Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1916 volume:

' w . : wwy W , -,:1:Mg.;au...a anww1 mg: Na Mg a'ua .M mums ' wk. x,.l , '5 a: .4953?! f X LXQJ'IF ankr l j. DC .001 b F-0d Minneajvolfs Publislled by the Students of tile NorthrqS Collegiate Selma, Thug Tailgr D1 woo. DC.- Dd One year has passed since Dr. Cyrus Northrop gave to the School the gift of his name, which brought with it a wide public interest and stimulated us to make our school worthy of the great man whose name it bears. To Dr. Northrop we now dedicate this, the 1916 Tatler, as a token of our high esteem and gratitude to him. 4L: , s 3 1; a 3 w. $ k? COLLEGHATIE MINNWOLXS WESOTA NQRTHROP J L $thnnl $11393 By Miss Carse NORTHROP Tune-Anna Lisle Northrop School once more we greet thee Standing firm and sure, Looking bravely to the future, May thy fame endure. Thou hast giv,n us noble visions, All that,s pure and just, All that's honest, true and lovely, Hold we in our trust. Ivied walls and stately turret, Standing there apart, Yet within the busy current Of the City,s heart. Tell thy meaning, tell thy watchword To the passing throng, Womanhood in all its beauty, Virt,ous, true and strong. MARCHING SONG Utalian Tune, about I674J Here come we, here come we, Still forward, still forward, Here come we, here come we, Still forward, still forward, A brave Northrop band Thou bidlst us go. So loyal and true Thou'lt show us the way Alma Mater to you, And help us for aye, As sisters united, thy service we,d do. Our homage forever to thee we would Here come we, here come we, pay. A loyal band. Still forward, still forward, Thou bid,st us go. We'd cherish forever, We'd cherish forever Thy precepts and lore. In life,s sunshine or shade Our hearts shall be staid, Thy friendships and teachings shall be our sure aid. We'd cherish forever Thy precepts and lore. Page 5 .SoExom .4 054 mum: An wowcmta muss women. mrihute tn CAlma water By Miss Elizabeth Carse lAlma Mater, seated, speaks to Knowl- edgeJ What suppliant is there? Know'st Thou, My Sister Knowledge? Bid her rise and come Ambitious fair, for none shall here'ap- proach And find no welcome, no response. Ambition tapproaching the studentl. Arise thou gentle maid, no longer fear, Our noble Alma Mater calls thee; She, who dost teach us all the way To light and life. She bids me lead thee to her. Yet, first greet thou Knowledge; She is a Being whom thy spirit oft Shall meet on visioned wanderings far a'loft In the clear golden prime of thy youthis awn. tKnowledge steps forward as Ambition leads herJ tKnowledge indicating Alma Materl Her sister, I, dwell ever by her side, But she hath others who her service love; They come anon with flowers, their tribute sweet. tShe points to Simplicity, Love and Loy- alty who approach with HowersJ Simplicity tpresents a white lilyl. Simple the gift I bring, its fragrance rare Is all its merit, yet from the flowers heart It breathes; and here I lay it at thy feet, Symbolic of all truth which needeth not Embellishment of color, pomp or show. Love lccmes forward with a red rosel. Here with the lily lay I clown my gift. For love hath ever held the Rose her flower, From out its crimson heart there glows all fervour, And it binds in beauty Hope and Faith. Loyalty tcarrying blue Irisl. As spreads the arch of heaven above. Blue with the far-olf mystery of space, And tints the peaceful waters with its. hue, Bidding Earth smile, life to renew, Thus here with Thee each heart takes on the glow, The warmth. the life that Thou dost give; As Thou to us, so give we all to Thee. lHere Loyalty lays down her HowerJ tSimrplicity now approaches Knowledge who presents the student to themJ Knowledge tspeaking to Simplicity, Love and Loyaltyl: Sisters, take this maiden to thy embrace. Teach her thy sacred lessons, Then to thy Mother lead her. for she shall mold The thought, the life aright. I do but serve her. tSimplicity. Love and Loyalty lead the student forward, singing as they gol : With new hope and aspiration We are turning now to Thee, To our noble Alma Mater; Pledge we here our loyalty. With the past that soft enfolds Thee, See the Future beckoning bright; We, the older sisters, greet Thee, Lead the younger to Thy light. Page 7 glj'amltg MISS ELIZABETH CARSE, Principal MISS EVA M. SMITH, Assistant Principal MRS. CAROLYN M. SMITH, Head of Residence MISS F LORA E. BALCH MISS MRS. MISS BEULAH BROWN MISS MISS EUNICE J. CLEVELAND MISS MLLE. MARIE GUINOTTE MARGARET BLOSSOM MARY M. BRACKETT F LORENCE M. BROADWELL BEATRICE EDDY MISS ELEANOR HADSELL MISS FRANCES HICKS Miss ELEANOR HOPPOCK MISS MISS Miss M155 M155 MISS MISS MISS MISS MISS MISS MARIAN LYNNE ISABELL A. MARZOLF ROSA NAUNDORF ELIZABETH OBRIEN ISABEL FITZ RANDOLPH JEAN RUSSELL G. ELSA SCHULZ JANE SEYMOUR FRANCES SMITH CHARLOTTE. M. TORRANCEt; E. LOUISE TUXBURY Page 9 - h A M OLLEGE President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Page IO Officers. MARJORIE CURTISS EDITH OLSON ELIZABETH NELSON . . . HELEN MILLER Maud Andrews Ada Cooper Margaret Hodge Lavinia Hariland Officers. President . . . . . ALICE FRANKFORTER Vice President . . . . . MARION PHILLIPS Secretary . . . . . . . MABEL CHURCH Treasurer . . . . . . . EDITH APPLEBY MIGHTY SENIORS. Edith Appleby ........................ 928 S. E. Fifth Streei Alice Best ......................... 1705 Emerson Avenue S. Katherine Barnard .......... Crystal Bay, Lake Minnetonka, Minn. Faith Brown .............................. Stillwater, Minn. Mabel Church ........................ 27 W. Fifteenth Street Eleanor Eastman ...................... 410 Groveland Avenue Ruth Ferrell ......................... 3005 James Avenue 5: Alice Frankforter ...................... 525 River Road 5. E. Helen Cilkey ........................ I916 Kenwood Parkway Faith Hall .......................... 2030 Queen Avenue 5. Jean Lamb ................................ Excelsior, Minn. Marian McDowell .................... 2429 Nicollet Avenue Grace Moody ........................ 2813 Irving Avenue S. Lois Nash. . . . ...................... 310 Groveland Avenue Marion Phillips .................... 1517 Mount Curve Avenue Beatrice Powers ..................... 1768 Bryant Avenue 5. Elizabeth Robinson .................... 2301 Pillsbury Avenue Viola Swenson ....................... 1720 Third Avenue 5. Margaret Turner .............. 2675 Lake of the Isles Boulevard Isabelle Van Cie-son ................ 1607 Mount Curve Avenue Mary Wilson ............................ St. Charles, Minn. Page i l EDITH APPLEBY KATHERINE BARNARD ALICE BEST FAITH BRONSON Page 12 MABEL CHURCH RUTH FERRELL ALICE FRANKFORTER HELEN CILKEY Page 13 FAITH HALL JEAN LAMB GRACE MOODY MARION MCDOWELL Page '4 Loxs NASH MARION PHILLIPS BEATRICE POWERS ELIZABETH ROBINSON Page 15 VIOLA SWENSON MARGARET TURNER ISABEL VAN GIESON MARY WILSON Page 16 r? w W ' N 339.; o 015151 of tharmtem in Eniegt$ nf Elgurning 13255112 Speaker of the Prologue ................................... Margaret Turner A Citizen ................................................. Faith Hall His Wife ................................................. Jean Lamb Ralph, his Apprentice ...................................... Faith Bronson Boys .................................. Margaret Turner and Viola Swenson Venturewell, a Merchant ................................ Marian McDowell Humphrey .......................................... Katherine Barnard Merrythought ........................................... Edith Appleby His Sons Jasper ........................................ Dolly POWers Michael .................................. Elizabeth Robinson A . I Tim .......................................... Lois Nash A pprentlces 1 George ................................... Marjorie Curtiss Host .............................................. Isabelle Van Gieson Tapster ................................................ Grace Moody Barber ................................................. Mary Wilson Sergeant ............................................... Grace Moody William Hammerton .......................................... Lois Nash George Greengoose ................................ t ...... Marjorie Curtiss Luce, daughter of Venturewell .................................. Alice Best Mistress Merrythought ................................... Alice Frankfurter Pompiona, daughter of King of Moldavia ........................ Mabel Church Page I7 1 .Flltn O$cers. President . . . . . . MIRIAM MCHUGH V ice President . . . . . MARGARET SIMPSON Secretary and Treasurer .' . . F LORENCE CHAFFEE Ballard, Lucille ..................... 2124 Dupont Avenue S. Bardwell, Margaret ................... 3321 Second Avenue S. Chaffee, Florence .................... 1787 Dupont Avenue S. Dickey, Corinne ..................... 1812 Dupont Avenue S. Drennen, Helen ....................... 2323 Irving Avenue S. Friedman, Frances .................... 1941 James Avenue S. Hubbard, Dorothy .................... 1775 Girard Avenue S. Jacobson, Katherine ........................ Alexandria, Minn. Lindley, Alice ...................... 1920 Stevens Avenue S. Lindley, Charlotte .................... 1920 Stevens Avenue S. McFee, Sue ................................ Seattle, Wash. McHugh, Miriam ...................... 428 Croveland Avenue McLane, Helen .................... 2115 Humboldt Avenue S. Massie, Ruth ........................ 2540 Bryant Avenue S. Roach, Mary ........................ 1924 Irving Avenue S. Schibsby, Edith ....................... 2107 Pleasaanvenue Sellers, Jeanette ....................... 3035 Portland Avenue Selover, Beatrice ...................... 1770 Knox Avenue 5. Simpson, Ruth ........................ 2524 Pillsbury Avenue Simpson, Margaret .................... 1904 Irving Avenue S. Smith, CeneviEve ...................... 2541 Third Avenue 5. Todd, Margaret ....................... 411 Groveland Avenue Towle, Helen ......................... 2000 Blaisdell Avenue Page 18 Euniut iganhehille After a good deal of rearranging, the Junior vaudeville was given on the twenty-Iift'h of March, in the gymnasium with both afternoon and evening per- formances. The hrst thing on the program was a prologue, written by Florence Chaffee, and spoken by Ruth Massie. Act I was a skit laid in a students room at school, showing the trials under- gone by the Juniors at rehearsals. Mar- garet Simpson composed the music and Florence Chaffee wrote the lines. The entire class took part in this act. The next act was a song and dance review by Frances Friedman and Gene- vieve Smith, part of the time dressed in quaint old-fashioned costumes with curls down their backs, and the remainder of the time in Peter Thompson sailor suits. Corinne Dickey and Edith Schibsby acted as their partners. Act III was Arnold Bennett's The Playgoers. The cast of characters was as follows: Mrs. Norma Dorrington tyoung bridei ................ Margaret Todd Mr. Ernest Dorrington tyoung hus- ba ncD ........... Edith Schibsby Beachcroft Uadys maicD ........ .............. Dorothy Hubbard Mrs. Hackett tcooki ..... Mary Roach ' Evelyn tkitchen maicD ........... .............. Katherine Jacobson Trinder tuseful m'aicD . .Helen McLane Worringham tanother servanU ..... ................. Jeanette Sellers Cale told mani ....... Ruth Simpson- The play went off very satisfactorily. Act IV was an attractive Pierrot and Pierrette dance, by Miriam McHugh and Helen Drennen. Act V, a piano and xylophone mu- sical act, found Margaret Bardwell at the piano and Corinne Dickey at the xylo- phone. Before the curtain was drawn upon this act, the entire audience was carried away by the sway of the music. Act VI was the last act, but not the least. It was an allegorical tableau presented with poetical tlines written by Miss Carse. The parts were imperson- ated as fo'llows: Alma Mater ........... Ruth Massie Knowledge ........... Ruth Simpson Ambition ..... ' ..... Florence Chaffee ove .............. Genevieve Smith Purity ............. Margaret Todd Student ........... Miriam McHugh The audience, both afternoon and evening was very responsive. Altogether the vaudeville was a great success. Page 19 Officers. President . . . . . . ANNETTE BARDWELL Vice President . . . . . DOROTHY BROWN Treasurer . . . . . . . MILDRED SHAW Secretary . . . . . . . . MARY NASH Abbott, Elizabeth ........................ 221 Clifton Avenue Baltuff, Margaret ....................... 3233 Harriet Avenue Bardwell, Annette .................... 3321 Second Avenue S. Brown, Dorothy ...................... 1729 James Avenue S. Carroll, Helen ........................ 2501 Pillsbury Avenue Condy, Blanche ..................... 1821 Emerson Avenue S. Crosby, Margaret ....................... 2104 Stevens Avenue Hull, Ruth ........................... 21 Croveland Terrace Jordan, Mary ............................. 1917 Vine Place Lewis, Dorliska ....................... 2845 Irving Avenue 5. Light, Rowene ...................... 1813 Dupont Avenue 5. Love, Margaret ............................ Wayzata, Minn. Nash, Mary .......................... 310 Groveland Avenue Newton, Lois ..................... 108 E. Twenty-fourth Street Parmele, Marion ..................... 2133 Kenwood Parkway Patterson, Joyce ............................... Plaza Hotel Shaw, Helen ......................... 2036 Queen Avenue 5. Shaw, Mildred ....................... 2036 Queen Avenue S. Spafford, Florence .................... 1807 Colfax Avenue S. Smith, Gertrude. , ..................... 2541 Third Avenue S. Tod, Beulah ............................. Hotel Leamingtoh Waite, Elizabeth ..................... 1325 Mt. Curve Avenue Wells, Mary ............................ 2119 Park Avenue. Zonne, Constance ...................... 910 Mt. Curve Avenue Page 21 fut CAppraiatimt May that splendid quintet of Sophomores and one Freshman, who have always, throughout the year, been right there at llz30 and at l2:l5, feel assured of the deep appreciation of their friends: the Faculty. l9l8. tTune: Eaton Boating SongJ There is a class in Northrop Whose praises we would sing; We honor all her precepts, Her banner high we fling; This Class of I918, Welll love her one and all; Let us cheer for 1918 Of dear old Northrop Hall. w-E. M. S. Page 22 O$cers. President . . . . . ALICE WHEELWRIGHT V ice President . . . . . . EVELYN SEARLE Secretary and Treasurer . . . VIRGINIA HOOD Anderson, Jean ........................ Medicine Lake, Minn. Bisbee. Helen ................. 2774 Lake of the Isles Boulevard Blake, Helen ......................... 2200 Irving Avenue S. Browning, Helen ...................... I91 I Girard Avenue 5. Crangle, Carlene ............................ Winona, Minn. Dalrymple, Katherine .................... 21 10 First Avenue S. Heegaard, Lois .................... I924 Humboldt Avenue S. Hood, Virginia .......................... 1719 Park Avenue Frankforter, Elizabeth .................. 525 River Road 5. E. , Lighthall, Margaret ......................... Northrop School . Mathews, Alice ................... 2505 W. Twenty-fxrst Street Lucas, Ruth ................................ Winona, Minn. Partridge, Georgianna .................... I Groveland Terrace Pflaum, Ruth ........................ I924 James Avenue S. Purdy, Florence ............... 2706 Lake of the Isles Boulevard Robertson, Katherine .................. 1824 Dupont Avenue S. Schneider, Tressa ................... 2416 Humboldt Avenue S. Searle, Evelyn ........................ I781 Logan Avenue S. Smith, Fern ............................... Princeton, Minn. Smith, Grace ........................... 2016 Grand Avenue Wheelwright, Alice ........................ Minnetonka Beach Zonne, Rosemary ...................... 910 Mt. Curve Avenue Page 23 mp glfmghmmt $Iphah2t tBy the Classj A is A. Wheelwright, whom no scolding can wither; She always will laugh, and the world will laugh with her. B is for Betty, our basketball jumper; The other side,s plays never can stump her. C is for Collie, the girl who in French Doth work like the soldier who Fights in a trench. D is for Dalrymple, a studious soul; Her name you will find on the Honor Roll. E is for Evelyn; our forward is she, Who makes many baskets, yet is calm as can be. Page 24 min gfl'rezhman Ciltlltthahet ' tContinucdl F is for Fern, our sideecenter small, But she beats all the team at good basketball. G is for Georgie, who sings like a bird; Her last name's one, too, for it,s Partridge, I,ve heard. H is for Helens-they,re triplets, you see-- Helen Blake, Helen Browning, and Helen Bisbee. Iis inspiration, a Freshmank great need; We really must have it if we wish to succeed. J is for Jean, our champidn rider; We all feel quite proud if we sit beside her. K is for Katherine, otherwise Teeter; So careful is she that no one could be neater. L is for Lois, luminous and light, A rose in our garden that gives us delight. M is for Mathews, an Algebra star; The mark in her tests is way above par. N is for Northrop, a name we adore; The Freshmen all love it, each day more and more. iiO say, can you see by the dawn,s early light. Our glorious colors, the purple and white? P is for Purely, an ambitious young girl; When she stands to recite we are all in a whirl. R is for Ruth, of whom there are two; If they were not here, 0 what should we do? S is for Smith; her last name is Grace, She came from West High to a much nicer place. T is for Tressa, the happy and gay, Who looks frank and cheerful the livelong clay. U is for Us, the whole Freshman class. We want to be Sophomores. May we all pass. V's for Virginia, to whom we must pay Our dues every month on the very first day. W is for Wavarley, which all Freshmen but one Are taking: thatls M. Lighthall, who is missing much fun. X and Y, as you see, are left all alone; To us as in algebra they are unknown. Z is for Zonne; though last in the list, She's first in her lessons the teachers insist. Page 25- IUNlang scannLL Page 26 EIGHTH GRADE. O$cers. President . . . . . . EUGENIE CROSBY V ice President . . . . . . . RUTH BOVEY Secretary . . . . . . MARGARET DEWEY Treasurer . . . . . .KATHARINE SEARLE Andrews, Margery ........................ Winnipeg, Canada Bovey, Ruth ........................... 1512 Harmon Place Carnahan, Elizabeth .................... 2200 Pleasant Avenue Crosby, Eugenie .......................... 2120 Park Avenue Couper. Eleanor ...................... 1819 Mt. Curve Avenue Dewey, Margaret ...................... 500 Groveland Avenue Douglass, Elizabeth ....................... 2424 Park Avenue Howard, Elizabeth .................... 1674 Hennepin Avenue Howard, Margaret .................... 1674 Hennepin Avenue. Huntington, Mary ..................... 2801 Irving Avenue 5. Jordan, Katherine .......................... 1917 Vine Place McRae. Blanche ....................... 2005 Blaisdell Avenue McVey, Virginia ........................ Grand Forks, N. D. Mathews, Sarah .................. 2505 W. Twenty-flrst Street McHugh, Jean ........................ 428 Groveland Avenue Searle, Katherine ........... . .......... 1781 Logan Avenue S. Schureman, Janet ....... ' ................ 1780 Lyndale Avenue Thomas, Lorraine ..................... 2207 Hennepin Avenue Mann, Dorothy ............ 5 ........... 1801 Logan Avenue S. SEVENTH GRADE Chadbourn, Ruth ................... 1912 Humboldt Avenue S. Melone, Theodora ..................... 2410 Pleasant Avenue Metcalf, Virginia ..................... 4029 Lyndale Avenue S. Schermerhorn, Ruth ............................. Viner Court SIXTH GRADE. O$cer5. President . . . . ELEANOR BLAKELY V ice President . . . . . . MARION COUPER Secretary . . . . . . . . JANE FOOT Treasurer . . . . . . . LUCILE MCRAE Andrews, Mary ...................... 21 17 Second Avenue S. Bakely, Eleanor ....................... 2200 Pillsbury Avenue Couper, Eleanor ..................... 1819 Mt. Curve Avenue Darlington, Jane .......................... 607 Forest Avenue Foote, Jane .......................... 1768 Colfax Avenue S. Hartzell, Mary ....................... 2508 Pillsbury Avenue Heffelfmger, Mary ...................... 2200 First Avenue S. Heffelfinger, Nancy .................... 1828 Third Avenue 3. Law, Betty ......................... 2310 Stevens Avenue S. Melone, Elizabeth ...................... 2410 Pleasant Avenue McRae, Lucille ....................... 2005 Blaisdell Avenue Van Tilburg, Margaret ................. 2504 Third Avenue S. Velie. Josephine ......................... 225 .Clifton Avenue FIFTH GRADE Capron, Virginia ............................. Hotel Nicollet Christy, Margaret ..................... 2400 Girard Avenue S. Crosby, Caroline ........................ 2104 Stevens Avenue Crosby, Olive ............................ 2120 Park Avenue Dickinson, Margaret ...................... 24 W. Grant Street Douglas, Eleanor ......................... 2424 Park Avenue McRae, Margaret ...................... 2005 Blaisdell Avenue McVey, Janet .......................... Grand Forks, N. D. Velie, Grace ............................ 225 Clifton Avenue Welles, Kate ......................... 201 I Pillsbury Avenue Winton, Lucy ........................ 1784 Duyiont Avenue S. F OURTH GRADE Cook, Eleanor ......................... 1913 Stevens Avenue Crosby, Carolyn C ........................ 2120 ParkAvenue Frankforter, Eleanor .................... 525 River Road S. E. Fullerton, Mabel ........................... 1920 Vine Place H'odgman, Adele .................. 15 W. Twentyiourth Street Hepburn, Jane .......................... 1407 Harmon Place Jordan, Margaret .......................... 1917 Vine Place Newton, Joy ................. . . .108 E. Twentyiourth Street McClin'tock, Margaret .................... 1718 Clinton Avenue Pomeroy, Marjorie ....................... 127 Clifton Avenue Warnock, June .......................... 26 W. Grant Street THIRD GRADE Allstrum, Marjorie ..................... 2503 Blaisdell Avenue Blakely, Bertha ....................... 2200 Pillsbury Avenue Lawrence, Helen ...................... 3140 James Avenue S. O'Brien, Carnett ...................... 3308 Portland Avenue SECOND GRADE Daniels, Georgianna ....................... 1729 Park Avenue Heffelfmger, Jane ....................... 2200 First Avenue S. Ireys, Nell ........................... 401 Groveland Avenue Spratt, Catherine ......................... 209 Clifton Avenue Weinke, M'ariopx. ............................... Hotel West Nash, Alice. . .11 ....................... 310 Groveland Avenue 1 F 'IRST GRADE Eaton, Mary. . .1 ..................... 2718 Pillsbury Avenue Jewett, Betty. . . 1 .......................... 1 16 Oak Grove Law, Mary Ayn, ....................... 2310 Stevens Avenue Hussey, Arthur, ....................... 2121 Third Avenue S. McCaull,Carolf1 ........................ 2750 Park Avenue Ogden, Lucille ..................... 304 E. Forty- eighth Street Rydell, John ......................... 1700 Third Avenue 5. Savage, Jean ......... Twenty-sixth and Lake of the Isles Boulevard Spratt, Margaret ......................... 209 Clifton Avenue KINDERGARTEN Briggs, Margaret.. ,1. .................. Hotel Maryland Hussey, Ruth. . f 5' S ............. 2121 Third Avenue S. P1unkett,Betty Ann ................... 1801 Second Avenue S. Savage, Joh 11. ..Twenty- sixth and Lake of the Isles Boulevard Velie, Kate. . . I' ......................... 