Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 90 of the 1919 volume:

e COMPILED BY SENIOR CLASS and ANNUAL BOARD ?zblcation T0 Miss Kendrick and to the Faculty, who have guided and instructed us in our formative years, we dedicate the Annual of 1918-1919 in humble token of our gratitude. F0 REWO RD To the Class of 1918 URING the year of 1917-1918 all the interests of the school, outside of preparing for college and other life duties, were centered in war and its demands. The Senior class denied itself many of the pleasures belonging to the closing year of school. Among the chief of its renunciations was an Annual. The money for its publication was raised by many ingenious devices, including a delightful dance given at the home of Mr. Frederick Tuttle, in Vemonville. As a result of effort and self-denial a generous sum of money was sent by the Seniors and the rest of the school to the Duryea Relief for Devastated France. Since there was no Annual to record the Class of 1918, these few words are dedicated to them. Commencement was very simple in its details. A fine address given by Rev. Frank H. Nelson closed the school year. The solo music for the occasion was furnished by Ruth Morris, one of the Seniors. The graduating class was as follows: Dorothy Cochlin Mary Pounsford Jessie Fieber Ruth Rogers Althea Ford Margaretta Tuttle Elvira Miller Katharine Tuttle Ruth Morris Charlotte Vail Lucille Motz Gertrude Windisch Valeska Wurlitzer Dorothy Cochlin and Ruth Rogers are at Wellesley College. Elvira Miller, Charlotte Vail and Gertrude Win- disch are at Smith College. Valeska Wurlitzer is at Bryn Mawr College. Lucille Motz and Althea Ford are students in the Cincinnati University. Ruth Morris and Mary Pounsford are studying music. Margaretta and Katharine Tuttle are at Rosemary. J essie Fieber has been doing government work at Washington, D. C. ' f l . Roberta West THE FACULTY-l9 1 8-191 9 Miss Helen F. Kendrick, Principal. Miss Florence Benedict, A. B. Assistant Principal. Latin, History. Miss Edith Crane, A. B. Latin, English. Miss Rose Shine, Mathematics, Science. Miss Falba L. J ohnson, History, Civics. Themes. Miss Sarah Spillard, B. L. Geography, Primary. Mm, Miss Hildegarde Ballauf, B. A. Bible, Psychology, Primary. ANNUAL BOARD Irene Schmidt Ruth Ahlers Marjorie Harris Mrs. Wright, B. A. Intermediate Department. Miss Emma Mendenhall, History of Art, Drawing. Mrs. Warren Ritchey, Elocution. Mademoiselle F. Beryl Speck, French Department. Miss Florence Murdoch, Manual Training. Miss Moses, Singing. Mary MaeNeale Marian Daniel SENIOR CLASS-l918-l919 Class Flowers ..... . . .Tea Rose and Violet Class Colors ........... , . , A .Lcwmdm and Pink Class Motto ...... . N 062's magnae came esse opnrtet Class Mascot .......................... Billikm .- : -:- o:- Senior Officers ANNIS RICHARDSON ......... President J OANNE BOYLE ...... . . .Vice-Pres'ident RUTH SELSER ........... Secretary and Treasurer ANNIS COOMBS RICHARDSON There is a. girl in our class, And she is wondrous wise. Our president wefve made her, And Wdll praise her to the skies. In French she is a wonder- To what she lmows there's no end, And in spite of all her learning, Shds a true, wann-hearted friend. J OANNE BOYLE Sweet J oanne of the radiant eyes, She Who is so very Wise, Dear Joanne of the many arts, Firmly planted in all our hearts; We love her, love her, love her, 50 How can we ever let her go. 10 11 RUTH DUNWOODY SELSER Where are you going, my little maid? Wm going a-motoring, Ruthy said. I'll speed my car from hill to hill; The police may rave but I won't stay still. For she's a good sport, and a dog and a car Are better than half the world by far. ELVINA SPRAGUE Laugh and the world laughs with you, For Where is the cause to cry? A smile from your lips is joy itself, And sorrow and sadness 11y. Laugh and the class laughs With you, Yet in spite of your jolly eyes, In civics you heartlessly shame us, Oh, how did you get so wise? 12 ALICE LOUISE WEST She is charming, she is fair, With a mass of light-brown hair, With a dainty mouth and nose Ready smile and winning clothes, Sweet and popular is she, A dear to know, a joy to see. 13 RUTH SEBASTIAN KELLY Have you seen her, the baby of our class? A waxen doll from Paris not so fair! A pretty, cute, and dainty little lass, With tiny hands and feet and night-biask hair. There is a twinkle in her baby Irish eyes, And a fascination in her every glance. At times there is a dreamy look andvsighs. Ah! These for one across the seas perchance? 14 GILLIAN BRAMMER A pretty maid with a. charming face, Full of life and fun and grace. Her eyes are shady pools of night, Her cheeks are the roses of June sunlight. Fond of dancing and clothes is she- Our Gill, a lady of Vogue might be. 15 MARY DALTON Goldy-locks, Goldy-locks, dainty and small, She's not a bit big, and she's not a bit tall. Her eyes they are large and a heavenly blue, With child-like innocence shimmering through. Goldy-locks, Goldy-locks. which shall it be A motor or travel beyond the deep sea? 16 KATHARINE LYND Straight she is and tall, Her stately head is crowned with heavy hair. A serious maid, with study iirst of all, For the quest of Knowledge holds her in its snare. A tongue and mind she has well fitted for the task Of all that Knowledge my command or ask. 17 VIRGINIA KITTREDGE Wise she is and lively, too, With pep encugh for twenty; She knows her histury' end to end, And studies diligently. She reads the paper mom and eve And knows just what is wherefore; She is a. peach we all agree, And love Virginia, therefore. 18 RUBY MARIE ROEGGE We have a sweet-voiced songster Whose songs are fair to hear. She,ll drive away your troubles With ambrosia for the ear. From dawn until the evening When all the daylight fails, Her deep brown eyes are pensive, For she,s dreaming of her scales. 19 ALICE POLLOCK BRAY Her voice is ever soft and low; And often sunk in thought is she. We can not guess, we do not know Of what she thinks so seriously. 20 The Peregrinations of a Potted Peanut Vender T IS 1924, over five years since the eWorld War ended and two years since woman has almost entirely taken the place of man in the business world. I have just started on my semi-annual trip selling potted peanuts, which you know, is now one of the greatest of delicacies, and can be found in every well- regulated household. My trip covers most of the large eastern cities and I decided that I would look up my classmates of that almost forgotten year of 1919, When we graduated from what is now the larg- est and best known school, not only of Cincinnati, but of the Western Hemisphere. Of course, it is familiar to all of you under the name of Acorn Educational Institute. My first stop was at the large and flourishing city of Lisbon, Ohio. I hunted up Annis Richardson, who had eloped at the tender age of nineteen. She is head of the well-known firm of The Ladies Perfect Thirty-six Shirtwaist Co. She introduced me to her husband who seemed to be a perfect housekeeper and to have their two children very well trained. After a long and wearisome ride on the train, I reached that beautiful metropolis of Westmoreland, Pennsylvania, where Mary Dalton resides and con- ducts the most exclusive hairdressing parlor in this section of the country. I was very busy and scarcely had time to say how-do-you-do, have my hair dressed, and wish her good-bye. 21 From there to my next stop did not