Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 38 of the 1913 volume:

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Elizabeth Conroy, 1916 ............ 6 An Impression of the Chamber of Commerce Building, Eiizabeth Pendletan Kroger, 1915.. 8 The Ocean ......................... Barbara McKay, 1918 ............. 9 The Race .......................... iCharlotte Haven, 1913; ......... 10 Sam 051131, 1914 Jim Nasker ................ . ......... Katherine Schell, 1914 ............. 13 The Story of Lady Anne Grimston ...... C harlotte E. M atthews, 1916 ........ 14 The Substitute .............. . ........ H elm Payne, 1914 ............... 15 Some Aspects of the Flood .......... Eleanor Rogers, 1913 ............. 18 Here and There ...................................................... 20 Exchanges ..................................................... 21 Personals ....................................................... 22 School Events ..................................................... 22 Calendar ........................................................... 23 mm ,Fl a pair, 57-31 . u! v, Q22 A: v . . $5$3 ' t'xQeki'V THE CONTEST OTHERln exclaimed Mary excitedly. llI am one of the six girls who have been chosen for the contest. Isnit that lovely? And, oh Mother, I may have a new dress, maynjt I? Rushing to her mother, Mary threw her arms around her neck and rained kisses upon the smiling countenance. hWhat does all this mean, dear ?I, Mrs. Howard asked. llSit down and try to tell me in a connected way about this contest and what you have to do. Tossing her books and hat on the table, Mary sat down. llWell, you see, she began, 'tMr. Lands, the principal, announced that there would be a contest on class day for a prize. Six girls were to be chosen, each of whom was to write a story. On class day they are to read them, and the girl whose story is adjudged the best is to receive a prize, which is a gold locket. Oh! I am so happy? And again Marys cup of joy overHowed. IIWhat sort of a dress shall I get? she demanded. Mrs. Howard was silent a minute. Dear, she said softly, I am sorry, very sorry, but I am afraid you will have to get along without a new one. You know the rent is due and Tommy is ill now. I hate to disappoint my little girl, but she must remember we are not rich. Your blue dress is fairly good and the sash is new. I am very glad you have been chosen and I am proud of you, dear. For a few minutes Maryls face grew dark. Then she remembered that day two years before when her father had called her to his bedside and had told her to take care of Mother and help her to the best of her ability. Would it be helping to ask for something it was out of her mothetls power to give her? ltNo ! she decided. I must pretend that I do not mind. She rose and, going over to her mother, kissed her tenderly. itItls all right, Mumsey, she said. I donit mind. And she went quietly upstairs. at :k :k 3k :k 2k 1k :k a: It was a hot June day. The sun beat mercilessly down on the little frame schoolhouse of Granshurg. It was crowded to its capacity with men, women and children, whose attention was divided between the raised platform at the end of the room and the steady stream of passersby, some of whom paused and looked curiously in at the open windows. Seated on a bench at the side of the platform 4 THE ACORN were five very frightened-looking girls, each clutching 3. rolled manuscript and looking very uncomfortable in their stiff, white dresses and shiny shoes. Miss Jessie Hall ! called the principal. The girl at the end arose and came forward. Nervously she unfolded the paper before her and still more nervously began to read. It was the story of a lost wanderer and his adventures, but it failed to hold the audience. At its conclusion, two people applauded it, the young authorls father and mother. One after another the names were called, the girls stepped forward, and the stories were read. It was late when the last name was called, and already the sun was sinking low in the West, sending its golden rays into the dingy little school- room. ltMiss Mary Howard! There was a pause and then a little figure stepped forward from the back of the room. A pathetic little figure it was, dressed in a blue gingham dress, and 01d, rather clumsy shoes. ler. Lands? she pleaded, wonlt you please decide from the other girls' stories? Mine is not good and I do not want to read it. Mr. Lands took her kindly by the arm. No, my clear. You must read it like the rest. Go on, now, the people are waiting.n She mounted to the platform and in a clear, belt-like voice began to speak. She told the story, rather than read it. It was that of a girl who met tempta- tion and was saved by her faith in God. It was beautifully told, simply and directly, and she had put her very soul into the work. As she finished there was not a sound. The whole room was as quiet as the grave. - For a moment Mary stood irresolute. She had expected failure, but not such a failure as this. Her heart gave a wild throb of bitter resentment. Then, with- out a word she turned and fled from the sohoolroom. She had gone only a short distance before her brother caught up with her, HCome back, Sis,u he panted. nThey want you at the schoolhouse. All the resentment left her. She turned 'and silently went back with him. No doubt her mother wished to tell her how sorry she was about the dress, she thought. Mr. Lands met her at the door. Mary, he said, uI congratulate you on your success. Mary looked at him dumbly. My success ?,l she repeated. ttWhat do you mean P He led her up in front of all the people. HMary. you have won the prize! A great shout went up and Mary felt something hard in her hand She looked down, and as she saw the locket, the goal toward which she had worked so hard and so long, a great wave of j0y swept over her and yielding to its force, she buried her face in her hands and wept. e FRANCES HARMON, 1915. THE ACORN 5 THE HERO e: JLD SAM was very