she inquired sweetly. Her voice was charming, he thought, but- “What can I do,” the voice went on, “I can ' t walk without a heel way to the college. There doesn ' t seem to be a taxi in sight.” You — are in college?” inquired the college ' s most brilliant young doctor of philosophy. ' Yes, I believe I ' m taking Course A with you.” A bewildered look crossed the young man ' s face, and the girl seeing it, she hastened to add, “I came in late; just last week; so I haven ' t recited at all.” The professor ' s face took on its most intolerant expression, as he reached out his hand. If you will give me your shoe, Til see if I can Ax it for you,” he said severely. And so it happened that the eminent young professor, Robert McLane, Ph.LX, with a violent prejudice against high heels, fastened the highest one he had ever seen on the tiny shoe of the prettiest girl in Ancient History, Course A. Everyone was a little afraid of Dr. Robert McLane. His brusqueness, frankness, and brilliancy had earned him a name on the campus. There was no “getting -Ty” in his classes. i Many a poor, inwardly trembling youth felt himself actually pinned to the opposite wall by the piercing glance of the brown eyes- However, he had other moments, and then he was magnificent, with eyes flashing, and strong hand running through his tumbled hair, in that particularly nervous gesture of his. At such moments it seemed as if the dullest epochs took fire and came alive. The only one who was not at all afraid of the professor was the girl with the high heels. She should have been, for he was more brusque and frank with her than with anyone else, and just because of those very heels, which she everlastingly wore; heels which he firmly believed could typify but one sort of mentality. At such times her blue eyes would meet his brown eyes as if to say, ' You know, Fin not one bit afraid of you; you re really awfully nice in spite of it all. She never seemed to think of her heels. Amazingly, persistently, constantly tapping were those heels of hers, For this latter part of the first semester, Sally Knox was temporarily replacing the secretary of the dean and a million times a day the professor seemed to hear her heels Yap, tapping , 1 by his door. They tapped their way into his subconscious mind, and into his nervous hand — Yap, tapping 1 continually. Finally, in desperation, he vowed he would speak to the dean. Her heels were flat enough. Heaven knew! She would sympathize with him — and then, Yap, tap , 1 down the corridor would come those heels. And the young Professor of Ancient History, with a groan, would bury his head m his hands, and try manfully to get back to the ' ' Assyrian Invasion . ' 1 One day, while seated at his desk, in one of his few idle moments, not thinking particularly about anything, Robert McLane ' s hand began automatically to trace some- thing on the paper before him. Suddenly aware, the professor looked down, and there staring him in the face, was the crude outline of a very high heel Bang! the pencil hit the floor. Squeak! and the much abused chair protested against the sudden absence of weight. The professor was enraged. He strode up and down the room furiously. This thing had to stop! Then, quietly, cheerfully, from down the hall came a Yap, tap, tapping. ' He stopped. Tap, tap, ' louder and louder; Yap, tap , 1 by his door; Yap, tap, ' softer and fainter now, until with a last Yap, tap, ' the door of the dean ' s office closed. Robert McLane ran his hand slowly, puzzlingly, through his hair. A look of astonish- ment and wonder came over his face, and it might even have been said that there was a tmy bit of fear in the professor ' s brown eyes. Then half the year had passed. Mid-year examinations were being corrected and Dr. McLane was very busy. His tangled hair and the pile of papers before him testified to his labors. He had just corrected Sally Knox s paper. A very remarkable one , 1 he thought. 60 She ' s briliuzm For once he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not hear the light tap, tap The professor, though deeply engrossed, finally became conscious of a pair of very pretty feet standing quietly before him. ' Well, very tersely. “What do you want? “I came to tell you good-bye, Dr. McLane. Fm going away. What! Why? I must earn my living; Dad has lost a lot of money, Fm afraid. Anyway, Fm going home, and -get a job 1 “What are you going to do? “I don ' t know — yet ’ doubt in the blue eyes, Typing, I suppose, until I can get some real work. There will be something, though, I don ' t know just now- what it will be. By Jove — Miss Knox. What about working for me? The professor was smiling brilliantly, as he did when a period in history took fire and came alive. “You! Me! What could I do for you? Secretary! I need someone badly. The Executive Board has just voted me one. I am to choose my own, I d love to, but — 1 “There ' s nothing more to say about it. Come in the morning at eight ' ' It is too wonderful that you should want me. If you should change your mind, you know — . Robert McLane, Head of the Department of History, waved away the impossible suggestion. I never change my mind ' he said. As the girl left the room, the professor glimpsed two tiny, high, curving heels, and a boyish grin overspread his face. “No, we never change our minds, he chuckled. ' Perhaps we don ' t always know them -just at first. —Anne Thompson 61 4 Nocturne I lie full length upon the beach Beyond the pale of mortal reach Alone And prone While billows moan. , . . I come here every moonlight night To shut away the loathsome sight Of tears Long years — And Death that nears . . . I had a love that came to me Up from the realms beneath the sea — - A sprite As white As moon-kissed night. Her hair was dripping wet and green. Her eyes were like the stars I ' ve seen On high In sky As black as dye. She came to me and, hand in hand, We ran and leapt upon the sand. We danced Entranced The sea gulls glanced . . . The wind sang weirdly o ' er the dunes. I listened raptly to its tunes. ' Awa y Away It seemed to say. Go from this sandy beach away. She is immortal— you are clay. She, too, Is true But not to you. She is true to her merman brave Who waits her in a coral cave. They leap And sleep In the briny deep ... I stopped my ears to the eerie plea And turned to her in joy — hut she At dawn Had gone And left me, lone. In hopes sometime shell come to me I lie each night beside the sea . . . Alone And prone While billows moan. -Beth Sherwood Hair Womans crowning glory is her hair, or so our mothers and grandmothers used to think, and they prided themselves upon its length and quantity. But the modern woman has changed her point of view; she still believes in the crowning glory, but it must be cut short and clipped until little remains save only a thin covering for the head. But lately a goodly number of our M V. S. bobbed heads have possessed a great desire for long hair. The desire was there, but when the stray strands protruded from under our hats, our petty vanity and false pride emerged with the tresses and, to preserve our fatal beauty, we cut off the bothersome ends, only to regret our temerity at later moments Yet not all of our number are so prone to impulse; not by any means There are some among us who go through the tedious stages of hair-growing seemingly with the greatest of care and patience; they show their strong will-power at every turn; and no amount of coaxing or changing styles will move them Not only among the Student Body has this great movement spread, but it has reached the ranks of our Faculty as well, and two of its members are also cherishing a passion for long hair. We wonder if they will win the struggle and give no heed to the idle talk of their shingled friends. We think they will be victorious — yet time alone can tell. We laugh and make fun of our roommates and comrades who are in the throes of this hirsute process; that is, before we ourselves are caught in the coils of similar ambitions. But when we take the decisive step, then it is an entirely different matter; we watch with burning enthusiasm the slow downward trend of our locks. Now they have reached the ears; now (oh, can it be true?), the ear no longer is visible; maybe it will be long enough to put up by vacation (w r hat bliss E). Hair becomes our main topic of conversation, and each time upon seeing ourselves reflected in a mirror we comment on its increasing length. We watch and care for it to the best of our ability brush it every night and apply untold amounts of preparations that insure rapid growth ' Our one aim, our true delight, our greatest satisfaction and, to others, unending amusement — growing hair. 63 —Kathryn Hawkes Psychology Class ' Air, girls, MORE AIR! Wc spring to attention in unison, taking one last eager and devouring glance at the text. Yes, Miss Walker has returned from her exile in the study hall, and finds the atmosphere of the room unbearable. As soon as many Bible and history papers, and much M. V. 3, Society literature have been deposited upon an already crowded desk, and when the air has become sufficiently arctic, the class begins, Ready? our instructor coolly inquires. Ye es, we answer, scarcely audibly, and in anything but an assured way. When the alhtoo quickly settled debate (as to the starting point of the lesson) is over; a very thin, darkgreen marking book is unearthed from the heaps of documents and syllabi, several pencils are examined until a satisfactory one is finally selected, Mr. Seashore ' s masterpiece is carefully opened at the correct page, and the recitation is under way. About this time, a physical principle becomes manifest: namely, that when cold air meets a hot surface, vapor appears upon that surface In other words, my hands become intolerably clammy. I clench them in grim determination, and do my very best to face the worst with a firm jaw. Somehow, however, this noble resolve seems to fade into nothingness as I hear my full name pronounced slowly, distinctly, unmistakably. Would you mind repeating the question. Miss Walker? Maybe that will bring a light or suggest something that will centralize my thoughts. But no — if only it had been any other paragraph in the lesson. Give her the cue word, girls, Whereupon the rest of the class, inclusive, shouts out the word it knows so well. What makes them so self ' possessed, so sure, and me so hopelessly dumb? At last, with many contributions from the others, and a few meaningless, irrelevant phrases from me, my topic is considered finished, A significant little letter is placed hi the green book and my doom is sealed. After the ordeal of reciting, something of that mental and muscular tension leaves, and the relaxation that follows is something like sunshine after a summer rain. I settle down; strangely enough, I no longer mind the frigid air, and suddenly feel rather kindly towards my fellow men. During the remainder of the period, while I admiringly listen to my ca ' mates covering themselves with glory, I cannot help reflecting a bit resentfully that I really did have the most difficult question . . . The bell -all is over. But there is always a tomorrow (yes, always— psychology class does not omit) always a hope that some stroke of genius, or smile from Athena, or magic lantern, or something will bring light next time. — Janet Gardner 64 ■a trn While the jagged stars are dancing up on high, And the oval moon is like a perfect topaz In the lustrous opiate kisses of the sky. The sorceror wind with puffs of gusty vigor Has chased away the fiery, glowing sun. And now it twists the lovely stunted cypress And tips the waving branches — one by one. I see a light within your sheltered bower— It shines out like a beacon light to me— I only ask one smile before I go, dear, Then I will leave you