225 Clifton Avenue Page 31 Page 32 imp Ember Egnarh Editor-in-Chief . . . . . . . . . . JEAN LAMB Business Manager . . . . . . KATHERINE BARNARD Assistant Editor . . . . . . . . MIRIAM MCHUGH Literary Editor . . . . . . . . . . FAITH HALL Athletic Editor . . . . . . . . MARJORIE CURTIss Gllaga ikepreaentatiheg junior C lass CHARLOTTE LINDLEY Sophomore Class . . . . . . . . . . MARY NASH Freshman Class . . . . . . GEORGIANNA PARTRIDGE Eighth Grade . . . . . . . . BLANCHE MCRAE Seventh Grade . . . . . . . . JOSEPHINE VELIE Sixth Grade . . . . . . . . RUTH SCHERMERHORN Fifth Grade . . . . . . . . . VIRGINIA CAPRON ghhignrg Egnarh MISS EUNICE J. CLEVELAND MISS EVA M. SMITH It was the hour when sleep reigns over all the land. The tents of the mighty Greeks lay spectre-like in the quiet of the night. Agamemnon, king of men, Odysseus, and Nelian Nestor set out to call to council the brave Achian kings. They came to Diomed, and Nestor touched him with his foot, recalling him 'thus from slumber. Oh, Tydeus, he cried, uarise, for now the hour has come when victory or defeat are both possible to our dear countrymen. Tydeus, roused from sleep, made answer to him with winged words. uWinged words, words that once uttered are ours no more, but belong to all those who hear them, and often are so repeated that they become the property of people we do not even know. We judge people by their words. Will not others do the same with ours? No one more than the editor realizes that these articles can not meet highest stand- ards of criticism. But we believe that they will show to the general public our school activities, the spirit and the purpose of the girls themselves, and the fact that with each publication, we are trying, at least, to give our paper greater literary value. We take this opportunity to thank each member of the hard-worked boarcl, our faithful advisory board for their kind assistance and ever helpful suggestions, the contrib- utors, writers and artists alike, and the many others who have made this year,s Tatler a possibility. May we add that the board will hold itself responsible for the explanation of all deep and hidden jokes? We hope that'those older sisters of ours, and in fact all of the readers of the annual, may find that it has come up to their highest expectation; and that the boards of the two preceding years may look with pleasure upon this. the first Tatler of Northrop School. Last September, when we entered upon another year of work, we came back to the old familiar surroundings, and found them bearing a new name. We had the same old frame for our school, but the spirit was new for the most part. We had no school songs. We did not know which of the old traditions, dear to our hearts, were to remain. We were pleased when we found that most of the customs were to become school institutions. Then came many opportunities by which we might quicken our school spirit; often tests arose to prove our loyalty and unselfishness. For the greater part each girl has proved that she possesses the ability to work in a group with but a single motive-to strengthen the respect of her class and her school. The wearing of school uniforms is really the outward manifestation of school spirit. It shows that we are able to lose our individual identity, in clothes at least, for the greater unity of Northrop. It could not be expected that this system of uniform could be insti- tuted without some opposition on the part of a few girls. They were, however, in the minority, and majority rules. Walking clown the corridor one now quite customarily hears a group of girls singing: HNorthrop School, once more we greet thee, Standing lirm and sure, Looking bravely to the future, May thy fame endure. That alone answers the question. Next fall, when we enter our new building, we shall look back, it is true, With pleasure to the memories of the old school and upon the fellowship of the crowded cloakiroom and the gentle patter of the melting snow as it oozes through the roof and drops with rhythmic splash into a pan below. Because among the inconveniences of these old buildings we have formed the nucleus for an unselfish, strong school spirit; it will be only natural, we believe, that that spirit in its new environ- ment will become a flourishing and powerful help in 'the life of the individual as well as the life of Northrop School. Page 33 I. Bravely we face our faults, 11. But please speak kindly of us behind our backs. THE WHITE FEATHER. When it was first known that Louise was going to marry Donald McDonald, her friends were utterly astounded. She was a splendid sort of woman, with a keen sense of humor and an even keener sense of honor. All her circle had pri- vately destined her for a good-looking young army officer, to whom, it was agreed, she was excellently suited. As for Donald, he was a second rate fel- low, a born cotillion leader, a splendid horseman, and as lazy and s'hiftless as the clay is long. Nobody saw how Louise could possibly be happy with such a man; but if she wasn,t, nobody ever knew it. Only her closest friends noticed that she was becoming a little bitter, a little too intensely absorbed in outside interests to be wholly natural. And then came the war. It burst upon that Middle Western Canadian town in a Hood tide of eager patriotism that was engulfing all of Canada. The most ordinary bores were suddenly transformed by the Midas-touch of a kahki uniform into heroes going to fight somewhere in France. Nothing seemed to matter now except that everyone was sending sons and brothers, husbands and fathers to the front. Louise thrilled to the alarm like the soldiers daughter that she was. In the first Hush of her enthusiasm her only regret was that she had but one man to give. UIs Donald going? a woman whose four sons had joined the first contingent had asked. uOh, why of course! Louise had an- swered. The idea of his not going never occurred to her. Any decent, self-re- specting man would go, and at least he was decent and self-respecting. But the weeks slid into months, the first awful winter was ripening into spring, and Can- ada,s pitiful wounded were returning by the hundred. Yet still he stayed on, sublimely indifferent to the stirring appeal of a nation in arms. uDo you remember Armstrong, the chap you liked so much before the war? he asked her one day. Well, he,s come back, poor Chap, one leg gone, and quite blind.H Blind! WhyeOih, Don, if I were man Pd be so ashamedll, You, you mean- he gasped. HI mean that you must enlist. iiIFs well enough for you Women to talk, but enlisting doesn,t mean dying for your country; it means digging ditches and working like a common laborer. 71f 3. real need comes, of course, Iill go. . uButahow do you know that the need hasn't come? It has! England needs her men, and you donit answer her call. I am ashamed to see these women who have sent their husbands, and their sons, whose very Weeds are a badge of honor.,, Donald looked at her in frank amaze- ment. This business is going to your head? he remarked. HYou,re quite hys- terical. Iim going down to the golf club this afternoon.- Want to come along? But instead of answering him, she left the room, a bit unsteadily. She wasn't the sort of woman who cried. That night there was a big mass-meet- ing in one of the public buildings where men and women spoke on the great ques- tion of the day, Enlistment. Donald went at Louiseis request, smiling a little patron- izingly at her fierce enthusiasm. Through 93 Page 35 the crowd a tense, eager-eyed girl in a shabby dress was hurrying, now stopping to speak, now scornfully pinning an em- blem on a man,s coat. From where Louise was sitting she could see it was a white feather. She looked for a moment, not comprehending, and then the full sig- nihcance of the act dawned upon her. The man had turned crimson and then pale with shame, but he stood as though on a pillory, not daring to remove the in- sulting little emblem. The girl with the eager, scornful face was coming nearer. Louise felt herself grow cold with shame and fear. Suddenly she heard a woman,s voice from the platform. iiIt is the women- the wives and mothersewho can do the most to help or hinder the enlistment. The woman who does not Bravely do her ut- most to send her men torhelp England in her need, is as shameful as the quitter who stays at home willingly; as much deserving of that proud emblem, the white feather. White and shaken, Louise looked up. The girl was standing not three feet away. Her impudent eyes were moving eagerly over the audience, searching for another victim. A gloved hand touched her arm, and turning, she found herself looking into a face curiously tense and pale. Will you please give me one? The voice was very low. Whatewhat? stammered the girl. The feather,H said Louise quietly. For a moment the girl stared at her in genuine amazement, and then pulled from the pocket of her shabby Norfolk the little badge, and laid it in the gloved hand. Its my last one, she remarked; I was looking for a case that was bad enough to spend my last one on. And I guess you've got it,,i she added, looking across to Donald, who was chatting eager- ly with his neighbor, blandly unconscious of all that was going on. uYes, I rather think 50:, said Louise quietly. For a second she held the thing square- ly, then she leaned quickly forward, as though she were afraid that her courage would ebb if she waited, and pinned it on her husband's coat. Page 36 uVV'hat the dee? he began irritably, and then he saw. He turned crimson. just as the other man had done, but, like him, he did not attempt to remove the hateful little bit of Huff. Louise was white and half shivering with a bitter sense of shame which was somehow cleaner and more bracing than the qualms of conscience that she had felt before. Even she at last had done her little bit. On the long drive home Don sat huddled and silent in the drivers seat of their car, his face grim and pale in the Hickering glare of the arc lamps. He entered the house in silence, and when Louise, after a night of wakefulness, fell asleep about sunrise, she vaguely heard him moving to and fro. It was evening before he returned, dusty, tired and a little com- placent. iiI shall soon begin living at barracks, he remarked. Verve enlisted. For a second Louise looked at him in frank surprise. He was a man after all, an English- man, and not a quitter. He had earned his right, already, not to wear the white leather. Then she cried, the tears that Would not come before. His regiment left unusually soon after his enlistment-eregiments all leave soon- er nowaand Louise was among the throng of fiercely plucky women crowd- ing down at the station to bid their men farewell. She felt the anguish of de- parture, just as did the hundreds of other women, but in her heart of hearts was only the happy exultation that he was a man. The terrible loneliness, the long Weeks of waiting, seemed to fade in the glory of the sacrifice she was making for England and for the right cause. As she watched the train pull out amid the waving of flags and the soul thrilling strains of God Save the King? cheer- fully intermingled with bag-pipes-for a Highland Regiment was leaving the same clay--and as she saw her husbanchs face fade into the distance, and saw the brave smiles die out of the anguished faces of the women she found herself weeping, but as much from pride as grief. Her time of waiting was mercifully brief. Two weeks after her husband had actually left England for uthe front a message came to her, that awful thing that the women await hourly, saying that Donald McDonald had died iiSOme- where in France? died like a gentleman, for England, to save another man,s life. Louise listened to the news in stony si- lence, and then suddenly turned upon its bearers in a flame of passion. uDon,t pity me, she cried, for I was never happier and prouder in my life than I am today. We have made the great sacrifice, he and I, and he has proved himself a man, and an Englishman. You think it is we women who have lost our luisbands in defense of the nation who are to be pitiecl. Keep your pity for the women who suffer the daily torture of seeing that their men are cowards and quitters. We wear the proudest garb of the English- woman tod'ayethe weeds of mourning? A. F., ll6. uDOWN THE RIVER. Quibbert was a little French peasant who lived in a small village situated on the River Seine. There was no town of any size near, but Paris was just fifty miles down the river. To the peasants, Paris was a paradise of which people spoke with awe, and the children believedti it to be a very fairyland. So our little peasant lad was looking forward to the dream of his life, to the trip clown the river to Paris. Quibberfs parents were better off than most of the peasants around, and his small earnings were not needed to help fill the family purse. The boys worked with but one aim in life, to get money enough to go some day to Paris. In a hut near the field where Quibbert helped with the flax an old Woodman lived. He was too feeble to do much work, so at the noon hour Quibbert often helped him, and during the hours he was with the old man, heard a great many legends and fairy tales associated with that part of France. One day the old man told Quibbert of his secret hope. When he was young. all his friends had planned a trip to Paris, but as he was very poor then, he was un- able to go. It was a bitter disappointment to him, but he resolved to earn money enough to fulfill his hope. Now, at last he had the desired amount. He gave it to- Quibbert, and the boy promised to re turn the next day with a ticket for Paris. Never before had Quibbert seen his friend so happy; the faded blue eyes had a strange fire in them and the long white hair, like a halo, framed a face which expressed an intense joy. Many times Quibbert turned and waved a happy good- bye to the solitary figure in the doorway, and not until the form was lost from sight did he hasten his footsteps toward his home. The next day Quibbert was up early. He bought the ticket, and hurried away to help the woodman make his prepara- tion for the trip. When he reached the cabin he saw the old man sitting on a bench against a tree gazing, it would seem, far beyond the rolling hills and fields. His pipe had fallen to the ground, and the breeze was ruffling his white locks. Quib- bert crept up behind him, and threw his strong young arms about the rugged shoul- ders; but there was no response. for the soul had gone where the eyes, that now truly saw, were lookingedown the river. M. McD., tl6. MESA ENCANTADA uWhy, 0 mother, do our braves fear the Apaches? the beautiful Twinkling Star asked of her aged mother. They were seated in front of an adobe hut, and were shaping the huge earthern bowls which they Would later use to hold their small portion of water or the grain brought up from lowlands. Little, my child, do you know of the cruel Apaches. Long before our people came to live in this land that the Rain God does not love, they lived in the country far to the southward. In that south land there was no famine, no drought. Kindly and well our tribes ruled all of. the neighboring nations. There was no war. All were our broth- ers. Only the Warlike Apaches shaped the battle-ax and prayed to the War Cod. One day they attacked our people. For many moons we struggled, but the Apaches had not practiced in vain; we were conquered. Late one night all that remained of our tribe started on a long journey in search of a new home that Page 37 the Apaches could not find. After many days in the great desert our braves saw this high Mesa; happy, indeed. were they to find it. for here they knew they would be safe from their enemy. The old woman laicl aside her work, stood up, and motioned her daughter to follow her. Twinkling Star was very beautiful to see, standing tall and grace- ful, her glossy black hair hanging unre- strained over her shoulders. Her dress was of skin whitened by long exposure to the sun and richly decorated with shells; on her arms she wore many bracelets of shells. Surely. she was the daughter of a chief. Soon they had reached the edge of the cliff, and stood looking down a very steep and narrow path that descended to the lowland. uAnd until yesterday, said the old woman, half mournfully and half angrily, that path, the only approach to our Mesa, was unknown to a single Apache. But why should our people seek to torture him who yesterday came to our village? Twinkling Star asked of her mother. HHe came alone, unarmed, and bearing a message of peace. Never was there an Apache that did not plot ruin for our people. He watched our men descending to the fields, and when the women alone were left he came up to the village. The Apaches have found our path; even here they shall pur- sue us. The old woman walked away, and soon entered her one-room hut. Twinkling Star stood gazing over the panorama spread out before her. But she dicl not see the men working in the Fields far below, nor the women who were seated in groups talking about the 'great event which had happened. and speaking with interest of the torture that they should behold that evening. She saw only the stranger, who had come into the Mesa alone and unbidclen; and she thought with a shudder of the horrible torture that he was to suffer ere sunrise. Toward nightfall Twinkling Star en- tered the small hut adjoining that of her fathers where the Apache had been placed after his appearance in the village. For although he had made perfectly plain to them that he had come bearing a Page 38 message of peace, he had been seized. bound, and placed under guard. In her hand Twinkling Star carried food for the prisoner and his guard, The Wolf. who aspired to become chief of his people. During the day The Wolf had amused himself by taunting his charge and telling him the smallest details that concerned his torture; but the Apache sat unmoved. his eyes lixed straight ahead of him. As Twinkling Star handed her burden to The Wolf. she looked pityingly at the captive, and trembling, rushed from the room when the guard continued his taunting. There was great excitement throughout the Mesa, for the men had come home from the field's; soon they would enjoy an infrequent pleasure. The women and children were busy gathering the material Afor the torture; the warriors were sitting in solemn council. Then the chief entered the hut, and spoke to the prisoner: Tell me the plot of the treacherous Apaches.n HThe Apaches plot nothing against you, 0 Chief; I came only to establish peace between nations. uBut tell us the plan of your people. and you shall be saved the torture pre pared you. There was no answer. All attempts of the chief to make his prisoner tell him of the plot which must exist were quite in vain. The torture should be carried out in its most cruel form. Already the flames from the lire rose high toward the heavens. The women were seated around it. still talking with glee of the evening's sport. It was time for the men to dress for the ceremonies. Twinkling Star saw The Wolf walk forth from the hut. The longed-for moment had come. Unseen amid the shadows, she slipped along noiselessly toward the captive. Tell me the truth, brave Apache. she said, and I will save you. An Apache speaks naught but the truth,n he answered. In her hand she carried a rude knife, with which she cut the thongs that bound him. He stood up, free at last. Here, she said, handing him a par- cel, iihere is food for a few days. 0 flee! You must run, for our braves will pursue you. Farewell. Farewell, he replied as he rushed from the door. Twinkling Star stooped and gathered the thongs into a little heap 1n a corner. What would her tribe do when they found that the captive had escaped? Would they still demand a torture? She trembled with fear, for already someone approached. uWhat will become of you, fair stranger? What will your tribe demand of you? It was the stranger who spoke. uCome, flee with me to my people. Flee before it is too late; already the flames mount high toward the stars; she had thought only for him. He made answer, HI shall not run from my torture unless you also come with me. If our chief find us here both of us will be sacrificed. I pray you go. uBut you must Hee with me. In my country far to the southward you shall rule over my people with me. Come, fairer than the stars of heaven. He took her hand firmly in his own, and led her out of the hut. They went quietly to the edge of the cliff, and started clown unobserved by the tribe. They had hardly reached the lowlands, when a horrible cry arose from the Mesa. They ran on swifter than ever. Soon they heard the braves rushing down the path in hot pursuit. The Apache stopped. I will give the war cry of my people; you must help me. Soon the war cry arose from below. The braves stopped; there had been a plot. They all rushecl back to the Mesa, and sent down clouds of arrows and rocks from their stronghold, while the refugees rushed farther and farther on. stopping nowlancl then to give the war cry, until they knew there was no longer danger of pursuit. As soon as the light of dawn showed to the Mesa tribe that no foe lurked be- low them, runners were sent to find the doubly hated captive; but there are many paths on the desert. After a clay of search the Indians came back to their chief, thwarted and empty-handecl. There was great joy among the mem- bers of the Apache tribe, when three or four days later their chief returned. ac- companied by a fair stranger, his mission unaccomplished but he, at least, safe to rule over his tribe. In the long evenings as his people sat around the roaring fire. the chief never tired of telling of his marvelous adventure and especially of the courage and spirit of his HStar.n Many years later an Indian woman might have been seen, leading a small boy across the hot sand of the desert. It was not a rapid journey, for often the little one stopped to rest, and often he ran far out of their course to scrutinize something that had attracted his attention. iiFar in the distance is the Mesa where I lived with my mother when I was a child ; the mother spoke with quicken- ing breath. Come. son. let us hurry; we must reach the Mesa before the sun goes to his rest. , They hurried on and drew so close that they could distinguish the huts upon its summit. Why, mother, the child asked, uare there no people moving about and ready to welcome us? uThey are all within to keep from the heat of the Sun God. A puzzlecl look came over her face. however. when she noticed that the buffalo grass near the path was growing un- molested. They had gone half way up the path; the woman stopped abruptly, for a rent in the mighty rock formation had made it impossible to ascend further. She called; there was. no answer from above. Where were her people now? Slowly she turned. They started on their homeward journey; her mission also had been unaccomplished; a second attempt to establish peace between nations had failed. All this happened long before the ad- vent of the White Gods to the Great South country; but when they came marching over the same deserts, they. too. heard this tale of the Mesa Encantacla, some with scorn and laughter, some with wonder. Every attempt to climb the cliffs proved useless, until one of these White Gods climbed the steep sides by aid of the white man's equipment. He Page 39 found only some broken pieces of pottery and a shell bracelet. Was it a bit of the bowl Twinkling Star was working on the last day she spent on the Mesa? Was it a bracelet she lost the night she fled from her people? J. L, ,16. THE SONG OF THE MADONNA The hot, scorching sun was beating down upon the little village. The vines which covered the low, white cottages were withering under the fearful heat; even the little fountain in the middle of the piazza was dry and covered with dust. There was no one to see the hurry- ing figure of a little black-haired, dark- eyed girl, who came slipping along under the shadow of the deserted market awn- ing, and crossing the piazza, entered the little church of S. Maria delle Grazie. For a moment or two she hesitated, while her eyes grew accustomed to the dark ness of the cool interior; then crossing to an image of the Blessed Virgin, before which burned a tallow candle in a low glass, she knelt and bowed her head upon her hands. For several moments the sound of her footsteps echoed through the church; then as the sound died away she began in a low murmur, Oh, Mother of God, I be- seech thee to grant me forgiveness, pardon my vanity, pray before the Throne of Grace that I may be forgiven my sinful pride, and that I may again be blessed with the power to gladclen with my music the hearts of all those who listen. The sun had gone down behind the mountains, and a little breeze was blow- ing in from the bay. On the balconies and in the narrow streets people began to appear, and everywhere pleasant odors told of suppers in preparation. On the church steps two little boys stood panting from their recent tussle, and hurling de- fiance at each other while they rested. Image of a frog, shrieked one, uI will make thee hop presently. uThou liest, pig, and thou shalt squeal for mercy before I have done, gasped the other. Thou--- suddenly he paused as he caught sight of the girl who was coming slowly down the church steps. Page 40 HAh, Gina, you will have need of all your prayers if you do not hasten. Ricco is home with a hunger like wild clogs, and Mama Paulina is as angry with you as-as I am with this lying brother of 'an ape! Ah, who squeals now-peacock? and with a rush the battle was renewed. With a shrug Gina hurried home, but as she reached the door she stopped short at the sound of a sweet, clear soprano voice singing, Per mille fonti, credo, e pin si bagna.H Burying her face in her hands, she stood motionless, then with a backward glance entered the house and quietly began the preparation of the de- layed supper. In order to celebrate her brothers un- expected presence, Gina set the cold meats and red wine on a table in the garden placed between the two fruit trees, the pride and joy of Mama Paulina. There they all sat and discussed the clay,s happenings, while one by one the stars came out and the sound of voices calling back and forth died away. Still they lingered in the garden till Ricco ordered sleepily, iiSing, Gina? uNo, no, I am too weary in mind and body, said Gina, quickly; iilet Mama Paulina sing. With a pleased little smile Mama Pauline began in her high, sweet voice, but soon it wavered, and with a sigh she stopped. I am growing old, too old to sing; I shall not sing in the church at the Easter mass, but Gina will take my place just as I once took Nonn'a Mina,s place. She drifted off into proud memories of their unbroken line of sweet singers. For more centuries than she could remember the honor of singing at the Easter mass had been passed down from mother to daughter, and so it was likely to con- tinue forever and ever, thought Mama Paulina. But Gina doubted. She had prayed to the Blessed Mother to forgive her sinful vanity and pride in her accom- plishment, and to give back her former voice; but the Blessed Mother had not yet heard her prayer, and Gina,s heart grew bitter and hard as she listened to Riccois sleepy advice to practice more diligently before the arrival of the great day. It was midday of Easter, and every bell in Fratto released from its long si- lence, was joyfully pealing forth the glad tidings, uChrist is risen! Christ is risen! Rejoice all ye people!,, In the little church of S. Maria delle Grazie the fra- grant clouds of incense floated above the bowed heads of the people of Fratto, young and old. The indistinguishable mutterings of the priest