worthless, but considered himself a most import- ant part of the church institution. The committee in charge of the bazaar now in preparation had found him especially trying. His policy, like that of many others of his race, was to get out of as 9 much work as possible; for he knew he would not be discharged, on account of his long service. On the night of the much-talkedwof and prepared-for bazaar, he was every- where, busily engaged in doing nothing. When asked to help in anything, he would reply, iiSorry missy, but Iise jest got a' fix to git ready to do something else, and would bustle off with an air of greatest importance. Helen Dale was in charge of the refreshment booth, and as it was too early in the evening for lemonade and light eatables to be in great demand, the booth was nearly deserted. Thinking she smelt something burning, Helen started on a tour of investigation. She found that the electric wiring which lay on the floor, had become damaged, and was setting tire to the carpet Suppressing the scream that rose to her lips, she rushed forth to hnd some one in whom to conhde without starting a panic in the crowd. Old Sam, Who had been hanging around, saw her go, and thought it was a good time to help himself to a glass of punch, He seized .the ladle, when, catch- ing his foot in the leg of the stand on which the bowl stood, he tipped the table, and sent the bowl crashing t0 the ground; the liquid splashing onto the burning wire. tTitf de lani sake! Wot am I gwine te do now ! he ejaculated in horror. Meanwhile Helen had found same of her friends, and they came quickly to her aid, When Helen saw that he had put out the fire by such an ingenious trick, she cried, nSam, youire a hero 1 And soon old Sam was standing on a chair telling the assembly just exactly how he had done an act that showed such great bravery and presence of mind, and, needless to say, enjoying himself to his hearth content. - LUCY WHITE, 1916. W 5 THE ACORN MEPHISTO .OOD-NIGHT!n called Mr. Green to his butler and hurried toward 94 the curb, where his motor stood impatiently puffing and vibrating. r. The chauffeur was at the wheel, clad in his smart motor togs, and as Mr. Green came down the walk, he swung open the limousine I door in a kingly manner. To Sherryis, James! ordered the owner of the motor. Then, seeing the smile on his chauffeurs face, he broke into a hearty laugh. iiYou are smiling at this costume, are you F' he questioned. The chauffeur replied with a quick iiYes, sir! and touched his capi Well, continued the young millionaire, hit is quite good; anyway it was the best I could find to suit my naturefj Laughing, he stepped into his car. There was a grind of the brakes and then off he sped toward the Christmas bail. Mr. Greenis costume was most extraordinary, and it was not strange that the chauffeur laughed. It had been copied from a costly portrait of Mephisto which Mr. Green was fortunate to have in his possession. This masterpiece, life-size, hung in his study, where he strictly forbade anyone, except the maid who dusted and swept, to enter. Not for any particular reason, but merely because this room he considered as his own cozy retreat when he wished to be alone with his thoughts. On arriving at Sherryis a footman swung open the door for him. tiHeilo, Bobbie ! tailed a friend. Hello! returned the owner of the name, as he sprang t0 the steps of the porte-cochere and hurried to the dressingnroom. There he threw off his outer fur cloak, removed his silk hat, and then, nodding approvingly at his reflection in the mirror, made his way amid smiling glances t0 the ballroom. Here he was greeted with merry shouts and the lively music of the orchestra. He found the merriment in full sway. About midnight the dance was at its height, and little did young Bobbie Green think of what was happen- ing in the costly mansion which he called home. :3 a: :1: :1: at: no- at: :2: as It was exactly twelve delock, for the church bell was still humming the last stroke of the hour and the searchlight of the Metropolitan tower swung its rays over the city. If it had paused at a handsome mansion to the north it would have perceived three dark-clothed and blacksmasked men ascending the fire escape, which led to a balcony on the second Hoor. This was the rich young iiBobbie Greenis mansion, and the three burglars were intent upon breaking into his study. They were now on the balcony, pressing their faces against the window pane. iiOhY, cried one in delight, for he had perceived the outlines of a massive safe. THE ACORN 7 It was not long till the window was out and the three men stepped into the mom, drawing the heavy portieres behind them. Shall we switch on the lights Em asked one. I can see from here that the lights are still aglow at Sherryis and young Bob will not he in till a late hour. The young spendthriftli, So saying he touched the electric button and the room was Hooded with a stream of light from an oval red globe above. The men uttered a stifled exclamation and drew near the window. The picture of Mephisto was startling in its reality. 'tTut! Itis nothing but a picture? said the leader of the three. But, by Jove, it's a splendid copy- I suppose a hand-me-down from several generations. After we have secured the contents of the safe, we might as well take it along? His last remark was in a harsh tone, and the two men to whom it was addressed fell to work to Fll'ld the combination of the safe. This was soon done and large sacks, which they produced from benearth their coats, were rapidly filled with money, bank notes and jewelry. The latter was of great value and had belonged to Mr. Greerfs mother. The wound left by her death tin his boyish hearU even now caused a sharp pain when anyone spoke of her. uGet to work at that portrait, Jenkins. Hereis a knife, called the leader of the trio. Jenkins reached up, standing on tip toe; for his small arms were far from reaching the top. Even this proved in vain, so that he was obliged to pile books on a high chair before he was able to reach the top of the portrait. Jenkins touched the knife to the canvas, but before the blade had cut an inch, the handsomely carved door in the rear opened and in came the Iiving Mephisto. The two thieves who were on the floor tying up their sacks dashed for the win- dows. Jenkins turned around and seeing Mephisto in front of and behind him, he turned a somersault over his books and leaped down the tire escape. At the bottom a corps of policemen were waiting and hurried the thieves to jail. Above, Bobbie Green, the living Mephisto, turned into his study, laughing softly to himself. mYou have done me more than one service tonight, old chap! he called to his satanic majesty on the wall above him. e-ELIZABETH CDNROY, 1916. 