here, forever, free. You do not love me, need I stay on now? Your whims are airy as the midnight breeze Which even now is fanning my hot forehead And painting lacy patterns on the trees, I ask you just to open up your casement — You need not even see me here below — Just smile to see the eerie dancing shadows, And I can have that smile before I go. Across the seas, I may, in time, forget you Where the jagged stars are laughing up on high, And the oval moon is like a painted tear drop In the sneering, taunting visage of the sky. — Beth Sherwood 65 Characters Ctfesur Pompcia, his wife Aurelia , his mother Abm, a servant girl Clod i us, a youth Time Early evening of the first day of May, a date set aside for the worship of the goddess, Bona Dea, the rites are performed exclusively by women and the men of the household are banished entirely. Scene The courtyard of a Roman house. The entire rear of the stage is a garden wall, unbroken save for a mche in the center near the top, containing a small statue of the goddess. Directly below this is an altar composed of three receding tiers. On the top of this is a brass bowl in which is burning incense. A cluster of vines is on the floor. In each rear corner there is a tall, formal tree, and some low shrubs and flowers grow along the wall. There is a marble bench to the left. The two side walls are columned, and there are entrances left rear and right center, Pompeia, a young woman of about thirty years, very pretty, is standing near the altar, directing A bra in arranging the vines upon it. Pompeia: I think, Abra, that perhaps that branch should not go quite there. We must be careful to get this right. Abra: That is better, (A very slight pause.) Aurelia said to tell you she would be delayed in coming to help you as one of the servants indiscreetly spilled some of the sac- rificial wine on her very best robe, Pompeia: I ' m sorry for the girl; Aurelia was slightly irritated, I imagine. (There is silence a moment.) Where is the honored serpent, Abra? Abra: Oh, Pompeia, I forgot to tell you — -it escaped from the box and someone is searching for it now. 66 Pompeia: We must have one, Adraste had better go to Charts immediately and get another, he can ' t go now. She ' s helping Aurelia. Pompeia: Well, you go and see if the serpent has been found. If not, you ' d better get another right away. It won’t take more than half an hour if you hurry (Exit Abra, left.) (Pompeia is alone for a few moments; then appears in the doorway a person who is apparently a rather muscular, but still graceful, dancing girl She wears a cape-like garment which has a hood covering her head and partly shading her face from the audience.) The Girl: (Softly) Pompeia? Pompeia: (Turning, and looking full at the newcomer) Oh, hello, Clodius, where did you come from? (She does not wait for an answer, but surveying his disguise, laughs and says) My dear, you look ravishing in that costume. Clodius; (Laconically) Thanks. I had no trouble getting in, but now 1 suppose the game is to see how long I can stay in. (The speaker throws back the hood, revealing the face of a good-looking young man, smooth-shaven, and with a fresh jeunesse about him which would appeal to a woman older than he and a bit fagged with sophistication.) Pompeia; As you see. Bona Dea is about to get the first of her biennial sacrifices. Caesar and all the masculine horde left about an hour ago. I ' m glad you came, though, Clodius. Clodius; Why shouldn ' t I? Surely Bona Dea understands that when a man wishes to see the woman he loves and has an exceptionally good opportunity, the means justify the ends. (He walks to the door at right and glances curiously into the recesses of the house.) Where is Aurelia? Pompeia; She ' s busy adorning herself; I ' m sure J don ' t know T what for. When a woman starts dressing for herself alone, she is getting old. Even Caesar isn ' t here to see his mother ' s beauty on this occasion. C odius; Maybe someone ' s coming to see her. Pompeia; All her friends are tired consuls and praetors w ho are so cautious and dignified that they ' d sit up all night by the gate, rather than take a chance on disturbing the sacred rites. Clodius: To be so overparticular is foolish, and I’m almost willing to tell Aurelia, herself, so. The world today is getting away from these old, straightlaced customs. There would never be any progress if someone didn’t dare; and today is ours, not Aurelia’s 1 , (They walk toward the marble bench, and sit down.) Pompeia: Clodius, I love you for these ideas of yours. When I’m talking with you, I feel ;your age rather than Aurelia’s, which is my usual state of mind, Clodius; You’re not any older than I am in spirit, Pompeia. If there were more women of your rare understanding in Rome, the Empire would be better. Have you yet convinced Caesar that he isn ' t modern enough in viewpoint? Pompeia: You know that whatever my influence might be, it is neutralised by that of his mother. She gets him to tell her everything, I say what 1 think, and all I get is a lecture from them both. C odms; You poor dear’ Pompeia, I wish you ' d change your mind about staying here. The whole atmosphere of the place crushes your better self. Come away with me to some place where our spirits can be free. (He seises her hands and pulls her up beside him. They walk back and forth, his arm about her shoulder,) Pom pern: We’ve been all over this before, and Eve told you how useless it would be, Caesar would probably start a war or something, and when he got me back, he ' d set Aurelia to watch over me more than ever, (They stop, and stand facing each other.) Clodius: But Pompeia, dearest — - (She places her hand over his mouth, and he kisses it) Pompeia. Hush, Clodius, don ' t get superlative. My motherdndaw is likely to come in any moment, and she musn ' t find us like this. There would be a row then. You mustn’t stay here, either. Clodius; But where shall I go? I must see you more than this. I haven’t risked my — er — “reputation just to say “hello and “good-bye. Pompeia: Well, I won ' t be here very much longer. If you go down this wing of the house you will find a small sitting room at the end of the third corridor to the right. The girl, Abra, is out, so if anyone says anything to you, say you ' re looking for her. Wait in that room till I come. (They walk to the left entrance.) 68 C odius: Dear, you ' re wonderful. The more I see of you, the worthier I think you are of the ideals I hold. Pompeia : Now, don ' t be like Caesar; he ' s always thinking of the eternal ego. C odius: That s enough! Good-bye. (He kisses his hand to her and goes out. She walks back to the altar.) Pompeia (to herself and Bona Dea): He is a dear boy. Caesar used to be something like him. Sometimes I wonder if I didn ' t love him too much to marry him. I might have known what would happen when he settled down into the rut of ruling the Empire and left me flitting about, chasing his ideals which had lost their master. Some day I suppose I 11 crash, too, but not yet. Not while Clodius can offer something, anyway. 1 hope he doesn ' t get in my rooms by mistake. It would be rather awkward, (A regaldookmg elderly woman, arrayed in gorgeous ceremonial robes, appears in the right entrance in time to hear the last sentence.) Aurelia; Clodius in your room ! What do you mean by this? Pompeia: Oh, hello, Aurelia. How nice you look. Aurelia: That has nothing to do with the case. What I want to know is where Clodius is. Pompem: Are you going to meet him somewhere? Probably at this hour he would be at the gymnasium, swimming, but really I can ' t say just where he is now. Aurelia: You know very well I don ' t mean that. You were saying something about Clodius being in the house and I want to know the truth of the matter. (Pompeia turns from Aurelia and walks to the bench where she sits, idly playing with a piece of vine.) Pompeid: Well, I don ' t know where he is, nor what he ' s doing every minute. I ' m not his keeper. (Aurelia follows her toward the bench, and stands before her in an accusing attitude). Aurelia: Everyone knows of this little affair you ' ve been carrying on these last few months, and I s for one, think it high time you stopped this foolishness. Pompeia: Well, I certainly don ' t think I have done anything that could be censored. I may have ideas differing somewhat from those of the people with whom Vm thrown in contact all the time, but if I have, surely that is my affair, and I have a right to choose friends who appeal to my tastes. Aurelia; You must remember that you are a woman, married to a man who has much to uphold, and you have no right to drag him into any scandal you may choose to get into yourself, (Pompeia rises and goes in front of Aurelia back toward the altar. Aurelia starts to follow her belligerently, then turns back and sits down.) Pompeia; I see no scandal in enjoying a perfectly innocent friendship with a young man of intellect. Aurelia: Well, certainly when I was your age and had been married several years, I wasn ' t gallivanting around with boys ten years younger than myself. I was rocking Caesar ' s cradle. Pompeia: Perhaps so; and when he grew old enough to toddle about and fall into the fish pond, you set one of the slaves to watch him, and started rocking his brother ' s cradle. That was very entertaining, wasn ' t it? Aureiid; Pompeia! If Caesar could hear you talking like that! Where would the Empire be if all the wives thought the way you do? In a few hundred years there wouldn ' t be any Empire left. Pompeia; What difference would that make? We ll all he dust, anyway, by then, and probably the Gauls wall be pitting their Roman slaves against each other in gladiatorial combats at the Coliseum, Aurelia: Really, Pompeia, sometimes I marvel at the fact that a son of mine could marry a woman like you, Pompeia; Strange as it may seem, we are alike in some ways, Aurelia, I used to wonder that my husband could be your son; but I must confess that lately the resemblance has been most striking. (Aurelia, in high dudgeon, starts to walk out (right) in a very dignified manner, but stops a moment to launch her ultimatum.) Aurelia; This ridiculous discussion will end right now, and so, if you please, will your silly affair w r ith this boy. Pompeia: Tin perfectly willing to end this discussion, but I certainly don ' t intend meekly to obey all your tyrannical commands. The gods know Ive tried my best to live here in peace with you and your old-fashioned ideas that are insupportable to the modern woman- 70 (She stops, hearing a disturbance going on from the left. They both turn curiously toward the entrance where A bra appears, followed by Clodius.) Abra : Aurelia! Pompeia! A man in the house! Pompeid; Ye gods! Aurelia: What does this mean? I suppose this is more of your work, Pompeia? Ptmi peid; Just a moment, please Aurelia, before you begin again. Tell us what happened, Abra. Abra; As I was going out the gate, I heard a scream, and discovered one of the girls had found the fugitive snake, so I captured it. The box was in that small parlor near your rooms, so I went to get it and found him (points to Clodius) calmly sitting there. ] thought he was a dancing-girl, so I asked why he was there, but he wouldn ' t answer. Finally 1 said Fd call you, Aurelia, and he said, “No, don ' t. Fm waiting for Abra, so then I recognised a man ' s voice, and brought him here. Aurelia: This is execrable! Pompeia, you started all this, no doubt, so now you can think of a way out without a scandal for the people to devour. Pompeia: I don ' t really see anything to get so terribly excited over. What do the people care if Clodius does happen to make a little mistake and get his dates mixed? Aurelia; Oh, stop your eternal theorizing and be practical for once in your life. You know very well