ceased, and Gina in her seat behind the altar realized that the moment had come when she should learn the answer to her prayers. Kneeling near the altar, Mama Paul- ina waited impatiently. Seconds, minutes passed, and still she waited to catch the first notes of the Easter anthem. What did it mean? Was Gina sleeping, or had she failed to notice that her time had come? Already there were restless stirrings here and there, and whispered questions. Mama Paulina could endure it no longer; half fearfully she began; as she gained confidence her voice grew stronger and sweeter until it seemed to Gina, listening there behind the altar, that it was not Mama Paulina singing in the church, but a thousand unseen voices singing to her alone, filling her heart with their message, and driving out every thought of bitterness and disappoint- men-t. iiO, she whispered to the image of the Virgin, thy song also! It is born again! Forgive my foolish doubts, my selfishness. Thy music could not die. I was not worthy of thy gift, but thou hast not taken from me the joy of hearing a more perfect voice singing thy song. And Gina went happily home through the narrow streets that echoed with the glad sound of the Easter bells. F. 1-1., ,16. A F ORGOTTEN HERO. There was a hurried knock at the door. When it was opened, a scared-looking little darky boy entered President Lin- coln,s outer office. Between gasps, he finally managed to say, mScuse me, mister, but ah jes, wanted t, tell de pres,- clent clat cle enemy,s comin,; and say, mister, dey's sure comin, fast!n The attendant quickly gained an audie ence with Lincoln, and the latter, after hearing the news, sent for Secretary Seward. They talked quietly for a few moments, and then Lincoln sent for the little darky boy. The boy,s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he realized that the president had actually sent for him, Sammy Clay. Lincoln took the little fellow's shaking hand kindly, and after putting him at his ease, began asking questions. Sammy told all he knew in a few moments: that the rebels were within ten miles of the capitol city, plundering everything in their path. After another brief consultation with the war secretary, Lincoln again talked with the boy. Sammy, he said, iiyou would like to do something for your country, wouldn,t you? uYes, sah, oh yes, sah!n Well, here in my hands are the most important papers belonging to our coun- try. If I give them to you, will you take them where I tell you to, and no- where else, through fire and water if need be? Sammy,s jaw dropped, his'eyes bulged. iiMistah president, is yo' gwine t, gib me dem papahs, me, Sammy Clayy, Yes, if you give me your promise that you will deliver them, I will trust you. At that, the little fellow thrust his hand into that of the older man, looked straight into his eyes for a moment, and then took the papers. As Sammy ran pell-mell down the White House steps, hugging the docu- ments to his little, frightened, black breast, he saw wagons hurrying into the city, piled high with everything imagin- ableecrying children, squawking chicka ens, squealing pigs, pale-faced women and worried-looking men, and cows and horses tied on. behind, clogs barking wildly at the strange procession; all were fleeing from the oncoming enemy. For a moment Sammy hesitated. These people were going in the direction of safety, while he was on his way to a house which was in the very direction from which the people were fleeing. On first thought Sammy decided to jump upon one of the passing wagons and flee with Page 41 them. Just at that moment, one went by with some of his friends in it; they called to him, and without waiting longer, he hopped on. As he sat on the edge of the wagon, he excused his action by tell- ing himself that the papers were probably safer here anyway, and that after the enemy had gone away, he would take them back to the president. At 'the thought of having to face that kindly, trusting man, and to tell him that he had' been afraid to face the enemy like a man, but had run away, he suddenly realized that he couldn,t do it, and without a word to his companions. jumped off the wagon. slid under a fence, and started to run back towards the city. Through rough fields, over ditches, on. on he ran, never stopping until he reached the house to which Lincoln had told him to take the papers. It was an old-fash- ioned, colonial house, with green blinds and high white pillars. The small-panecl windows were hung with freshly laun- dered muslin curtains. and there was an air of quiet repose about the place that made many a passer-by gaze longingly at it. Sammy raised the large bronze knocker. As it fell back against the door with a bang. it made him jump, brought suddenly to the realization of where he was. A portly colored mammy opened the door, and beamed on the lad as she ushered him into the long, cool drawing- room. He told Mrs. Seward of his errand. and she immediately began to think of some plan for safe-guarcling the papers. Finally they went out into the yard, to a little side porch. Sammy tOok out some of the slats from under the porch, and crawled in, taking a little shovel with him. He then dug a hole, buried the papers, covered them up and crawled out and put back the slats. Then they all went back into the house, and Sammy bade them goodabye. He went slowly back to his OWn little brown cabin. As he came to the gate, he stopped, and lean- ing against it, thought long and hard. The papers were saved, of course, and President Lincoln tried to find the boy and reward him. but he never succeeded. Sammy knew that he would receive pay if he went to the president, but he had de- Page 42 cidecl that he did not want it. He had served his country in a time of need, and that was his reward. K. B., ll6. WRECKED. The tiny fishing village of D on the southern coat of France shone bright- ly in the summer sun. The crude white huts were trimmed' with varicolored stream- ' ers, and the picturesque peasants. walking to and fro. shading their eyes with their hands as they looked out across the bay where a boat was anchored, all helped to make a typical southern France scene. It is exquisite, whispered the artist lady softly, n,estace pas, Annette? and she turned to the young girl at her side. HTres pretty, Madamoiselle, she spoke the English word haltingly, umais. so-50wsorrowful, and fighting down the lump in her throat and the sob that: fought for utterance. she turned and ran down the sandy beach. The elder woman sighed and gazed wonderingly after the flying figure. If only these French peasants didn't have so much heart. They were far too ima pulsive. But perhaps that was why their beauty was so startling. Personality certainly counted for a great deal in a model. She sighed again. Annette was too good a model to lose; she simply couldn't have the girl worrying herself sick over the fact that her boy lover sailed on the Louis V. Place the following clay. She would take her away. What an instantaneous success she would make in New York. She was precisely the type New York artists were searching vainly for. If it were only pos- sible. An hour later Annette, the artist lady. and the sailor lad Finished their heated argument. Annette and the artist lady were triumphant. the sailor lad crest- fallen. The model with her hands in his was tenderly trying to comfort him. uIill see you so soon. Jean, she said; Far sooner than if I stay here. In New York we shall meet. Oui, in New York. You will make gold, and I, I will marry you there. We shall be very happy. Jean.H The lad shook his head. We,ll not meet there. Pourquoi? I know not, but I feel it here ; his hand rested on his heart as he spoke. That is silly, she shrugged her shoulders; HI will make money, too. Oh! we shall be very happy. Two years later, Annette, the most sought for model in New York. accom- panied by Mr. Cummins, the most clis- tinguishecl artist of the day, left for a small coast town, just outside the metro- polis where she was to pose for a picture, the HSea Lass. Leaving the village hotel, after having changed her fashionable suit for a peasant garb, loosened her beautiful hair. and re-t moved her shoes and stockings, Annette hurried dowu to the smooth, white beach. She gazed thoughtfully a while at the blue. blue sea with its riotous waves that broke crashingly, and then as if sorry for their boisterousness, curled tenderly, cool- ingly around her feet. Her heart throbbed miserably. She wanted to be home; she wanted France, the fresh smell of salt and cinnamon pink, the flash of a gullls white wing across the bay; but most of all she wanted him. Why had he never come? Wearily she turnecl and Walked down the sandy stretch. She was pitifully tired. In the distance, gloomily shady, loomed the hull of a boat, and toward this she started. thinking all the while how her hope of his return was like this ship; still a hope, but wrecked and slowly decaying. Reaching the spot, she stoocl lovingly lingering the rotting wood! then noticing the carved name on the bow, read it aloud. uLouis V. Place.n Her mind seemd to waver, but before the final hopeless crash she focused her entire being on the realization of the words. HLouis V. Place.n HNo, no, Oh, God! No. she cried, and fainted. In one of the large art galleries in New York hangs the marvelous painting Wrecked by the well known Mr. Cum- mins. It shows the hull of a wrecked ves- sel, under whose shadow lies the fainting figure of a peasant girl. It is a piece of rare power and beauty, and the throngs of people who either hurry or lingei; through the corridors never fail to turn and gaze, eyes filled with tears, at the masterpiece. A woman stood one clay in front of the painting and spoke to a friend, uIsn't it beautiful? And such a sad story con- nected with it! You know Mr. Cummins. the artist, found this model just as the picture shows. He hastily drew a sketch, and from that painted this picture. The poor girl had recognized the ship as one her boy lover had sailed on two years before. She had been hopefully waiting for him in New York where they were to have met to be married. What a strange place this world is. To think that from her great sorrow, came this beautiful work of art. The whole story reminds me of that verse from Omar Khayyam: iI sometimes think that never blooms so red The rose as where some buried Caesar blecl C. 5., il 7. A COOK, TWO CHILDREN, AND A PIE. A certain miclclle-western city of some importance contains, among its numerous inhabitants, two families.+the Fever- shams and the Bertrams. The former live on one side of Elm Street, and the latter almost directly across from them. On a particularly warm afternoon in July, Jimmy F eversham and Jane Bert- ram sat on the steps of Bertram's kitchen porch, plunged in deep and not altogether pleasant thought. Finally Jimmy rose, and stretching himself lazily, asked, 'iJane, what time did you see the pop- corn man yesterday? uO-oh, I'd forgotten all about him, said Jane with a light of interest in her ' eyes, which her next observation threat- ened to extinguish. She added, uI looked at the clock in the kitchen when our old cook chased us out of the pantry where she always keeps the cookies. I donit see why they werenit there. It was only two, and he came about four yesterday. A despairing silence ensued for about a minute; then Jimmy said, uSay, Jane, Page 43 didn,t you say that Olga was making a pie this morning? Receiving a nod of assent, he continued, Where does she set her pies after they,re baked? In the outside part of the refrigerator, where I can,t get at ,em, Jane said in a grieved tone. Then by way of explana- tion, The door,s too high for me to reach when she takes the steps away, and she took them ani hid ,em a long time ago. There was a tone of hopeless finality about the last statement which would have crushed Jimmy's hopes if he had not scent- ed mischief, for the day was so hot that Jimmy was not himself; as John, the Feversham's handy-man, said, 'iThis here heat sure does take the gimp outen a man. Havenit you any box to stand on? Jimmy wanted to know. uLots, a whole woodshed full, but it wouldn,t make any difference if I had a house chock full of ,em, bein, e2 .Olga,s just like a cat on baking days. She does her work and keeps one eye on me all the time. We can't do that! Unless-I don,t care. That pie isn,t for us tonight. I betcha it,s for Gus, her feller! uUnless what? said Jimmy impatient- uUnless I get her to help me with some- thing in my room while you get the box anda. She shouldn,t have sent us out of the pantry, and not,even told us where the cookies were, said Jane with a wicked gleam in her eye. uUh huh, I just guess we can do that all right, approved Jimmy with vigor. You go an, take her to your room, and 1,11 get the pie. Come to the loft in our barn in about ten minutes. uAll right, said lane with no hint of the heat of the day in her movements as she departed to carry out her plan. Jim- my was in a hurry, too, for he had a vision of a nice, new cherry pie to spur him on. inlimmylb Jane called softly as she mounted the ladder leading into the loft, which was the childrenis favorite rendez- vous when they did not want to be dis- turbed. uMova hea, directed James with dim- culty, having iust taken an unfashionably large bite of the coveted pie. Page 44 uJimmy, did you save me half? said Jane, viewing with anxiety the size of the hole made by the last bite. Yeah, said Mr. James Feversham, as he rolled his eyes upward and gazed serenely at the roof of the barn. Then after facilitating his speech to a great ex- tent by simply swallowing, he continued, iiWhat kept you so long? Moaah, said Jane promptly, al- though with a great effort. She started to give details, but she and the pie were too closely associated, and she gave it up. The sun was sinking lower and lower; it was nearly seven o,clock. The Fever- sham and Bertram families were holding an anxious conclave in the library of the Bartram,s house. Where were Jane and Jimmy? Of course they often stayed away for hours at a time, but rarely missed a meal. Mrs. Bertram asked Olga if she had seen the children. ill should say I had. There,s hardly a minute when they ain't under foot on baking days. But that pie you told me to bake for lanes surprise party tomor- row is gone, and probably if you found them they could tell what has become of it, said Olga with a grin, and she went away chuckling over Jane,s mistake. iiOhV' said Tom, a seventeen-year-old Bertram, uI know where they are then. Up in the Feversham,s loft. So, in the gathering dusk, the Bertrams and Fevershams descended upon the un- suspecting children in the loft. iiTheyWe asleep, said Mrs. Fever- sham softly. And they were. Lying on soft hay on a hot afternoon, especially after eata ing, had been too much for them. There they lay with peaceful smiles on their upa turned faces. dreaming, no doubt, of pies, red cherry pies. Tom leaned over the two unconscious forms, and shook them, saying, Here you kids, wake uo! He paused a minute to give the children time to collect them- selves. Then he gently informed Jane of the glad neWs. iiJane, he said, You've gone and eaten up the pie you were going to have at your own birthday party tomorrow. Jane blinked, opened her eyes wide with surprise and consternation; suddenly her lower lip began to quiver. Never mind, Jane,,' said the gallant James, You got a lot more pie tonight than you would have had tomorrow at your party.,, Whereat a sleepy, cherry- stained smile lit Jane,s countenance. And with one despairing glance Tom, the van- quished, gave up the field and Hed home- wards in the darkness. B. S., tl7. THE STORM. Above the gray lake loomed the thunder- clouds, Large and white-capped; The oily water in the stiHing heat Lay calm as death. A sudden squall sent a quick wrinkle Spreading far and wide. A faint and distant rumbling With the passing moments grew, and forks Of lightning Hashed at shorter intervals; The wind grew strong; the sky grew dar The storm-god flashed His eyes with blinding brilliancy, Then chuckled ominously, then roared In such wild glee at the grim sight he,d seen That the whole earth trembled And shuddered in its fear. The waves Strove higher in their vain attempt To wash away the inky clouds, whence e The pelting rain. . veiled, less The lightmng, Hushed brilliant, The eastern sky; the thunder moaned, subdued; The wind died clown; the waves beat on the shore With gentle lap; a robin chirruped; Quiet reigned again. F. B., tl6. Page 45 BILL He sat all slumped down on the hard prison bench, his head hanging heavily on his chest, and his arms limp at his side. Opposite him sat a man, breathing loudly, and pale with mingled rage, mortifieation, pity, and sympathy,ea combination of feelings that can be felt only by a father towards his disgraced son. iiLooka here, Bill. You gotta brace up. We all know you done a awful thing, but there,s no use looking as cheer- ful as a hearse about it. Then, it's only four years. That ain't so bad. HFour years! Father, I wonit stand it! Lo-oka here, my boy, you gotta. Blusterin, donit do no good, nor swearini, neither, he added, significantly to the boys muttered curses. uThink of your mother, Bill, and you won,t feel much like it. She,s all cut up about you; al- most out of her head. You know you always been a disgrace to us, ever since you was little. I tell you she felt pretty bad when it got so we had to send you to the reform school. And then, when you come home, instead of bein, reformed, you got into bad company again. And now look where its landed you. You always was a disgrace but thisathis is the limit. The prisoner groaned. ul ainit never had no chance, I ain,t. It ain,t my fault lim here. No one ever learned me no better ways, HIf it ain't your fault, whose is it, I,d like to know. Didn,t you break into that house, and steal that pore lady,s money and jewels? Didn,t ya? But you ain,t never learned me bet- ter. That's right. Blame it on to me, and your pore ma--My Lord, ain't it enough for me to Work myself to skin and bones supportin, the whole family without havin, a son whois never been known to work an hour in. his life, but who loafs around, drinks, and finally commits a crime that ends him up in prison. And then, as if that warn,t enough, accuses me of doin, the crime. The prisoner groaned again. uAin,t I heard enough preachin, iatherV' Page 46 uNo, you ain,t. But I can't waste my time talkin' to you all day. And there- with the father departed, leaving these last soothing words ringing in the wretched prisoneris ears. But four years cannot last forever. The time came when Bill, a pale, restless, aenemiolooking creature. with watery, roving eyes, walked out of the prison, on legs a trifle wobbly from lack of exercise, a free man. Free! What did the word mean to him? To be sure he need no longer endure those wretched days of dull toil, or those still more monotonous, awful nights, when he tossed litfully about on his rocky cot, or paced, tiger- like, the small space of his barred cell. 'llhat misery was over; but as he reflected, it seemed only to lead to something worse. His family! He could not face them. They would be very kindaOh, yes, very kind and gentle; but they would know all the time that he was aaa dog. Then his mother! That would be the hardest of all. Her embrace would be tearful, and forgiving; she would try to make it easy for him; but he, a base cur, could not face her pure goodness. No, he would rather be caged up again. He could not do it. And yet he found hime self approaching nearer, nearer to those who loved him, and those whom he loved. He turned a corner. There it stood, just as he had remembered it, the shabby little house, his home. After all, was it home? No; the bottom of the river seemed much more suited for him. He decided to obey this impulse, turn about, and end his unhappy existence. It was dark now. No one would see him. It was an easy end; all he would have to do would be to jump in. But alas, coward that he was, he knew he could not do it, and he kept on. A light was burning within the house when he walked up its worn, creaking steps. He went to the window, and peered through. Yes, there they all were, just as he had expected, anxiously awaita ing his arrival. There was his mother, rocking one of the children. She was laughing and talking, but her face was pale and strained. Then he saw his father, pacing the floor with a countenance glum and scowling. Then there were the children, restless, eager, and expectant. Their young faces were happy, for their elder brother, clear old Bill, was coming home. Perhaps it was their love that de cicled him. He could not bear to darken their lives with his ugly presence, and he turned and walked down the steps. He had decided for the river. .He had not gone far when he came across a few dark figures, talking in an undertone beneath a street lamp. As he passed by, its rays shone full on his face. One of the group started, and cried out, uWhy, Bill, old boy, where did you come from? uJim! Is it you? a Right you are, Fm mighty glad to see you, Bill. We're planning a little lark tonight, and you'll come in mighty handyf, No you don,t, I,m reformed. The other burst into a hearty laugh. Nonsense! Old Bill reformed? Let me introduce you, Bill, to my friends; they,re the new gang. Boys, this is my friend Bill. He,s glad to join us tonight. Bill resisted weakly. But it was three to one; he knew it was either this or the river, and anyway, their jolly friendliness appealed to him. A few pleadings, a slap or two on the back, and he was one of them. iilf I'm right we have a walkaway tonight? said Jim, a short while later, as he deftly followed his companions through a cellar window. ilOld man's out. Come on, Bill, don't be so slow. Pm not coming. Not coming! What d'ye mean? NI'm not coming. Thafs all. He started away, but like a flash the thief was back through the window. One heavy hand clutched Bill,s shoulder, while the other pressed firmly the cold butt of a revolver to his chest. ill didn,t think this of you, Bill, but you ain,t gonna be a quitter if I can help liListen, Jim; I'm your friend, but I cannot go into that house. Let me go. I swear 1,11 keep mum. A strange light came into the thief,s eyes as he gazed at his friend. HBill, I believe ye. But I don,t under- stand ye. uNo wonder, Jim. No one does. But let me go; I must go home. The grip on his shoulder relaxed. Go then, Billeand luck be with ye. The thief turned and disappeared through the window again; and Bille- Bill Went home. A. L., '17 WHERE THEREfS A WILL THERElS A WAY. Sunday school lasted later than usual, for a lecturer had been trying to get volunteers to help at Pillsbury Settlement. Two girls about sixteen years old came out of the church with a look of deter- mination on their faces, and without look- ing around, stalked out to their waiting machine. Mary, said Katherine, iiI donyt care what parties I,m invited to Saturday, I'm going over to those little tots at Pillsd bury House. uVVell, rm going with you, you may be sure of that, said Mary. That leo ture was enough to make one feel pera fectly heathenishf, They went home with good resolua tions tucked carefully away. The week Hew by and the girls were as gay as larks. Why shouldn't they be? Were they not to sacriflce themselves for the poor dear little children of Pillsbury Settlement? Friday night the telephone rang. uMiss Katherine is wanted at the telephone. liOh, groaned Katherine as she came back from the hall. iiThere,s going to be a fraternity dance, and Alfred John wants me to go with him. Oh, dear, Mary, let,s give it all up. That dance is one that live been dying to go to. iiKate, Iim ashamed of you. The poor little clears at the Settlement aren't going to any party. uMiss Katherine is wanted at the tele- phonef, uI'm not going to answer, said Kate. I haven,t the strength to refuse it, if its an invitation.H Page 47 Mary ran to the telephone. She came back with a smile on her face. uBelle wanted us to go to the Metro- politan tomorrow-J, uO-o-o-o-oh ! ' , iiBut I told her we could not go. I really think Iive persuaded her to go with us tomorrow. What a treat it will be for hers, said Kate sarcastically. uTelephone for Miss Katherine. Jane, for pity's sake don't call me again. Tell them Ilm not in. Nevertheless she went to answer the call. Mary, she said, coming back with a look of relief, you can go to the Settle- ment, but Iim going to a box party? Mary looked at Kate with disgust for being so weak and then went up to her room. The next day Mary trudged over to Pillsbury. She went in, and the minute she saw the clear little boys and girls she lost her heart and stayed with them until six oiclock. Kate in the meantime was pretending she was having the time of her life. In her heart she rather wished she had gone with Mary. The play wasnit very good, and besides she was tired. The girls arrived home at the same time. Mary was full of enthusiasm, and could do nothing but talk of the good time she had had, and What cunning children were there. Kate came in with a tired look, threw herself in a chair, and sulked. HDid you have a good time, Kate dear? asked Mary as solemnly as she could, for the sight of Kate was really comical. HClorious, glorious, my sister! Donit you think I look as if I had had a good time? iiYou certainly do not, said her sister with emphasis. iiNext time, even if it does seem silly, you come with me. Mother said I could have the machine next