8 THE ACORN AN IMPRESSION OF THE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE BUILDING -N IMPRESSION, startling in its novelty, was made upon me by the i erection of the new Chamber of Commerce Building. Now, ordinarily, the building of a much talked about structure is watched with interest by anyone, especially when it becomes neces- sary for him to pass by the place at numerous different times, thus seeing it, as he is bound to do if he has any curiosity at all, grow larger and more magnificent day by day. When it is finally completed, no matter how enormous 0r awe-insrpiring it may be, it fails to make an unusual impression on his mind, such as it probably would on that of a man Who had never seen the building until completed. This is what happened to me. Although it was convenient and sometimes even necessary for me to walk down Fourth Street in getting to Mullaneis on several different occasions, I never caught a glimpse of the wonderful skyscraper which was being erected there, until it was almost finished. It was in this manner that I contrived to get the startling impression of the New Chamber of Commerce Building. Now, although one may have limited intelligence, nevertheless when one so limited sees a goodly half of the population of his city standing on the street cor- ners with mouths agape and eyes rolling upward, he naturally does not desire to make one of such a foolish-looking crowd, but moves swiftly onward, feeling on the whole rather above it - not the building, of course - but above the curiosity that the common herd exhibit for gaping at high buildings. It goes on in this manner for a long time and the building becomes higher and higher, but still the person of the limited intelligence never looks up, held by an unfamiliar kind of shame. At last, after having had it read to him from the newspaper all about ttt'he first lady who ever went up in Cincinnatiis new building, and ttthe daring work- men who get one hundred dollars a minute for working up theref curiosity tnot the common kind of coursey gets the upper hand, and, first looking down and all around to see who is looking, he looks up, up, up, until his hat slides down from his almost horizontal head. But still his fascinated gaze continues to travel upward. By this time he does not care who sees him, or whose way he may be imped- ing, but is only conscious of a wild desire to shout Look ! e for truly it is an un- usual sight that, by some strange mirage, has been unfolded before his gaze; beau- tiful smooth white stone, high blocks of it step on step extending up till it seems THE ACORN 9 to end in a peak and :1 Flag. Massive windows arched and carved rear themselves before him in their stateliness. And then, calmly, his eyes travel down the smooth surface and rest on the faces tonce 50 foolism of those who have taken this wonderful opportunity of seeing the erection of this splendid structure, and mentally he takes off his hat to them. 1 ELIZABETH PENDLETON KROGER, 1915. THE OCEAN age Sometime the ocearfs green and still, At other times iFs gray, Tomorrow there may be a storm, Although ifs calm today. i The white-capped waves coxhe tumbling up, To break upon the beach; They wash away the sea shells That are within their reach. But when the sky is black with clouds, And lightning rends the air, The sea seems quite to be alive, To dash and splash and tear. 1 But in the morning, all is hushed, The waves run smoothly in, The sky is blue 1 it seems as if The storm had never been. -BARBARA MCKAY, 1918. 10 THE ACORN THE RACE '3 T WAS the night before the Yale-Harvarcl boat race, when a very well dressed young man, accompanied by his sister and aunt, en- tered a hotel near the river. The hotel was full of Harvard men, all of whom were in very high spirits over the prospect of the coming race, which was to take place at eleven olclock the next morning. uWell, Aunt Sarah, said Billy, after he had registered, 1 have a pretty good room for you and Frances, overlooking the river, but mine is near the back of the hotel, so Ilm not very near you? Then, after getting settled in their rooms, they went down to dinner. Sis, I expect to have a high old time tonight? said Billy, laughingly, llfor Ilve found that my room is right next to a bunch of the Harvard boys, who all seem to be a pretty good sort. See, there they are, coming in now. Illl intro- duce you to them after dinner. He went on, talking excitedly of tomorrowys sport, finally telling Aunt Sarah to be sure to be ready by ten olclock, as they wanted to get a good place near the finishing point. It was just as Billy had expected. The excitement became greater and the boys more hilarious as the night wore on, and it was not until after three o'clock that they tinally went to bed, each calling out to Billy to be on hand early the next morning, as there were many things to be done before the race. But when Billy finally did go to sleep, he slept so soundly that it was not until broad daylight that he woke up, and he was horrified to Find, when he looked at his watch, that it was already ten olclock. He jumped out of bed expecting to dress in about two minutes, when he suddenly discovered that his clothes had disappeared. Yes, his suit case was gone also! While he was standing there wondering what to do, there was a knock on the door, and his sister's voice called, llBilly, arenlt you ever coming? Aunt Sarah has decided not to go down, but just to watch the race from the veranda, but it is time for us to go. Wellj' he answered, tlthose Harvard guys have run off with my clothes, and I have nothing to put on. For heavenls sake, go and get me some clothes. Fm determined to see the race. 