the power of gossip, (She is interrupted by Caesar who appears in the left doorway, looking rather shame- faced and a bit hurried.) Caesar: Beg pardon, mater, Fm sorry to intrude, but I had to come back and get some papers I left in my desk, Aurelia: Fm very glad you did come, Caesar. It ' s about time you see for yourself what your wife is doing, since you won ' t believe what your mother or anyone else tells you. (He comes entirely in, and looks in a bewildered manner from one face to another, while crossing the stage to take up his position in front of the altar — Pompeia and Aurelia on his left, and Abra and Clodius on his right.) Caesar. Why, what ' s it all about? Aurelia: Clodius was just discovered down there near Pompeia’s rooms, where she no doubt hid him. 71 Caesar: Wait a minute, Aurelia, and let ' s have the story from the two accused. Clodius, what have you to say for yourself? Cfodius: I d rather that Pompeia did the explaining — it might be more comfortable for us both. Caesar: Very well, then. What have you to say on the subject? Pompeia: It is true that Clodius came here to see me. I talked with him and sent him away to wait until I could see him later. I had sent A bra on an errand out of the house, so of course did not foresee rhat his presence here might afford a shock to her nerves. That is all. Caesar: 1 see. Perhaps you had better conduct Clodius to the guardhouse, Aurelia, and I will attend to him later. You may go also, Abra. (They go out, left.) Pompeia: What are you going to do with him, Caesar? Caesar: You well know what punishment is provided in cases of desecration of the sacred rites of Bona Dea. You might better ask what is to become of yourself. Pompeia: Why should anything happen to me? I have done nothing. Caesar : Done nothing 1 Under what virtues do you cla ss allowing a man m your home at this time, conspiring against the integrity of your husband, lying to your mother- in-law — Pompeia And contributing to the delinquency of a minor, too, I suppose. Caesar: Well— Pompeia (catching the moment of opportunity): I certainly see nothing criminal in holding a conversation in a perfectly open place with a well-bred young man. Half of these old customs and secret rites mean nothing, anyway, so why not do away with the silliest of them all? And what are you doing here yourself if you feel the sacredness of the time and place so deeply? Caesar: I had to get those papers and had forgotten just where they were, so could not direct anyone to find them. Anyway, I’m your husband. (She crosses before him and sits on the bench.) Pompeia: And were you the husband of that pretty Vestal Virgin the time you and Catiline went disguised to one of their meetings? Don’t forget, my dear, what a gay young dog you made yourself out to be when you courted me. 72 Caesar; We will not discuss that episode, please. The subject behavior, not mine, I was too young to know better, anyway. Pompeia: You soon outgrew your youth, however, and now you’re trying me along into middle age with you. Caesar: Well, you’re thirty, you know, Pompeia. It’s what you do that counts; not how old you are when you do it. (She rises and faces him.) Pompeia: Oh, do be consistent, Caesar, if you must be didactic. Your were too young to know better, but it doesn ' t matter what age I am, I must always be perfect for your sake. It ' s my relationship to you and the way my conduct affects you that you ' re concerned about, Caesar; Exactly, my dear. At last you have grasped my point of view, and I ' m sure you will see that whatever steps I may have to take in consequence of this little episode, are entirely necessary, no matter bow deeply they may hurt you. Pompeia. Yes, I see. In all things, Caesar ' s wife must be above suspicion. Curtain 73 u Prologue ' Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote I lay me doon hesyde a merrie streeme — And fell into a plesaunt happye dreeme. 1 saw myselfe afar in sondry strondes Y livinge for a tyme in straunge lorides Wher peple rood abroad in horsless cars And houses stretched up neerlye to the stars And then I chanced to see a certaine skoal Where girles did lyve by rhetorick and rule. And all my eyen could see were dresses blue And things about which I will now tell you. A girl ther was, and she of youthful mien, Who looked levere wan and somdel grene. It seems she ' d put hirselfe upon a dyet And let me tell you now don ' t ever trye it. Another girl was ther with hair si redde 1 thought, at first, a fyre was on hir hedde. As it befel — a ribbon would she don To keep those fiery lokkes in place — anon. And yet withal a merrie lass was she; The kind a sailor dreams of whan at see. And with hir was a lit tel babye girl, Whose hair was fair, with nary a sinle curie. Hir face was ronde; hir eyen like sauceres wyde, And yet withal —hir pein tinge was our pryde. Another girle I noticed on my weye, A letter carried she aboot alle deye. And she coulde cooke, and dau nee eftsoons, and pleye, A fine homemakere will she be some deye. Aha! I saw a girle that maude me laughe. Aboute as small as me — myselfe in halfe As faste as lightninge and as roughe — In basketeballe she sikerly was toughe. And with hir was a merriedookinge mayde The parfit athlete, so it has been sayde. In tennys, musik, drawinge, there was none Had ever beaten hir sine skool begun. For man ye, manye years she had been here- in sooth, she was a traditione, aide and deer. 74 And after hir a blonde girle lagged along e — And she was skilled in fiddle and in songe. She hurte hir ankles badlye whan she fell — Yet basketeballe did mayke her feel quite well Another girle, so verye, verye wyse That not a things coude tak hir by surprise. She was the best in all the skool in markes, And yet — she liked to pleye and have her larkes. Ther was a clube— The Optima by name— And she was made the presidente of the same. And last of all there was a little misse Who looked swete and fat enough to kisse. Ther was a papere called the Cupola — I ween— And such an Editor as she is seldome seen. These people are so verye, verye straunge To tell about them is not m my range, So I awoke and found myselfe once more — Alive on Engelond s deer sunnie shore. And here I staye, though moons may wax and wane, And Birnham Wood have come to Dunsinane. English Class Silence reigns The Senior Class has her proverbial nose in her “Essays of Elia — not a page turns, not a pin drops (for all our balls and sockets have been well secured). Miss Churchyard, her face filled with quiet resignation, gazes from pate to pate. Suddenly the air is charged with excitement, and our adviser electrifies the class in general, and stupefies my timid roommate in particular, by hurling into our midst the query: “What would Thomas Edison think of this?” My companion registers, in quick succession, horror, wonder, incredulity, earnest endeavor, and despair; she mumbles, “I ' m sure I don’t know. Miss Churchyard. The class is again electrified; the question is transferred to me, but all in vain — it is reiterated and repeated until it comes to Wilma, the infallible, who drops a few well-chosen words, and the class sighs and beams as it marvels at the powers of our co-mate. Wordsworth follows, and we finally come to appreciate the fact that Helen Raynor considers him as worthy of immortality as Milton. We all enjoy Wordsworth, Manning, Newman, but the rarest opportunity is to be allowed to share with Miss Churchyard certain excerpts which she enjoys and we consequently appreciate. Floundering at last through the philosophy of Carlyle, astounded by the inelegant idea of Parliament convening naked in its entirety, and intrigued by his subtle interpretation of life, we are about to launch out on our big adventure — The Senior Essay. Wish us “bon voyage! — Kathleen Sheldon JUNIOR VERSE— 1926 “Tuncan Tell” Her love s not told in bushels , lots, or tons; My mother says, “Why, more than Tuncan Tell” I wonder who he is. The fear still runs Through all my dreams that though she loves me well, She loves him more. I ' ve never seen his face, Nor heard his voice. The fairies always dance At night beneath the ghostly elms and chase Bad dreams away; perhaps he dances, too, And while I sleep will creep into her heart — Then skip off on a cloud as light as dew When baby rays of sunshine on my pillow dart. Or is he some queer being found afar In strange places where we children never go? Tell me quickly, bright and twinkling star That sheds upon my face your silver glow, Who is this Tuncan Tell? Who can he be? Whom is she talking of — while loving me? —Kathleen Sheldon The Pirate I think he should have been a pirate With a knife Like a crescent moon Between his teeth. Rings of atnber in his ears, Ragged trousers hanging Like balloons from a crimson sash. He should have had a wooden leg To clump along the deck. But instead of scimitar He has great iron tongs. Gallant captives do not walk the plank To an emerald tomb Upon his ship. He has no ship; He drives a wagon; And strides from street to kitchen door With fifty pounds of ice upon his back. — Gretchen Dishong Sunlight Sunlight- Tumbled bits of gypsy gold Flecking the limpid clearness of the lake, Caressing the coobfaced lily pads, Splashing a dancing pattern Of light and life and love. Sunlight — - Three long shafts of amber dust Streaming through tall pines and redwood trees Which loom, profound and dark, Quiet, deeply cool, Aloof yet friendly sentinels. Sunlight — Yellow dunes and deep blue waves And, tar off, a sail Madcap billows tumbling merrily, Warm sand sifting through my fingers. Against my face a joyous, sea-salt spray. Sunlight — Falling through a dusty window pane, Cupping with friendly hands a faded rose, And tifigeing to faint color The dim glint of an old daguerreotype Encased in musty velvet. Jane Armstrong Country It ' s all you ever have dreamed — Peace and beauty, And murmuring things; Lanes with tall spires of Lombardy Planted centuries ago; Dreaming poppies — And sunsets fading with soft rose lights. In the valleys, sentinehguarded- — 78 Snug tittle roofs, All hut hidden from view; In the distance — White and careworn roads, Wide pastures, and flocks sleeping. Come, don your cape of blue, And I ' ll out to this haven with you. — Margaret Meyer Sightseeing As the sun-chariot is to Apollo, so the green bus is to the M. V. S. girl; it carries her everywhere, and hy its gracious assistance she sees Washington— truly a capital sight! Sightseeing, while not exactly an idee fixe with the powers that be at M, V ( S M is at least one of the principal outdoor sports, particularly on Saturday, and on those Saturdays when there is something else very special to do. Europe should hold no terrors for the M. V. S. girl after her course in sightseeing here. But there are compensations, of course. Even if going to the Bureau of Engraving tends to make one feel a little extravagant, one cannot help but be encouraged at the sight of so many special-delivery stamps being made ready to do their good work. Then, going to the Smithsonian Museum and seeing the costumes there displayed in moth-balls increases one ' s love for one ' s uniform. The Congressional Library and its cultural colleague, the National Gallery, interest everyone, because those that are not glad to go are glad to come away. The Triad of Seventeenth Street the Red Cross Building, the Pan- American Building, and the D. A. R. Building -present their varied charms : the first is the outward and visible sign of service and achievement, and all that Johnny Domestic-Science stands for; the second is a place of exotic flora and architecture; the third is a modern mecca of ancestor-worship. We visit the White House and see that the President actually has flowers on his dinner table; we ride to Mount Vernon and agree that the cherry -chopper also had an eye for a home site; w f e gasp at the sheer majesty of the Lincoln Memorial, and tarry, fascinated, in the Scottish Rite Temple, One hard day finds us in Congress, more surprised than pleased at the jaunty informality prevailing there; it is as if the debaters never once paused to consider that the dome might fall in on them if they did not get down to work some time. And so, when the year is over and our friends at home ask us if we have seen Wash- ington and its points of interest, we can truthfully reply that such is so, and practically anybody with a good memory and an illustrated guide-book can tell just what it is all about. But nevertheless, we defy anyone to extract from us a satisfactory answer as to how to get from one given point to another via the circle system. — Rowema Thom 79 Salome I only ask that I might kiss the ground Beneath thy dancing feet. Which slender, white, All through the night Barbaric measures beat. Your mouth —a deep red wound upon your face, Those tiger-tawny eyes, That veil, so thin. Your golden skin Can only half disguise. You sway and tremble like a wind-swept reed While whining zithers sing; That twisted smile Will soon beguile The unsuspecting king. And when at last your lurid dance is done — The music hushed and dead — You seem unreal As there you kneel To ask — the prophet ' s head. Was this the reason that your hair is soft And midnight as the skies? Behind those smiles Those silken wiles Are crouching panther ' s eyes. And yet, I like to think that he is glad — - Far happier than I , . . Perhaps the bliss Of one long kiss You gave him ere he died. I — Herod ' s fool — tear out my bleeding heart And cast it down this stair, That in your dance You once may chance To slip upon it there, — Beth Sherwood 80 Fag Week ' Candidate, report to the gymnasium in five minutes. The joyful relaxation and relief so often felt at the end of a discouraging Tuesday afternoon study period was rudely dispelled as the brisk command smote the ears of the thirtyone prospective members of the Junior Class. It had come at last — Fag Week with al! its trials and tribulations was upon us, and we directed our trembling footsteps to the gym with much the same feeling that no doubt penetrates the mind of the world ' s worst criminal as he is about to seat himself in the electric chair. We were not entirely ignorant of the ancient M. V. S. custom which permits the Senior Class to forcibly impress upon the submissive Junior candidates during as long a period as desired that the latter are utterly insignificant and worthless beings. Our first day at school was delightfully spent in hearing tales of how we must cheerfully suffer the many whims and fancies of our superiors before earning the privilege of becoming full ' fledged Juniors. After the first shock had been successfully withstood, we began seriously to cotv template the fact whether or not there was a possible chance of surviving Fag Week. For two whole days we humbled our proud spirits and dragged them through the dust before the inexorability of the Seniors. There seemed to he only one purpose to the whole pro- ceeding, and that was to increase the comicality and mortification of the candidates. We bravely cavorted, sang, and danced, vainly hopeful of receiving one word of praise from the stoical Senior president; but we were informed in discouraging accents that it was very poor, indeed. And oh, those terrifying meetings in the wee small hours, where we gave intricate lectures on “Why is a horse ' sang touching ditties to our respective Senior, and willingly wiped our faces up and down the steps when told that there was no cause for mirth. We obligingly flitted through the endless days attired in the most atrocious costumes, hearing little signs designating us to be tight -rope walkers, drivers of numerous vehicles, and even blithesome Pollyannas, brightening the dull paths of fellow schoolmates with the sunshine of our permanent grins. It was impossible to avoid the Seniors they awaited us at every turn, and if we tried to dodge behind a welcome corner, the shrill call of a conv pdling whistle brought us back by leaps and bounds to bow and salaam and politely inquire if there was any way in which we could be of service. There was no doubt about it. The Junior candidates were hopeless failures. We laughed uproariously during an occasion that credited utmost dignity, displayed all sorts of unnecessary stupidity, and in every way bored the esteemed Seniors to utter disgust by our ludicrous striving for their amusement. 82 The Friday morning meeting came upon us, and the candidates had almost reached the ends of their ropes. Our minds were pitifully blank as to the possibilities of inventing further means of entertainment. The costume for that day was carefully described to us. We were to be washerwomen, and this necessitated our carrying wet, slimy pieces of soap wherever we went. Was there no Justice? The Senior president then handed us envelopes which were said to contain further directions. Upon opening them, a far different sight met our eyes. Instead of finding that we were ordered to individually give a Shakespearean tragedy in musical comedy form, a small card announced to joyful souls that the Class of Twenty ' seven congratulated the Class of Twenty-eight. We had successfully met our Waterloo and overcome it. To some unknowing individuals. Fag Week brings with it only weariness and perhaps even hard feelings. But we who have endured the experience, find that those few days greatly developed our sense of humor and ingenuity and brought us more closely together to face our year at M. V. S. with splendid organizations among ourselves and a strong feeling of love and respect for the Senior Class. The Junior Vaudeville If Fag Week did not bring out the real talent in the Junior Class, the Vaudeville on October the twenty-third certainly did. Everyone was keyed to a high state of endeavor and, as a result, not one break disturbed the serenity of the performance. Each girl con- tributed something; dancers and impersonators, scene shifters and property men, all were there with a will and a desire to help. The loveliness of the stage when the curtain opened was attested by the gasps of surprise and delight heard throughout the audience. Swiftly and easily they were carried from that enchanting far-away Spain, with its dark-eyed Senoritas and handsome Senors, to Hogan ' s Ally where Miriam Grosvenor and Eleanor Miller portrayed vividly the delights of a bowery dance, A very clever impersonation of Will Rogers was given by Rowena Thom, and Catherine Evatt was genuinely mysterious as a Hindoo who laid bare quite unscrupulously the secrets of our past, present, and future, and displayed her talents of insight to the amusement of all. The final scene was, we hope, acceptable to the Seniors, as the effect of Green and Gold was expressly for them. Anyway, they were gracious enough to respond in a snappy, clever song which sent everyone away happy, eager for the strife afforded by the Ingenuity Contest of January, 1927. 83 Senior Housewarming Flowers, soft shaded lights, multicolored pillows, fanciful dolls, memory books, luscious bon-bons and nuts are some of the impressions of a delightful, colorful evening as one greets the receiving line of officers (Miss Cole, Miss Churchyard, Kay, Louise, Mary and Jane) and lingeringly passes from one pretty room to the next, each presided over by the most gracious and hospitable of hostesses. Have you ever seen such lovely rooms -those fascinating dolls, and darling lamps — ;;uuhuh ' I put the same things in every one s memory book, didn ' t you? Uubuh. Aren ' t all the girls adorable? ;;uuhuh “I ' ve never eaten so much in all my life. Mmm -I wish we could have it all over again. Uuhuh— oh, no! Senior Housewarming once a year ' s enough for me. Why? Tm ill. The Old Girl-New Girl Party The Old Girl-New Girl Party! What a magic phrase! The tunc was Saturday evening, October the ninth at eight o ' clock, and the place was the gymnasium at Mount Vernon Seminary. The guests were the New Girls, and the hostesses were the Old Girls who were anxious to become acquainted with those who had not been at M. V. S, before, and to make them fed at home. Every girl wore her name pinned to the shoulder of her dress, but there was really very little need of these identifications after the early part of the evening. Everyone was busy renewing auld acquaintances and making new ones, and dancing to the syncopated strains of the orchestra engaged for the occasion. Delicious punch was graciously served to the dancers by Belle, and tables were placed on the stage for members of the Faculty who wished to play bridge. Towards the middle of the evening an Elimination Dance was held. Every couple drew a number and was allowed to remain on the floor until called. Every few minutes, Margaret Meyer read ofF the unlucky numbers, and more disappointed couples would reluctantly retire to the side of the room. Finally, the winners alone remained — Virginia Walsen and Jean Murphy. The former received an exquisite yellow embroidered handker- chief, and the latter a bottle of Coty ' s perfume. The party broke up at ten-thirty and we went to our rooms with the feeling that we had made a great many new friends and that the Old Girl -New Girl Party had been firmly established as a tradition. 84 Hallowe’en to most people seems a night dedicated to the pranks of small boys which are to be dreaded as well as laughed at. But we at Mount Vernon look forward to October the thirty-first with anything but dread, for we know what delightful witchery it holds for us all. This year the evening was perfect; warm and balmy, so at six-thirty we proceeded to the Shelter whose windows peeped at us through the trees like so many gleeful, shining eyes. The party was rustic and we dressed accordingly; dairy maids, farm lads, and tramps invaded the Shelter and triumphantly bore forth delicious hot dogs, baked beans, etc. These delec tables were appreciatively devoured and were topped by the beautiful apples which Mrs. Woolfolk sends every year on this occasion. The remainder of the evening was passed in the gymnasium which was decorated with smiling pumpkins and piles of cornstalks. The Seniors entertained with “Nize Baby” and did justice to that masterpiece. The Yellows presented an amusing incident concerning the vicissitudes of Rudolph when confronted by ghosts and the noble aid rendered by Miss Guard. The Whites chose an Athletic Wedding, Eleanor Bessell starring in the part of the groom. The talented Juniors undertook a musical comedy and performed excellently. The Faculty burlesqued the ordeal of morning drill, to the great amusement of the entire household. The grand march was one of the main events, and everyone joined in declaring Elizabeth Johnston and Catherine Evatt the winners of the costume prize as dairymaid and a gentle Jersey cow. The rest of the evening was spent in dancing and playing games or having one’s fortune told by a mysterious witch who really turned out to be Arney Anderson. When the party was over, everyone retired rather worn out but quite happy, and firmly con- vinced that Hallowe en must be the most unique and one of the most enjoyalbe of the gala days of the season. Tea House Bazaar No bazaar of the Orient could have equaled the one held at Mt t Vernon on Saturday, December the fourth. For weeks it was the popular topic of conversation, everyone was anticipating the Tea House Bazaar and planning on the Christmas gifts they were intending to purchase. Sober Study Hall was not recognizable. Circled around the walls were highly- bedecked booths in Christinas greens and papers. Several booths had for their precious load, dainty lingerie, pretty handkerchiefs, intriguing