Saturday, and I,m going to take some of the youngsters out riding. HI honestly am going to, Mary. I think a little sacrifice might do self-satiSa lied Kate some good. All the girls this afternoon, instead of being glad of my Page 48 presence, kept telling me what a trump you were. A. B., ,18. BOBBY. iiI-low can I make you see that so much sugar is not good for you, Bobby? Mrs. BrOWn was scolding her only son. whom she had just caught with his pock- ets filled with the sweet. Bobby looked for a minute sheepishly at his feet, with which he was shuffling up the rug ,and then heaving a deep sigh, he began to kick his mother's best table with his shoe as a way of giving vent to his feelings. iiStop that, Bobby ; his motheris voice was impatient. Bobby drew himself up very straight; he knew his mother was not to be triHed with. HBobby, will you promise me that you will not take sugar from the dining room, pantry, or any other place where you might get some?,, Mrs. Brown's voice; was persuasive now. And if you keep your promise you shall have a reward. ut I warn you against breaking it. Bobby's face brightened. iiTruly, ma, I won,t take any. Say, what will the re- ward be, and when will I get it? Mrs. Brown thought a moment, and then said, I will give you a dollar on the first of next month, because by that time you will have broken yourself of the habit. Andeh iiWhat will the punishment be? broke in Bobby. uI don,t know yet, but you will see when the time comes? Thus saying, Mrs. Brown left the room. For two weeks, Bobby avoided the kitchen and pantry. Between meals he never ventured into the dining room. But the third week he would go into the kitchen, open the cupboard where the su- gar was kept, and stare longingly at it. Then he would gently tap one of the loaves with his knife, and when a few crumbs were broken off, he would hur- riedly stick them in his mouth. By the fourth week all the sugar in the kitchen, pantry, and dining room was chipped. One afternoon Bobby came home from school to hnd his mother out. As he was very hungry he went into the kitchen. Now the cool: was not there. Instead of getting a bread and butter sandwich or an apple, he made a bee-line to the table, where there was a plate Filled with sugar loaves. There was one piece on the plate which looked especially large and good. Bobby took this lump up in his dirty hands. When he got through handling it I am afraid it was not so white as it had once been. He was just about to put it back when he heard Nora's step ir the hall. Quick as a wink he stuck it in his mouth and: Hed through the back door. That evening at supper Mrs. Brown noticed that Bobby did not pass his plate a second time, as was his wont. Bobby, what is the matter with you? Have you been eating sugar again? She asked suspiciously. uNo, ma,,, lied Bobby, looking down at his-plate. re you quite sure you didnit, Robert? This came from his father. ilNo, I didnit, Bobby answered weaka ly. He was conscious that his face was extremely hot, and that both his parents! Were looking at him. All the evening Bobby was very still, and went to bed without a murmur of re- sentment, an unheard of proceeding in the history of the Brown family. ' Three hours later Mr. and Mrs. Brown came upstairs to bed. Mrs. Brown went into Bobby,s room to see if everything was all right before retiring. She turned org the lights, and went over to the bed; but tonight instead of Ending a peacefully sleeping boy, she found a Hushecl, Woe- begone face, and a pair of mournful blue eyes blinking at the light. What could this mean, Bobby awake at such a late hour? Bobby? she inquired anxiously, iiAre, you sick? uYes, maf, moaned the poor boy. iiI disobeyed you and ate sugar this after- noon, and I told a lie to pa and you at supper, and now I am dying because I was so bad.,, Mrs. Brown suppressed a smile to ask, iiDid you get the sugar from a plate on the kitchen table? Bobby nodded. iiWell, dearie, that was sugar I had prepared for the flies to nibble at. It would kill them, but I guess it won,t kill you. Now turn over and go to sleep. Bobby obediently turned over. And Mrs. Brown snapped off the lights. Just before she closed the door she called softly, ii You see, dear, that was your punishmentf, M. W., ilS. AN ESCAPE FROM THE MEXICANS. You young dog of a Texan! Be- fore you leave here, you will learn to be a friend to Mexicans instead of an enemy, exclaimed Santa Anna, as the guards unlocked a door, pushed Tom in, relocked it on him, and went away. Tom Wilson staggered from the thrust, but recovering himself, stood erect, and tried to accustom his eyes to the half darkness. He stood in a small, square room with walls of hard cement. The roof, of the same material, was high; and in the center of it was a round hole, through which came all the air that entered the cell. In the corner was a rude pallet of blankets spread upon grass. There was not a single window in the room. The bed was of two blankets, and lying on one and drawing the other over him, he sought slumber. After a while, he fell into a troubled sleep, from which he awakened at intervals. At the third awakening he heard a peculiar noise, half a swish and half a rumbling; al- though not loud, it remained steady. Tom listened for a long time, and then, all at once, he recognized its cause. He was under the sea, and it was the rolling of the waves over his head that he heard. He was in one of the famous submarine dungeons of the Castle of San Juan de Ulna. So this was the punishment he was going to receive from the Mexicans; never would he be able to send word back to the Texans. The next day Tom had a fever; the clay after he was worse; and on the third he became unconscious. His life now appeared to have no order. Scenes oc- curred out of their sequence. His brain by and by grew dizzy with swift inter- Page 49 play of action and color, then everything would float away and blackness would come. He could not guess how long this period endured, but when he came out of it, he felt very weak. His door opened suddenly, and a soldier brought him a basin of 'isoup. After he had eaten of it, he felt much stronger. About three hours after they had brought him the soup, he heard a scratching at the keyhole of his door. Tom sat up. The scratching continued for some moments, and then the door swung open. The tall, thin figure of a man entered, the door closed behind him, and after further scratchingihe locked it. Well, asked Tom, who are you, and what do you want? To the first, I am Edward Milan; to the second, I want to talk to you. You may think.H he went on. Hthat I am a Mexican. but I am not. I,m a Texan. I live in the next tomb, the one on the right. I'm a watch. clock, and tool-maker by trade; that is how I was able to pick your lock. But tell me. how does it happen. he asked, uthat one so young as you is a prisoner here? I was on my way to Texas with a message of warning, and was captured and sent here by Santa Anna. because I knew too much of his plans. Two heads can do more than one can, remarked Milan, uso let us bee come partners. Together we may in some way escape from this castle. This they agreed to do, and soon after Milan went back to his cell. It was fully two weeks before they tried to escape. One night about seven o'clock Milan en- tered Tomis cell. As their plans were all arranged, neither spoke, but waited patiently for the guards to come in with Tom's supper. At last Tom heard the soldier's key turn in the lock. He glanced at Milan. but the gray figure. flattened against the wall, never moved. The door swung open. and the soldier, merely a peon, entered bearing a tray. Behind him, according to custom, came a second soldier, who stood in the doorway lean- ing upon his musket. But he stood there only an instant. A pair of long arms reached out, seized him in a fierce grip by either shoulder, and jerked him into the Page 50 cell. The door was kicked shut, and the grasp of the hands shifted from his shoulders to his throat. The man with the tray heard the noise and turned. Tom sprang like a panther upon him. and the soldier went down, dishes and all. He was a wiry fellow, however, and grasp- ing his assailant, he struggled fiercely. Just lie still! Thafs the way! It was Edward Milan who spoke, and he held the muzzle of a pistol at the man,s head. The other soldier lay stunned in the corner. It was from his belt that Milan had snatched the re- volver. Tom bound both men rapidly and deftly, and both he and Milan put on the clothing of the Mexicans. Then Milan led the way into the hall and locked the door on the two soldiers. Fortunately for them, one of the soldiers had carried a lantern, and with this they climbed up the steps and at last came to what seemed to be the barracks for the soldiers. At the far end was a door. They reached this, opened it, and entered into a small room. A lamp burned on the table, at which an officer sat looking over some papers. He heard the two enter. but as he turned he found himself looking into a revolver. uIf you move, or cry out. I will shoot, said Milan. You need not fearf said the ofiicer; uyou have too great an advantage for me to do that. Tom, look over those papers on his desk. You might find a pass or two, and just now they would be very useful. uYes. exclaimed Tom joyfully, uthere are four or live passes here. , Two will be enough,H replied Milan. and after binding up the ofhcer, they stepped out into the paved court of the castle. Tom thrust the passes before the eyes of the two sentinels at the gate. They merely glanced at the signature, opened the gate, and in an instant the men were outside the castle. It was so dark that they could see only a narrow stretch of rock on which they stood, and a tossing sea beyond. A fierce wind was blowing in from the gulf, and the cold rain lashed against them like hail. They were yet far from escape. A half mile of wild waters raced between them and the mainland. Here is a boat, exclaimed Milan. Listen! That's the alarm in the castle. They hastily cast loose the boat. and sprang in, securing the cars. Soon bul- lets began to whistle around them, but on account of the wildness of the sea it was impossible to hit the bobbing boat. Large boats with ten in them put out, but the craft they pursued was so small, that all 'but one lost sight of it. This boat, however. gained on them, and an officer in it hailed Milan in a loud voice, ordering him to surrender. Tom, however, picked up his pistol. and took good aim. When he fired. the leading rower dropped back. and the boat was instantly in con- fusion. The little boat was now com- pletely free from pursuers. Soon they saw the outline of the land, and as a wave lifted them up and bore them swiftly inland, they sprang out and waded to shore. They walkecl until it began to be light; then they hid in a marsh. There they wrapped themselves in their scrapes, which they had taken from the Mexican soldiers. and fell into a deep sleep. After a long dangerous journey they came to Texas soil, and they were in time to warn the Texans of the coming of Santa Anna. E. A., 'l8 ALL FOR A SHAWL. uN-o one with a mite 0, sense would even think of movin' a great pile o' kind- lin' like that just to get out a shawl! And whatis more, I won't stand for it!H Mrs. Smallis already shrill voice grew shriller still with exasperation. and she frowned disapprovingly over her ironing board at the meek little figure of her mother-in-law, seated in the rocking-chair by the stove. HBut it's the one Jim gave me when we was engaged, persisted the tiny old lady. amazed at her own daring in thus braving her daughter-in-law. and I 9!, wouldn't a lost it for nuthin . HhVell, I don't see how you're goin' to 'help it, was. the ungracious response. uIt's clown behind the wood-pile, and nuthin, short of tearin, the whole pile stove, and gathering an armful of the down will get it out, so you may as well give it up. With these words Mrs. Small plumpecl her iron down upon the stiff, fresh clothes, she sailed out of the room. Well, I guess there ain't nuthin' for me to do them unless- A smile of inspiration spread over her face, and tak- ing her sun-bonnet from the peg back of the door, Mrs. Grey went out into the back yard. The wood-pile, which she examined thoughtfully, was piled so as to cut off one corner of the high board fence be- hind it in such a way as to leave a fair- sized opening between it and the fence. In this space was her precious shawl. With a quick glance of apprehension towards the house, Mrs. Grey began care- fully to ascend the wood-pile. Now, as to climb this pile would have been a difficult task for a much younger and more agile person than Mrs. Grey. it is not to be wondered at, that having gained the top and started the descent on the other side, she lost her balance and, with a little cry. disappeared' behind the wood-pile. Mrs. Small, coming to the back bed- room window to shake a rug, was just in time to catch the Hutter of a blue ging- ham dress and to hear the cry. Hurry- ing down stairs, she ran to the wood- pile and called frantically. There was no answer. Help was called, and the pile torn down. Behind it lay Mrs. Grey, white and senseless. An hour later foundl her snugly ensconced in the feather bed of the sacred spare bed-room and, the doctor having declared her only bruised, Mrs. Small was about to return to the neglected housework. Pausing a moment with her hand on the door knob, she allowed a half admiring smile to play about the corners of her firm lips. uAnd she made me pull the wood-pile down, after all. was her unspoken thought. as she returned to the bed and gently disengaged the shawl from the white hands of the sleeper. M. J. L., '18. Page SI THE SMUGGLED PITCHER. The pitcher was of old mulberry wil- low-ware, with a crack in one of its sides, and it belonged to Lady Constance Eva- smith. It had been given to her by Marie Antoinette, and was of great value. In the service of Lady Constance was a young French girl, who had Heel from France to England during the Reign of Terror. One day, while on an errand for her mistress, she was stopped by a man dressed in very rough clothes. When he had drawn her aside to an alley be- tween two old buildings, she was sur- prised to find that the man was one of Lady Constance Evasmitlfs former men servants, who had been dismissed for clis- honesty. He went straight to the point with his demand, and said in a gruff voice, llDeliver to me the willow-ware pitcher in Lady Constance,s dressing-room be- fore midnight, or you will pay the for feit. Celeste was greatly surprised at the sight of the man, and terrified at his re- quest. She knew what would happen if she did not do as he said, for his word had been law among the servants when he was in the employ of Lady Evasmith. She also knew her mistress was going out that evening, and so to obtain the pitcher would not be a hard task. She hesitated, but finally gave her consent, and hurried on, that she might not be noticed. That night when her mistress had gone, Celeste went back to the dressing- room, and looking around to see that no one was following her, she entered, crossed the room in the dark, and felt for the pitcher. Her trembling lingers hit it accidentally, and it fell to the floor. She was panic-stricken, and hid behind an old satin divan until she was certain no one was coming. When she finally came from her hiding-place, to her hor- . ror she found the pitcher broken in two pieces. There was no time to lose, so hiding both pieces under her cap, she slipped through the house, to the door, where the man she had met on the street was waiting with other men of his class. These men had been collecting valu- able articles of all kinds for a year or more. and now were ready to sail for America, on one of their various smuggling vessels. It took some time to cross the ocean, for only sailing vessels were used in those days. Their destination was the Dorothy Q. house in the little town of Quincy, Massachusetts. This house had been used for many years for this same pur- pose. The rear of the Quincy estate was on Fore River, an arm of the ocean, and from this arm a canal had been dug, which led up to a side door of the house. It was up this canal in one of the small boats that smuggled articles were paddled during high tide, usually at night, and here at last the broken pitcher was lanclecl. When Lady Constance Evasmith found that the pitcher was gone, she im- mediately notified the London guards- men, and officers were set upon its. trail. After long months of search the pitcher was traced to the Dorothy Q. house. As the officers were coming up the daisygbordered gravel path, the house- keeper, a confederate of the smuggler, overheard the name of Lady Constance Evasmith. Upon hearing it, she ran to to the room where the pitcher was kept, and hastily hid it behind a row of vol- umes, in the bookcase. The search was unsuccessful, and to this day, at the Dorothy Q. house, visitors may see the beautiful olcl mulberry wil- low-ware pitcher, carefully repaired and preserved in a glass case 'with many other antiques. E. S., '19. OVERSEAS AND HERE. Through dusky, purple shadows, A misty, starred sky; Through trembling, shimmering skeins of rain A sensuous, throaty song of pain,A A. nightingale. Page 52 Oler shining, ripening meadows, A radiantly blue sky; O,er fragrant, Howerecoverecl hills, A song of joyous, whistled thrills, A meadow lark. G. 5., ll 7. WHEN I WAS A NAUGHTY CHILD. When I was ten years old, I began to think that I was old enough to judge everything for myself. When my father and mother dictated to me, and insisted upon my doing things that I did not like, I thought I would show them what a strong will their child had. So, one day, when mother had gone to a luncheon, and the maids were in the back of the house, I took my worldly be- longings, which consisted of my little suit- case, a dollarland twentyafive cents, and my new beautiful doll, Nancy, and started out. I thought I would be no kind of a mother if I left Nancy. Oh, I thought I was very clever to have so much money saved, and that when that gave out I could easily earn some more. I did not stop to think that I was too young to earn money. I trudged along the road-side for some time. When I felt tired I sat down to rest. Then I began to think, uWhat if I should never see Mother and Daddy again? They certainly would miss their little girl, I was sure.H Tears trickled down my cheeks, but I rubbed them off with dusty hands which did not add to the cleanliness of my face. HVVhat if I should die in some old attic?,, I cried some more. ' But soon to my relief, I heard an auto come up the road. I decided to relent, and if the people in the car would only take me home, I would give them my dollar and twenty cents iandeand maybe N ancy, if the money was not enough. I motioned to the ear to stop when it had come close enough; and who was in the car but my mother! After I told her what I had intended to do, she laughed and kissed me, saying, IIDear, when I scold you it is only for your own good; when you grow older you will appreciate it. A. W., I19. MY PLAYMATE. Edith, do you remember when you and I used to play together out at Lake Min- netonka? How We used to sit together in the summer house, and sleep together? I remember when I first went in swim- ming,--after I got you,--how I cried when mother said you could not go, too. I was heart-broken, Edith. You used to sit in the sand and watch me build; and When I was very angry with my other playmates, I never drove you out. You were my staunchest friend. When We moved in town, you came with me, sitting on my lap. When I went down town, you also went with me. Do you remember the time when I took you down town and bought your first short clothes? From that day on you ceased to be IIBaby Edith and were just Edith. You used to go out walk- ing with me, go to parties with me, and go to the park with me. Do you remem- friends. The blue and white dress, your night gown, a certain white dress with her, Edith, one sad day? I shall never pink rosebuds on it, a pink sash, your forget it. I left you upstairs and called to mother for you. She threw you down stairs; you landed on your head, and cracked it open. Horrors! Edith, I never forsook you; I took you around just the same, and tried to mend your head; but I could not. Mother said that she never knew a stockinette doll could break. I never knew that anyone could be heartless enough to risk throw- ing you down. Do you remember how Ibought you a new blue and white striped dress? That dress is now lying in the same drawer in which you are. After your sad, sad accident I used to sing and croon old lullabies to you, and bought you more new clothes than ever. I still kept you as the best of my hat and coat, and your underclothes, got quite worn out by continuous changings. I used to undress you every night, dress you every morning, and sometimes have weeks and months in one day. Do you remember that day, our birthday, when mother gave you a white quilt, padded, and little blue knots all over it? I used to cover you up with that quilt besides my own bedaelothes. Edith, I shall never forget you. I never had a friend that I loved so much as my dearest doll; first Baby Edith, then Edithf' R. 2., I19. Page 53 .... K7; MW? :2; k x NW p t A gigs ,. ,. ' ljgw gjgllam A SUMMER DAY. A drowsy yellow butterfly, bumblebee, A playful zephyr gently stirring the leaves up a tree, A dandelion with golden Heece, a smell of new mown hay, The sun,s bright rays, a sky of blue; and lo, a summer day. a dusty F. C., '17. THE FOREST. The forest was sleeping. High over- head the blue sky, glimpsed through the gnarled branches of the mighty trees, arched far off and unreal. I knew that up there the sun was sending its burning rays over the whole world, gilding it their excitement, stood quite still. Not a frond moved, not a leaf quivered; I seemed to be standing in the vast, silent spaces of a great, dim, green-Hoored cathedral, its roof a ,strange fretwork of interlaced branches upheld by the huge, motionless, black pillars. As I gazed, a reverence overcame me, and I bent my like a palace, but down here all was cool and dark. Through the dim vistas be- tween the trunks of the forest monarchs, tiny ferns unfurled their dainty lacework, spreading over the damp, black with a fairy carpet of delicate green. A few of the boldest crowded to the edge of a tiny pool, deep in the shadow of a great mosswovered rock, fairly standing on tip- toe in their eagerness to view their tiny figures in the depths of the water. But the pool was glassy and the ferns, for all Page 54 head in voluntary tribute to nature and her mighty works. Suddenly filtering down through the dim spaces overhead came the marveloas- 1y beautiful, acihingly sweet song of a thrush. A tiny breeze stirred the ferns; a long sigh coming from nowhere filled the forest; a leaf quiverecl; a squirrel dropped a nut, rattling and bounding through the branches; a dove called to her mate. The forest 'had awakened. F. C., ll7. ON FROGS. What is so interesting and delightful as a frog? He sits on his log among the water-li'ly pads, a king in the midst of his domain. His beautiful green back with its shiny black spots shimmers in the sunlight, and his bright eyes scan the shores of this swimming hole continually in search of a stray enemy who may throw stones at him. His soft White throat quivers in anticipation of the com- ing evening. When he and his followers Will hop in the dewy grass and serenade a the stars. Yet in spite of the frog's beauty, I often wish 'he Were more intellectual. I once tried to teach one tricks, such as holding out his paw for me to shake. F or some inexplainable reason the didnlt seem to thrive in the pail of water in which I kept him, and what is still more remarkable, refused to perform his tricks. He became weaker daily, until finally I was forced to let him go. His joy upon feeling once more the soft grass, wet with dew, under him was touching. Since then I have realized that frogs are much happier in their owu realm, and have con- temted myself by sitting underneath a shady oak near the pool and watching them from this comfortable spot. F. B., il6. THE CAMP. The light from the campfire Hashes across an old mammy, bending over a pile of pans, pots, and kettles. She is singing as she works. Her strong, sweet voice sounds over the water: iiSwing low, sweet cha,iot, comin, fer to ca'y me homee Comin, fer to my me home.H At the olcl mammy's side is a small colored boy, who in restless impatience shuffles his feet as the dishes are handed him to dry. When the fire Hashes up brightly, a white tent under spreading trees can be seen, and the dark outline of the cook shed as well. iiLap, lap, sound the tiny waves among the low wiHOWS along the bank; a fish jumps out of the water just in front of the canoe; the moon is high in the heavens, and its silver rays light up the shoal at the point of the little island where the water rushes over the rocks, foaming and sparkling; the bottle on the end of the trout line jingles with a fairylike sound. The great stone arches of the bridge far up the river loom black in the moonlight. The wagon of some he- lated traveler rattles over the loose boards of the bridge, and sends a hello,,, as it were, down to the camp. The wagon rolls off on the dirt road, and all is silent again. . Now the old woman has totterecl off to rest. The boy is alone, for the entire camp has sunk to slumber. The