'tWell, I have only that pink dress of mine, but wait and I will get it. In about five minutes his sister returned and knocking on his door called out, uHere is my pink dress and my hat to match. I brought my veil along, because I thought it might help to disguise your face and hair. Now please hurry and don,t primp too much. Billy worked and tusselled with the Hhorrible rag, as he called it, but at length he succeeded in getting into the dress. The next thing and perhaps the THE ACORN 11 most difficult of all. was to make that great big hat balance on so small a crop of hair. He tried hat pins, rubbers and every conceivable thing, but the hat would not stay on. At last a brilliant thought struck him! He would tie it down with a piece of cord, and then when his veil was on the 'hat might easily be taken for a poke bonnet. A short while after, he and his sister were on their way to the river. llSisterfi he whispered, uI'll get a fellow to stay with you during the race, but Fm going to sit by myself and, well -perhaps have some fun. Billy purchased his ticket and soon after was seated in one of the seats on the Harvard division of the grounds, awaiting the beginning of the race. Just two seats beyond him were the fellows with whom he had rough-housed the night before, and from all indications with whom his clothes were now. Gee ! said one of his friends, that certainly is a classy maiden over there li' And smiling at Billy, continued, tiand whatis more, she seems to be unescorted. Thatis capital! Again he smiled over at Billy, and Billy smiled his very sweetest in return, and apparently very embarrassed, continued watching the river. Yes, Billy assuredly did make a most charming young lady. One of his friends could stand it no longer, and advancing toward Billy, hnally ventured, Are you looking for someone ?ii Billy coughed violently, and in a very high-pitcheti and hoarse voice replied, No? that he had come alone. ttltls an ideal day for a race, is it not, Miss - ? Billy replied affirmatively and added, Ilm so glad youive come, for you know I hate to sit here all alone. My name is Frances Clayf' uThatls a mighty pretty name, replied the other, and my name is Jack Pendleton. Just then the two opposing crews appeared in their boats, and after a most violent minute or two of shouting, the race started. Billy was exceedingly agreeable all afternoon, and as he perceived he was making a great impression on Jack. The race passed very quickly, and after it was over Jack offered to take Billy home Of course Billy accepted, as he was willing to put Jack to all the trouble he possibly could. As the two reached the steps of the hotel, Jack, who felt he knew Miss Frances very well by now, asked in his most persuasive way, iiMiss Frances, there is a dance over at the Gym this evening and I want to know if I may take you as my guest ? Billy forced a blush, hesitated a moment, and sweetly replied, liItls very kind of you, Mr. Pendleton. All right thenf' called Jack as he was leaving. ttI'll be around for you about 7.30 this evening. 1'3 THE ACORN On reaching the hotel, Billy with great glee told of his adventures and 0f the invitation for that evening. iiSis went off into peals of laughter and promised to give him all the requisite aid in the matter of his costume and its accessories. After dinner, Billy, attired in a blue crepe, into which he had squeezed him- self after much breathing-in and grunting, his head disguised by a Huffy brown transformation, presented a passably attractive appearance. At seven-thirty Jack arrived, carrying a bouquet of sweet peas and a box of chocolates to offer at the shrine of his new iigirl -friend. Billy received them gracefully and was then carefully wrapped in his sisteris cape and helped to a waiting taxi. On arriving at the scene of the dance, Billy's popularity seemed assured and his programme was quickly tilled. In the course of the evening he remarked to Jack on Billy Sherwood's absence from both the race and the dance, and was much amused when Jack confided to him that they had hidden Sherwoodis clothesiunder the front porch of the hotel. At the close of a very merry evening, at which he acknowledged to himself that he had been quite a social success, Billy was again tenderly wrapped in his cape and installed in the taxi. When they were about to alight at the entrance to his hotel, Billy quietly removed his fluffy wig, while jack was instructing the chauffeur to wait. Jack's face, as he turned to assist his fair companion from the machine, was a study. With a horrified exclamation he stared at the trans- formed individual before him for an agonized moment or two, then gasping, Sherwood! Great Scott! he turned and tied, and the last that Billy saw of his attentive escort was a white spot in the distance. After groping about under the veranda, he fmaiiy produced a very dusty suit-case and, waving it triumphantly, dashed into the hotel lobby, and was soon rapping peremptorily on his sisteris door. iiHey, Sis, he called, come and help your debutante brother out of his trusty armor! sCHARLo'r'rE HAVEN, 1913. s SARA OLIVER, 1914. THE ACORN 13 iiJIM NASKER -. S JIM NASKER shambled up the main street of Barton, his lanky, ' 4 loosely-hung frame made grotesque Shadows behind him, causing i the little street boys much amusement. He had no friends, people seldom spoke to him, and Jim never spoke if he could avoid it. But although he was not given to conversing, his jaws were