perfume bottles, and dozens of other delightful attractions. Here was the mecca of the Christmas shopper, and it was look quick and buy fast. One booth must have been Santa ' s own idea, for there dolls of every description were set out in a most tempting array; too, there were jolly images of St. Nick himself, and also some of the cunningest little toys that would lit so happily in the Christmas stockings. Another booth, infallibly a popular one, was adorned with a very delectable assort ' ment of fruits, candies, and nuts Honorable mention must be given to the “grab heap” which proved vastly entertaining Rowena Thom featured as an auctioneer and sold chances for an Afghan Martha Lewis held the lucky number and was the envy of all. The book room made the greatest appeal to some. Lovely illustrated children ' s books, the latest novels of interest, books of poetry, of biography, and travel presented such an attractive aspect that only the strong-minded could resist the temptation to invest one ' s entire fortune here After the sweet agony of shopping was over, what could be a greater delight than Cloister Hall transformed into a Yuletide Tea House. Softly-shaded red lights from which hung holly and mistletoe lent a holiday spirit to the scene On each table was a tiny Christmas tree and a bright red taper which added the final touch of joyous festivity The menus were irresistible things of art, and made one ' s appetite almost unladylike! The orchestra was one of the headliners of the Bazaar and well might it be featured Its success was more than evident. Only long and untiring effort in preparation could have effected such a flawless Bazaar, Credit for its perfection is due to Miss Tnppet and the Domestic Science classes, and we, the guests, are glad of this opportunity to thank our charming hostesses for a most de li gh t f u I af ter noon , 86 The Christmas Party It was crisp, clear and cold outdoors, but within the chapel doors, warmth and sweet- ness prevailed. The chapel was beautifully decorated in Christmas evergreens, and the most thrilling sight, of course, was the lovely Christmas tree which shone in all its gay splendor. The Christmas Party is one of the happiest events of the year, for at this time it is the joyous privilege of M . V. S girls to share the Christmas spirit with those who serve us with such eager hands and loyal devotion. Our guests of the evening filed in by twos and threes, in sociable groups, and when all were settled quietly, the lights were lowered and in breathless silence we awaited the Nativity Play. The play was presented with delicate charm and exquisite simplicity Lois Christman was a perfect Madonna, Catherine Bvatt most dignified as Joseph, and the Shepherds and Kings splendidly chosen. Noteworthy, too, was the chorus of angels whose voices heard in the chapel were truly angelic. The play over, there was a general craning of heads— the exciting arrival of St Nick amidst a jingle of bells with his back bent by his precious load brought a thrill to all alike, Rowena, the inimitable, was Santa Claus, and eagerly the small members, sons and daughters of the household staff, gathered around and entertained us with songs, poems, and “recitations. They were rewarded with dolls, drums, books, and other thrilling toys, which delighted the children beyond measure The older guests were also remembered and were presented with their gifts by Belle and Walker. The last present distributed, it was time to say good night, and with light and happy hearts we left the chapel The Ingenuity Contests In case anyone noticing the remarkable resourcefulness and presence of mind of the members of the Junior and Senior classes has wondered thereat, let her assign it without question to the practice they received in the Ingenuity Contests held in January and the first week of February. The Juniors were good, but the Seniors were better, and that is why the Junior colors were not waved at their class play. 87 The first contest, the rules and title of which were given by the Faculty without previous warning, was a double effort, the parts of w r hich were “I Look Into My Glass, ' ' and “At the Crossroads. The Senior interpretation, very mature and purposeful, con- nected the two sections into a logical whole, showing in the first a young girl seeing in her glass the paths which lay before her: arts, social service, and so on; the vision left her undecided. In the second part, a symbolic figure of justice tipped her scales first for one winning argument and then for another, as two more symbolic figures debated the ad visa bility of adopting the social or academic life in the heyday of their happy youth. Genevieve Stewart ' s convincing arguments swmng the balance away from Madge jarratt ' s lightsome leanings and, the moral being plain, down came the curtain. As for the Juniors, they displayed a wearied man reclining alone and gazing into a most ingenious hourglass, fashioned from two bath salts bottles taped together, and beholding his past life weave by him in a train of love affairs, varying in type as he ad vanced in age; the pantomime was neatly executed and well sustained. Then for the second part, Beth Sherwood and Rowena Thom, the former as a Washington policeman, and the latter as a hick Congressman, indulged in a sprightly dialogue on the subject of Washington, Mount Vernon, and other local topics. After the tumult and the shouting had died, the judges came back and awarded first blood to the Seniors. Two weeks later, after much preparation, the rivals presented an ' Evening With the Classics. The Seniors ' effort was a series of tableaux of famous paintings, before each of which a lantern slide of the original painting was shown. The juniors chose to present literary classics in pantomime, and a pageant of characters thronged past a little prince who wanted stories. For this representation, involving more characterization and action, the Juniors won. Last of all, to decide the tie, “Shades was presented by the competitors. The Seniors gave an excellent playlet with much atmosphere and clever costuming, the theme of which was the synthetic construction of the girl of 1927, and to her make-up famous characters from Adam on contributed something they deemed most valuable. The finished product proved to be someone suspiciously like Kay Ferguson seeking education at the portals of M. V. S. The Juniors took the situation far more lightly and presented a musical comedy, Shades a play on the shades of blue, with music and dancing, and something of plot. For the last time, the judges were eagerly awaited, and their decision in favor of the Seniors was acclaimed. There is something about age and experience and a deeper sense of values which cannot be beaten. — Rowena Thom 1 The Valentine Party Thrills and heart throbs ! The scene of the best-of-all Valentine parties was so realistic cally executed that, as we entered the Gymnasium, but for certain limitations we should have burst into voluble French. Things were not what they seemed, for the Gym was no longer a room but a colorful, banner-hung and ribbon-festooned square before an awmnged cafe in dear, delightful, wicked old Pans. Street lamps cast a soft golden glow over the dancers. All signs seemed to point out the fact that it was the fourteenth of Fevrier in 14 rue des Italiens, and had St. Valentine himself peeped in at the window, as he undoubtedly would have, if invited, he must surely have laughed heartily at such light hearted festivity! Persian ladies of caste accepted their sailor partners eagerly, and when six chic little Parisiennes stepped out in a specialty number extraordinaire, sheiks sat chummily around with rag dolls, or Dutch girls and West Point cadets chatted amicably if somewhat in- coherently with Czarinas, Apaches of doubtful, and movie queens of positively uncertain, origin. Elisabeth Titus, in glorified Oriental garb, won first prize. Mary Cunningham and Jane Quilhot got the vote for the most original costumes: they presented something new in mathematical problems, and Constance Jones and Marjorie Evatt were accorded honorable mention for very clever hand-made dresses. The orchestra provided perfect music, but we found the home-grown stock, in the persons of Flora Hollingsworth and Barbara Baird, more than satisfying in a rendition of popular songs. ‘ ' Worthy of any musical comedy going was the echo ' One more ideal evening went down in the records and we went to our downy couches with sighs of regret not unmingled with the joy of reminiscence. 89 The Sports Ball The Sports Ball was something new in our social activities. Everyone was possessed by curiosity and interest as to the character and success of this affair which was to he given by the Athletic Association, Arrayed in golf, tennis, riding, sailing, and coasting costumes, we descended to the Gymnasium. As we approached the scene of the evening ' s gayety, we discovered from a large sign that we were proceeding toward the M. V. S Country Club. 1 We went on to the entrance, where our names were checked by the Japanese doorboy, and were admitted to the club. We gasped in delighted amazement as we stepped out on the gayly awninged veranda — a striking camouflage of the Gym stage we knew of old. From this point of vantage we reviewed the entire setting before joining the crowd which thronged below. Across a green span of golf links, toward the southeast, we saw the first hole and a tee under a vi vidlyTIue sky which stretched over our heads and faded into a seemingly far horizon. Then as our eyes wandered farther, we perceived in his stable one of the club’s polo ponies. He stood unperturbed by the admiring groups gathered about him, gazing woodenly at his saddle which hung at the opposite side of his stable. Oh, indeed he stared very woodenly! After our brief inspection we joined the rest in dancing until the entertainments. A chorus of comely girls in white skirts, colored blazers and belts came first with an intriguing dance of intricate steps. Another chorus of four girls did a very novel dance which was loudly applauded. They were dressed in bright ' colored overalls and carried boxes of the same color which played an interesting part in the dance. Flora Rollings ' worth and Babs Baird sang several songs in their lovely harmony for us, and Miss Mae ' Auley gave a most amusing monologue. El lie Miller and Janet Gardner came into promb nence with their excellent dancing in the prize contest. After these various forms of entertainment were ended and the orchestra had played its last “extra, we gave a vote of thanks to the Athletic Association and reluctantly departed. 