fire has died down. Soon, only the glowing em- bers will be left. The little pickaninny is sprawled out, holding limply a long, firm switch, on the end of Which is an apple ready for roasting. He punches the fire with the fragment 'of a decayed branch, and the logs fall apart, throwing sparks all about. The sparks die out,'one by one, and the little negro props his stick in the ground. Soothed by the rip- ple of the waters, and the chirp of the crickets, he falls asleep in a deluge of moonlight-the moonlight of Tennessee. M. McD., ll6. A RESTFUL PLACE. On the prairies of North Dakota, when the setting sun has twrned the grain- fields gold, and the sky and clouds red, there appear on the horizon three white objects, Which look like the white sails of the Ship of Peace afloat on an ocean of gold. Not far from the Ship of Peace an island can be seen. There are, on one side, two tall trees, which resemble stately firs, and on the other side there are three similar trees. In the center of the island, which is covered with beautiful bushes and elm trees of different sizes, there is a castle, the castle of the Lady of the Lake. This is the way a dreamer sees it, but to a passing farmer the sails of the Ship of Peace are only the silos of a distant farm, the island is just a village where he may buy for his earthly neeas, and the five stately firs are grain elevators, where he may take his grain that it may become Hour for the bread 'his wife will make. A. M., t19. Page 55 LAKE HARRIET. We stood and breathed deep breaths of delight. Surely no sky had ever been so blue, no clouds so Heecy. The trees which covered the hillsides surrounding the lake had a misty suggestion of bud- ding leaves. The White pavilion at the other end of the lake, a little to the right, was boarded up, lonely and silent; long rows of canvas-covered boats lay on their slips on either side of it. Small patches of dirty snow were scattered here and there, and very thing, watery ice still cov- ered the lake. excepting for a strip several feet wide, around the edge. This water was ruffled only by the tiniest ripples, and was clear, cold, and sparkling as it can be at no other time of the year. The breeze which rippled the open water sighed gently through the trees. The delicate odor of bursting buds and the fresh, warm fragrance of the wet earth filled the air. Birds chirped and called, and once or twice a song thrilled through the air. L. N., I18. TO MY PLAYMATE. Dear little girl in the mirror, I wonder if you can remember the games we used to play together, and the stories we used to tell each other. I love to thinkado yOUPahow early in the morning as I came down the stairs you smiled good morning at me from the great mirror across the hall, and how after breakfast I would pull up my little White chair and talk to you about what we should like to be and to have. Do you remember the old velvet scarf that I used to drape around me, and the gilt paper crown I had when we played princess? I still have Fits, the gray vel- vet pussy-cat, minus ears, eyes, and tail, that We used to play with so much. And. Oh! do you remember the names I used to call you-a different one with every person I met, or story I heard? One day 'it was Jane, and again it was Violet Muriel. Once when the hall was being re- papered, your house was moved up into the attic, and do you remember how I laboriously climbed the stairs each day Page 56 to talk with you? Whew! but it was cold up there, but I couldn,t be happy ,til I had seen you. And, oh! do you remember the day that Dick, my cousin, came to Visit me, and how he used to make fun of me for playing with you, until I almost began to feel ashamed of you. And one day I didn,t come up to see you at all; 0, but I was miserable that day, yet I didn,t let Dick see that I was. The very next day you remember how I stole quietly up into the attic, and just as I began to talk to you, I saw Dicle laughing face appear at the stairway. My! but I was cross, and quick as a flash I threw the pillow that I had been sitting on straight at him. He must have been very insecurely balance for he tumbled backwards when the cushion hit him and rolled bumping and shrieking down the stairs, 'way to the floor below, where he stopped because he couldnit go any fanther. He wasnnt hurt, but I noticed that he never made fun of you again. But it,s bedtime now, and I cant talk to you any longer, dear little chum in the mirror; so good night. F. P., I19. ON BACK-YARDS. Of course, to begin with, there are back-yardsaand back-yards. Some are no better than frontvyards, prim, uninter- esting, altogether too neat and tidy for any real use. Others are too dirty, too filled with ashes and broken glass and old tin cans, to be truly romantic. Of course, you can be an Arctic explorer in them, and pretend that all the sharp, hard, shiny things are ice, but it is likely to be painful if you play it very hard inng on your Iitummy,, to hunt seals, for CXe amplel. But between these two stupid wastes there is always a happy medium, the back- yard that is never quite presentable be- cause of the tub full of turtles and the rope swing and the housekeeping establishment in the summer house. Our back-yard is of that kind, and it has the additional ad- vantage of a hedge going all the way around it. A hedge is a great protection from affable grown-ups, and affable grown-ups are the curse of back-yarcl play. If grown-ups are fierce and grumpy, they may be witches or ogres in disguise; but when they smile patronizingly and say, Aren,t they delicious? just when you are doing something especially exciting, then you know they are A. Gfs, to be summarily executed when Iim pres,clent of America. Just to the right of the pond and be- yond the rockery is the summer house, often the club house, the scene of many heated debates and odd attempts at par- liamentary practice. Our clubs were never a success because by the time all the orfhcers were elected there was usually only on ordinary member left w',ho re- bellious at such ignominy, promptly ree signed, and as you really cant have a club without any members, the meeting broke up in disorder. Sometimes it is the home of Robinson Crusoe, as delight- ful a desert abode as anyone could wish; but Crusoe and Man Friday were likely to quarrel over the number of tigers each had killed, and as the bodies could not be produced as evidence, these charming domestic relations were usually short. The trockery is a delightful pile, shaped somewhat like the real Matterhorn, and it is a feat of some daring to climb to the top and stand poised on its airy peak with the aid of a clothes-pole. The pin- nacle is very pointed and hard to stand on, so that We all wonder how father managed to stand on the real Matterhorn without falling off. The pond is a marvelous affair, almost as large as the dinner-table, with a foun- tain in the center and a bridge across. One glorious summer a whole lot of tade poles appeared so that the water was fairly squirming with them. The entire neighborhood talways barring A. Gfsl passed their time fishing the unfortunate little animals out of their native element to watch them kick, a very exhilerating sport, though rather hard on clothes and rather dreadful for the poor pollies. As a matter of fact they nearly all suc- cumbed to this cruel treatment and died in discouragement without ever turning into frogs. Over and above all, there is the ham- mock under the willows. It is from this we always start upon our Shipwreck Ad- venture. This is the way We start: HCome, let us go out in our boat. Yes, we will go on a picnic. 0, how lovely the sea is! But see! a storm is cominge I have lost my oars. What shall we do? Never mind; I have rubber coats, a stove to burn seaweed in, flshing tackle, and a machine to make sea-water good. tWe are always well prepared on piea nicsj We will catch hsh and cook them over a seaweed lire. Ah, see! Here is a desert island. There may be savage ani- mals on shore, but we have guns and knives to kill them with, and an ax and hammer and nails with which to build a househah! I have killed two elephants, four bears, and eleven tigers. See, this looks as though treasure were buried here. Let us dig! Why! here is a bag all filled with gold and diamonds and rubies. But then, too soon, our bliss is broken. A cruel voice calls, Dinner, and we leave our treasure to the moon and the stars of night, and perhapsewho knows? e-to the fairies. A. F., ,16. MARCH. I wandered alone on a wind-swept plain, And gazed at the darkening sky. ' An old oak groanecl as though in pain, . While its brown leaves fluttered high. I bent before the onrushing wind, But cried in the midst of its brawl: 0 March of the swaying tree- -tops, I love you best of all. K. J., ll7 Page 57 ttGREAT EXCITEMENT ABOUT NOTHING. One summer I was spending a few days at my aunt,s house and having a good time with my cousins. We were playing at the side of the house when suddenly Florence cried, uOh, look at this little door! We all hurried over and there, sure enough, was a small door in the side of the house. It was nailed, but we got some small pieces of iron tor something like thatl and pried it open. There was a small passageway and lying in it was a spool of white thread and some stones. 111 go and get a searchlightf, said Dan. But he could not find one. Some- one suggested that we crawl in, but the passage took a sloping turn upward, so We were afraid. Then Dan took a stone and rolled it up the passage. The sound was startling. The stone rolled and bumped a little way up and then it rolled down again. Then each of us remembered some room which we were told had hollow Walls, particularly a tiny room where you washed your hands and telephoned. W e had never thought much about it, but now.we remembered, our imaginations were very good, even hearing strange noises in the walls. None of us really knew what we thought it was, but only hinted at our grandmother hiding there when Indians came tWe were too young to think how old she would have to bel. Then my mother and aunt came out, and we did not know why, but we ran around the house to get away from them. They called us back and told us that the door, our poor, secret door, was only a passage leading to the furnace and the cat had crawled in there one time and it had stuck and could not get out, so they had had the door nailed up so that no more animals could get in. How disappointed we were! We went into the house and looked around. We decided the noises we had heard were mice. I could not laugh about it then, but I can now. KATHERINE JORDAN, Grade 8. Page 58 THE HAIL STORM. We had been camping in the Canadian Rocky Mountains for several days, but We had not yet climbed a mountain. One bright, sunny morning we decided to climb to the top of one which rose from the valley in which our camp was located. We started at ten o,clo-ck and took our luncheon. I did not think the moun- tain was so high, nor did I think it would 'be a very hard climb. We rested every now and then. My brother and I had great fun rolling large rocks down the mountain-sicle and watching them crash through the trees and jump high into the air. At one o,clock we ate our luncheon on the summit of the mountain. Our supply of water soon gave out and we became very thirsty. So we walked on the sum- mits of the mountains over to where we saw some snow, Which we were going to melt and have a cup a tea. We got the snow and built a fire with which to melt it. Before our tea was ready it began to rain. The rain soon turned into hail and we all got under a small projecting rock, which only sheltered our heads. Some of the hail-stones were as large as walnuts, and Oh! how those stones clicl lhurt. After the storm, which lasted only about ten minutes, the ground was very White. When we got home that night I cle- ciclecl it was not so very easy to climb a mountain and I was very glad I did not have to climb one again the next day. RUTH ALDEN BOVEY, Grade 8. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A CLOCK. I am a grandfather clock standing by the stairs Where I have stood for many years. My pendulum had never stopped before, until the other clay, much to my distress, I could not make it go. While I was struggling with it, there was a noise on the stairs, and I soon discovered that it was the children who had come tearing down to look at me. I heard one of them say in an excited tone of voice, Look! the clock says quarter past nine. they tore out the door. 5 I was lamenting over what 1had just happened, for I was afraid that when they reached the school they would think that I had been trying to fool them, I was startled by, Why! the clock has stopped. I will have to send for a clock man right away to come and fix it. I looked down, and there stood the children,s father. 0! goodness, I thought to myself, what is going to happen to me now? was not left in suspense long, l'lOWe ever, for a man with a large bag came and stood in front of me. I was then pulled and shoved and made very un- comfortable until at last it came to an end, as he stopped to talk to the father, who was standing nearby. Alas! this was worse than before for I heard him say, III think the clock is worn out and I am afraid it cannot be fixed. When I thought there was no more hope left for me, I was startled by a squeal, and there stood a tiny mouse be- side me. I heard quite a commotion up here,H he said, Iiand I wondered if you were in trouble? I informed him very quickly that I was and then told him my story. Perhaps I can help you, he answered, I have :a nest right near your works, and as my babies have grown quite large now, I think I can take them down? I thanked him and told him that he might Itry. After much tugging and pulling he finally succeeded in getting the nest d-own Ah! at last, I heaved a sigh of relief, for my pendulum was going as before. I was more than grateful to the mouse, for it was 'he who had saved my life. MARGARET DEWEY, Grade 8. A JONAI-l DAY. This was the first Jonah Day I have ever had. First thing in the morning I hxed my bird. I was in such a hurry that I spilled the seed all over the floor. I had to sweep it up, and when I was going through the kitchen to put the broom away, I brushed too close to the table, and off came the birds bathtub twhich was on the edge of the tablel, and broke. We will be late to school, and- Later in the morning, to help the nurse, I got the baby,s bath ready. I poured the water into the little tub, but I found it was too cold, so I tried to carry it to the big tub to pour it out. In endeavoring to do this, my foot caught in the rug, and over I went, tub, water, and all. The water was all over everything. The rug was soaked. The floor was getting little . white spots all over it, and everything was in a mess. First I picked myself up. Then I picked up the tub and tried to soak up the water. Later I went to give the fish fresh water and food. After I had cleaned them and was bringing them into my bedroom, I slipped on the rug and fell. The fish-bowl was smashed into a hune dred pieces. The water, stones, and shells were everywhere, and the poor fish were flapping about like lost souls. I put the fish in the bathroom bowl, but the stopper leaked, and when I came with a new bowl, a half an hour later, I found them panting for water. I put more water in the bowl. When I was ready to put them in the new bowl, I took the stopper-out, and one of the fish went down the sewer. . I am sure I will never forget that day, and I certainly hope I will never have another. THEODORA MELONE, Grade 7. MY GOLDEN FLEECE? When I grow up I want to write stories for children. Most of my stories will be serials. One of the series will be uThe Little Comrade? The first book will be called HThe Little Comrade,s Birthday. The second book will be The Little Comrades Christmas Tree. The third, liTh-e Little Comrade,s School Days. The fourth and last book, HThe Little Comrade Grown Up.H Then I wouldiwrite a travel series. The first would be about Polly and Mary traveling in California, then a trip to New York, another trip to Yellowstone Park. then to Quebec, Cuba and South America. Another series would be called The Household Rose. This will tell about a little girll named Rose at sewing school, Page 59 cooking school, and how she helped her mother at home. So as to please all children, I would write a fairy series. ,T'his one to be called The Enchanted Woods. The first book would be called The Forest of THE MAGIC HARP. The magic harp sings like a lark, And if in the park when very dark, You pull a string and make a spark, And hear the voice of the magic harp. MARGARET DICKINSON. Grade 5. FLOWERS AND SUNSHINE. The flowers are again in bloom, Their dainty tops above the grasses loom; The sunshine is so bright and line, From morning to the time we dine. The blood-root with its root so red, Is the first to rise from its wint,ry bed. Next comes the glowing honey-suckle With its blossoms as bright as a buckle. CAROLINE CROSBY, Grade 5. Santa Claus Trees, another of wishing trees and of toy trees andsdoll trees. I would also write short stories that mothers could use for bedtime stories so as the little tots could have happy dreams. VIRGINIA CAPRON, Grade 6. A POEM. I have some sweet pink roses; They look just like nice posies. My daisies too are yellow And I gave one to a fellow. Daisies sleep in little beds; You can only see their heads. My roses are wilted I fear; But you may pick one if you live near. GRACE VELIE, Grade 5. SPRING. When spring comes in, The swings are ready for swinging, The pools are ready for swimming, The flowers are already blooming, When spring comes in. JANET MCVEY, Grade 5. Page 60 w f i: 50571 EN SCHOOL CALENDAR Senior Luncheon and Hay-rack Party at Katherine Barnard's ............. Sept. '8 Registration Day ................................................... Sept. 22 Presentation of Dr. Northrop's Picture ................................. Sept. 24 Miss Randolph's Birthday Party at School Residence ..................... Oct. 8 Mr. George T. Simpson's Address on Adoption of Constitution of Minnesota.0ct. l3 Minnetonka Day ................................................... Oct. 14 Old Girls' Party for the New ........................................ Oct. 20 Sophomore Hay-rack Ride ........................................... Oct. 23 Mr. Aide Lecture: Housing Problem 1n MinneapoliJs? ..................... Oct. 26 Riding Contest ..................................................... Oct. 29 Resident Girls Hallowe en Party ..................................... Oct. 30 Riding at Armory ................................................... Nov. I9 Alumnae Day ..................................................... Nov 24 Thanksgiving Vacation ......................................... '. . .Nov. 24-29 Freshman Party at Rosemary Zonncs .................................. Nov. 27 oslume Party at Armory ............................................ Dec. Ruth Simpsons Theatre Party for Juniors .............................. Dec. 4 Sophomore Luncheon at Annette Bardwell s ............................. Dec. ll Red Cross Parade ................................................. Dec. H Trustee's Reception ................................................. Dec. H Faculty vs. School Baskct-bail Game ................................... Dec. I3 Annual Demonstration of Domestic Science Department ................... Dec. '3 Miracle Play ...................................................... Dec. '3 Christmas Luncheon ................................................ Dec. 16 Senior Tea ........................................................ Dec. 17 Mary Nashs Sleigh Ride for Sophomores ............................. Dec. l7 Christmas Vacation ........................................... Dec. 17- Jan. 4 Faculty Tea for College Girls ........................................ Jan. '9 Lucille Ballard 5 Luncheon for Juniors. . . . . . . . . . . . L .................... Jan. 22 Junior Party at Corinne Dickeys ...................................... Jan. 28 Taller Auction ..................................................... Feb. 1 Lecture by Dr. Charles A. Prosser .................................... FBI? 8 Lincoln Day Celebration. Valentine Dinner at Residence ........................................ Feb. '4 Lecture on Color Effect in House Furnishing by Mr. R. Brown ........... Feb. 14 Lecture by Dr. Charles A. Presser ..................................... Feb. 15 Lecture by iMr. James Mo cl on Practical Home Furniture ..... . ......... Feb. 9 Lecture by Mr. R. W. Hcald on History of Furniture ................... Feb. '6 Lecture on North American Indian by Mr. Loring, illustrated by Lone Bear. .Feb. 10 Colonial Party at Residence ........................................... Feb. I8 Washingtons Birth day Uacationy ...................................... Feb. 24 Florence Purdys Party for Freshmen ............... ' ................... Mar. I7 Lois Nasbs Luncheon for Seniors ..................................... Mar. I8 Junior Vaudeville .................................................. Mar. 25 Easter Luncheon ................................................... Mar. 28 Talk by Dr. H. M. MacCracken of Vassar ............................. Mar 29 Spring Vacation ............................................ Mar. 29- Apli'. l2 Mary Jordans Luncheon for Sophomores ............................... pri 5 Domestic Science Luncheon for Faculty ............................... April 29 Lecture on Oriental Rugs by Mr. W. A. Alden ......................... April 19 Miss Carse's Tea for Prospective College Girls ......................... April 24 Loring Day Exercises on New School Grounds ......................... April 28 Junior Promenade ................................ - .................. ay Last Faculty Dance ................................................. May 12 Collegc-Faculty Dance ............................................ May 20 Freshman Picnic ............................................. - ...... May I3 Senior Play ....................................................... May '5 First Annual Hike .................................................. May 20 Sophomore Dance .................................................. May 20 Field Day May 27. Mary Nash 5 Picnic for Sophomores. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..' ............... June 3 Baccalaureate Sermon at St. Paul's Church .............................. June 4 1 Miss Carse's Reception for Seniors and Friends ......................... June 5 Class Day ......................................................... June 6 Commencement ..................................................... June 7 Page 63 $ntial On September twenty-fourth Doctor Northrop was to speak to us. This privi- lege sent a wave of expectancy over the whole school. At eleven o'clock the Junior Department marched over; their coming always foretells a great event. Soon Doctor Northrop entered, accom- panied by two of the trustees. Mr. John Crosby introduced him, presenting at the same time a picture of Doctor Northrop which was to serve as a lasting memorial of the clay, and as a constant reminder of the honor of having our school named after so fine a man. Loud was the ap- plause which greeted him, as he rose to respond to his introduction. He spoke of educatiOn as an active, not a passive process; one could not sit still and expect some one else to place education in one s mind; it must come through individual work and struggle. At the close of his talk he turned to the picture, which now holds the place of honor in our assembly, and said that that picture was much better looking than he, but it was not alive and endowed as he was with the power and the wish to help us in our troubles. When he had finished speaking, Miss Carse thanked him in behalf of the school, and then told of some of her plans to make our school, Northrop School, the finest in the country. at 93 9? Everyone looks forward to our HTonka Day, for it is usually one of the jolliest outings during the school year. But this, year it surpassed all expectations. The weather man seemed to be m the best of spirits, and helped to paint a vivid picture of the celebration in our memories. The journey was begun with no little anxiety as to whether Hwe were all to- gether,, or not. Some of us were half in and half out of the windows, making sure that this or that girl hadn,t miscal- culated as to what time the train left. What worried us most. however, was what We were going to do with countles- articles we had brought along. There were boxes. baskets, balls and rackets, not to speak of cameras and candy. At last we managed to settle down enough Page 64 Elihexttiz- to remember where our various belongings were when we arrived at Wayzata. Our arrival was a joyous event. Girls began to run; girls made a cloud of dust appear on the horizon toward Ferndale; girls made straw fly from a iico'mfy con- veyance. Long pent-up feelings found vent in whoops of delight that made the country ring. Even the grown-ups began to catch the spirit. October had tinted our playground in the most festive of colors. Over the green lawns, under the bright yellow maples, we scamperecl and capered. There were all manner of gamegebaseball, football and tenniseboth pleasing for the participants and amusing for the spec- tators. Oh! but the water! So enchant- ing did it prove that a score or more of stealthy brave comrades, ankle deep, chal- lenged the chilly waves. But it was great sport, for who would deny uthat forlbicly den sweets are sweeter still. Some of us showed great ability in plying oars, while others demonstrated steering a mo- tor boat with enviable distinction. But among the great attractions Miss Blos- somis sideshow is the most renowned. Snakey was there. twisting gracefully - about the gentle ladyis wrist, while being exhibited as a timid, harmless creature. A little later came the call for luncheon. It appeared like a continual relay race of coffee cups back and forth between the groups on the lawn and the porch. Short- ly a loud rumbling was heard in the vicinity. Two clogs hove in view, clis- puting over which one should have the cake. After a rather gory wrangling, matters were brought to a peaceful con- clusion. In the afternoon we indulged in less strenuous pastimes. Some sang, some read, some knit, some merely lolled, some chatted and grew better acquainted, for we had many a new friend with us the hrst of the year. Here and there we clustered beneath the pleasant shade of the yellow leaves. enjoying the comradeship, the stories. the jokes, and were entirely happv ancl contented. But holidays canit last forever, and soon we heard the in- evitable call to leave for the city. Reluc7 tantly we turned away from the scene. Were we tired? Yes! Were we hungry again? Yes! Were we sleepy? Very evidently! Were we happy? Entirely! isise? OLD GIRLS, PARTY FOR NEW GIRLS. Dramatis Personae. Perfect Principals-Charming, cele- brated Miss Carse; Smiling, sympathetic Miss Smith. Fond, frivolous Faculty. Noisy numskulls of Northrop-Funny, frightened Freshmen; Silly, saucy Sopho- mores; Jolly, ujostlingH Juniors; Stately. supercilious Seniors. Merry Musicians. ScenHAncient Estate of the Nor- thropians. Time-In Northrop, Year One. Synopsis. Act I. Curtain rises as the characters assemble. Timid Freshmen are meeting the mighty upper-classmen. The merry music starts up; the noisy numskulls of Northrop politely beg a turn with the frivolous Fac- ulty, and all is merriment. Act II. Curtain rises, disclosing an adjoining room of the mansion, where games are being playecl, 'superintend'ed by lovely am-b. Guessing games, foolish games, for those who delight not in utripping it lightly or in being trodden uncler foot. Here are the perfect principals imitating the lower animals most perfectly, and all is laughter. Act III. Curtain rises on a transformed class- room. Here the hostesses are serving bounteous refreshments along with cold Water and fresh air, and all are satisfied. Curtain falls showing a happy throng leaving for their cars. 