occupy much time and I arrived at Scalp Level, where Virginia Kittredge teaches dancing and is noted for her poise and grace of movement. I spent the night with her talking over old times, and the next day went on to Sunbury, which, being the center of art and literature of the country, you would naturally expect to be the home of Joanne Boyle, who writes such classics as Dick of the Highwayft ttThe Lone Bandit of Smoky Mountain, etc. She also has a national reputation as a painter of young ladies faces. It was only a short trip from there to Hereford, where Elvina Sprague runs a chicken ranch. I did not get to see her, as it was dark when I arrived in town and she and the rest of the chickens had gone to bed. The large manufacturing city of Cold Spring, New York, was my next port of call, where I found Ruth Kelly and, as should naturally be expected, Ruth was teaching department to the young ladies of the high school. In the same city, by accident, I met Alice Bray whom I had not heard of for some time and whose address I did not know. I found Alice was superintendent of a shop for manufacturing boilers. She had obtained her position through the fact that she had such a powerful voice that it could be heard above the din of the ringing metal. We spent a few hours talking over our school days. Then I hurried off to see my customers, spending the night on one of the new airplane sleepers and arrived at the operatic center of the country, Earlsviile, Where the first per- son on whom I called was Gillian Brammer. I found her drilling a chorus of that exquisite new opera, The Boys Beautiful. She has had much experience in this work and her boy pony choruses surpass any- thing heretofore seen. I next called on Ruth Selser, residing at Middle- burg, and while all of my classmates that I have seen so far were carving out careers for themselves, she seemed to be the one exception, having a very pretty home of which she takes complete charge, seeing to all of the housework and personally taking care of her three children. She is devoted to her husband and has a great many warm personal friends among the gentlemen in the neighborhood in which she lives. She cares nothing for out-of-door sports, and can not be induced to drive an automobile or an airplane. While at Ruth's house, she asked me if I would not like to see Alice West, and upon my saying that I 22 should be delighted, we started out to find her. Being one of the most popular ladies of the town, this was rather hard to do, but at last we located her at the ttLadies' Athletic Club, of which she is the presi- dent and the largest member, weighing two hundred and fifty pounds. I had now completed my eastern trip and started for home, but before I arrived I had made up my mind to stop at Middletown, Ohio, which, as is well known, is the center of fashion of the world, and here, over the door of the emporium, was the name of Ruby Roegge, Who has become justly famous for her skill in designing ladies costumes. She, personally, showed me her newest models which were wonders of beauty. After spending an entire day with her, seeing her most exquisite and elaborate creations, I returned to the small village of Cincinnati where I found that my potted peanut factory had been burned to the ground, having been set on fire by a villainous man, jealous of the great business successes of the female sex. KATHARINE LYND. CLASS SONGS The Long, Long Trail AYS we've spent With you, dear Oakhurst, All have reached the end. Though the wide world we travel, Youtll still be our friend. 01d remembrances are thronging In memory and heart. Though we all are going far away, In spirit we'll never part. Choruse We've a long, long trail a-Winding Into the great big Beyond. Old Oakhurst, we are leaving you To tread on unknown ground. There will be our tears at parting; For all our school days are through. Wetre going down that long, long trail That leads us far from you. The Rose of No Man's Land AREWELL O. C. S., we are leaving you, To blaze an unknown path. We will sail the sea of things to be, And reach the goal at last. Dear old 0. C. S. to you we owe our best, Our thanks and our praise are true, Let us give three cheers for your guiding years And well bid farewell to you. 23 Rainbows T THE end of our school days With happiness, Comes the sorrow of parting from you. We will close the school door, to enter no more; 'But our hearts will ever be true. Teachers, forgive our failures, We've striven to do our best. To you we owe our gratitude. Farewell to you and all the rest. Choms- We all are leaving Oakhurst. Oakhurst, you are our pride. Now we will try our little wings, Laying books aside. Sometimes we look and fmd the sunshine, But now we only find the rain. Oakhurst, we do not want to leave you, The years we've spent with you have been a gain. Wetre sorry That we must go from Oakhurst, But Well think of you always the same. J OANNE BOYLE. Senior Popularity Contest 1-Best dancer, Ruth Kelly. 2-Smallest eater, Alice Bray. 3-Liveliest, Ruth Kelly, Elvina. Sprague. 4-Best giggler, Mary Dalton. 5 M0st dignified, Alice Bray. 6-Most easily embarrassed, Virginia Kittredge. 7 Best singer Ruby Roegge, Gillian Brammer. 8--Vainest, Alice West, Joanne Boyle. 9 Prettiest, Alice West, Gillian Brammer. IOLNeatest, Annis Richardson, Katharine Lynd. 11wWittiest, Virginia Kittredge. 12-Most romantic, Alice West. 13--Most practical, Annis Richardson. 14 Most athletic, Annis Richardson. 15- Greatest bluffer, Ruth Kelly. 16-Most attractive, Alice West, Ruth Kelly. 17 -Most stylish, Ruth Kelly. 18-Most courteous, Alice Bray. 19-Most popularwRuth Kelly. 20-Most studious, Alice Bray, Katharine Lynd. 21-Jolliest, Elvina Sprague. The Last Class Supper THE hotel throbbed with life. It was the hour of dining. People passed to and fro. The gaze of the guests turned to the hotel desk. Over this a huge banner of gold and white proclaimed to the guests that Oakhurst Collegiate School was in posses- sion that night. Below 3 white placard read: Class of 19 Room A 19. And this wasi88. A class sixty-nine years grad- uated and gone. Was this a mistake or a. farce? Was it some prank that even a dignified Senior might play? Some people stared and some glanced into Room A. They saw a table laid for twelve, each plate bearing an individual card. People gathered around to await the coming of the class of '19. At eight, Ernest, the head waiter, threw open the doors and took his stand in the corridor. ttExcuse mef murmured the polite clerk. you please make way for the class of ,19. The curious people moved to right and left until a narrow path was formed between them. Following the clerk, a bell boy walked, carrying upon a velvet salver a huge silver cup. The names of the class of 19 were engraved on this cup. Slowly, with dignity, there came a woman. A sweet-looking woman, small and slender, with beauti- ttWill 25 She passed into the corridor, paused She saluted it ml White hair. for a moment beneath the banner. gravely and then moved on. Ernest preceded her to the head of the table, while the clerk closed the door. The eyes of her who sat at the head of that empty table were blurred. Before her the class cup swam as if it floated in a silver mist. Ah! that she of all that noble group should be left to represent her loyal class. Ernest served the dinner and the orchestra played the class song. This song had been sung by girls many years before, Who