never- theless continually working over his tobacco. Some of the town gossips even held that Jim lichawedil in his sleep, and he was always alluded to as What good- fer-nothinl, no-account Jim Nasker. On this particular, sultry, August, afternoon he was even more absorbed with his tobacco than usual, as he walked home through the gathering twilight from the nGeneral Store, where he was general utility man. A strange thing had happened to him that day. Perhaps it would not have caused anyone else much excitement, but to the lonely, despised, friendless Jim it was an epoch in his monotonous, dreary life. A little golden-haired girl had danced into the store that morning carrying two struggling white rabbits, and while her nurse made some purchases, she kept up such a lively conversation with the clerk, between affectionate pats delivered to the rabbits, that even Jim had stopped his scrubbing to listen. Just then one of the tiny furry creatures escaped from its mistress, arms, only to fall head hrst into the scrub bucket, from which Jim had fished him, wet and wriggling, t0 the great delight of the little lady. From then until she threw him a good-bye kiss, she had directed all her attentions to Jim, and then, like that, she was gone. But all day queer chills had been running up and down his spinal column, for someone had talked to him and smiled instead 0f despising him for his ill looks and queer ways. HThe Little Lady, as he called her to himself, must be one of the summer folks at the hotel, for he knew that the Barton children were reared and kept in the right path by the threat, If you donlt behave, youill be jest like that no-account Jim Nasker. So now, as he plodded home, he wondered why it was that so sweet and dainty a little fairy should have noticed him, and somehow he felt differently towards his fellow-men sinCe that baby hand had thrown a kiss. As he prepared his nocturnal repast, he even whistlecl a lullaby his mother had sung twenty years ago. So engrossed was Jim with his reveries that he did not hear the thunder rumbling and roaring outside or see the zig-zag Hashes of lightning until he suddenly remembered that Tip, his shaggy collie, had not been fed, for he heard him scratching and whining now at the door. Jim unbared the door and Tip leaped up and licked his masterls face, but Jim could not coax him in even with food, and so he finally gave up in despair and tried to reason out why Tip was whining and cutting up such capers. uWell, I guess yer got somepin ter show me out thar in the dark, Jim said after much deep thought, and grabbing his cap and pulling it down over his eyes 14 THE ACORN he plunged out into the night. Instantly the collie gave a bound towards the neighboring woods, followed closely by Jim, stumbling over fallen trees, now leaping over gullies in his mad haste to keep up with the dog; until, deep in the woods, they came upon a little girl caught by her dress under a fallen branch. It was itLittIe Lady. With a cry Jim sprang forward and tearing the dress loose, lifted the limp little bundle in his arms. As he picked his way carefully back through the woods, he saw lights approaching them and heard men shouting and calling to one another. So intent was he on the approaching figures that he did not notice particularly a sudden Hash of lightning or hear a branch snap above him, as it came crashing down. Full on the head it struck Jim and then fell to one side. He reeled and fell with his precious armful clasped tightly to his breast. itFoundl went the cry through the darkness when the agonized father stumbled unsuspectingly on his little daughter in the arms of a man lying prone on the ground. As he bent over to lift the senseless child, Jim opened his eyes and whispered softly, uLittle Ladyl'i and lay still. -KATHER1NE SCHELL, 1914. THE STORY OF LADY ANNE GRIMSTON r ADY AN N E GRIMSTON was a proud, obstinate woman who cared for nothing but worldly p1easures.She lived in a great house in - Hertfordshire and enjoyed, in a way, her friends, wealth and lands. She believed that when she was dead she would be absolutely destroyed and gone forever. And new she lay dying, surrounded by her friends, who were trying their best to make her see how terrible and impossible this belief of hers was. But in her pride and unbelief she said: nIt is as unlikely that I shall live again as that a tree will grow out of my body. And so she died and was buried in a marble tomb. One day many years later the marble slab over her grave was found to have shifted its position. It was fixed in its place again and leftl being thought qui-te secure A little while after however the slab was found cracked and was mortared up. Finally it cracked again and a little green shoot of a young tree appeared, peeping through! An iron railing was then put around the tomb to keep it from falling to pieces, but the tree grew and grew and spread and spread until there were four shoots growing, one from each corner of the grave. They burst through the marble tore up the railings and threw their roots further and further, and there now stands, in Tewin Churchyard, half an hours ride from King 5 Cross Station one of the largest trees in England growing from the heart of the grave of Lady Anne Grimston -CHARL0TTE E, MATTHEWS, 1916. THE ACORN 15 THE SUBSTITUT E ITTLE JACK LANGDON, as he was called by upper classmen and classmen alike, was not as little as one might suppose from the . name. He was probably the youngest boy in the sophomore class, but then he was built well and was about Five feet five, which is a fairly good size for a bOy of sixteen. He had come east to Pittsfield, a boys preparatory school, from a little west- ern town in Montana, and though he was not what you would call llgreen, still he wasnlt just like the rest of the boys. Even though they snubbed him and threw insinuating remarks at him, he gritted his teeth and thought of what his father had told him as he boarded the train: HNever mind, sonny, if your luck is ever down on you, just grin and bear it? So Jack always grinned as hard as he could. There was only one pleasant thing to Jack about coming to prepi' school, and that was the baseball team. He was bound he would try for it and do his best. He thought that if he could not make the school team, perhaps he could make the class team, as he had pitched for his home club one year before. So the next day he was naturally very excited when he saw on the bulletin boand a notice that all the boys who were going to try for the team were to be on the Field at three olclock. Jack immediately went to his room and pulled out his baseball togs, which he had hidden in the bottom of his trunk from the sight of the boys. That afternoon promptly at three, Jack was on the field, and as he walked proudly up to the coach he did not notice the grin which that individual hastily checked. As he came up to register the coach said sarcastically: thell, so you think you are going to play baseball! Which team do you want to try for- the freshmen 0r sophomore? To his amazement J-ack answered proudly, uI am going to try for the school team? The coach took down his name and all the necessary notes for one who is trying for a team. Jack came to practice every time promptly, but much to his disappointment, no opportunity to play presented itself. The jests, laughs and sneers of his fellow-players were very annoying to his sensitive nature. One day the coach called out, llLangdon, welll give you a try-although I donit think there is much usefl he added in a low tone. So Jack got up and quickly walked out to his box, determined to do his best. He knew he could rely on his one curved ball which he had practiced so much before coming east. He swung his arm to throw the ball, amid many sneers and remarks which quickly ceased, however, as the ball curved out and then, curving quickly in, went right over home plate. It was a great surprise, and the coach 13 THE ACORN whistled softly to himself, for he wondered whether now he had really found something worth while. Jack made some poor plays that afernoon, as well as some good ones, and felt encouraged when the coach said he might play the next day. He played many more times but was finally placed only as a subii on the team. Emerson was the big manli in the senior class and was a line pitcher, one to be relied upon, and so far had pitched every game in the last year. Finally the day came when the big game of the season was to be played. Pittsfield was to play a team from a school across the river and the loss of that game meant the loss of the seasonys championship. Excitement ran high, for all knew what depended on this game and their adversaries were pretty hard to beat. The grandstand was well crowded when, amid the cheers and yells 0f the crowd and schools, both teams walked out, looking very gay in their gray suits with bright-colored stockings and letters. Emerson played fairly well but seemed to be a little upset. He pitched eight innings and the score was 3 t0 4 in Pittsfieldis favor. All knew now that on this inning everything depended. In the First half Emerson struck out and his side did not score a run. Not knowing what to do, the coach consulted with the manager and they decided they would give Jack a try because he could keep steady and put his curved halls over, their adversaries would probably not score and then their side would win by one run, Groans from his team greeted Jack as he started slowly to walk to the pitchers box, and remarks that now they were surely gone, but he was so deep in thought he did not hear them. Someone yelled, liBatter up i and a boy walked up quickly and took his place. The First ball went rather well, but the umpire called, Ball one ! Then it was 'lStrike one! Then three more balls, at which the umpire called, 'Take your baseP Jack was in despair. The next boy struck out, at which a quiver of delight ran over Jack, and he was resolved he would beat that team. The man at first stole to second, but that was not Jacks fault. So after the next man reached first and the one following him had hit a beauty right to Derrick, playing left field, who missed it but did not let the man on second make a run, the bases were full with only one out. Jack and the catcher having talked it over and rearranged some signals, Jack decided that if the batter hunted, which he was in the habit of doing, he would force the rest to move up. Then he could run up quickly and throw home, while the catcher threw to third, and so make a double play and therefore not score. Surely enough the plan seemed to work, for the man 'bunted, Jack ran up, threw to home and put the man way out. But alas! As the catcher was about to THE ACORN 1'7 throw the ball to third, it slipped and rolled towards the pitcher's box. Jack sprang forward, for he knew that in about four more seconds the man would reach third, and instantly threw the ball, not knowing whether the man was safe or out, until at last the umpire raised his hand and yelled, nOut! The game was over and they had won! Jack could not believe it until the coach rushed up and wrung his hand, declaring, much to Jacks embarrassment, that he had won the day. Needless to say, the boys quickly gathered around him; even Emerson, who felt pretty low-spirited, came up to him and said: HNice work, old man; nice work! tHELEN PAYNE, 1914. 