'XQ e it What a beautiful evening! The stars shone brightly, the moon was full, and the weather--oh, the weather 'was just per- feet! This was to be the night of the long- planned hay-rack ricle of the Sophomores. We all met at Northrop to start on our ride, and at seven o'clock sharp the wagon drove up in front of the door. There was much rushing and scrambling to jump up- on the rack. Once off, we rode for about two hours, singing songs and giving school yells. Some of the teachers, chaperoning. told us interesting stories, and when the ride was half over, popcorn balls were passed around to all. When we got back to school, attractive refreshments were awaiting us tthough some of the sandwiches were forgottenl. After we had eaten and drunk our fill. we were invited over to the gymnasium to dance. We broke up and went home at ten olclock. .3 a 4+ The Alumnae Luncheon took place on November the twenty-fourth. There were about fifteen present. Most had come early to see the Junior School play or to visit classes. At twelve-thirty we all went over to the brick house for luncheon. It was arranged so that each tableful of girls had two or three of the Alumnae with them. Many of our old friends told us what they were doing now, and recalled olden days with all their pleasant mem- ories. Some of the Alumnae had not been back to the school since they attended it, and told us how the buildings had been changed. But all the alterations in the school had caused no change to the girls themselves; they were as warm and true friends as ever. e e On December eleventh Annette Bard- well, the president of the Sophomore Class, entertained the second year girls at a luncheon, which she gave at her home on Second Avenue. The decorations on the two long tables. Were pink and white, and a basket in the center of each held flowers in these shades. The little ladies which marked the places also carried out the same color scheme. After a delicious lunch the girls en- joyed a very pleasant afternoon, dancing and chatting. Page 65 On a blustery cold evening of Novem- ber a troupe of white clad horses with white clad mounts filed solemnly into the Armory riding ring. The leader carried a burning LU cross, and the rest fol- lowed two by two. Then came cowboys, an Indian squaw, a Charlie Chaplin, cut ting capers by standing on his head as he rode, hunters, a dazzling Mephistopheles, and all the various characters which make up a masquerade. After the contestants had paraded round and round and had been surveyed by both the audience and the judges, they were requested to line up. It was most diflicult to decide which was the best, but finally the prize-a toy horseawas presented to Mephistopheles. Another first prize, a jockey doll, was given to the white clad riders, and they galloped out of the ring joyfully, the leader carrying the doll. In case the reader might not know who these mysterious persons were. I will divulge the secret: they were the equestrians of Northrop School masquery ading as the Ku-Klux Klan, and the little jockey doll was christened Cyrus, Jr. a. as as One of the prettiest and most interest- ing affairs of Northrop School was a re- ception given by Miss Carse and the board of trustees on December the eleventh for the . parents of the girls attending our school. The decorations were especially effect- ive. Christmas trees and palms forming a background for clusters of red poinsettia, covered the usually barren walls of the gymnasium, while at one end of the room; was a model of the new school building; placed in an important position on a high pedestal. Throughout the other rooms were roses and carnations. The study hall and class rooms were decorated with the work of the various classes. As the evening progressed, the guests assembled in the gymnasium, while Miss Carse, with the aid of blue prints and the model, explained the plans of the new school which is to be begun in the springq As every one was interested in this, and as Miss Carse made the talk especially in- teresting, all listened with marked atten- tion. After Miss Carse's talk, refreshe ments were served. Finally, at about tene Page 66 thirty, the guests had all departed, and there had ended one of the prettiest par ties ever given at Northrop Collegiate School. Shortly before the Christmas holidays the school basketball team challenged the faculty to play a game. The answer soon returned; yes, they would play, pro- vided the game would be held in the school gymnasium, and that twenty-live cents admission would be charged. Thus the agreement was settled. At last the great day arrived; the fate ful hour was at hand. Crowds of peo- ple flocked into the gymnasium, and were stowed away, some on top of the piano, others on and under the benches, all eager- ly waiting to behold this rare spectacle. Ah! the shrill signal was sounding; the game was on. Each team was fighting hard' to keep its score above the other. Some of those on the faculty team, always accustomed to boys, rules, were badly handicapped; but, in spite of this, they put their best foot forward, and com- pelled the school team to do likewise. Miss Randolph made numerous long dis- tance throws; Miss Hadsell, likewise, in spite of a troublesome tooth, raised the score several notches. During the last half of the game the faculty team did much better work; and the score for a time looked rather doubtful; but the school team after a struggle finally won. Thus ended one of the most thrilling and interesting games that Northrop has ever seen. .3 +X4 y? There has seldom, if ever, been a long holiday that has not been preceded by some form of celebration. Perhaps, the sorrow of leaving school for so long a period causes the pupils to seek consola- tion for their grief. In accordance with this honorable custom the girls had re- hearsed and practiced with much inter- est Laurence Hausman,s liBethlehem, and were prepared to present it the Fri- day before vacation. In their regular school uniforms, brown and blue, the pupils marched down the center aisle of Plymouth Church, chant- ing old Christmas hynms. A slight sound resounded through the halls. Snap! Various were the translations of this iisnap of the lingers. For the players it meant, uTake your places on the stage, Get into your character, uStop talking ; for the angels, liStop singing ; and for the audience, Your long period of waiting is over. The curtains opened and one of the small girls from the lower school recited the well-known verses from St. Luke, the old story of our Christmas season. Soon the Prologue stood out between the curtains, and told the theme of the Christ- mas story. It was time for the play to begin. When the curtains parted, they clis- closed a field near Bethlehem, where a group of shepherds sat talking. In the first act the shepherds and later the three Wise Men interviewed the angel Gabriel. The second act showed them presenting their gifts to their new-found King. The spirit of the season was aided very much by the singing of old Christmas carols. After the last scene the school marched out chanting Hark the Herald Angels Sing.H The play was over; vacation had begun; not a girl had taken part but wished they might give the play again. a ax. a Two of the festivities that the Sopho- more Class have enjoyed this year were the sleigh-rides given by Mary Nash and Constance Zonne. In both cases large bobs with thick fur robes were drawn by four prancing steeds. Mary,s sleigh-ride took place on the cold, crisp afternoon of December seventeenth. The class Were in especially jubilant spirits, as it was the beginning of three weeks, vacation. They sang and yelled to their hearts' content. When the small bob that accompanied the big one upset, tumbling half the girls and two dignified members of the faculty into the snow-drifts, the other half were overcome with laughter. After refresh- ing themselves on chocolate and cakes at Mary,s residence, they all departed, not to meet again socially until Constance's party on March third. This sleigh-ride took place under the stars, and with a full moon illuminating the way. As next evening was the basketball tournament, the ride was spent in giving class yells and songs. Oh, how they practiced them for the coming event! Long before reaching the Zonnes, house every one of the class was so hoarse she could hardly speak. No sooner had they entered the house, however, than Helen Carroll, the queen rooter, who had been unable to attend the ride, met them, and kept them cheering, marching, and singing until it was time to depart. $1 +3 .5 At four o'clock on Tuesday after- noon, January the nineteenth, the faculty and the entire college class gathered in Miss Carse's office and the parlor for an informal tea. After Miss Carse had introduced the class, Mrs. Smith served: tea, and the girls assisted her. A sparkling fire in the fireplace added to the informality and pleasure of the afternoon. Each teacher became acquainted with each college girl by chatting with her for a few moments. By the time that all were ready to leave, Miss Carse, I think. felt that her aim in giving the tea was realized. are The motto of the Junior Class seems to be Quality not Quantity,n for though the entertainments have been few and far between, they have been most delightful. The best of these was a luncheon and Orpheum party, which was given on Jan- uary twentyyseconcl for the entire class by Lucille Ballard. Miss Carse and Miss Smith were invited, and everyone. including Edith Schibsby and Helen McLane, was there on time. Luncheon was served at twelve o'clock, so that everyone would be through in time to reach the Orpheum at about quarter past two. The girls were seated at small tables, which were scattered all through the rooms. In the'center of each table was a small bouquet of Mrs. Ward Roses. The class colors, orange and brown, were used throughout in table decorations. favors, and even in the ice cream. After the generous repast. the girls were con- veyed to the theater, where the after- noon was ended with a jolly entertain- ment. Page 67 At eight o'clock Friday evening, Jan- uary twentyaeighth, carriages, taxis, and private motors began rolling up in front of Corinne Dickey,s house. People on the avenue were in the windows watching the procession; the fdllowing clay one of these spectators asked me What it all was about. This was a question which I was only too willing to answer. HIt was,,, I began, the night of the Northrop School junior dance. Northrop School junior dance! she exclaimed. Yes, I replied, uthe first junior dance at our school for some time- llWe were not long in deciding where it was t obe held, either, for Mrs. Dickey was so generous as to offer her ball room. Of course, it is not necessary to tell you how we appreciated this, and :how de- lighted we were to have everything set- tlecl. uVVe had only to await the evening. Finally it arrived. About eight-thirty, one could scarcely hear herself think in the girls, dressing room. Everyone was talking at the same time. .. lIs your program fully asked one. iWhere is the pencil? shouted four or five in a chorus. The music has started,' said some. At this we all disbanded, and with our partners, marched to the ball room. After the second dance, the punch was served a la pail. When Mrs. Dickey saw this, she was very much shocked, but we all assured her that the pail only added to the delicious flavor. uRefreshments and dancing left us all satisfied that the evening had been a great success. , , gd- s:4- +14 Eleven olclock of Friday, the eleventh of February, school assembled in the Study Hall, ready to celebrate Lincoln,s birthday. It was also the day on which We welcomed Miss Carse's return from the East. The exercises opened by the school singing America. Following this, Evelyn Searle gave a very interesting re- view of Lincoln,s life. The third num- ber was a solo, liRed White and Blue, by Dolly Powers, while all joined in the chorus. Dolly took her position in the Page 68 front of the hall with a large flag on a pole. This she swung to and fro. It was really very refreshing, for it made a good fan, at least for those of us that sat near the front. The light over the desk of our assembly also became roused to patriotism, and tried to join the flag, but it was rescued by some kind teacher. The fourth number, The Story of a Penny, Was presented by Jean McHugh. Fol- lowing this, Miss Frances Smith,s little children gave us a selection of interesting anecdotes about Lincoln, which we all heartily enjoyed. uThe Battle Cry of Freedom was sung by the school; Jean Lam'b read I'The perfect Tribute ; Gene- vieve Smith held our thoughts by reciting for us uCaptain, Oh, My Captain! The program was closed by the school's sing- ing the uBattle Hymn of the Republic. is t? t? On the eighteenth of February, the young ladies of N-rthr-p Sch--l, an In- stitute for the Education and Enlighten- ment of the Young and Ignorant, gave a magnificent Ball in honor of His Ex- cellency, General Washington, and his stately spouse. Never had a more dis- tinguished Company been gathered under a single roof. Although only the gentler Sex were to be permitted to enter the portals of the stately Mansion, more than one gallant Gentleman bowed over fair lady,s hand, or led her in the proud meas- ures of the Minuet. His Excellency may Well be pleased by the splendor of the Company. The lively and witty D-lly M-d-s-n, the Toast of the town, swelled all hearts with envy at her wit and grace. Her noble spouse watched her tenderly, and seemed loath to let her from his sight. Captain J-hn Sm-th was present, an ever- devoted slave to his lovely Bride, whose descent from the noble Redskins was a continual source of admiration. She was quaintly clad in white leather, richly em- broiclered with heads, a Costume of un- doubted wearing qualities and extreme Elegance. Mr. B-nj-m-n Fr-nkl-n not only cleignecl to attend the Ball, but evenrto dance alike the stately Minuet and the jocuncl Fox-Trot. His tales of the French court, however, were but little in demand, for among the assembly were tso it is whispered'l several members of R-y-l F-m-ly who have attained peculiar Distinction by their deaths on the Scaf- fold. Shall we'dare to whisper that these were none other than their M-st R-yyl M-j-sties? They were rather nervously avoided by M. de L-f-y-tte, whose re- publican tendencies could not but make him something of a persona non grata to the two Personages. There were other Ladies of this most Splendid Nation present, among them a fair Marquise in black and white, who came unattended; but was soon surrounded by a flock of adoring Callants. A courtly French Duke in green silk was peculiarly at- tentive. Perhaps-aperhapsa-but We go too far. At the early hour of ten the Assembly broke up. The sedan chairs and cum- brous coaches crowded around the door. bearing away the gay throng. $4. .1. vf- THE JUNIOR PROMENADE During the afternoon of May fifth, dec- orators working busily,..changecl the gym- nasium from a bare, businesslike room, to a bower, where green smilax covered the walls, and palms and ferns and tall vases of white carnations banked in the corners. Along the top of the partition which en- closes the ofhce many glass bowls filled with shimmering gold fish were placed. A large tank of gold flsh formed the dec- oration for one end of the gymnasium. Behind these aquaria tiny colored electric lights added other touches of color to the scene. Suspended from the ceiling in gilt cages were canary birds, which burst into song at the opening strains of the or- chestra. The guests were received in the par- lors by Miss Carse, Mrs. Smith, Miss Eva M. Smith; Alice Frankforter and Miriam McHugh. The joy of the evening began with the first dance. Each person was provided with a program of white leather, on which the new seal of the schoolaused for the first time-ewas stamped in green and gold. This was consulted frequently during the sixteen dances and' four extras. Shortly after eleven olclock refreshments were served in the parlors, and by twelve all had departed. TEA AT 4:10 P. M. After a hard afternoon, nothing seems, perhaps, more pleasant and refreshing, to both teachers and girls, than to ad- journ to the brick house for tea. Mrs. Smith, our house mother, serves to all tea or special to suit their taste, and strange to say though many groups come and go, seems to remember 'just how many lumps each one takes. There is a gentle hum of conversation; most important things that have had to wait through classes are at last discussed. and those who thought perhaps they were too tired for a frolic, have quite changed their minds and forgotten their weariness. Beyond doubt, lltea is a popular insti- tution. Page 69 3111mm a$shnnl $116311 Ellife We began with Thanksgiving dinners and their families, jelly and fruit, canned goods and groceries, nuts and candy set- ting forth the more solid glories of chick- en, turkey or beef. hose of us who went in the motors to take the baskets to the scattered homes of our friends on the north side of town, will not soon forget it. The houses, often not more than cabins, to which we went, the difficult Polish, the mothers of the group running out with unintelligible thanks and' good wishes. were a wonderful experience to us. ' When Christmas came we had a new idea. This time we would play Santa Claus to the babies of the Unity House Day Nursery. First came the fun of select- ing each a baby from the list of queer foreign names, with stipulation as to age and sex, so that the gifts might be suitable and welcome. Then there was the tree to deck, the supper to provide and serve, the story to tell, and the grand march of the wee tots with Santa at their lead, to the dazzling scene of the distribution. These undertakings have led to others. One day we went to see our baby friends and' take them a globe of gold fish and a canary in a cage, For many weeks, first one and then another of us has been pro- vicling a dozen new laid eggs for a poor mother who has tuberculosis. The needs of the little French babies also called to us, and we have adopted one for our own; not to neglect what lies at our door, we have provided four bircl- houses for our neighbors among the trees. And the last of the year,s activities will include the presentation by the Eighth Grade to the Junior School of a set of story books, the money for which has been raised by the individual earnings of each girl in the class. Just before Christmas an exhibit was given of books and toys selected to suit the needs and tastes of the Junior School. Shortly after Easter, the primary de- partment gave a demonstration of work in which the kindergarten showed how block building affords not only an oppor- tunity for play and physical activity, but also a golden opportunity for thinking; the hrst grade dramatized their progress in reading; the second grade showed by keeping shop how arithmetic can be made a reality; and the third and fourth grades showed how the study of an industry gives material for live language work. Among our school fun, there has been the Halloween party with a Hansel and Gretel play by the Elementary Depart ment, the Valentine Day party, the cele- bration of Lincoln,s and Shakespeare's birthdays and the death of Julius Caesar ethe latter by his admirers in the Sixth Grade. We have held our Greek games, and presented the original play of Pen- elope in the Fifth. The Eighth has con- tested in two debates, on the burning ques- tions of Movies and the choice between Saturday and Monday for the weekly holiday. The afternoon play hour has become an institution; but it seems likely to be rivalled by a morning hour, so strong are the attractions of the new teeter- totter, the tether ball and other games set up on the grounds. The Festival which gathers up and closes the school year is described in a separate article. It has been a busy year, not to be rivallecl by the one which is to come, for we have learned how much happiness lies in these social times, and shall never be content without them. THE RESIDENTS When you are tired and spent, Come be a resident. 'Twill cheer you up and do away With all dull cares of the long day. Page 70 Wye a$3151.15 glfeetifml Shakespeare celebrations and May festivals and springtime all at once make a gala season. The Junior school has caught the fever-this special spring feverleand talk of costumes and char- acters, dancing and decoration, pageant and procession fills the air. Every girl in the school, from kindergarten to eighth grade, and every boy of the three pri- mary boys, is to take part in the festival in honor of Shakespeare and the season. Fair Oaks is to be turned for the day into a sixteenth century English park, and the spectators are to forget reality, and live for an hour in a land of dream children and fairies. The fete is opened by a Greek chorus, indispensable to pageantryethe freshe men thus contributing their part. They sound the keynote for us in a dance of spring. Then begins the festival proper, with the symbolic dawn of a May day. First is the dance of the morning fairies, tiny primary sprites in green, with little tinkling bells at the green tips of their caps, to make music for their dancing. Then the birds awake, and stir sleepily from the bushes; robin redbreast, bluea bird, tanager, and gold'hnch, with bright faces of our fourth grade. Their song grows cheerier, and they hop about, and even begin to make their early morning Hights, till, of a sudden, they are fright- ened away by the hilarious entrance of the Revellers. These merry village folk are awake and out of doors early for their Nlay-day revels. As they frolic before us, we catch a glimpse from beneath their jaunty hats of faces very like the sixth grade girls. Meantime the sun-a yel- low-haired, nine-year-old suneappears; and the flowers lift up their dowsy heads, their little faces-which we have known as the second gradeismiling from the heart of their pink and blue and yellow petals. Three protesting frogs hop out from their hiding-places, wondering what the confusion is all about, and complain- ing with every croakecroakeat being disturbed by these noisy mortals. And that is even worse for the poor, fat crea- tures, for in less time than it takes to tell it, they are surrounded by a laughing. tripping ring of school children. our erst- while fifth grade, now become playmates of Shakespeare, wide awake and ready for sport. The school children skip about till the ring breaks up from very merri- ment, and the three fat frogs seize the moment to hop away. Then the children begin to call for HWill! Will! their little leader, and presently comes in the lad himself; a slender boy Shakespeare in black velvet, with b-rOWn eyes ashine with sparkling thoughts. He plays with his comrades at their demand, but all the time we guess his thoughts are far away. And after a little, the children leave their games to gather the spring flowers. Then Will strolls apart, and we see the hgures of his imagination gather round him, one by one. Here are Rosalind and Celia, Au- drey and Touchstone, and many others of the beloved company, familiar to us as the people of the plays, and as our own eighth grade girls, too. They go through bits of pantomime, in their characteristic ways, moving with his thoughts, as he sits dreaming. Now comes the great event of the day,. the arrival of Queen Elizabeth and her lit- tle train, who are a transformed and very courtly seventh grade. As the great queen enters and sweeps across the green to a rustic throne, young Will is roused from his revery, and goes to make his obeisance to her. Then he presents to her his dream characters, as though he would sav that some day all he should do would ree dound to her glory. The characters, too, bow before her, and then in turn the school children, and even the birds and fairies and flowers present themselves be- fore the queen. Even Nature, you see, offers her children to Elizabeth in celebra- tion of the day. At last the Revellers rush in again, carrying their May-pole, and the May-pole dances, and Morris dances, and games go on, fast and furious. We may suspect one group of Morris dancers of being Northrop sophomores, but we forget their everyday identity for this hour. Page 71 When the games are over, and the queen has applauded the performers to their hearts, content, the day ends with a gay procession, led by the fairies, and brought up in state by Elizabeth. The long line of smiling faces and vivid cos- tumes winds away out of sight among the trees, and then, and then only, are the spectators allowed to realize that these were little and big children of our own school, playing at makeebelieve, on an early spring afternoon of nineteen six- teen! DIRECTION OF THE FESTIVAL. Primary management . . . ..... ............. Miss Frances Smith Intermediate management ..... .............. Miss Marion Lynne Dances and Games ............. .Miss Isabel Randolph Costumes ......... Miss Jean Russell ............ Miss Eleanor Hadsell Music and singing ...... Mrs. Brackett ............ Miss Brown .......... Pantomime A friend in need is a friend indeed. Page 72 $pnrt$ 0111111 OF F ICERS President . . . . MARJORIE. CURTISS Secretary MARGARET BAJ-RDWELL Treasurer . . CORINNE DICKEY Adviser . . . . . MISS ISABEL RANDOLPH SPORTS CLUB CONSTITUTION. FORM OF BY-LAWS. Preamble. Whereas, the need for some more sys- tematic effort to be made in conducting and encouraging sports in Northrop Col- legiate School, we have resolved to or- ganize a club for the purpose of support ing and supervising the various athletic and recreative interests. Article I. This club shall be called the Sports Club of Northrop Collegiate School. Article II. The object of this club shall be to pro- mote the athletic interests of the school. Article III. The membership shall include all stud dents from eighth grade through the cola lege department. Article IV. la The officers of this club shall be a President, a Secretary, and a TreaSu urer, who shall serve for one school year or until their successors are elected. tbl At the head of division of ath- letics there shall be a President under the supervision of the club President. Article V . An annual meeting shall be held three weeks after the opening day of school; other meetings shall be called by the President When she deems it necessary. Article VI. This constitution may be amended by a two-thirds vote, at any meeting, pro- videcl notice of such an amendment shall have been given in advance. Article I. Ul The President shall preside at all meetings of the club and be a meme ber of all committees and shall appoint all special committees. tZl In the absence of the President the Secretary shall perform the duties of the oHice. t3l The Secretary shall keep the minutes of the meetings of the club, and shall carry on the correspondence of the club and keep a list of the members. 00 The Treasurer shall be the 'cus- todian of the funds of the club, which shall be deposited in a bank designated by the President, and paid out only by the order or signature of the President. She shall keep an itemized account of all receipts and expenditures and present a full report at each meeting. ' Article II. Ul' Dues shall be one dollar a year, payable within two months from the time of the annual meeting. Members whose dues are unpaid after time designated shall be fined live cents for each additional week. A Article III. Ul The election of officers shall be held at the annual meeting; nominations shall be from the Hoor; elections by secret ballot; majority of votes cast, by those present, shall be necessary to elect. tZl No person shall be eligible to an office for more than two consecutive years. Article IV. These by-laws may be amended at any regular meeting, notice having been given, and a two-thirds vote of those present shall be necessary for the adop- tion. Constitutional Committee, KATHERINE BARNARD. FAITH BRONSON. MARY ROACH. Page 74 MARJORIE CURTISS. a gitgletim Our athletic interests of previous years have been greatly enhanced this year by the capability of our instructor to insure interest and enthusiasm among us. She has worked with us patiently and dili- gently. and the result. is that we are more inclined toward outdoor exercise than we have been heretofore. Interclass basketball games tinclud- ing for the first time the eighth grade, whose splendid team deserves honorable mentionl have been, if possible, more popular than usual; each team having a group of staunch supporters, full of real spirit, and well supplied with yells and songs to cheer them on to victory. The F ollowing is the interclass score records: 8th Grade vs. FreshmeneSth Grade, 26 to 6. . 8th Grade vs. FreshmeneBth Grade, 18 to 13. 8th Grade vs. SophomoreseSopho- mores, 37 to . 8th Grade vs. SophomoresaSopho- mores, 35 to 12. Juniors vs. Seniors-Juniors, 28 to 6. Juniors vs. SeniorseSeniors, 24 to 1 7. Juniors vs. Seniorsajuniors, 37 to 34. Tournament scores Uuniors school championsl : Juniors vs. SophomoreseJuniors, 21 b 17. Odds vs. Evenstvens, 27 to 9. Those girls chosen to represent Northrop in the basketball field were: Corinne Dickey, J. C.; M. curtiss, S. C.; 'M. Bardwell, F.; Lois Nash. F.; Dot Brown, J.; Elizabeth Abbott, J. Sub- stitutes were, respectively: Rowene Light, Missy Crosby, Mate Wells, Mabel Church, Edith Schibsby. Betty Waite and Mary Huntington tEighth Gradel. This team defeated the St. Paul Church Club girls by a score of 32 to 14. They also challenged several other schools, but owing to conflicts in dates no other out- side games were played. However, the most exciting game of the entire season was the game between the Faculty and School Team. Those on the Faculty Team were: Miss Balch, J. C.; Miss Randolph, S. C. talso forwarcD; Miss Hadsell, F.; Miss O,Brian, F.; Miss Russell, C., and Miss Aves, G. They were finally defeated by the girls. but not before they had put up a splendid fight; many startling GU plays were made by both teams. Basketball was not the only sport dura ing the winter which served asya recreative pastime. There were the weekly splashes in the pool at the Y. W. and excellent skating, while it lasted, on our own rink, as well as bob rides and tobog- gaming. With spring came the fever for base- ball, the great American game, the game that held sway until the close of the school year. Brevet, 'tether-ball, ten- nis, quoit throwing and marbles also be- came sports of interest. Following a Sports Club meeting, in the latter part of April, a tennis tourna- ment was planned and drawn up. Play began about May 3rd, with the courts in splendid condition. Each class, from the Eighth Grade through the College department, was entered, and the cham- pion declared Field Day when the finals were to be played. Hike Day was planned for April 29th, but owing to bad weather it was post- poned until about May 20th. Those eligible walked five miles between March lst and the original Hike Day date. The hike itself was to be about six miles, to Nine Mile Creek and along the trail. After a delightful luncheon it was planned that games be played, baseball especially, then the return should be made so as to reach the cars by Eve dclock at the latest. On Field Day there are to be, aside from the usual dashes, relays and jump- ing, march tactics, the leader to be one of the girls, and drill her companions; ball throws, for form and distance: quoit contest; competitive dancing, between classes, each class having made up its own dance; baseball game, and the ten- nis fmals. . Next year, of course, we will have a wider, more extensive held open to us on our new campus. We are to have a fall tennis tournament, basketball out-of- cloors all winter, if possible; field hockey, archery, and numerous other new, splen- did advantages. Page 75 TOAST TO THE RIDING CLUB Trot, trot, trot, Canter, canter, canter. Who rides? Northrop rides. W-e-ll Ra-w-thaer. eGay Walton, ,15 President . V ice President Secretary-Treasurer . . . OF F ICERS KATHERINE BARNARD . HELEN GILKEY CORINNE DICKEY NORTHROP RIDING DAY. tTune: Jovial Cobbler, 1783 I. Ye gentle maids of Northrop, ome one and all today, See gallant steeds ayprancing, Hear sound of bugle gay. What is the crowd that gathers On Kenwoodls grassy mead? Chorus. Friends so true Coming to view Northropls Riding Club today. tRepeat ChorusJ II. Octoberls skies above us, Octoberls breezes blow, Still cling the leaves all russet, Still free the ground from snow. 'Ere Winter cold and dreary Hath numbed our sporting blood. Chorus. Here,s to the Girls, Herels to the Girls, Here's to Northrop Riding Club. tRepeat ChorusJ III. Come forth ye staunch beginners, - Come forth ye classes all, And when your trial is over We'll wait the Cup-Class Call. See now our fair young champion, We cheer her as she comes. horus. Comes for the Cup, With pride lift it up, With three cheers for Northrop School. tRepeat Chorusl Elizabeth Carse. RIDING CONTEST At two-forty-five in the afternoon of October twenty-ninth the annual Riding Contest took place on the Parade Grounds. The sun was shining, the band was playing, and a large, enthusiastic crowd of onlookers was wandering about over the little knoll, waiting for the con- test to begin. The contestants rode around in a ring which was marked off by tiny American flags. On the Judges stand in the cen- ter were two beautiful loving cups-one presented by Mrs. A. R. Rogers to the Senior School, and the other presented to thle lJunior School by the Northrop Sports 11 . The hrst thing on the program was a parade, with the officers of the club lead- ing and the others following two by two. Moving picture men were hopping about taking pictures of it at all angles, and this added to the general feeling of sup- pressed CH excitement. The affair went perfectly, so that the little house that had been secured for use in case of an accident, was unneeded. After the last class had been judged, the girls rode away, some bearing laurels and others only smiling faces, for all the girls were good losers as well as good winners. Page 77 The following is a list of the contestants in each class and the winners: I. BEGINNERS CLASS. MAUD ANDREWS HELEN BLAKE ALICE BEST MARGARET LIGHTHALL VIRGINIA HOOD KATHRYN JACOBSON F ERN SMITH RUTH PFLAUM MARGARET BALTUFF Winners. 1. HELEN DRENNEN Z. MARGARET LIGHTHALL 3. MAUD ANDREWS II. THREE-GAITED CLASS. Senior School. Contest for Mrs. A. R. Rogers, cup College. HELEN MILLER Seniors. KATHERINE BARNARD HELEN GILKEY FAITH HALL Juniors. CORINNE DICKEY HELEN DRENNEN FRANCES FRIEDMAN SUE MCFEE RUTH MASSIE Sophomores. ELIZABETH ABBOTT MARGARET CROSBY , RUTH HULL ELIZABETH WAITE MARY WELLS HELEN CARROLL Freshmen. JEAN ANDERSON EVELYN . SEARLE ROSEMARY ZONNE Winners. 1. JEAN ANDERSON 3. KATHERINE BARNARD 2. FAITH HALL III. THREE-GAITED CLASS. Junior School. Kbntest for cup presented by Northrop Sports Club. MARJORIE ANDREWS Page 78 MARION COUPER MARY HEFFELFINGER KATHERINE SEARLE GRACE VELIE JOSEPHINE VELIE Winners. I GRACE VELIE 2. MARION COUPER 3 JOSEPHINE VELIE IV. TROTTI N G RACE. Senior School. ELIZABETH ABBOTT HELEN GILKEY RUTH MASSIE EVELYN SEARLE JEAN ANDERSON FAITH HALL HELEN MILLER BETTY WAITE Winners. 1. ELIZABETH ABBOTT 2. HELEN GILKEY 3. JEAN ANDERSON V. TROTTING RACE. Junior School. MARJORIE ANDREWS MARY HEFFELFINGER GRACE VELIE MARION COUPER KATHERINE SEARLE JOSEPHINE. VELIE - Winners. 1. MARION COUPER 2. GRACE VELIE 3. JOSEPHINE VELIE VI. FIVE-GAITED CLASS. Senior School. HELEN GILKEY KATHERINE BARNARD SUE MCFEE Winners. I. KATHERINE BARNARD 2. HELEN GILKEY 3. SUE MCFEE JUDGES. MR. L. A. LARAMEE MR. L. S. CHARLEBO-IS MR. GEORGE A. KINGSLEY u r !? iiiiiiiiiiiii: $332431 BASKET BALL OFFICERS Manager . . . . . . . . MARGARETBARDWELL Captain . . . . . . . . . . MARJORIE CURTIss A 1 . , Page. SI F ORMULAS F OR SPORTS. Riding-A good mount + tight girth -- a sharp bit and tight reins : easy, comfortable riding. V Basketball-wA good Center X team work + coolness-. - a basket. Swimming-A good stroke a- fear -I- endurance + speed es a race won. Hockeye-Good stick -l- quick passes X good skating - I goal. Baseball-A good eye + a good run X a good ball: a home run. TenniswA good serve X strokes + endurance : a set. ShootingwA good gun + steady aim X keen eye 2 a bird. Sailing-A good boat + a windy day X able handsz'a good tack. Canoeing-A light canoe + a swift current X seat of cushions 2 Heating comfort. C amping-An ideal spot + eats X A No. l weathere a bed of downzthe life. Oh, I forgot croquet--oh, no, I forgot, that isn,t a sport, that is a spot on sports. PHYSICAL EXAMINATIONS. Soft tapping on the door. iss R.: uCome 1n. Victim Ibadly frightenecD: for my exam e- Miss R.: HOh, yes! 2:l5, um! Miss Curtiss, will you please give her a robe and explain to her just what to do. Stub tMiss Curtissl: Yes, Miss Randolph. tAside to victiml: uCome on.H Unstructions follow. I Take these gowns LU; put one over your head; the other around your waist; you may leave on your stockings; put this coat on when you are ready and then come into the ofl'ice. IA few minutes elapse. l Victim: :1 m ready, Miss Randolph.H Miss R.: uAll right! Come in! Will you give Miss Curtiss your name, age and class? Victim: Stub: I came Let me see, 111 be seventeen in May. Sixteen. Victim: uI am in-- Stub: iiSophomore class. blotter vigorously. I Miss R.: HWill you stand up here please; heels to the bar, head up; 6l. 5. ow on the scales. Victim: Oh, I've been just dying to be weighed. Miss R.: l25-2.4; about-a Stub: l22.6. IAccurate subtrac- tion after hard mental workJ MiSs R uStand here; face the wine dow and close your eyes, tight, and tell me the minute you hear my watch.H IApplies that makes it Victim: HI hear it. ITurns around expectantly, as if she should be applauded for her keen sense of hearing. I Miss R HNow the other side. Victim: Gs disconcerted by passing. street car noisel: Oh, I just canit de- tect it. Miss R.: HTry again. Victim: uI hear it now. Miss R.: Hearing 0. K. Now come over here and sit beside me.H ISi- V lence follows, broken only by the dehant tick of the marvelous contrivance called ua stop watch, which slowly ticks off the pulse beats of the victimJ Victim: tafter watching the watch a few secondsl: ,Oh what a funny watch; what makes it do that? Miss Icounting pulse beat. vouches no replyl: u89. IGoes over to the sperometer and inserts a mouth- piece into the tubel: This is great fun; everyone likes this. Take a deep breath, place this in your mouth, and blow hard.u IVictim takes deep breath; puts mouthpiece to her lips and blowsJ Miss R.: HI40. You can do bet- ter than that. Try again. Victim Iswells up again, loses half of her breath and becomes frustrated, and stammersl: 'th, mayn,t I do i-t again? Miss R.: HISO . Pretty good. ICoes over to case for contrivance to measure breadth of chestJ Thisswill be cold Victim: Oh I should say it is; b-r-rer! , Miss R.': 6.5. tLooks bewildered. then toward Miss Curtiss expectantlyJ Page 83 Stub: uHeart next!n Miss R Oh, yes! Sit facing me, please. tTests victim,s circulating mo- iiNow stand up 9 tor With stethescopeJ and run in place for about a minute, tSignal for Miss Curtiss to grab a watch and keep tab on the victimJ tVictim starts out at a good pace, but soon wants to stop and gather hair pins or straighten the rug. Why? Sure- ly not because of lack of enduranceJ tSilence again except for the deep breathing of the now thoroughly cowed victimj Miss R.: Heart 0. K. Have you ever had any trouble with your tonsils, adenoids, etc? Victim lenthusiasticallyl: uOh, I,ve had 'em out. Miss R.. uHave you? When? Victim: HOh, I was a-about, oh, near- ly five, I guess. . Miss R.: uEver had any contagious diseases or operations? ictim: lTve hacl measles. , Miss R.: How old were you? Victim: I don't remember, but my sister was about five then. U-Im! will there ever be anybody homeU Miss R.: liStancl on both feet, just naturally as you always do. Have you ever had any trouble with your arches? Victim: iiNo, except once in a while if I run too much it hurts here lpointmg to her Tibraliceanticusl. Miss R.: Mm! What sort of shoes do you wear? Victim: llI have to wear high heels.H Miss R.: Did the doctor say you should? Victim: Well, no, but--H Miss R.: uAh! tDenotes an Xi on the victim's examination oardJ Now stand facing the mirror, please; stand just as you do naturally. L. S. R. H. H. lMiss Curtiss scratches dili- gentlyJ uAll right! Ever had any trouble with your teeth? aaroceeds to peruse the masticating cavity of said victimJ lVictim nods head, noJ Miss R.: Are you having them tend- ed to regularly? tVictim again nods head, but in the aermativeJ Miss R.: iiAll right! That's all. Come to me later for the vision test. uThat is all, 'thank you, Miss Curtiss. lStub walks out, and softly closes door; bolt is shot to immediately; one more examination has been completeClJ A HYGIENE LESSON. Caste: Instructress. of girls in gym bloomers. Setting: The gymnasium. Benches arranged in semi-circle,-the only seen- ery. Orderly array Act 1, Scene I. Inst.: Although young girls were not made to live in the water. nevertheless, for the comfort of our fellowmen, it is necessary that you acquire the habit of taking a Saturday evening bath, even if: tUniversal groans from studentsJ Edith: Is it all right to use Pear's Soap? ' Inst: Keep the fact in mind also, that gum aids digestion, although somewhat extravagant, for one person thoroughly exhausts its potency. Page 84 Save up your dollars, instead of squandering them in delicatessen shops, and use them to good advantage in the preservation of health. Science of late has discovered that movies are of great use in quickening the eyesight. This fact should not be for- gotten in the daily routine of studying. tNoise from withoutJ Enter Stub, water wagon and glasses. uCuulp! Splash! Drinking has be- come a habit and pleasure at Northrop. The falling of a bench causes an in- terruption. Inst: Time is up; all take showers or a rub-clown. The End of a Perfection Class. . . Wm Enrihmp Elnmrsa WHOS WHO IN THE HIGH SCHOOL Most All-round Gir1 Margaret Bard- well. Most Dignifled-Isabelle Van Gieson. Most Independent MabeI Church. Most Emotional-Helen Carroll. Most Punctilious-Elizabeth Abbott. Most Original-Edith Schibsby. Most Candid Margaret Simpson. Most Conscientious Miriam Mc- Hugh. Most Studious-wCharlotte Lindley. Most Irrepressible Alice Wheel- wright. Most Loqu'acious Blanche Condy. Most Athletic- Stub Curtxss. Most Executive-Jean Lamb. Most Tactful--Alice Best. Best Groomed-Miriam McHugh. Most Womanly Lois Nash. WHOS WHO IN THE EIGHTH Best All-around Cirl--Eugenie Cros- by. Most Studious Katherine Jordan. WittiestuKatherine Searle; Politest-Marjory Andrews. Noisiest-Blanche McRae. Happiest Margaret Dewey. Kindest--Katherine Jordan. Tallest-Blanche McRae'. Thinnest-Lorraine Thomas. Most Untidy-Eighth Grade Window Seat. Neatest-Ruth Bovey. Most Punctilious- E. Howard and J. Sc'hureman. Most ConventionaI Katherine Searle. Most Dignifled-Jean McHugh. Dreamiest Sarah Mathews. Girl with the Most Class Spirit-E. Crosby. Best Athlete -Eugenie Crosby. Next Best Class-Sophomores. AND IN THE SIXTH GRADE. Most Popular-Josephine Velie. Best Dancer Eleanor Blakeley. Most Ta'lkative-Margaret Van Till- burg. Most Clever-Elizabeth Melone. Best Speller Elizabet'h Hartzell. Page 86 Best Athlete Mariovn Couper. Most Attractive -Margaret Van Til- burg. Dreamiest--All of us. Jolliest Eleanor Blakeley. Best Singer-M.arion Couper. aha $thunl CAutiinn tBy the SophomoresJ uSilence! Silence!n cried D- P-. the auctioneer, as she mounted a chair and pounded loudly for attention, using a chair spindle as a gavel. Now,,, as the room became quiet, Hthe first article we have to auction off will be fine for everyone; it,s a sweater. If you've lost one, this is your best chance to replace it cheap; if you lhaven,rt lost one, youlre sure 'to, sooner or later, and preparation prevents accident. Here,s a chance for everyone. uFive cents!n Ten cents! l lTwenty-live ! l , HIs it going at that? Who bids fifty? Fifty! One dollar! The sweater was awarded after much scrambling to M- J-, though H- De just missed it by two cents. We were having, it may be well to in- form you, our annual auction sale of the thousands of lost articles that drift in to the school oflice. If any girl recognized anything as hers she could redeem it for twenty-live cents, otherwise it fell to the highest bidder. The proceeds went to swell the Tatler fund. uCome on, clonit crowd so, continued the auctioneer. Listen! Me Ca-E examination mark in Geometry, going to the highest bidder. If the buyer aclds it to her own work, she will succeed in mak- ing an excellent showing. Great foresight on the part of the buyer!H nFive cents? cried M- N- en- thusiastically, because if she received it, once in her life her mark would be about one hundred and eighty-live. Ten cents, pronounced a meek little voice in the back of the room, but all counter-biddving was in vain; M- C--ls mark went to M- e- for ninety-hve cents. Here are three empty pocket-books. The cards inside show they all belong to the same girl; I pity her if she wants to Page 88 retain them; twentyvlive, let,s see, fifty, seventy-tive all told. If Me 5- wants her pocket-books srhe,d better hurry, or they will be auctioned off? The auctioneer paused for breath, and glanced quickly over the schooilroom to the place where M-e S-sat deep in thought as to what she should do,-- spend a months allowance or face the wrath at home. Evidently she would rather spend the allowance, for she now spoke with reluctant voice: uVVel'l, I guess I had better buy them back. She got slowly to her feet and walked sadly up the aisle. lAfter giving her money to the girl in charge of the pay box and receiving the pocket-books, she groanecl and went sorrowfully back to her seat amid laughter. When the noise had somewhat sub- sided the auctioneer began again: I have something quite new to offer you now. Guess. A new method of spelling, very original; guaranteed not ana other one like it in the world. I have the owner's permission to sell it-curi-ous that she wants to part with it. Who wants itPt. The bidding started in with five cents, going up to fifty. Who said fifty? fairly screamed the auctioneer. I, answered a plump girl with a happy, round, rosy-cheeked face. uAll right, C-- L-, come up and get it. You have with this new method of spelling a few zeroes also which you will hereafter receive in English. If I Were you, I would go and congratulate MeWe- for getting rid of it. Shouts of laughter greeted this state- ment. ' What did you say, M- Ca? You want to know if there are any dancing slippers Jto be auctioned off? queried the auctioneer of a slim, fair-haitred girl; Hand to think! it was rumored that you hate dancing. Set your mind at rest, dear girl; there is a pair 0, blue satin slippers here, Which resemble those Cin- derella must have worn to the ball. Girls, shall We let M- C-- have them for tWentyyflve cents? Yes, yes, let her have them, came from every throat. Blushing very much, and mumbling her thanks, Me- C- received the beloved slippers. ilT'he next things we have to sell are two beautiful voices. If anyone here has ever heard R- H- and E-a A- sing, she must 'have been envious of the sweet quality of their tones, Which rivals that of the famous peacock! Only think! these same two voices for sale. Quick, a throng of purchasers! HFive cents!H bid He 5-. uTen! cried R- Z-e. t Twenty-live, trilled H- C.. and 6- Pe together. The auctioneer smiled; We will let them go at twenty-five, one each to He- Ce and G- Pa; how it will delight Mrs. B- to have two of her nightingales turned into peacocks.H Who would like to buy some untidxi- ness, found in the Senior Room? A- Fa? Did you say you need some? Oh! I beg your pardon, you said to Charge it to the Assembly Room desk tops and go on with the auction? The auc- tioneer giggled. uVVe have now some practical clothes, she resumed When she had recovered her gravity. HHow much will you bid? What! no one wants them? Well, then, I will buy them, and give them as a pres- ent to Be' C-. HNow our'next article is very, very precious. It,s an-A report. Come, J- Fe, you are not getting along very well. You need another A, I am sure. Or M- McH-, how about you? Well, well, you're beginning to bid at last. Good. Keep it up. Going. going, gone to Fe B- for fifty cents. Then the auctioneer brought forth a box of gentleness, Which, she said, was guaranteed to make the purchaser as gentle as any lamb. Fe Sp- and Be- Webicl warmly for it, but D-- Bs- got it for a fabulous sum. llNext, said the auctioneer when the eyes of the school were turned from D- Be, who had been trying on her new purchase with many blushes, next, I have a very useful book donated by L- Na. It,s a dictionary of long, pleasing words, mostly strange to you girls. Who thinks she will need this? WTen cents, said Ce Z-. iiFifteen, said Be C-. . O, Itwentyvlivef, called R- L--. uDonit let this remarkable book go for twenty-flve cents! Someone say thirtyf, iiI will, said M- Ja. Forty, bid R- Lu; iiancl Mary, Illl let you use it.,, All rig'ht,H assented M- J-, HIlll let you have it then. iiCirls, look here, resumed D-- P-; usomething Very usefulea pair of handcuffs. T'heylre fine for all the girls who gesture while talking. At this B- C- called, u1,11 say fifteen.H uTwenty, said Me- B--. Thirty, called L-- Ne. 0, please let me have them for thintye live, pleaded B- C-- desp-airingly. I just spent all but thirty-flve in having three pairs of glasses fixed. iiWIait, said De- P-; going for thirty-five; going- 0, no, said Me Be, I say forty. Fovrty-flve, said Le Ne. iiFifty, sighed M- Be, and the handcuffs were handed to her. The auction continued with much laughter. The last thing to be auctioned off was a giggle. Many were the guesses as to Who was the lawful owner. Sus- picious characters were Me- S-, Ce De, 3-- Se, Ea 5..., Te- U-. and F-- 1-1:. After much discussion De P-e- had a bright idea. She set down all the names and fined each girl a quarter for the good of the cause. Over in one corner was a strange sight after the auction. M- Ce- was de- lighting a small 'audience with some quaint dance steps; Me Be had on her handcufls, and consequently could talk only with difliculty; Be A- was convtentedly trying a few high notes; and -- Ne was giving R- Le a lesson from the book. In fact nearly everyone was pleased with her bargains. Page 89 w? 2:353, 5, m 33mm 333qu21 $32113an Elf Faith Hall forgot to lose her glasses? And Alice Frankforter wasn,t late for classes? If Katherine Barnard once was mute? And Edith and Jean were tall and cute? If Isabelle's letter didn,t come? And Grace, Helen and Ferry forgot their gum? If Edith Apple-by stopped asking for dough ? And Dolly Powers didn't talk about her beaux? 