90 The playing of the entire cast was animated and convincing; we do not doubt that they were enjoying themselves as much as we were delighting in them. Particular attention is due Louise Wende whose part was far from simple, and whose rendering of it was entirely sympathetic. There were gales of applause for Genevieve Stewart who, with her numerous double-quick changes of manly attire, seemed to have left her Femininity at the The Senior Play A notable cast — talent drawn from a nation-wide selection— delighted M. V. S. on Saturday, December eleventh, with a dramatic rendering of Jerome K. Jerome ' s L ’Fanny and the Servant Problem ’ That the occasion was one of the most notable of the year was evinced by the fact that the Student Body appeared in special-occasion dresses and what crystal beads had been salvaged from previous occasions and preserved for the express purpose of breaking during the crises of the play. Two soothing mid- Victorian aunts of the very modern heroine, Louise Wende, appeared in the opening scene, and on close inspection proved to be Wilma McFarland and Lois Lasaten They were presently joined by a convivial family doctor who, when not enacting the role of Dr. Freemantle, is known as Janet Gardner, At a most unexpected moment, Fanny herself came on the scene with her dashing bridegroom. Lord Bantock, who had won and wed the fair lady while she believed him naught but a struggling and devoted artist. This young man, played by Genevieve Stewart, brought his surprised actress-bride to his ancestral mansion where she discovered the butler to be her detested uncle, Martin Bennet, one of a group of ancient servitors whose numbers were only rivaled in greatness by their uprightness and efficiency. Among them was Mary Adams, stern and black-clad; Mary Cunningham, deliriously natural; Kathryn Ferguson, prim and dry; Beatrice Master- son, boyish and diverting; and the redoubtable Elizabeth Council as that heavy villain, the butler. When the tenseness of the situation became acute, Kathleen Sheldon as Fanny ' s ex-business manager and self-appointed press-agent appeared, must ached and glib, and disclosed the fact that his misrepresentation to Bantock of Fanny ' s family connections was amazing in its ingenuity and deep in its consequences. Comedy relief was ably supplied in the last act by the entrance of Jane Oliver, Frances Price, and Margaret Meyer in the role of actress-friends of our heroine, A sequence of surprising events finally brought to Bantock’s knowledge the fact that his wife was the niece of his butler, who, since her arrival, had missed no opportunity in tutoring her for the part she was to play as the wife of his Lordship. The deception staggered the latter, and things looked dark for a moment, but the sun came through at last, and Bennet gave his niece solemnly to the noble Bantock, who took her for what she was with the full consent of her uncle. 93 stage entrance. The absolute consistency, the cold, measured tones, and the expressive use of her features made the performance of Elizabeth Council thoroughly excellent. Mention must be made of the very realistic and welhplanned stage-setting, for the direction of which Miss Edwards claims our gratitude. And the one who made it all possible with her enthusiasm, direction, and unflagging efforts — Miss Frances — deserves the hearty appreciation of all who saw the play. At the conclusion, after the curtain had rung down and expectations were fulfilled, the Seniors stepped forth and sang their class Songs, always an event of pleasure, A recep- tion held in Great Hall, where everyone greeted the cast and enjoyed refreshments con- cluded a most memorable evening. Junior Play THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL It was with eager anticipation that we looked forward to the Junior Play, Some of us had seen The School for Scandal the preceding year at Relascos, and it was with added interest that we listened to the interpretations of this new cast which consisted of; Sir Peter Teazle Sir Oliver Surface Sir Benjamin Backbite Mr. Crabtree Sir Joseph Surface Sir Charles Surface , Sir Harry Mr. Careless . Rowley . Moses . Sna e Trip Sir Joseph ' s Servant Lady Teazle Lady Sneer well Mrs Candour Maria . Catherine Evatt Dorothea Sigel Katherine Archibald Faith Decker Elizabeth Sherwood Edna Sherman Martha Gallagher Eleanor Miller Mary Alicia Harper Mary Pope Eleanor Hammer Margaret Alves Jane Quilhot Virginia Harris Miriam Grqsvenor Elizabeth Roberts Martha Fitton 94 i V, f« is ' t i m The delightful part of such a long cast was to see what splendid theatrical talent the Junior Class as a whole presented. The rather difficult lines were rendered with fluency and the intriguing situations were admirably interpreted. But no wonder. Lady Teazle was perfectly portrayed by Virginia Harris, who com ' bined beauty, wit, and charm in this light and scandal-loving character. Catherine Evatt as Sir Peter faultlessly took the part of a loving but sometimes over- burdened husband and the mistaken father in regard to the true worth of his sons. She played the man’s part exceptionally well and her voice was indeed masculine. Mim made a most vivacious Lady Sneerwell. Her biting sarcasm made us wither and hope that she held no grudge against us. Snake, played by Eleanor Hammer, was a most obedient and obsequious servant to that sharp-tongued lady. Mrs. Candour added quite a note of humor. Libby did not believe in tale-bearing but couldn’t keep from telling the latest “have you heard? ' Maria was very pretty, and as it is the agreeable thing to have the heroine sweet and charming, we were particularly happy over Martha Fit ton ' s portrayal of this part. Sir Joseph, the two-faced rascal and villain of the play, was splendidly done by Beth Sherwood. The manly swagger that she was able to achieve added quite a dashing note. Sir Charles, the profligate brother of the supposedly -good Sir Joseph, was the attrac- tive “man about tawn, wearing a very gorgeous and becoming white satin suit. The debonair Sir Charles won our hearts as well as that of Maria. Martha Gallagher and Eleanor Miller were the gay and convivial companions of Sir Charles, and jolly ones they seemed. Dorothea Si gel as the rich uncle played her part with fine skill and Kay Archibald was all that his name implied. The servants all were extremely good in their parts and were not the least of this most successful play. 95 The Yellow and White Classes brought their numerous successes of the year to a triumphant climax on the night that they presented their oneact plays. Both were dene with superb finesse and were worthy of the high praise accorded them. “Aria da Capa 1 by Edna St. Vincent Millay, presented by the Wh:te Class, was a futuristic fantasy. It was the Stage of Life, viewed by an impartial Prompter who watched the gambols of Comedy and the bitterness of Tragedy. As the play progresses, it sets forth with com mendable suhlety the theory that the Tragic Muse is almost inseparable from her twin sister, the Comic Muse, and that, come what may, Life goes on in the same relentless way, Nancy Dougherty and Sue Beckwith were charming as Pierrot and Columbine, and the parts of the two shepherds were taken admirably by Jeanne Gilchrist and Ruth Crahbs “The Turtle Dove ' by Margaret Scott Oliver, was the play selected by the Yellow Class, and was given after the manner of the Chinese Theater. The old plot — a girl, a servant boy (a prince in disguise, of course), and a hard, cruel father, took on new life when the clever little maid feigned death to fool her crafty parent, while love stepped in to help the poor unfortunates, and the fact was disclosed that the servant lover was a prince after all! Martha Seabury did splendid work as the mandarin-father; Janet Galley was perfect in the role of the resonant- voiced, flowery lover; and Emily Pope covered herself with glory, for she made a lovely little Chinese heroine, Eugenie Bournique, with net a line to speak, yet managed by the poignant delicacy of her pantomime to make herself seen and felt if not heard. We cannot stress too strongly our admiration for this portrayal of the drolly- whimsical Property Man .... .The evening was one of the most pleasurable that we have spent, and we tender cur warmest thanks and congratulations to the Yellow and White Classes! 97 In keeping with the traditions of Mount Vernon Seminary, the Commencement Play was the most pretentious production of the year. The budding actresses of the school and their competent director. Miss Frances, were not daunted by the task that was theirs of presenting the difficult tragedy, “Moliere,” by Philip Moeller. Their efforts were rewarded by a success which made a new record for M. V. S. One of the most histrionically- gifted of the Seniors, Alice Campbell, had the title role, that of Moliere. The tragic life and lovable character of that great dramatist gave ample opportunity for the display of her dramatic talents; and the audience, whose breathless interest in her every act was plainly noticeable, could not restrain their tears as she portrayed the tragic death scene of the lonely writer. Eugenie Bournique, as the young and charming actress-wife of Moliere, achieved instant popularity and gave promise cf future triumphs; and Louise Wende, as the unscrupulous but ravishingiy-heautiful ”de h4ontespan,” gave an exquisite rendering of a difficult part. The acting of Marion Kennedy, as the haughty “Louis XIV, who, though all-powerful, was not insensible to womanly wiles and charm; ct Anne Young, as a lovable old actor; of Eleanor Hayden, as a temperamental and jealous musician; and of Caroline Sweeney, as the delightful friend and housekeeper of Moliere, was especially commendable. Indeed, every part in the play, even the smallest, was interpreted realistically and commendably; and laurels also belong to those others who made the production the fine example of unity and co-ordination that it was -Janet Gailey, M. L. Gaut, Jean Barker, Mary Ann Peacock, Elizabeth Council, Ruth Crabbs, Eleanor Bessell, Mary Adams, and Janet Sanders. The settings were unusually beautiful and the costumes almost too charming for our peace of mind. To Miss Frances and the cast go our most sincere congratulations. 98 Athletic Association Mary Cunningham Jane Quilhot President Secretary Treasurer ATHLETIC BANNER HONOR f f. he Junior Class worked all year rolling up points in its favor. Finally, at the end of school this class was rewarded by winning the Banner which was proudly displayed dunng Commencement Week. ATHLETIC AWARD The medal is the highest honor given by the Athletic Department and was won for the second time by Mary Cunningham, Tennis Connie Bavtnger and Caroline Sweeney were matched against Mary Cunningham in the doubles finals It was a pretty game, and the 25-’ 26 Championship was won by Connie and Caroline. Jane Guilhot and Connie Bavinger met in the singles finals; both played hard and fast, but in the end Jane proved the better, so winning the tennis championship of the school In the fall, we had a tennis ladder, everyone working hard to gain the top. Finally, Eleanore Haigh reached and held this coveted rung, defeating every one who challenged her lofty position 101 The preliminary first team basketball games were played Friday, November 19th The Juniors and Yellows played first. It was a close game; the Yellows played hard but the Juniors finally proved too much for them, winning with a score of 3024 The Seniors and Whites then went on the field. Both teams worked hard, but the Seniors rolled up the score in the beginning and kept in the lead for the rest of the game. The score was 209. Tuesday, November 23rd, ptoved to be a successful and exciting day; successful for the Juniors ' and Whites ' second teams, and exciting for all concerned. At three o’clock the school turned out en masse at the basketball field. We cheered lustily with the help of Madge Jarratt and Ellie Miller, our enthusiastic cheer leaders. The first teams to play were the Juniors and Seniors, and both showed good spirit. The former managed to keep in the lead throughout, although the latter fought pluckily to the end. Finally, the Juniors won the laurels which they justly deserved. The score was 12 ' 2. Next to come on the field and show good hard teamwork were the Whites and Yellows It was a close race right up to the end, but the Whites proved a little superior and came out ahead with a score of 24 21. CHAMPIONSHIP GAME Thanksgiving Day arrived; everyone was intensely excited, for at ten o ' clock the class championship game was to be held The school assembled promptly at the court and cheered lustily as first the Senior and then the Junior teams marched in. The game was fast and exciting, both teams played extremely well, and it was only after a hard fight that the Juniors proved themselves the stronger, thus acquiring the coveted title for 1926 with a score of 3022. Seniors Juniors