18 THE ACORN SOME ASPECTS OF T HE FLOOD , O the world in general, the recent hood with all its horrors has been ,4 relegated to history, but to those in the Hooded region, it is still very, very real, and were it not for the all-saving sense of humor, which will crop out, no matter how serious the event, the suHerers would have been an extinct species long ago. In Piqua, Ohio, one daily paper was presumably put out of business, but two days after the deluge, there appeared at the various subscribers doorsteps a printed sheet so small as almost to deserve the use of the microscope, which announced bravely that it had come back to stay and that it was the ltFirst Flood Edition. This paper cheerily sought out the funny episodes, and dedicated a whole page to the task of making people laugh. Verity, the twenty-fifth of March was moving ,day, but unfortunately people generally prefer to have some say in the manner in which the move is made, so they were most ungrateful at the high-handed way Her Highness, the water, changed their habitations. In Piqua, two nights in succession people went scut- tling up the hills, west of town, like bugs out of a burning log, and returned to find their respectable dwellings standing upon their heads, 01' balancing freak- ishly upon their corners. A day or so later an advertisement like this seemed quite natural: FOR SALE. Buff-colored house, resting upon corner of Greene and Spring Streets. Apply, etc. A perfectly good house it was, too, although slightly unbalanced. A man living near Piqua had just completed a snug little house, when it was transplanted Over night to an empty lot across the street, Nothing daunted, the man immediately bought the lot, moved his household goods into his new home, and took up his abode on the new site. Another house was picked up and deposited in three neat sections several blocks from its original abiding place. A week later a chicken coop belonging to the building was discovered some distance down the river, with all the chickens caekling happily as they went about their business. They had laid twenty eggs during the excitement! The first night of the flood, when the water was rising over the town by leaps and bounds, and people were being swept down stream before help could get to them, a man whose stinginess is proverbial, was heard calling despairingly from his porch roof. A neighbor called over to find out his plight, so as to send suitable aid. The reply was thus: Oh, help! help! There goes my best tin pail down the street and I cant catch it. THE ACORN 19 tt-Certainly, Mr. Ke, came the reply from across the depths. uCertainly. Ilm right in the rescuing business tonight. Tin pails and people, it doesnlt matter, It was a profitable evening for Mr. Key for he spent the better part of it fishing for household articles that floated past his house, gathering a nice assortv ment of goods. It is an ill wind that blows nobody good? A great many interesting sights were missed. owing to the fact that the water was too deep to wade or too swift to swim. It must be added, however, that during the days that streets were designated as nsm:h4!.nd-such canalf' people had no desire to go sight seeing, because in the Erst place it meant using a boat that might otherwise be in use for rescue work, and in the second place; the sights were too horrible to visit voluntarily, and in the third place there was too much doing at each individual house in caring for those who were homeless. By the end of the flrst week, people had become accustomed to hearing, in reply to the question, ilHow did you fare ?l, lth, better than some. We lost all of our household goods, but we are all alive.n It is heart-breaking to go over the sections, now barren wastes, that were such a short time ago thickly populated districts. Occasionally a twisted pump protruding from the cobble stones pro- claims that some sort of building has rested there, but there is no stick to bear out the story. Where have these houses gone P you may ask. Many of them were frame, and when swept against bridges, were utterly demolished, and the timber may be found, scattered far down the river, along with the other wreckage. a ELEANOR ROGERS, 1913. 20 THE ACORN HERE AND THERE E. Ce Well, anyhow, the prettiest girls and fmest horses come from Ken- tucky. J. Re Huh! if I wanted a good horse, Pd go to New York and get me an Arabian horse. E. 'C.- Well, it would come from Kentucky, anyway. It,s too bad girls canjt play football. just think what a good player Eliza- beth Kroger would be. Miss Fox thinks she hasn't any bones at all. MISS F. troll calD- Katharine Wright e KATH.- I was just a little late. MISS Fe Isntt that strange! MADEMOISELLE texplaining a sentelaca- She walked all in one piece. MISS F.- How was Charlemagne crowned? D. C.- Why, Miss Florence, he was kneeling and praying and St. Peter set the crown on his head. VISITOR tin Rhetoric classte Which would you say, My dear Miss Browns or My dear Misses Brown? PRISCILLA e Neither. I'd say, my dear friends! Katharine Hauckts idea of heaven, as she says, his to go up and er-ere er -- be good.U MISS Be Charlotte, are you giving up History during Lent? The ttWait-a-Minute Class, 191-4, has a motto, Uunior Class Meeting Prompt. Something is twisted. P. Be There is no such thing as lemOn ice cream. K. E. There is. I've tasted it, but I hate it Jcause I can : stand it. MISS Be Who was the most important man in France in 1309? K. Re Mr. Napoleon. Will some one kindly inform Sara that it takes a twoncent stamp to send an invitation. and please not send any more C. O. D. to the boarders? THE SENIORS THE ACORN 21 MISS F. tin Algebra classt- What is the difference between m and n, Eliza- beth? E. C.