in youth had defied eternity. The music rang and ceased. Awe-struck, the waiters passed from chair to chair. Before each plate had been placed an elaborate menu embossed with the Oakhurst seal and colors. Anxious to sustain her part in this strange cere- mony, she had tried to partake of her food, but she sat gazing at her plate, or playing with her silver- ware. After each course the orchestra had played the familiar Oakhurst airs, almost forgotten during the strenuous days of life. At a sign from Ernest, the waiters tiptoed from the room. The steam from the solitary dinefs coffee curled more and more feebly. The banquet had come to an end. I hope you have been pleased, ventured Ernest. Yes, I am pleased. Fill the cup, then 'you may g0.,l Ernest left. The woman stood up, sighed and took the cup. She held it up high. A smile of won- derful tenderness and sweetness transformed her features. Classmates, I have kept the faith, I have shown my love. I drink to you, the best class of the best school in the land. I drink to the next reunion, to the class of 19. With a sigh of content she sank into her chair and closed her eyes. For a long time she sat alone. Then Ernest came in and laid a gentle hand on the shoulder of the dreamer. She rose and passed slowly out. At the door she turned, took one long look at the room and went out to the waiting machine. The last banquet of the class of 19 had passed into the broad history of its Alma Mater. RUBY ROEGGE, '19. .g. .g. .;. THE IDEAL OAKHURST GIRL Hair-Mary Beecher Complexion-Jeanie Galt Eyes-Marjorie Harris Feet-Margaret Kelly Mouth-Alice West Voice-Gillian Brammer NoseeEmily Richardson Hands-Martha Brown Figuneg-Ruth Ahlers Smilem-Annis Richardson Teeth-Marian Daniel VIRGINIA KITTREDGE. 26 MON AMIE HEY called her Mon Amie and forgot her name was Millicent Vanderwalker. Mon Amie was as ugly as they make 'em. She had yellow hair of the wispy straw variety and she slicked it back and flattened it down. Her eyes were pale blue and wide-set, fringed with light brows. She had a flat nose and a wide mouth; but there was a shining light of cleanliness about her and a sincere warmth of kindliness that were more soothing than beauty- and for all her undisputed ugliness she was the most beloved nurse of Base Hospital No. -. Even her arrival was eventful for it marked the beginning of a brilliant career. It was a rainy even- ing and Mon Amie made her appearance in trailing rubber garments. Her ruddy face was wet and shin- ing, and rain-rivers trickled down her cheeks and nose. For some unexplained reason she had become separated from her companions and had walked most of the way to the hospital. She was bespattered with mud but in a remarkably short time was ready for work. It was a quiet night at the hospital. There were a number of men at the restless period of their con- valescence who were trying to amuse themselves. There was a piano at the end of the room and someone tried to bang out some sort of- song. The men at- tempted to sing with the uncertain accompaniment. The result was a flat failure. 27 Oh, I say! cried one of the fellows impatiently, Sister Madelon, come play us something. But I canlt, said a nurse hopelessly. Can't anyone? implored the soldier. Sure, said Mon Amie, and tramped to the piano. They all laughed because she was so big and clumsy. Mon Amie was not at all nonplussed. She closed her eyes and smiled. It was Over There first of all. Everyone stopped laughingsshe played like a streak! She went into every popular song she could think of With all her force and energy. The men sang them- selves hoarse. Then Mon Amie had the iioor. She switched into a new channel and lifted her voice in song. It was HCarry me back to Old Virgirmy, My Old Kentucky Home, and a host of others that brought tears to every eye. What mattered it that Mon Amiets voice was shrill and a bit uncertain, or that it wandered from the original key? The true- hearted spirit was there. After a time that seemed too short to her audience. Mon Amie swung around in her chair. Assez! Assez! She cried. Pm so doggone! Then everyone roared again, forgot his tears and applauded her to the echo. Mon Amie bowed with mock dignity. W611 raise the roof another night, she said. After that all knew her and she was Mon Amie to the entire hospital. She worked like a dray-horse and nothing was too hard or too mean for her. Everything Mon Amie laid her hands to seemed to be the thing that gave her the greatest pleasure in life. whether it was scrubbing flotors, reading to the sick or playing the piano. There was an art in everything she did. Mon Amie had more than mere physical beauty. Hers was a beauty of the spirit. It was without passion, without longing, and satisfied rest- less spirits as it satisfied itself. Mon Amids concerts were few after the first night. The great American Drive began and masses of wounded men crowded the hospital to its extremity. N urses were scarce. Those of the staff worked night and day and nearly dropped from exhaustion. Sup- plies ran low, and still the wounded were rushed in. Then came the horrible time when the anaesthetics gave out. Operations were performed without ether. The suffering was a long nightmare With no awaken- ing. Mon Amie, of the unbreakable strength, worked double and triple time. A young officer was brought in one day with a shattered leg. His face was almost blue from the agony he was undergoing but not amoan escaped him. It will be necessary to amputate the legf the doctor said, half to himself, half to the young nurse beside him. The girl should have been hardened by that time, but she cried out: 28 '1 cant stand it! The young officer closed his eyes and hit his lip cruelly. Come, come, Miss Anthony. This isn,t the time for personal feelings. The instruments quickly. The girl obeyed his commands as in a dream. But she was whimpering. The ofiieer writhed in agony. With a weak moan, Miss Anthony crumpled up in a heap on the floor. Then Mon Amie was there. She picked up the nurse in her strong arms and laid her on a cot. Then she was at the doctor's side. There was not a quiver in any movement. Her hands were steady and powerful. The ordeal was successful, and the man lived to give his saviour a weak smile and a whispered t'Mon Amieft The strain of steady work and the constant re- straint of any feeling was at last broken. Not that the furious fighting abated or that the wounded were brought in less frequently, but a reserve of nurses and doctors was sent as a relief. There was now a chance to draw a free breath and to sleep a sleep of peace. Allowed to think and rest, Mon Amie gave way to her strained nerves. At a simple operation her hand trembled and she wept. The doctor eyed her severe- ly and another nurse took her place. The final result was that Mon Amie was sent to Paris for a two-weekst rest. There she made her home with a kindly French family. The household consisted of the old mother, the oldest daughter, who was married and whose husband was fighting for his beloved Rance, and two other daughters, about eighteen and nineteen, Yvonne and Marie. The younger girls were anxious for Mon Amie to teach them Eng- lish. She was willing, of course, but her struggle with French was patheticahy funny. Her accent was abominable, but she floundered conscientiously With the faint hope of some day winning her battle. The house faced on a busy street in the west