Forwards: Palmer Dallis Mary Cunningham (Cdptam) Forwards; Edna Sh er man Beth Sherwood Centers: Kathryn Havvkes Mary S. Adams Centers: Jane Quilhot Dorothy Sigel (Captam) Guards; Janet McKinney Kathleen Sheldon Guards; Mary Alicia Harper Faith Decker 102 ■mbm SECOND TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP The final second team game between the Whites and juniors also took place on Thanks giving. The juniors struggled, but in vain; the score rolled up and up in favor of the Whites until when the whistle blew it stood 1914 in favor of the White team. Forwards: Centers: Guards Jumors Eileen Lafferty Martha Gallagher Miriam Grosvenor Martha Fitton Catherine Evatt Eleanor Voorhees Wfmes Forwards: Laurene Walker Elizabeth Born Centers: Jean Sfens Carol Bagby Guards. Margaret Smith Margaret Johnson VARSITY GAME On Saturday, March 5th, everyone full of hope and expectation boarded the green buses and started for the Epiphany Gymnasium. Arrived there we were greeted by a goodly number of the opposition from Miss Madeirans School. The game was watched with breathless enthusiasm. No one wished to miss a move, so beautiful was the clean, quick passwork shown by our girls. Only Miss Wallace ' s earnest work and patient coaching could have given us such a team. The Madeira team played a fair and square game, and we admired their sportsmanship. Our captain, Mary Cunningham, spurred us on and urged our best, and she was rewarded by seeing her team win with a score of 32 28, TEAM Forwards: Mary Cunningham (Captain) Connie Bavinger Centers Jane Quilhgt Betty Wynn Rug be Guards: Dorothy Sigel Beth Sherwood Golf BRIGHAM-CUNNINGHAM CUP The golf championship was played in the Spring of 1926. Mary Woolfolk won the cup after defeating Eleanor Linn in the final round. PELLETIER SWIMMING CUP This cup is presented to the girl who has made the greatest progress in swimming during the year. For the year of ' 25 ' 26 the cup was awarded to Kathryn Hawkes whose untiring efforts were worthy of such reward. 105 Optima Miss Jean Dean Cole, Miss Katharine Hill Genevieve Stewart Margaret Mever Georgia Hencken Dorothy Thomson Honorary Members , President Vice-President Secretary . Treasurer Mary Adams Jane Armstrong Sue Beckwith Elizabeth Born Frances Bosworth Eugenie Bournique Lois Christman Jessie Clark Jane Cochran Evelyn Comstock Palmer Dallis Gretchen Dishong Odessa Erhart Catherine Evatt Kathryn Ferguson Eleanor French Janet Gardner Jeanne Gilchrist Alice Hand Virginia Harris Anne Hearne Georgia Hencken Flora Hollingsworth Margaret Johnson Frances Johnston Eileen Lafferty Lois Lasater Martha Lewis Beatrice Masterson Wilma McFarland Margaret Meyer Eleanor Miller Margaret Murphy Daisy Parsons Elizabeth Roberts Kathleen Sheldon Margaret M. Smith Genevieve Stewart Rowena Thom Dorothy Thomson 109 French Club Mme. Eleanore Peltier Honorary Member Mary Cunningham ... President Eleanor Miller Vice-President Elizabeth Born . Secretary Anne Hearne Treasurer Martha Alexander Carol Bag by Elizabeth Born Lois Christman Jessie Clark Mary Cunningham Faith Decker Eleanor French Anne Hearne Marguerite Herrick Marjory Mallory Wilma McFarland Eleanor Miller Margaret Murphy Elizabeth Roberts Grace Smith Choral Club Mrs. A. K, Payne . Flora Hollingsworth Elizabeth Council Dorothea Sigel Director President Vice-President Secretary ' T reasurer Martha Alexander Margaret Alves Armey Anderson Barbara Baird Kathryn Bavingbr Eugenie Bournique Lois Christman Sibyl Cleveland Elizabeth Council Catherine Dominick Odessa Erhard Catherine Evatt Kathryn Ferguson Janet Gailey Martha Gallagher Jeanne Gilchrist Esther Goetz Mary Alicia Harper Virginia Harris Flora Hollingsworth Margaret Johnson Elizabeth Johnston Constance Jones Eileen Lafferty Eleanor Miller Emily Pope Elizabeth Roberts Miriam Robertson Jane Rogers Edna Sherman Elizabeth Sherwood Dorothea Sigel Grace Smith m Mr. Adolf Torovsky, Jr. Director Arney Anderson Barbara Baird Kathryn Bavinger Elizabeth Council Sibyl Cleveland Gretchen Dishong Katherine Dominick Odessa Erhard Catherine Evatt Martha Fitton Janet Gailey Martha Gallagher Janet Gardner Miriam Grosvenor Eleanor Hammer Dorothea Sigel Mary Alicia Harper Virginia Harris Margaret Johnson Elizabeth Johnston Constance Jones Eileen Lafferty Wilma McFarland Eleanor Miller Beatrice Masterson Emily Pope Jean Redick Elizabeth Roberts Jane Rogers Elizabeth Sherwood Genevieve Stew art SUBSTITUTES Eugenie Bournique Lois Christman Eleanor Duval Jeanne Gilchrist Lois Lasater Louise Redfield Grace Smith Jane Cochran Helen Groetzinger Louise Quarles Miriam Robertson Walking Club Mias Cole, Miss Guard, Miss Slauson K. Sheldon . P, Jeffery Honorary Members President ■ Treasurer Arney Anderson M. Johnson Eleanor Bessell F, Johnston j. Clark J. Oliver S, Cleveland J. Redick E Comstock J. Reilly E. French E. Roberts J. Gardner M. Seabury M. Herrick K. Sheldon M, Horst E. Thompson P. Jeffery L. Wende C, Jones r ' Sf V 117 u U-Pun My Word Of— The table (timidly): Please make a pun for us, Rowena. Rowena (obligingly); Well, let me punder, Genie: What ' s the point of big alarm clock on floor next to bed, Mtmi? Mimi (with large yawn): Oh, so I can step out of bed on time, dear, deal- — Pretty Bad (noting sick sign): Is Lois in bed again? Worse: Yes, she ' s lois can be. Madame P. (at Faculty meeting): She goetz my goatz. Anonymous: What is Wende ' s favorite fairy tale, d ' you suppose? Better So: Beauty and the Buffalo, probably. Bright: What did Miss Barber say when you told her you ' d changed your mind and wanted a ticket to California instead of the one she got for you for New York? Ditto: just ticket or leave ill Gurgle: Does anyone know Sunny ' s favorite indoor sport? Grim: Um, teacher! I do! It s — Guffaw ; Walsen 1 ! And finally said the Elder Pliny with a sigh, U I love puns. The Younger Pliny (hopefully): Puns, unde? Oh yes, yes, Puns and Coffee! (?) Frances Johnson: Rowena, I can ' t keep my eyes off your eyelashes, Rowena: And I can ' t keep my eyelashes off my eyes. Chemical Discoveries of 27 Ferguson. Protoplasm, essential to life of 27. Hawkes: Wiry substance combines actively with H 2 O. Da His: An ion (little w r anderer), very active and non-malleable. Stewart: Extremely active, purifies lesser elements under favorable conditions. Council: Inflammable, combining readily with lesser elements, McFarland: Gives off pure white light. Dishong and Armstrong: Tend to cling together. Wende: Contains freezing properties, Jarratt: Rare, seldom found. Oliver; Round ion, easily shaped with rubber moulds. 125 “ If” for Roommates If you can keep your hooks when all about you Are losing theirs, and blaming it on you; If you can find a tie when others doubt you And find a belt for all their doubting, too; If you can take a bath in ninety seconds. Remember just to chew your gum at home; If you can keep your dates straight at nine-twenty And keep your voice quite gentle when you roam If you can keep your towels always folded And never indiscreetly leave out shoes; If you can “See Miss Cole 1 on Sunday evenings And hardly ever cultivate the Blues; If you can say, “For Lent Tve given up ice cream ' And yet still speak to less heroic souls; If you can shop and not forget your violets, And if in choir keep vestments free from holes; If you can riot eagerly or slumber According to your sleepy roommate ' s mood; If you can get marked off times without number And always have an attitude that ' s good; If you can sleep till drill and get to breakfast, Find your last Hershey one and stdl be mild; If you can swear you ' ve lived by these requirements Then know that you ' re the perfect roommate, child. For Miss MacAuley there ' s a race, Fair su ; tors, many, chase and chase, And in the office claim a place To sit and sigh in. It welcomes one or ten or more; The hall rug ' s worn quite off the floor; But what we ' d like to know or Not — will Betty Wynn? 126 or What Have You” Once upon a time there was a Carpenter- Every day he went to his Grove beyond the Churchyard to get some wood. One day as it was Cole, he began to run, and he ran and he ran until he couldn ' t run any more because he got such a Payne He sat down and no sooner did he do so than he Slauson one coming. It was a whole lot of policemen and they came Mart’ll up the Hill, left, right, left, right, right through the Elting rain. When they got right up to him they cried, “Hold out your Hanna and they put KJep on them And he suddenly became frightened and said, “Are you going to take me to jail? And they sa d, “Yes,” and thought it a great joke and dragged him along Chickering all the while ' til they came to the town Hall Here he saw a lot more rough policemen eating their lunch with their fingers, for they had no Faulkner spoon. Then the poor man cried, “My Guard, can I have no Bayliss? And they said, “Yes. So he said “Get me a Messenger, my Wallace is in my other clothes. ' So they did as he suggested, and let him go — and he was a Gladman forever after. Jokes Mary Cunningham took her first school walk the other day. She denies this statement, however, on the grounds that she trotted all the way and thus triumphantly insists that she has not broken her record of never having taken a school walk at M. V. S. Our Motto: “Keep your shirt on. Our idea of an optimist is one who takes housewifery New Postman to Miss Barber: “Is there a collection here on Sunday? Miss Barber to New Postman: “Yes, it goes tc the Tend-A-Hand ' Society. Miss Messenger: “Why are you so far behind in your studies, dear? Innocence: “So I can pursue them better. Comment: It ' s all right to begin at the bottom except when you ' re learning to swim. She was only a millionaire ' s daughter, but — oh my goodness, isn ' t that enough? 127 ' Twas brum ley , and the sigel jones Did borst and kimball in the rice; All mimi were the grosvenors, And the mmv wraths out-price. “Beware the Vernon wock, my son 1 The Lloyds that bite, the dawes that catch! Beware the jeffery-bird and shun The gallagher bagbysnatcbC He took his walker sword in hand: Longtime the fitton foe he sought — Then counciled he by the thorn- thorn tree, And fished awhile in thought. And as in ackley thought he stood, The Vernon wock with eyes of flame. Came el ting through the ludlum wood, And burnamed as it came! One, two! one, two! and through and through The walker blade went hencken-kleps! He left it dead -and then he fled With firm dixonphing steps. “And has thou slain the Vernon wock? Come to my arms, my pierless boy, O crabbjous day, Mac-who-can lay. He slausoned in his joy. Twas brum ley and the sige! jones Did horst and kimball in the rice; All miini were the grosvenors, And the mmn- wraths out-price. 128 Athletic Program for Today Seniors , Relax one hour in cloister. juniors . Answer last four months ' mail. Yellows No required exercise to-day. Whites v; May either take pictures or make fudge in Domestic Science room. Oh: “What ' s the matter with Edna to-day? My: Joan dice, I presume ' Janie: “What ' s the price of cookies in Germany? Louise: “Germany? Don ' t know . . . Why not ask France ' s Price? 129 WASHINGTON PARIS Julius Garfinckel Co. Constantly Receive The Smart Different Fashions for MISSES and GIRLS Designed by the Foremost Makers of School and College Apparel for Every Sports and Social Occasion d Iso for Street and traveling F STREET, CORNER OF THIRTEENTH 132 133 Washington ' s foremost t ' Millinery Shop 13 and F Streets. N New York Paris 134 FOOTER’S Cleaners and Dyers of Wearing Apparel of All Descriptions 1332 G STREET, N. W. main 2343 135 (7 )HETHER your need is a single piece of furni- ture or an entire suite, a scatter rug or the largest Oriental or Domestic rug, you can find here precisely the item that you want, at prices which are indeed moderate W 6?J. SLOANE 709-71 1-713 Twelfth Street, N. W., Washington, D. C. 136 HARRIS, WINTHROP and COMPANY 11 WALL STREET, NEW YORK THE ROOKERY, CHICAGO Members NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE NEW YORK COTTON EXCHANGE NEW YORK PRODUCE EXCHANGE CHICAGO BOARD OF TRADE CHICAGO STOCK EXCHANGE MINNEAPOLIS CHAMBER OF COMMERCE WINNIPEG GRAIN EXCHANGE telephones 4747 Rector, New York 2609 Wabash, Chicago 137 ESTABLISHED OVER FIFTY YEARS FINE FURNITURE DRAPERIES UPHOLSTERING REFINISHING PAPER HANGING PAINTING JAMES B. HENDERSON 1108 G STREET, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. 