1f Margaret Turner was full of grace? And Lois and Mabel didn't have such a case? If Grace would venture to ride a horse? And Alice Best would become very coarse? If Marian McDowell was never caught natppin,.3 And if all this were true, just what would happen? LATIN IV. Lighthearted Seniors with merry eyes, Send shouts and cries to the very skies. In Latin class, primed for every day, Bold discussions raise. without delay, Why those lines the poet. Virgil, wrote? F or poor school girls to translate and quote; Of cruel wraths of gods, and Fates that be, Of floods of tears, and great storms at sea. For this hero, we have no pity, Driven forth from the Trojan city. To found a race. on Hesperian shore, ' Mingled with trouble, and woe, and war. Sorrowing about his present lot, Next in turn the little red book, Miss Tuxbury lovingly took, Now our classmates with looks of woe, llry to recite what they do not know. At last the Ibell'with its merry call Summons us back to the study hall. Again we are happy, jolly, and gay, No more Latin for another day. Queen Dido and Ann he quite forgot, Until in Hades at last they met, The fated time to forgive and forget. Not so with Dido, she spurned him there, Straight through Aeneas she dared to glare. Page 91 $nm2 $eninr agittuwa By the Artful Aid of Alliteration. LizeLong, lean and lanky. jean-Juclicial, jocuncl and jolly. FrdnlzfortereFar-famed for her fiction. Alice B.--Altruistic and amiable to all. 4Mabel-Malice and magnanimity are mingled in her many moods. DollyeDangerously daring and debonair, and a dear to one. EditheEasygoing, endowed with excessive effervescence, enrichenecl by wit. Mary WieMaidenly of manner and mien, but with a mutilating tendency. Faith H .eF abricator in fancying faintness to fill lack of foresight in recitations. TurnereTalk on her tongue, talent in her toes. FerrelleFat of form and fair of face. There is a young girl here named Best, Who never does flunk in a test; When she went for a ride, Oh, you boolby, 'she cried, ' As the horse galloped off with our Best. There is a square damsel named Jean, Who makes us with envy turn green When she walks down the aisle With her sweet little smile, This dear little LU girl named Jean. There is a girl here named Edith, She wears tortoise glasses to see with; She's a joke and a half, For she makes us all laugh, This strapping, big maiden named Edith. There is a young maiden named Grace, Who is blessed with a beautiful face; She,s dark, tall and grim And lean, lank and slim, This beautiful maiden named Grace. bawwbs; . Page 92 There is a fair princess named Nash, Who has never been known to be rash; But she swallowed an apple, And fainted in chapel, This shocking young maiden named Nash. There is a young lady named Dolly, ' Who repeats all her jokes like a Polly; She is buxom and fair, And has golden hair, This flirtatious young damsel named Dolly. There is a young lady named Ferrell, Who one day was in great peril; In the store she was spotted, And to Miss Carse was trotted, This penitent maiden named Ferrell. Therefs a tranquil girl here named Church, Who oft in her Virgil doth search; But knowledge so deep, Doth put her to sleep, This gentle young girl named Church. w; . a NrPP?N?W+ri A prize35 will be offered to the first ten students who guess tbefore turning to the key, page IOU the last name of the Northropite suggested by each of the fol- lowing terms: A Chant 21. Basements Illumination e 22. A Superior Monk A Corridor 23. A Soft Sound An Illuminated Corridor 24. A Place of Worship Devotion 25. Wieners An Exclamation 26. Donkey Deley 27. Not in Bonds Springs 28. I Am' from New York A Brotherly School Famed As: A Bonnet 9 A - - A Kind of Pigeon 30' A 3:33 A Gallinaceous Bird ' . 31. A Poet A Favonte Color . M 32. A Premdent orose . .. n Unexcelled 33. A Charecter 1n Mother Goose The Flower of a Plant 34. A Clty 1n Massachusetts Meekness 35. A Maker of Barrels Forces 36. A Maker of Wheels A Contrary Current of Air 37. A Worker in Metals. A Projection from the Wall 38. A Keeper of Mills $The prize will be a free trip to the new site of N. C. S. Page 95 Q, s S? f5? U Enrihmp $thnnl ?lmtthwn Cmenu Carse Supreme Moody Cavxar Wurst Frankforter Stuffed Appleby Best Delight Ferry Frazel Faith Surprise Preserve Order Adventure, a la Senior Room Scrambled Turner Filet de Andrews Garnished Light Entrees Smith, au Naturel Nash Garniture Poetique Randolph au Young Roach Humoresque Shaw Owo stylesi Deviled iiStub To Order Smith Randolph Balch Eddy Hadsell Seymour Blossom Tuxbury Schulz Russell O,Brian Entrements Creme Dickey Diminutive Schibsby Purdy Eclair Van Cieson Bombe Wells Pout Clauce de Pinkie? A MENTAL VICTORY. When Lois NashiecD her teeth did Algebra? Wils Florence Purdy? Appleby. If Jean is fat is Car-lene? If Maryfsi WiK'sison who is Jacoszison? If there,s a New-ton of Frankforters, where is Marsti Roach? No, but If Grace is Moody is Bal-tuH? If Margaret Lovdsi does Waite? . If Franc-isiaiFriedman who would Bisbee? Does He-gard the Bard-well? If Wheelwrightisi to Blake would the boys Carrol? If happy -Bis-bee would Margaret Cros-by? Betty iExplanation given upon request. Page 97 SMITH'S. The subject of this story is a well- known place situated on Nicollet Ave- nue, where, at a certain time each after- noon, quantities of people stream through its doors. As one enters, tiny round tables, each supplied with a telephone, are visible; and nearly all the walls are covered with mirrors. Indeed, the effect at first is startling, for the shop looks as if it extended for blocks. These mir- rors afford a good deal of amusement also, because when new patrons enter, they invariably exclaim at the spacious- ness of the hall, and then proceed to bump into the glass. The tables are filled with customers,-giggling school- girls, dignified matrons, nudging youths, staid spinsters and, here and there, an old gentleman drinking his afternoon tea. The rattling of the dishes and tinkling of glasses, combined with the hum and buzz of conversation, produces a terrific confusion. Here is a bit of their talk: uSay, Ethel, that movie was great. wasnit it? uWaitress, I ordered one hundred and ten, not this.H HHello, hello! Yes, two. twenty-nine and thirty-one. No, not two orders of twenty-nine Owol one order of two, twenty-nine. That,s right tLet me add for the sake of the inexperienced that the telephones are used for sending in the orders, which are numberedQ Jim, look at that girl over there! No, the one to your right.H uYes, Mrs. King, I always believe in cooking carrots at least an hour. They are more digestible andah etc., etc. Alas, alas! The quantities of ice cream, smothered in chocolate, and topped off by bananas, nuts, and marshmallows, to say nothing of the fancy drinks, which are sold in this famous place, would have shocked our grandmothers of by-gone days; but in spite of this, Smithis will always be a favorite haunt! VERS LIBRE. Isnit it fun to be a poet? All my life live longed to be one; But now I can say anything I want to, ' And say it any way I want to, And its all due to that wonderfully ac- commodating Free Verse. If you want to write about cows, Or the cellar door by moonlight, Or what your neighbors do, even if you think they shouldn,t do it, You can make a poem of it, And send it to HThe End of the Year, Or any other high-brow magazine, And they will print it for you, And give you a nice, fat check besides. Oh! how I lOVe writing poetry. Page 98 F. H.316. aye. t7 tx J . 3 Juli; , 11' ,z FAMILIAR SAYINGS. Miss Russell: When the class is ready I am ready. Miss Hoppock: h'Write this verb ten times and hand it in tomorrow. Miss Tuxbury: HReally, how long did you spend on this lesson? Eugenie Crosby: Will the meeting please come to order.H Ruth Bovey: Margaret Dewey, will you do this? Elizabeth Douglas: uOh! Stube bliss-a Katherine Searle: HIt's nothing in my young life. Lorraine Thomas: uBeans a n d pickles! I don,t know. uSh-h-h-h-h girls! Everybody Marjorie Andrews: Miss Hadsell: Mrs. Brackett: please.' Betty Carnahan: It might shock the natives. Miss Balch: Margaret Dewey: sing, uClear girls? hYes, Ruth.H Wouldn,t it seem queer to see: Blanche McRae not whispering? Margaret Dewey not giggling? Lorraine Thomas fat or Betty Cama- han thin? The two Howards not dressed alike? Katharine Searle without an engage- ment? Janet Schureman late or Lorraine Thomas on time? Eugenie Crosby without all the votes or Sarah Mathews not asleep? Mary Huntington and Blanche Mc- Rae not wanting to play basketball? Or Ruth Bovey and Margaret Dewey wanting to? Eleanor Couper not with Elizabeth Howard? Elizabeth Douglas Thomas not quarreling? Or the whole class stupid? and Lorraine IN A LIGHTER VEIN As the faculty appears to the students just now: N apoleonic, O ptimistic, R esourcefully T actful and H elpful, but R elentless O rpheum-despising People. As the students appear to the faculty just now: C onceited, O bstreperous, L unatics, L acking E verything G iven I ndividuals. A spiring to rue E ducation. What we hope the community thinks of us: 5 chool for girls C arrying out H igh ideals O f trustees and O f principal. Another uL ight to the city and to the world. tWith apologies to BlakeJ Wouldn,t it seem odd if: We didn't have to pay dues? Senior Room was in order? E. bcmbsby missed a basket? Gym piano was in tune? No slang was allowed? We didn,t have to write themes? One of the clocks kept time? Stub didn't wear a middy? . Miss Seymour didn,t ring the bell on time? 10. Margaret Turner's cough were OeN99+ri H. Our team were defeated? 12. There were no lost bloomers, ties, etc., wails from the gym? Page 99 theerfull 333mg 393131? Cheer up, my dear, exams severe Come to us only twice a year. While boys of Blake For their schoolis sake, Three times a year, 'Mid many a tear With spirits sunk Prepare to flunk. Egelpful 33m fur $tnhinu$ Ogrhnlam Students who'd stand high in favor, Utilize this labor saver. If you want more time for German, Heed the warning in this sermon. Do not waste your time .in slumber; Precious hours Without number Are thus kept from your loved study, tNever mind your cheeks less ruddyJ Cease consuming valued hours Buying artilicial flowers; Think how many hours you,d save, Twixt the cradle and the grave, If you,d only, only cease Changing fashions; If you only Wouldnit pause tThree times daily stand the lawsl For your rations. Glam 713011 Missie Crosby late to school? Connie Zonne breaking a rule? Miss Smith without a smiling face? Mildred Shaw without a case ? Polly Lindley getting a D? E. A. or M. C. at a tea? Miss WTuxy playing basketball? Miss Cleveland rushing clown the hall? Miss Curtiss flirting with a boy? Or even looking slightly coy? A noise not from the Senior Room? Mary Wells not waiting her doom? Betty Waite not jumping around? Edith A. not making a sound? Annette not guiding the Sophomore class? Helen Carroll a meek little lass? Page 100 Emagine Certain girls not passing out books? Margaret B. forgetting her looks? Certain desks with their tops cleared off? Dolly Powers without her laugh? Stubby coming over to lunch? Mary J. with nothing to munch? Marion P. not drawing faces? Rowene Light not making grimaces? Miss Hicks looking slightly cross? Miss Tuxbury for words at a loss? Mary Roach not in the gym? Joyce near the Plaza without a ilhim ? Grace not out walking with liFerry ? Rowene as little as Mary? Mildred 5. without a wiggle? Toodles W. without a giggle? Blanche Condy: 0 where, 0 where have my glasses gone? 0 where, 0 where can they be? There are tortoiseeshell and my plain ones, too, 0 where, 0 where can they be? tTo the tune of 3My Lost Dogf? .-........ U I, It rained so hard on the day of the hike, That we ,most decided we needed a dike, But Miss Seymour the rain didn,t bore, - mrhough you may not agree, I am glad? said she, 3For now I can sleep all the more. THE PROVERBIAL LUCKY NUMBER 13 SONS Registered in Our Girls' School: 3 Key to page 95: Carroll Light Hall Lighthall Love Shaw Waite Wells Blake Hood Turner Partridge Brown PNTPPPDNPthWNT -.-e-t-n ???PNf Anderson Bronson Jacobson Johnson Nelson Olson Wilson Moody Best Blossom Lamb Powers Eddy Brackett Sellers Abbott Russell Church Frankforters Dickey Petterson Robertson Robinson Simpson Swenson Van Cieson 2 7. Friedman 28. Eastman Famed As: 29. McDowell 30. Newton 3 l . Browning 32. Cleveland 33. Hubbard 34. Lynne 35 . Cooper 36. Wheelwright 37. Smith 38. Miller Page 101 Teacher: nVVhat is a plot? Brilliant Senior: A piece of land with a fence around it. Little boy playing with an engine: iiMother, do engines drink milk? Mother: No. Bobby: Then why do they have , cowcatchers? , Miss Tuxbury: uContinue the trans- lation, please. V Jean Lamb: uIim sorry, but my alarm clock didnit go off this morning. Miss Tuxbury: Give the construc- tion of ad, ,, Edith: HI don,t know; Virgil is so odd with his ads uFear M. McH. Uransla-ting Latini: was injected into the nations. What is the difference between a gardener and a Chinaman? One keeps the lawn wet, and the other keeps the lawn dry. Page 102 Those weird French translations: M. R.: uShe carried a cow along by the end of a string hitting her on its hip. Miss Hicks: uCato was crossing the Alps Mountains 1n the time of Caesar.n Helen: Well, Miss Hicks, did he stop at the Radissonyw $N. B. Worried Tatler Board: I don't see the point to this. Bright One: iiIt must mean he was hitting the high places. Miss Smith: HWhat is a suburb? D H nMinneapolis is a suburb of St. Paulf Miss Smith in Ancient History class: HWhat was the cause of Athens, down- fall? T. W.: uVVelleereAthens got too full andti' Applause from class. Miss Smith in Ancient uWhat did Cyrus do? Helen Bisbee: uHe crossed the moun- tains and conquered Bacteria.n tBac- triaJ History: Little Mary Frances got up behind her father on the couch the other day and called: Oh, Mother, my Daddy's head is coming up through his hair! Margaret and Ruth had given up cake for Lent. Miss Russell: HMargaret, if you eat that piece of cake I shall not trust you again. Ruth: it herself. uEat it, Margaret, she wants Here comes M. E. H. T. tThe H. is silent as in couth F. B.: My, but you are methodical, Mary! M. W.: iiMethodical? Don't ever say that I'm a Methodistf, M. Wilson: bray. Faith B.: iiHeeahawV, Miss Tuxbury: uAll good things came dowu from Mount Olympus. Alice Frank: iiDicl all bad things 3,, come up. I must get my alge- Jean tstumlbling along in Latinl Miss Tuxbury: You are giving what I would call a isyncopaxtecl versionf Miss Cleveland: uVV'hat is the differv ence between further and farther? Jean: ilWell eraere-further sounds farther than farther. Isabelle Un Latinl: . the ships were embroidered with pitch? . tMean- ing smearedj Faith Bronson tin Latinl: iiAeneas bathed his face with a large river? Jean tin Latinl: iiAlthough my mind shrudders from the thought- E. Appleby 0n Latini: ilThey licked their hustling mouths. tMeaning their hissing mouthsJ Jean tin Latinl : iiWe were dissolved in tears.n Mabel ttransllating Latiny: iiWe will raise the winds. tMeaning, we will raise your future descendantsJ Georgie ltranslating Frenchl: looking in the mud at the end of a string. Alice B. ttranslating Frenchl: uA chariot with seats passed at a rapid trot- very dusty--holcl-ing onto its sides to keep its balance. tMeaning, a cart passed at the irregular jog-gait of a nag-laclies holding onto the sides to keep from fall- ing outJ E. Appleby tat a rehearsaD: HOh, Jean, what is that speech of yours about chillyblains .3 Miss Balch: Alice, will you prove the factor theorem, pleasey, Alice: HI don,t know if I can. 111 try to, but 111 have to think. Stu'bb: HVVe won,t read the minutes for we haven,t time. MERE IGNORANCE. R. 5.: uA little more bolder- D. 1-1.: Why should it be cold at the South Pole? I thought it was warm there. C. D.: uHer skin was white as a leopards R. 5.: HHis leg left him. E. 5.: Fartherestf, M. Mc.: HThe British and the En- glish had trouble. In American History Class: Miss Smith: uWhat railroad do we think of in connection with the Fugitive Slave Law? A. L.: uVVell, the underground rail- road, which was a subway running through the Northern States? Teacher: HWhere is New York? Pupil: HOn the Mississippi. EVEN THE FACULTY. Miss Hicks: happy us! Miss Hicks : attractive verb '9 Miss Carse: Miss Tuxbury: uOh, fortunate we! Oh, uHow can you tell an lAttractedJ HT'he girls in front are upsetting those behind. i'The whole thing lies in making a good translation on your feet. Miss Smith lafter spell downl: i I,m sorry about your avordupois, girls. Page l03 Name Appleby Barnard Best B ronson Church Ferrell Gilkey Frankforter Hall Lamb MacDowell Moody Na sh Powers Robinson Turner Van Duesen Wilson Eastman Phillips Nickname Appleby K. B. Optime Faithless Nibbs Ferry Hen Franky xx Fides Jennie MacDoweIl Moody No such fl'ivolity Dolly Liz Turner Izzie Wilson El- - Phillips Page 104 G $minr $tatiatiw Size Featherweight Stock Petite Pocket edition Correct Chunky Miniature Lanky Gil'afflc Censored Life Towering La nky Round Bony Medium Dumpling Leaning tower See Turner Pigmy Feet Immea surable Flat. footed Need Ground Grippers Cute Lean Fierce Her pride Daintwn Too dbar for words Huge Flat French heeled Gun boats The same Length Dancing Broad Microscopic Noticeable Same Eyes Impish licproachfu' Angel's Divilish Lovely Kittyia Gray Saucers Green Cat's Gentle Sparkling Soulful Coquetish Dreamy Irish eyes of blue Beads Innocent Fish Soulful Favorite Illness Nervous indiges- tion After Ivey's Swooning Overwork Famine Being well Laziness Carsickness Blindness Opportune Complication Dissipation Working Cold in head Fatigue Teeth Ya wns See Moody A fact Age Innocence Methusala Thoughtfulness Wisdom A secret Sweet sixteen Ancient history Premature Golden Ignorance Gaining Fresh Kindness Sophistication Kind heartedness Sweet innocence Ancient Bliss Frivolity You never can tell Favorite Occupation Studyinm H Managing Praising others Everything Basket ball Skipping Gossiping Executioner Bluffing Dimpling Laughing Orpheum Picture taking Pa rties See Ferrell Lessons Being polite Dancing Good time Being kind to everyone Ambition Dirty children Farmer Oh, I ain't got noneAA Stage You never can telPA Matrimony An introduction Siren Maude Adams Shumann Heink A raise Settlement worker After two yearn 50 Sleep Stage Chef Wardrobe Get her lessons To be musician Favorite Expression To tell the truth Well, I think 0 you booby AAO gole 0 d-e-a-r AAMy word I don't know but, I think I jolly well can Censored Facial ! ! 0h, Skinnay'A Hello, SpeedAA ' 'AI have a new story I'm not pre- pared A cough I wouldnAt do that Honestly WellAJA Fan? I help $thunl $nng$ THE CLASSES Sing a song of Freshmen, The calls they all adore, Although they are as green as Old Ireland's verdant shore. Sing a song of Sophomores, The class thatis full of talk; Their second year, ,tis only, But they,re cock 0, all the walk. Sing a song of Juniors, uCollege Prelimsn so they say, As with quaking hearts and trembles. They await the fatal day. Sing a song of Seniors, Dignity and state. But their eyes are slightly teary As their last farewells they take. Sing a song of Northrop, With faculty so fine. Schools are thick as flies, but, Old N. C. S. for mine. F P., tl9 SENIOR SONGS. I. Come, Seniors, wise and learned! Come Seniors, raise a cheer! Give a toast to all our classmates, Our friends so true and dear. Come, all ye IOWer classes! Come, join with voices true, Sing praise to the Northrop Seniors, Hurrah for the gold and blue! tTune-eCornell Alma Materj Far above all other classes, e, the Seniors true, Firm in love, which all surpasses, ,Neath our gold and blue. Chorus. Northrop, Northrop, Hail to thee! Firm and united be. May thy daughters all be loyal To thy memory. D. P., tl6 tTuneeRah! for the Black and BlueJ II. The four bright years of Prep school, The shortest years of life! The years so full of gladness, The years with pleasure rife, Are gliding swiftly by, girls, Our work will soon be through. Then oft will we recall, girls, The years 'neath gold and blue! D. P., ,16 tTune: Itls a Long Way to Tipperary, U It,s a long road to be a Senior,e- It's a hard goal to gain; But it's worth it at the finish, To look back ancl not in vain. Oh, Seniors of nineteen fifteen, We can not be surpassed; Oh, itls great to be at Northrop Senior, And we are at last. eLois Nash, ,16 Page 105 SCHOOL SON G W611 miss them so, our school-girl days, Oh, Alma Mater, clear; The memories of hours gone by Weill cherish year by year; Associations, aims as well, Shall stand familiar yet, A longer while, because weive made Friends we can ne,er forget. tRepeat last two linesJ Crune: uI-Ieiclelberg33 The future holds its mystic spell, Ambition leads the way; Though Fortune waits, elusive still, F or us to win the day, Our comrades ties shall hold us bound In friendship evermore, And we shall sing our future songs To these dear days of yore. tRepeat last two linesJ Though Fate may separate our paths, And. we stray far apart, Though differences divide our minds, Still we,ll be one in heart; And if we would unlock That treasured stronghold, memory, There is but one charm we can use, And that is friendshipk key. tRepeat last two linesJ Who gives us our tablets? Who hands us our cards? Who keeps the last box that never needs locks? Who says, Girls, please sign, when we all stand in line? Why, we're besieging poor Miss Aves who keeps the office? Kathryn Pierce. There is someone we all know, ths never slow, Who is willing, bright and helpful, who is keen, ' And she smiles the whole day through, Seeming never to be blue, Our kindahearted and beloved friend, Irene. acA TATLER CONTRIBUTION Oh, Seniors dear, We very much fear, We won't be here, Next year! Next year! EDITH APPLEBY. atWhat can one expect of a Tatler when we get such a thing as this? h. B. appreciates the difficulties of an editor in the following query: Jean, how ,,9 can you make a iTatler, out of a idummy? Page 106 69h, ynrthrnp aguhnnl, 3332 $irtg mu 511122 tTune: My Marylande Oh, Northrop School, we sing to thee Our song of fond fidelity. We love that well-known Study Hall. We worship every dear old wall; We think of thee with trust and pride As through our short school years we glide, And wefll ne,er let the gulf grow wide Between ourselves and Northrop. Though years may come and years may go, Our fondest thoughts toward thee will How. And future years will ever show That we still love dear Northrop. By Cold and White we,ll always stand, A tried, a true, a loyal band, Whose hearts with joy and pride expand Whene,er we think of Northrop. -Lavinia Haviland, ,16. 010nm, EB Glhilhrm 69f 69:12 cmather tTune: The Orange and Blackn Come, ye children of one mother, Lift your voices high in song; Source of strength and inspiration, Cladsome memories round thee throng. Naught of danger or misfortune, Naught of harm can e,er befall Her Who wears the badge of honor, The ensign of Northrop Hall. Sing of minds whose aspiration Is as high as heaven,s light; Sing of souls that do not falter In the cause of truth and right. 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