end of the city. Mon Amie's latticed windows opened over the street and it was part of the nurses enjoy- ment to watch the endless stream of. human life pass- ing and repassing at all hours. Sometimes a bright patch of color would swing by as a French soldier made his way down the little street. Now and again the dull brown of a khaki uniform would pass across her window-picture. Save for these bits of war reminders, the scene was restful and restoring to the nurses nerves. It was a bright clear morning and Mon Amie was sitting by her open window daming stockings. The air was fresh and buoyant, and she sniffed it with her head high. She was beginning to feel the tug of impatience now that she was her normal self. Then far away faint strains of music colored the air. Mon Amie listened. No! Yes, surely it was the Star Spangled Banner, and drawing nearer! Her darn- ing fell from her lap and she hung out of the window 29 as far as safety permitted. They must come down her streeta-surely they would come! The music died away into the beat of drums, but the tramp of many feet drew nearer and nearer. Then the full glory of the sunlight on the folds of Mon Amieis own flag burst into view. And under the sheltering stars and stripes marched a mass of the beloved khaki figures. Crowds sprang up from everywhere and nowhere and shouted beside the men. Mon Amie clung tightly to the Window ledge with one hand to keep herself from plunging into the khaki see below. With the other hand she waved a shameless black stocking. Oh-oh, Sammee-ee! she cried in a mighty voice. The soldiers waved up at her. Even an oHicer or two hashed a smile. Mon Amie thrilled gloriously. They cantt see my face from down there, she said happily, and continued to wave and shriek. Then there was a titter above her. She twisted her head around. Two pretty faces, sparkling with excitement, met her puzzled stare. They were Yvonne and Marie. They, too, were waving to the khaki boys. Mon Amie felt a slow red mount to her face. She and the stocking sank back into the room. The mirror encountered her shamefaced expression. You simple fool, she said to herself sternly. itYou had the nerve-the colossal nerve! The last day of Mon Amieis rest cure drew its dying breath in a warm, starry evening. It was too beautiful to stay indoors, so she wandered through the streets in a solitary ramble. But she was not lonely, she was far too interested in her surroundings to feel any longing for companionship. That was Mon Amiels inexpressible art and we can not fathom its depths. She came to the outskirts of a little park and a deserted bench looked inviting to her. A dull light broke in the sky and she sighed. There is going to be a moon, she announced. Not that moonlight affected Mon Amie to the extent of feeling romantic, but perhaps there is the strain of moon-madness in the blood of every human being. She watched the first pale edge break through the thin clouds that hung low oh the horizon and then climb into its calm silver glory. For a long while she sat in silence and philosophised on the moon. Then her silent musing was interrupted. A tall figure approached the bench. Mon Amie saw that the newcomer was in the American uniform. He is going to try to flirt with me? she thought. Wait, Pll show him my face at the critical moment and hell back away With a 'Moi Gawdll ll The man sat down on the other end of the bench. Mon Amie waited for the critical moment. To her surprise, he took oiT his hat and dropped his head in his hands, and was entirely oblivious to her. She edged closer and laid a strong hand on his shoulder. Nothing much the matter, is there?H she said. The soldier raised his face and gave her a startled look. Then he smiled radiantly. 30 Youlre an American? he cried. Yea bet. Pm a nurse. They call me 'Mon Amie? Whatls that? asked the soldier. ttI translate it leverybodyls friendf said Mon Amie. ttThat suits me, the man answered. Gee, Pm like a lish out of water. I cant remember a darned word of this French business. Neither can I, soothed the nurse. What gets me is how they understand each othereitls more than I can do. Yes? agreed the soldier hopelessly. Why aren't you enjoying yourself tonight instead of coming out here and getting mooney'Pl she asked kindly. iThat sort of enjoyment doesn't suit me, the mournful one replied. I get sick every time I touch a drop of Wine, and I guess Pm homesick. Sure you are, said Mon Amie. HYou'll get used to it though. When did you hear from Her last? The soldier glanced at her quickly. There was only sincere interest in her face. That's what makes me homesick, I guess. I only have the good-bye letter she wrote before I left the States. She warns me against French girls-as if I'd look at one with her picture in my pocket! She just talks about French girls and pretty nurses and then finally remembers me. The dejected soldier dug his hand in a pocket above his heart and brought out a small flat object. He put it into Mon Amids sympathetic hands and struck a match. Her picture, he breathed romantically. Then he told the nurse the story of his uneventful country- town life. But even this peaceful living had not been left untouched by the war. HYoutre not afraid to go out there, are you? asked Mon Amie. tTm not afraid of death-but Mame and I were a lot to each other and if I didnt come back-h Look here, said Mon Amie. The whole thing's run by Fate, and if you can beat her, more than likely you can get away with it. But perhaps shets on your side anyway, so whats the use of worryinge you'll come out right in the end. I suppose you're right, said he dubiously. They talked a. while longer, then the mournful soldier walked back with the nurse. Herets my layout, she said as they drew near the house. The man held out his hand. ttGee, youtve done a lot for me, said he warmly. She took the proffered hand in her powerful grip. ttI wouldntt tell Mame too much about it, she warned. She might worry more than necessary about those pretty nurses! The next day Mon Amie made her reappearance at the hospital. She stood in the doorway and drank in the whole scene with rich enjoyment. 31 Lord, it's good to be back, she said, and was tight in her harness again before the hour was out. There were few of her old friends left among the patients, but those few welcomed her With enough ardor for a regiment. One evening, after an old-time concert, Mon Amie swung around in her accustomed way and ended With a stiff bow and the usual mock-affectedness. Her foolish expression died away into one of sincere be- wilderment. In the doorway stood a tall gray-haired man in the uniform of an officer of high rank. The head doctor was with him and several ofIicers stood behind him. Miss Vanderwalker, ju st a moment, please? said the doctor. She tramped across the room. Miss Vanderwalker, said the officer, smiling, ttwe have enjoyed your entertainment. Mon Amie was not embarrassed. ttThank you, she said loudlyeshe could not mod- ulate her voice. It was only a lot of foolishness, but the men seem to enjoy it. They get used to all the horrors of war in time. The officer smiled. ttI wanted to suggest that you give your services elsewhere, he said. ttThere is great need of such as you in the many camps and hospitals. Will you consider this? ttNo, said Mon Amie shortly. ttBut, argued the officer, you will receive a very good salary and- tlThe money doesnit interest mefi she