138 COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND 139 JAMES F. OYSTER CO. INCORPORATED c Butter , Eggs and Cheese • ; . • ■ 900 and 902 Pennsylvania Avenue, N. W. Washington, D. C. Telephone Main 4820-4821 140 Purchases Forwarded Prepaid to Any Shipping Point in the United States WASHINGTON NEW YORK IMPORTERS AND RETAILERS W. Mioses Sons Established 1861 Importer Retailer F Street and Eleventh Washington, 33). £. TELEPHONE MAIN 3770 Messages Recorded at All Hours Furniture Carpets Accessories Ladies 1 Apparel Millinery Shoes ROSE ROOM, BEAUTY SALON Purchases Forwarded Prepaid to An Slopping Point in the United States 141 c lnd uuhat does it mean to you ? HE CUPOLA 1927- Thousands will read it and pronounce it interesting and clever. Hundreds will read it with vivid atten- tion because it is an historical record of a living year in their college activities. Many will read it in future years and live again in mem ory the days that are now so real. Some — those who have worked so arduously to make this book a success — will turn its pages with justifiable pride in this note- worthy product of their efforts. It has been, indeed, an appreciated privilege for us to be associated with the production of this book, even in the humble capacity of publishers. The volume which we shall place upon our shelves will be a permanent reminder of the interesting relations we have enjoyed with the officers and staff of the 1927 Cupola. We wish them, and all the mem- bers of the outgoing class, the best that the world has to offer. May the enthusiasm which they have shown in their application to this important work be the means of their gaining many other laurels in the years that are ahead. BAKER-JONES • HAUSAUER Inc. BUILDERS OF DISTINCTIVE COLLEGE ANNUALS 45-51 CARROLL STREET BUFFALO, N. Y. 142 PHILADELPHIA T5he Gift Suggestion Book A BOOKLET MAILED UPON REQUEST Illustrates and Prices Jewels, Watches, Clocks, Silver, China Glass and Novelties from which may be selected distinctive WEDDING, BIRTHDAY, GRADUATION AND OTHER GIFTS SHAW fe? BROWN CO. 1 1 14 F Street, N. W. Washington, D. C. Gem Dealers of International Reputation OUR DESIGNS ARE EXECUTED WITH A THOROUGH KNOWLEDGE AND SURENESS OF ARTISTIC DEVELOPMENT WHICH IS SO IMPORTANT IN THE TREATMENT OF ANY COLOR OR NUMBER OF GEMS AH Real : : 7s[° Imitations ” 143 COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND RIZIK BROTHERS -Announcing Fashions for Spring Sport dresses that whisper of the salty tang of surf- whipped sunny beaches and summer-joyous motor outings, c-o Dainty frocks for gay dinner dance af- fairs and evening gowns of gossamer loveliness and exclusiveness vouchsafed by RIZIK sponsorship. Ensemble Suits, Dinner and Evening Gowns Costumes and Dresses TWELVE-THIRTEEN F 144 MRS JOSEPH LEITER IncorDOrated 1547 RHODE ISLAND AVENUE Respectfully invite your inspection of their exclusive designs in Childrens and MISSES’ APPAREL SUITABLE for DEBUTANTES Suits Coats Hats Evening Dresses Sweaters Dresses SCHOOL GIRLS’ CLOTHES A SPECIALTY Washington’s Finest Hotel zyfn INSTITUTION IN KEEPING WITH THE BEAUTY AND GRAN ' DEUR of THE NATION ' S -=� CAPITOL «= ‘ Connecticut Avenue at L Street 145 Quality Price Service PHONE MAIN 9890 M. E. HORTON, Inc. WHOLESALE INSTITUTIONAL GROCERS Food Products and Janitor Supplies We cater to Hotels, Restaurants Hospitals, Schools and Institutions ♦ 608-620 C Street, S. W., Washington, D. C. R. R. Depot and Rec. Dept. — 609-621 Virginia Avenue Members national league 0 commission merchants of the UNITED STATES INTERNATIONAL APPLE SHIPPERS’ ASSOCIATION W. H. Harrison Company, Inc. FRUITS AND VEGETABLES Commission Merchants WASHINGTON, D. C. 146 of yester-year knew — graduates of tomorrow know That one ' s fashion education will be most thorough if one shops at Woodward Lothrop’s. Whether it be clothing, things for one’s room, or a remembrance to send home, one knows the choice is always correct. WOODWARD LOTHROP TENTH and ELEVENTH, F and G 147 Pans, London and Washington CAPITOLS of BEAUTY dlld CHARM, HAVE THEIR FAVORED SALONS of FASHION, IN WASHINGTON, IT IS ERLEBACHER’S Feminine Apparel of Individuality ( Tq) TWELVE-TEN TWELVE-TWELVE F STREET Gowns :: Wraps :: Furs :: Millinery :: Accessories THE GREEN LINE Sightseeing Tours of Washington MAIN OFFICE: HOTEL PENNSYLVANIA TELEPHONE LINCOLN 91 148 “The Hotel Built With An Ideal ” Located in Washington ' s Prettiest Residential Section 1200 ROOMS WITH BATH A remarkable airplane photograph shows that every guest room in Ward man Park Hotel e a sunny, outside room, overlooking beautiful surroundings ALL OUTSIDE ROOMS The Ward man Park Hotel his the quiet of a country home and the convenience of a met ropolitan 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 WARDMAN PARK HOTEL Connecticut Aye. and Wooplev Roap, Washington, D. C, ELMER DYER Mtfrttlgf 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 - HI WASHINGTON WAREROOMS: 1340 G STREET, N.W. FACTORY: BALTIMORE, MD. Established 1842 J- C. CONL1FF, Mgr. 149 ESTABLISHED l 6 2 Wm. Ballantyne Sons Booksellers, Stationers and Engravers ♦ 1409 F STREET, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. The Louise Hand Laundry Specializes in Ladies’ Lingerie, Georgette Crepes, Silks and all fine linens Jtleris Sill{, Flannel and ‘Dress Shirts Phone North 354 1405-7 Twelfth Street, N. W. 150 Ampules, Stains and Reagents Hilton’s Ethical Pharmacy SAMUEL L. HILTON, Proprietor Cor 22d 6? L Streets, N. W. Washington, D. C. Expressive of the ideals of a great artist — ROMNEY FROCKS As shown by a selected few high-class shops in the larger cities — - and m Washington at JELLEFFS See them m out Misses’ Shop on your next visit do urn to urn 12164220 F Street, N. W. ASH HARPER METHOD -A; -k A Shop of Individuality SHAMPOOING (d ' v WS MARCELLING A TaSHIONS for every oc- w casion await your selec- Filtered Water Used tion. Charming dresses tor Exclusively day and evening wear. Handsome coats and wraps, rich furs, smart hats, sport suits and sweaters, blouses and novelties 1714 CONNECTICUT AVENUE, N. W. NORTH 134 1217 CONNECTICUT AVENUE 14th and F STREETS 701 WESTORY BLDG. WASHINGTON, D. C. FRANKLIN 3084 151 Leather Requisites The most complete as- sortment of leather goods is here for your inspection. The name “BECKER assures your receiving the finest. 1314-16-18 F Street, N, W, Washington, EX C. COMPLIMENTS of A FRIEND MEMBERS FLORISTS ' TELEGRAPH DELIVERY WHITE, Inc. Colorists 14th and H STREETS, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. Phone Mam 69 j } 1 152 RICH’S Proper Footwear F Street at Tenth Washington, D. C. Distinctive footwear tor every occasion - — the authoritative fashions demanded by discrimi- nating dressers : : : If you live out of Washington, write for booklet M. Pasternak 1219 CONNECTICUT AVENUE WASHINGTON, D. C. Appropriate Attire lor the gentlewoman smartly fashioned and correctly execut- ed for campus and town occasions Ready to Wear Made to Order Grace Dodge Hotel Washington, D C. A hotel distinctive for its chirm and environment and well known for its excellent food and service. Open to men and women. No tipping, MISS MARY A. LINDSLEY, Managing Director Hugh Reilly Co. Paints Glass WHOLESALE RETAIL 1534 NEW YORK AVENUE Phoni Mam 1703-4-5 153 COMPLIMENTS OF J.U. ‘ Mulligan A Friend College, School and Fraternity Jeweler CUPS, PLAQUES AND MEDALS 1110 F Street, N. W. Washington, D. C. Marketing Del were d Free of Charge TELEPHONE MAIN 3649 Phone Main 8649 JAMES B. SMITH’S SONS Chas. H. Javins and Sons ' Vegetables of All Kinds Dealers in Fresh and Smoked Fish PROMPT AND CAREFUL ATTENTION Oysters, Terrapin, Poultry Game, Etc. Stands: 2L7 ' 219 ' 220 ' 222 ' 250 ' 252 CENTER MARKET WASHINGTON, D.C. Center Market, B Street Wing Washington, D, C, 154 The Lotus Lantern Tea Room and REEVES Gift Shop 731 SEVENTEENTH ST., N. W. CHOCOLATES (r 1 A cozy , “homey place for VYtade Here LUNCHEON AND AFTERNOON TEA You will enjoy meeting your friends here Unique Gifts From Abroad Buy your and sandwiches from us and have the best 1209 F Street, N. W. Kalorama Garage 1640 Kalorama Road Telephones COLUMBIA 7186 COLUMBIA 6203 COLUMBIA 4940 COLUMBIA 7200 Storage of Gasoline and Electnc Cars ACCESSORIES REPAIR SHOP WESTINGHOUSE BATTERIES TIRES, GAS, PAINTING J.H. Small 6s? Sons Florists and Landscape Contractors ! Dupont Circle 7 rth 7000 155 QUALITY On this ioe have built our present business Personality Expressed Livingston, Inc. Printing and Duplicating Depart wwih BURTON W, DOVLE. Manaqisg Partner 722 THIRTEENTH STREET, N. W. PWi£ direct to rftis depdttftiimr MAIN 7 t� 5 THE MODE F and 1 1th Streets Fashion Park Clothes J {edfu ear WELSHMARGESTON 6P CO. OF LONDON Compliments of A FRIEND Member Florists 1 Telegraph Delittry GEO. H. COOKE Florist “say it with flowers” 17071709 Connecticut Avenue Phone Potomac 24 Washington, D. C. SPORT MART Washington’s Leading Sport Stores 1303 F STREET, N. W. 914 F Street. N. W. 1410 N- Y. Avenue. N.W. ART SUPPLIES Muth 710 Thirteenth Washington, D. C. 156 COMPLIMENTS of A FRIEND T ea House of THE WHITE PEACOCK 832 Seventeenth St., N. W. Washington, D C, QUALITY China, Silver, Crystal, Art Objects, Furniture, Lamps, Pottery ►S3ES Dulin 6s? Martin Company 1215-1217 F STREET 1214-1218 G STREET WASHINGTON, D. C. The R. F. Bickerton Masquerade Costume Shop IRA D, BAKER, Proprietor Ladies ' , CeTitiemai ' 5 and Children Costumes for Masquerade Balls, Theatricals , Tableaux, etc , Wigs, Beards, Dominos and Masks Furnished at Reasonable Rates Ojficc FWic, Main 3 786 9 IS 14th STREET, N. W, Re 5. Phone, Atlantic 35 S - j second floor. Established 1859 ‘ WASHINGTON, D. C, E jtdbiiiJied 1 Hco GALT BRO. JEWELERS Silversmiths, Stationers 1 107 Pennsylvania Avenue Washington, D, C. (Blue VYCill Qojfee is the best P. W. Browning 6? Bro. WASHINGTON, D. C. F. WM. LOETSCH Partridge Brand Hams and Bacon Cooked Medts a Specialty Jones Dairy Farm Sausage, Burrs Frankfurters 500-501 Center Market- — Main 1241 WASHINGTON, D. C. Philadelphia Print a Specialty Established 1848 P. V. HOUGH 6? SON Wholesale and Retail Dealers m Butter, Cheese and Eggs 325-327 CENTER MARKET 39-40 WESTERN MARKET Telephone West iy8 WASHINGTON, D. C. 157 Compliments of FRANKLIN 6? CO. T5he ' IBea House Opticians 1329 F STREET, N. W. WASHINGTON. D. C. Odd Things 7s Jot Found Elsewhere SCHWAB, Inc. Berry Whitmore Co. Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry Stationery , Engraving F and Eleventh Streets, Washington, D. C. Phone 4545 and 4546 OUTFITTERS TO GENTLEWOMEN 1108 F STREET, NORTHWEST WASHINGTON, D. C. Telephone Mam S6i TENSCHERT FLACK BRENTANO’S Photographers Booksellers, Engravers and Stationers 802 F Street, Northwest Phene Main 5495 Main 9114 F and Twelfth Sts,, Washington, D G Groups and Flashlights Our Specialty BUSINESS ANNOUNCEMENTS It INVITATIONS FOR EVERT OCCASION U PROGRAMS AND MENUS :: wedding announcements Compliments of BREWOOD Engravers and Stationers 611 Twelfth Street Washington, D. C. Business Stationery, Visiting and Business Cards, Crest and Coats of Arms Monogram Stationery COLUMBIA HOTEL SUPPLY COMPANY 158 PHONE FRANKLIN 485 RALPH P. COUNSELMAN ‘Beef, Lamb, Deal wy YYl 605 ' 606 CENTER MARKET Ninth Street Wing 159 ■ . .1 1 1 ii mm m i 1 MMi ■gUtfjtU-. IP. ! Sjgp [ Ik f iV Vv ■