- Why, one has one more loop than the other. M. L. tin Latin classtH-The island of Delos was placed in the sea by the Romans. MISS Be What became of the English Army? Le Why, they were all chopped up; they hadntt any head. L. tafter talking at lengthte Am I getting ahead, Miss E.? E. Ce She has one, hasn't she, Miss E? In a series of centerball games, C011. III were champions against Coll. I, II and IV The Int. department secured a. hard-fought game from Coll. I and II. It will be interesting next year for C011. III to defend its place against the present Int. IV. EXCHANGES The editors acknowledge the interesting numbers received of The Forge, University School; The Franklin, Franklin School; March and April Red and Blue, Franklin School, New York; Sharps med Flats, of the Conservatory of Music, The Gleam, Walnut Hills High School, and The Sentinel, O. M. T. 22 THE ACORN PERSONALS Three very interesting engagements have been announced recently: Kath- erine Block, 1911, to Mr. James J. Reis; Louise Collier, of Atlanta, Georgia, to Mr. Henry Stanton, of Cincinnati, and that of Pauline Workum to Mr. Ernest M. Ach, also of this city. This latter engagement was quite a surprise, as Miss Workum is still a college girl in her Sophomore year at Vassar. Louise Collier was a guest at Oakhurst residence quite recently and had two lishowers given in her honor. It will give her friends in this city the great- est pleasure to welcome this charming girl to her new home when she returns, a bride, in September. We extend to the three girls our warmest congratulations and earnest good wishes. Miss Florence Benedict has returned to her work after a leave of absence of three months. Her coming was a cause of great jubilation, and she must have had much happiness in finding herself so welcomed. ! ! Henrietta Jones is at home once more after a winter spent at Wolf, Wyom- ing, on the Eaton ranch. She has added a few pounds to her weight, and has absorbed much of the ttstrength of the hills. SCHOOL EVENTS Miss Mary Stone, of the mountain school at Hindman, Kentucky, was a welcome visitor in February. She was making her annual tour in behalf of the noble work that is being done at Hindman for the mountain children. The Juniors and Freshmen gave two delightful little plays after Easter. It was 21 Hawthorne Pageant, the plays, HIn Witchcraft Days and Merry Mount, were written by Constance DiArCy Mackay, and were very attractive. The hrst play was introduced by a prologue, UMuse of Hawthorne? recited with charming effect by Frances Harmon. The cast included the Junior Class and Helen Allen. All the characters were well presented, and the young actresses received cordial applause. An unusual and most attractive feature was a dance interlude given by Katharine Hauck and Helen Allen. Faunfoot, the Indian maid tKatharine Haule enticing the little Puritan tHelen Allem to join her dance. Merry Mount was given with much spirit, and was made pictureSque by a Maypole THE ACORN 23 Dance, and by the gay dress of the folk. It is to be repeated on June Jeth, the evening of the Senior Play. Many social affairs were scheduled for the Senior Class during the closing weeks of school. The First of these was a tea given on the tenth of May by Miss Ellen Cochran. She brought together a charming group of about forty girls, with several of their mothers, Whose courtesies were pleasantly acknowledged by the hostess. Professor Burnam, of the University of Cincinnati, gave a talk at the school recently, Showing about thirty fac-simiIe manuscripts. His visit was an event of rarest interest, and even the youngest of his listeners gave close attention and enjoyed every word. CALENDAR Class Day, Tuesday afternoon, June 3d. Senior Play, Wednesday evening, June 4th. nCI-CELYS CAVALIER? By BEULAH MARIE DIX. CAST Mehetabel, Cicelyts Aunt .......................... Grace Dudley Nehemiah Saxby, a Parson ....................... Ellen Cochran Cicely Widdrington ............................ Charlotte Haven Major Widdrington, Cicely,s Brother ........... Dorothy Coppock Captain Carewe, a. Cavalier ...................... Eleanor Rogers To be given at the Parish House of the Church of the New Jerusalem. Graduation Exercises, Thursday morning, June 5th, at the Womanlr. Club. Address by Mr. Bliss Perry, of Cambridge, Massachusetts. Graduates: Miss Ellen Cochran, Miss Dorothy Coppock, Miss Grace Dudley, Miss Charlotte Haven, and Miss Eleanor Rogers. Post-Graduates receiving College Certificates: Miss Rebecca Haven and Miss Jane Raymond. 24 THE ACORN REALLY, ALL THE SAME. As the railroad train was stopping, an old lady, not accustomed to traveling, hailed the passing conductor and asked: Conductor, what door shall I get out by ?it uEither door, Maiamj' graciously answered the conductor. T he car stops at both ends. WHY HE WOULD LIKE IT. The little son of the minister, at Sunday dinner, said at the family table: Father, I wish I could be ta doorkeeper in the House of the Lord: as you said this morningfl Indeed? said the minister-father, with a pleased look across the table at his wife. ttYesfi said the boy, nfor then I wouldnt have to listen to the sermon.U COULDN'T FOLLOW HIM. John? said farmer Foddershucks to his college-bred son, who was home on a vacation, hev ye noticed Si Mulletts oldest gal lately? Strikes me she's gettin, ter be a right likely critter, hey ?i, ttSheis as beautiful as Hebe, agreed John enthusiastically. t'Aw, shueksW grunted Farmer F. uSheis a blame sight purtierh he be. Why he ain't no beauty. She gits it frjm her motheris folks? USING H15 FRIENDS. A visitor from New York to the suburbs said to his host during the afternoon: By the way, your front gate needs repairing. It was all I could do to get it open. You ought to have it trimmed or greased or something. ttOh, no? replied the owner. KiOh, no, thafs all right.n uWhy is it all right ?'i asked the visitor. ttBecauseIi was the reply, every one who comes through that gate pumps two buckets of water into the tank on the roof. MOTHER tto hve-year-old Johnyejohn, everything I tell you goes right in one ear and out the other. IOHN e Maybe thatis why I have two. When a lawyer talks freely some one has to pay for it. THE ACORN 25 As a rule the plainer a theorem in Geometry is to a woman, the plainer the woman nWhy did Papa have appendicitis and have to pay the doctor a thousand dollars, Mamma ? KI11; was God's will, clear? IIAnd was it because God was mad at Papa or pleased with the doctor? HWhatts the diEerence between vision and sight? IIWell, see those two girls across the street? HYes. The pretty one I should call a vision of loveliness; but the other onew she's a sightW A SAD SEAL TALE. A mermaid sat beside the sea; Early she wept and late. 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