replied. Her apron began to twist under her fingers. nDonlt misjudge me, Miss Vanderwalker. Your entertaining powers would be most valuable. uBut theylre valuable here, she argued. This is a small hospital. Much more good could be done in a larger way. I am trying to confer an honor on you! he ended laughing. Mon Amie was stubborn. You're mighty kind. But these men here are my best amis-they're my familywwhy they couldnt get along Without me! She added this most frankly, and the officer saw the uselessness of further argu- ment. Do you realize to whom you were talking? asked the head doctor a little while later. It was Colonel . He named an important man of the Ameri- can forces. Was it? said Mon Amie calmly, but he wanted me to desert my boys-I would have said the same to General Pershing. The days dragged by in the usual routine. Mon Amie worked for her boys, suffered With them and did all but die for them. In the midst of an evening's entertainment, the lights suddenly went out. Mon Amie stopped, and that moment of quiet brought to all the distant sound 32 of an aeroplane. Not that this sound was unusual, but this together with the darkness meant some dan- ger. Mon Amie banged out the iiMarseillaise and told them all to join in. iiThey go down in midsea singing after a sub hits them, she thought. were in almost the same fix, so welll go down or up singing. Then aux armes citoyensi, and a terrific crash and explosion drowned every other sound. There fol- lowed an answer to the cowardly challenge in the Spitfire of an anti-aircraft gun. In the silence between challenge and answer Mon Amiels shrill voice filled the room with a shakey but brave rendi- tion of A Babyis Prayer at Twilight. The wounded men were calling out in their helplessness and fright. There was a womanis scream, but Mon Amieis insistent music gave courage. Its all right, boys, she bellowed. They only hit the dining roomtweive got Fritziis goat now! Another crash. A dead silence followed. The piano had stopped. The hospital was in confusion and nurses and doctors ran against each other in the dark. Then a voice from somewhere. iiTheylve got him! Hels on lire and falling fast! The messenger ran oh and the lights flashed up. One side of the long room was badly damaged. The beds were covered with bits of debris. Mon Amieis platform and the piano were buried under the wreck- age. And Mon Amieethey found her face down in a puddle of blood. My God, she's dead! cried a doctor rushing to her side. With the help of a nurse he forced her to a sitting position. Blood was pouring from a great Q THE STRUGGLING JUNIOR How rough and rugged is the hill You have essayed to climb; HOW long ,thll be before you reach The summit so sublime. Yet struggle onward, weary one, And ever keep in mind, That all the ends of all lifels roads Are diflicult to find. H. MILLET. '3' 33 gash in her head. The pale eyes fluttered open and her lips moved slowly. The damned scoundrels! said Mon Amie. ltThe damned scoundrels! Theylve busted my piano! JOANNE BOYLE, ,19. .0 'e OAKHURST 0, say, can you see by the dawnls iirst ray, A banner in color so brilliant and gay? Know ye all, ltis the banner of Oakhurst so dear, Hush, as the cheer for Oakhurst rings clear. Under the colors of gold and of white, Right will we be for we're sure of its might; So if you are a member of Oakhurst School, Try to keep to the golden rule. DICKIE CHENAULT, age 13. Betty Charis Marjorie Harris Roberta West Ruth Ahlers . Eleanor Simpson Jane Peck Marjorie Wright J UNIOR CLASS - l 91 9 Class Flower .................... Blackeyed Susan Class Colors .................... Orange and Black Class Mascot ............................... Owl Class Motto ................... Amicit'ia et fidelitas J unior Officers BETTY CHARLS. . . .................. President MARJORIE HARRIS ............. Vice-Presidem GRACE MILLER ...................... Secretary EMILY RICHARDSON ................ Treasurer Class Marie-Louise Brown Cherry Greve Martha Brown Virginia Rogers Rosamary Kelly J ane Gayle Grace Miller Mary Benedict Marion Daniel Margaret Morgan Margaret Kelly Henrietta Millet Emily Richardson 35 Class Flower ..................... Salt and Pepper Class Motto ........... Venimus, videmus, Mmemus IRENE SCHMIDT ................ SARA ELIZABETH ROBBINS ..... Vice-Presidem Doris Bauer Charlotte Bishopric Laura Lee Benedict Clara Elizabeth Findlater Adele Heitz Edith J ungclas Marguerite Juterbock Sophomore Officers Gail Perin Anna Webb Phillips Cora Merrell Charlotte Muhlhauser Virginia Muhlhauser Katharine Ragsdale Sara Elizabeth Robbins 37 4.. Class Colors ..................... Black and White . . . .President KATHARINE RAGSDALE. . . . A . , . . . Treasurer ELOISE LANIER URNER ............. Secretary Class Alexina Smith Irene Schmidt Eloise Umer Dorothy Winchell Delia Workum Cecil Smith Class Colors ................... Dark Red and Geld Class Mascot ................... White Teddy Bear Class Motto ............... Bie'n faire et laisser dire Freshman Officers MARY MACNEALE ................... President LAURA POUNSFORD. . . . . . . . . . . , .V'ice-Presidem ELIZABETH SUTPHIN, . . . . . . .Secretary-Treasurer Glass Mary Macneale Catharine Carter Elizabeth Clay Laura Pounsford Elizabeth Sutphin Mary Beecher Mary Rogan Lida Mitchell Jeanie Galt Sarah Benedict Mildred Lockwood Sarah Louise Benedict 39 Grace Maser Marion Windisch Emily Nell Peck Anya Marie Marmet 41 Primary Class CaroIine Collier Margaret Lynd Caroline Miller Laura Rhodes Kathanne More Margaret Grace Roos J ane Windisch Ihtermediate Class Frances Behrend Dickie Chenault Charlotte Collins Elizabeth Golde Doris Dieterle Margaret Hazelton Frances Hunt Dorothy Lynd J ane J ewett Amelia MacAlister Eleanor Macneale Helen Pease Marie Miller Leslie Rankin Marguerite Roderick Lorna Strum: Patricia Schmidt Florence Telford Minnie Westheimer Alice Wiggers Elizabeth White J ean Wiggers J ean Wilkenson FRESHMAN'S WISH The Freshmanis wish-the Senioris smile, The Freshmanis guide-the Senioris dial, The Freshmanis woe-uthe Senioris frown, The Freshmanis goal-the Senioris crown. SARAH BENEDICT, i22. -:- .2- -:- CAESAR Caesar was a mighty man, They held the iiscuta high in air He lived across the Rhine; And threw some titela round; He didn't eat nor smoke nor chew, In thirty minutes all the hosts And all he drank was Wine. Were lying on the ground. One day he took his soldier boys Then Caesar hastened to his camp And placed them in a line; And took his notebook out, And When the nhostes came along In which he wrote and wrote and wrote, His men began to shine. My! but that man could spout. I wonder if he really knew That martyrs left behind Would have to read his copious notes- Stay up all night and grind. LAURA LEE BENEDICT, ,21. 43 THE FRESHMAN CLASS Shefs a very bonny lass, Always bright and cheery, Quite a wonder in her class, Thafs our president, Mary. Next comes one who's tall and fair, Some say she is quite witty, Dark-brown eyes and light-red hair, ThatHs our darling Kitty. Next in line comes Mary B, A very charming lass, As for lessons, 0 dear me, They say she heads the class. Dainty, brilliant Marion, An artist she will be, I wonder if she Will recall Or der remember you and me. A fair and gracious maiden, Very sweet and true, Dear old jolly J eanie Wdre awfully fond of you. Lida Mitchell next in line, Quiet and very neat, Big blue eyes and yellow hair, Shds certainly awfully sweet. 44 Who comes next? Why Mildred, Black hair and light-blue eyes, A wonderful complexion, THey say shds very Wise. A jolly attractive classmate, Very good-natured, too, Why, minus Mary Regan I don't know what we d do. Very slender and graceful, A hundred in math. every day. A very congenial companion, Is brilliant Elizabeth Clay. Next our darling Laura Comes frolicking into view, Very sweet and loving, Awfully pretty, too. A talented young lady, Emilie Nell Peeks her name, Some day in the future, She'll be a writer of fame. Very sweet and dignified, But 0, how she can tease, This very kind and quiet girl, Our own dear Sarah Louise. Next comes Grace a-flying, Anniets next, so fair and tall, To bring the latest news! Neatly-fixed dark hair, Without this brilliant girl Two brown eyes that peep around Our reputation wetd lose. Dimples everyWhere. Sarah is a darling girl, Alone at last the author stands, Always game for something new, 'Tis hard this verse to write, The world would be lots better And so I leave in otherts hands If we had some more like you. My fate, for them to right. ELIZABETH SUTPHIN. 0:. 0:. v 5. OUR AGE 11 One day he went up in the air I And spied a German Hun; Hurray, hurray, hets coming home today, And hoping to have some lively fun And we are going to meet him He turned his gun upon the Hun With the big old dappled grey. And whirrr, down spun the measly cur, He's been way so long from home, And thatts the way he won his Croix I'Mos.t eighteen months, I know, de Guerra. That when he gets back here, again And so hurray, hurray, hets coming home Our joy Will overflow. today, And we are going to meet him With the big, old dappled grey. FRANCES M. HUNT, Jr., 23. 45 STUDY HALL Dedicated to Miss Florence Benedict H-OOOO-WA! sounds up May Street in the wind and rain. Ah-oooo-waW comes into the study hall. There is a gentle squeeking of chairs, a quiet shuffling of feet and a silent giggle or two and Oakhurst study hall resumes its outward appearance of the model school it is. But it is the seventh hell on Friday, a slow, rainy Friday at that, and the talking rows contain their habitual occupants. Miss Florence is trying her best not to inflict any demerits and there is a gentle, awful crackling of papers, scribbling of pencils, '3- '2' '2' passing of French books and frequent sighs and glanc- ing at wrists. Then with an imperceivable beginning, with a grad- ual steady increase, from the sigh of the wind and the sigh of the girls springs up a universal noisy silence that spreads and grows until- Ah-oooo-wa sounds up May Street, and in the study hall there is a general squeaking of chairs, shuffling of feet, dropping of 'books and pencils. Then Oakhurst study hall sits down again. Girls! with Miss Florenceis sternest look-but it is the seventh bell on Friday. JANE W. PECK. LUNCH HOUR Lunch hour is hereejust watch us work, This part of the program we do not Shirk. We rush about-and down the stairs And make a scramble for our chairs. We pay little heed to the ring of the bell, And often break rules, With our yelp and yell, To get at the food that is slow to come on, And iight for the food that is soon to be gone. Our hours of study are ofttimes a bore, The lunch-hour, however, is one soon der, And what we especially want to say, Is to have lunch-hour four times a day. SARAH BENEDICT. WANDERINGS OF A SENIOR I was trying To write Something funny For the Annual; And you know We awful hard To see the funny Side of life In study hall When Miss Fiorence isn't A bit Funny. Kelly didn't feel So good; And our prettiest girl Was seriously rubbing the shine From her tip-tilted nose. Annis was Hot-H She was looking for 3 Bomb or something To raise inspirations. Gill came in Breathless- She had put herself on 3. Shelf someplace And felt kind of Funny- But it want the kind of Funny I was looking for. Alice B. doesn't say Much. There isn't anything Funny When K. Lynd Has just crushed us in Psychology. Mary was giggling; But she kept her Joke Over There On the other side of the room. Elvina is a very Lovable Girl- She and our prettiest girl Are very Very Lovable.- 47 They even love each other In Study Hall. Virginia was talking to Herself in Latin, So I didn't say Beans. Ruby has a lot of Ambition. But she was taking it out on The piano. I bet Ruth S. would have Sympathized with me, Because I was trying To write Something funny For the Annual and- Oh! what's the use! I dont believe There is A funny side of life! 0. BJ A FAIRY QUEEN A fairy queen in her palace sat, With a low bow, he said in a strange voice, On a lovely golden throne, Oh queen, I have sought thee for years, And the crown on her head shone With rubies, bright Now run not away, but here with me stay, red, And quiet your queenly fears. . f ' And every kmd 0 stone Long years ago, thy father, now dead, Her chamber was filled With fancy gown5e Was aided in war by a king; A new one for each day; So for this aid at high price he paid- While at her feet, a kitten sweet His daughterea tiny young thing. h ' k'tt i h l . , Was appym 1 ems pay That king in his tomb is lymg today Thus the long days passed slowly by And I, dear queen, am his son- And each to the queen seemed the same The debt is not paid, but accept me, fair maid, Until she heard a voice like a bird And two hearts will then beat as one! S ftl call' her a e. o y mg n m The queen, all startled, gazed at the prince, Then down from her throne the lady jumped, Then blushed as pink as a rose; Fast out to the garden she ran, In his strong arms he seized her, and daringly Before her bright eyes, to the queenls great surprise squeezed her- She saw a handsome young man! The rest of it everyone knows! EMILIE NELLE PECK, ,22. 0:0 o$ 0:. JACKis RETURN SCENES FROM TREELAND A ringing shout of joy from pa, As I was sitting in the Osage tree, And then a shout from ma, A little gray bird sat down by me, Dear mother, said the sailor boy, He was as pretty as he could be, le home again, Ahoy! ! As he trilled his sweet little melody. LESLIE RANKIN, Age 12. LESLIE RANKIN, Age 12. 48 COGITATIONS OF T OMMY W! GEE! I think motherts mighty mean. Therets nuthint to do in bed. Mother said to think about what Pve done. Humph! That wasnIt nuthint. What if I did take down Old Man Greenls fence? That ainit nuthin? Everybody does that on Halloween. Mother aintt got no sense. Nobody gets put to bed fer jesi doing things on Hal- lowelen. Say itts jes, too mean tut Halloween had to come on Friday. Ef it was any other day she couldnlt a, put me to bed. lid 3., had to go to school. Gee, but I hate school and that old Miss Henderson. Godness, but we frightened her good ant plenty. Say that was some fun, even if I did cut my hand when I was makin' the punkin head. That wasntt as bad as Billy Carpenter. He got burned sumpthint awful. I wonder if his motherls seen his hand yet. Pll bet hell have to make up sumpthiny to tell her. I aimost hadta tell a fxb about my bani That would have been too bad Icause then I wouldn't never go to heaven. Geeeeeeee! I wonIer whatfll happen after Pm dead. I been awful good so far. I aint never toll a lie but Iceptin, once and then I said my prayers three times that night so I guess it was 33 right. I wonler if Pll ever be an angel. Gee! wouldn,t I 49 look funny with great big white wings. I worfer what kind'a clothes angels wear. I'd hate to wear skirts like the angels in pictures. I wonter if angels steal gates on Hallowe'en. Mebbe they miss all the fun. I guess mebbe ltd rather not be an angel. Jim- my Cruthers says he aintt goint to be one. Gee, he swears, anI lies, an, sasses his Ma sumpini awful. He says when he dies he,s going to -- but mebbe I better not swear just yet. Later on I might change my mind anI want to be an angel antnen I couldnt be one. Gee! its only been five minutes. Mother said two hours. 111 have to get up before then. Say, it ainit no fair. It didnt take two hours to take off the fence an' put it on the telegraph pole an' to scare Miss Henderson with the punkin head anI ring a few door bells. Mebbe Mother didn't think oi that-Mother! MOTHER! Aw, she cant hear me ani she wouldntt let on like she did anyhow. Say, thereis nuthint to do here. Illl bet Billyls not in bed. I wonier who tolt on us. I bet it was that sassy Ruth Martin. Shes the poores' little bum yiever seen. I bet'ja anything she saw us ant acourse she'd tell. Say its funny, but layin' in bed makes a feller awful sleepy. I guess IIll-goe-toesleeeeeeeep. CLARA ELIZABETH FINDLATER. THE J UNIOR BOLSHEVIK V . i whee. Q3hm$3nm$$km WE A E NE AutuoR BOLSHENsK w , awwotwentwme 50 OAKHURST GIRLS The styles this year are something rare, But most of our girls do not care. The skirts are tight, split up the back, Long, but greatly resemble a sack! You can count on our girls for the best of styles, They trip along but always with smiles, Theytre smart and bright and ready for work, And from their tasks they never Shirk! When Oakhurst girls are out at night, Their popularity is a great sight. Theytre true and jolly and full of pep, And still they keep their Oakhurst rep. EMILY RICHARDSON. THE GIRLS HE LEFT BEHIND HIM THE huge transport, Henderson, bearing the happy, home-coming heroes of the Second Division, swung into the New York harbor. Soon a stream of khaki-clad figures was pouring down the gangplank, and the survivors of that famous division, which had faced all odds of war, and conquered, at Chateau Thierry, were once more on their native heath. They were too happy not to be noisy as they marched to the station, for they were American to the core, and expressed their happiness through their vocal chords. After seeing his men established in their quarters on the train, Major Richard Livingston, D. S. 0., finally stretched himself out on a seat in the day coach, and planted his big feet on the opposite one. He seemed very young to have the rank of Major, and just now his new dignity sat very lightly on his broad shoulders, as he gazed with complacent satis- faction at the Flying scenery. Good old stateeNew York-not as good as Ohio, though, especially one part of Ohio-Marystown, by name. Then his thoughts flew to his home there. Mother would want to be giving dances and things for himeheid make her chuck them, though, for a while. He just wanted to see the family, and Dorothea, and Patsey, too. She was a good scout. Somehow he had en- joyed her letters more than Dorothea'seseemed to 51 have more in them. He wondered about Dorotheae what she had been doing. And then he fell to evok- ing memories of their not long past childhood. He remembered when they used to play in the lawn swing. He and Patsey would be the engineers, and Dorothea the passenger. He remembered how they would pump their sturdy little legs up and down, until they aehed, to hear Dorothea scream with de- light. It had always been that way. He wondered if it would be changed now. A week later Dick was slowly walking up Main Street toward Dorotheais house where he was to have tea with Dorothea and Patsey. He was glad of this opportunity to have a long talk with Dorothea, and Patsey, too. Somehow he couldnit remember Doro- thea's talking of anything but his funny new mus- tache. Patsey had told him of her war work at Washington;and he had been interested, too. It was great stuff for a girl. He wanted to know about Dorothea-he had been so close to realities, out there, that somehow he couldnit accept Dorotheais gay lightness as her real self. Later, fortified by a cup of steaming tea, and a pyramid of sandwiches at his elbow, he asked Doro- thea what she had been doing during the world war. itOh, Dorothea laughed her delightful laugh, tTve been touring the different camps with mothere raising the morale of the men, you know, by parties and things, giving them glimpses of girls like those they are used teaso they donit entirely forget caste in this dreadful melting pot of the army. Dick was conscious of a deep sense of all his doubts being realizedehis first ideal had failed him at the crucial test-had stooped to petty things. He was roused from his reverie by Patsey saying that they must go. Because he was not a melodramatic man, Dick quietly kept his hurt to himself, and every day grew to be better friends with Patsey. IN SPRINGTIME The birds are still coming From the southland so warm, And bees are a-humming To wake up the farm. And buds are a-bursting On the soft willow trees, And flowers are blooming In the cool Springtime breeze. CAROLINE COLLIER, 3d G'rade Primary. o o 5- 0.0 52 There came a time when it was Whispered about town. that Patsey was engagedeto the French officer out at the fort. Dick wondered why this news dis- turbed him so, and then, suddenly, he knew. He walked straight toward Patseyis house, Where she was clipping roses in the garden. Patseyf, he began, and then because he found other words inadequate, he took her in his arms, and whispered, My Pal! ROBERTA AYE WEST, Junior. O 0.0 THE BLUEBIRD See the blue bird in the tree, He is singing to you and me; He brings us cheer throughout the day And comes to us in happy May. ELEANOR MAC NEALE, '1 st 1 ntermedz'ate. SEA-FEVER Last night the sea was calling From a thousand miles away. It burned and stung the blood of me And kept me in its sway. And I was sick to death of men And all that men could teach, For the call of the sea was in my blood, . And I burned for the untrod beach. My hands ached for the feel of sand And the sting of Wind and spray. For once the sea has caught you, Youtve no will to break away. A thousand miles away I stood Under a smoky sky; And the city pulsed like a restless heart While the broken wind crept by. Far away the river whistles Came to me in the night, And mocked my civilized prison That chained me in its might. Tonight the sea is calling. Can you understand that call? It means throw down your worldly things And sacriiice your all. It means set out on the highway, And your heart shall be your worth; And follow the sea forever To the other ends of the earth. J OANNE BOYLE. BLUE MONDAY Late to breakfast, Late to school, Stay a half-hour- That's the rule. Forgot my theme, Cantt do that Math. Have to face Miss Shines wrath. Lost my French book, Proseh ian; right. Oh, shades of Caesar, Will he can tDHight? BERT. Say girls, just between you and me, He is purely fictitious! Poets license! WANTED - ONE IMAGINATION ACK CRAIG loved Virginia Daleethat is, he loved her as much as he was capable of loving anything feminine. That was one thing in life J ack could not see-WOMEN. And Virginia Dale was attractive and one could have a good time with her. He would probably marry her and theyld lead a typical, everyday life, but that was really all he wished forefor Jack had been left out when that greatest of all human blessings-IMAGINATIONs had been distributed. The other person to be considered in this case- Miss Dale-Was blessed with what you would call one-half of a good, strong, healthy imagination. She just didnit care and when Jack Craig began to pay her attention, she took the natural course-cared for him with her half an imagination. Virginia had been away for awhile and she was to have returned that evening. J ack really wanted to go swimming, but he realized that it was the least he could do to see Virginia the first night she came home. So, armed with a big box of cand y, he and the Mercer started toward the Dale home. Knowing that the chug-chug of the machine had already announced his coming, he jumped out of the car in front of the house and whistled. In answer, a screen on the side of the house was opened and some- one called, Whois there, please? 54 It wasn't Virginials voice, and though feminine, J ack thought he had better state his mission. So he called, as he walked to the side, Is Miss Dale in? With that he came under the window and looking up beheld no servant as he had expected, but a young girl with an abundance of dark hair. No, Virginia isnit here just now, but I imagine she'll be home soon. Wait and I'll come down and let you in. That word imagine was the keynote of Lloyd CrandalPs whole character. She possessed enough of that imagination to provide both Jack and Vir- ginia with plenty and then have some left over. As she skipped down the stairs she was imagining delightful things about this tall young man Who drew up in a grey Mercer and whistled at front windows. She knew his name was Craig, for Virginia had told her that much. When she opened the door Jack was waiting for her, and she burst upon him with, Wonlt you sit down? Unless you donit care to wait. You see, Virginia and her mother went up the street to see someone, and I was writing letters, so I thought Ild stay here. Mr. Dale is asleep and the downstairs girl is out so I-I hope you donit think I am terrible to monopolize the conversation so dreadfully, but I imagine it is sort of funny to have a strange girl Hy out upon you when you come for Virginia. But Pve finished now? You havenlt finished yet. You haven't told me who you are and What you are doing here. Isn't that just like me? But I just imagined Virg told you I was coming. Pm Lloyd Crandall from Chicago, and I came back With Virg. But I can imagine who you are. All the time she was talking, Jack noted how her whole face lit up and how she seemed to live each word she said. He didn't know whether she was pretty or not. But that didntt matter when she talked. Her eyes were large, brown, and dancing, and Jack saw that the hair that had looked so dark in the faint light was really a curly auburn. The freckles on her rather up-turned nose were forgotten in the radiance of two deep dimples which appeared .in her cheeks when she smiled. He found himself laughing at her last imagine. Yes, Pm Jack Craig if that is whom you meant, and I donlt mind your talking at all andabut there I cant think of any more of your questions. You do talk awfully fast, you know. Oh, I know I do. Itts awful. I'm forever being told to calm down and take things easy buteOh there come Virg and her mother. The machine drove up to the steps and J ack sprang to help them out. 55 When Mrs. Dale had gone into the house and the greetings between Virginia and J ack had been passed, Lloyd explained the whole situation about the meet- mg. Finally Jack suggested that they take a ride. To Virginials 'tWould you like to, Lloyd? she replied, Pd simply adore to! Its a perfectly gorgeous night and I imagine it must be marvelous riding. She ran ahead to the machine so as to give the two a chance to be alone for awhile. They soon joined her and they started off. They rode all over town and out into the country, Lloyd driving part of the way. After about three hours the Mercer brought a very happy but wind-blown trio to the Dale home once again. tTve had a perfectly wonderful time. And I was so glad to meet you, even though our meeting was unconventional. Good-night, Mr. Craig. The impulsiveness of her speech was emphasized by a hearty handshake, and then as if a gust of wind had blown by, J ack and Virginia were alone. ttHow do you like her, Jack? Isntt she refresh. ing? Refreshing is the word, I guess. She just takes you by storm and leaves you-welI-rather tingling all over. But she has PEP spelled with capitals. And there was his main trouble. His lack of imagination kept him from enjoying the effervescent charm of the girl. Her delightful spontaneity and enthusiastic manner would have fascinated anyone else but an imaginationless man. Lloydis life and gaiety were the direct opposite of the easy-going and suave Virginia, but Jack, in his matter-of-fact way. saw Lloyd as a rather noisy, talkative girl. 0h, Virgie, he has the makings of a perfect peach, Lloyd cried, as in bed that night the two girls talked over the events of the evening. nBut he is so dreadfully matter-of-fact and prosaic. Virgie, darling, I should imagine you would be Simply crazy about him, hes so good-looking and that Mercer- Oh boy! But you don't seem a bit thrilled. He is darling to you! lWJVhy, Lloyd, you baby, I never notice that. Jack and I are what you would call good friends, though I dare say it will probably end in our getting married. But if you mean by being darling that he kisses me or whispers sweet nothings to me-why Lloyd, I cant imagine it! Thats the trouble with you, Virginia Dale, you can't imagine anything! Here is this lovely man, aihicted with the same trouble you are-but who would adore you if you gave him half a chance? But Lloyd, you know I care more for Gregory Ainsworth than I do for J ack. I have liked him ever since that first night I met him at your house. But I cant imagine ever loving him-or any man for that matter. And everyone expects me to marry J ack, so there is no use for me ever to consider Gregory. 56 And by the way, did you know I'll liBut there is use. he was right here in this very town on business? tell him to come up and then you can-Ji And Lloyd argued on in her persuasive manner until, wornout, the two girls fell asleep. For a week afterward the three enjoyed many happy times together, their parties being added to sometimes by Gregory Ainsworthis presence. One evening, Bridget came out on the porch to give Jack a letter. It was addressed in Virginiafs hand- writing and Jack tore it open. Astounded, this is what he read: Dear J ack: I have found the greatest blessing in the worlde HAPPINESS-and along with it something I have always lacked-an imagination. Lloyd has clearly shown me the latter, and by means of it I have the right to see my own mind. Gregory and I were married quietly this morning. No one was present but mother and Lloyd. Good luck to you, Jack. Try and find your happiness. Life holds it somewhere for you. Virginia Dale Ainsworth. iWVell I'll be --! I didnit think it of Virginia! Good for her. I'm going over and see her source of happiness. I wonder if she can help me. Lloyd was sitting in the yard when the Mercer, and incidentally J ack in it, drew up in front. Come on, Lloyd. Letis go riding. itAll right, as soon as I tell Mrs. Dale. tiCongratulate her for me, Lloyd, and hurry on. In two minutes she was out again with a light wrap, for the evenings were growing cooler. You wont need that, Lloyd. But come on and bring it if you like. iiJack, isn't it too wonderful about Virginia? But I do feel sorry about you. But you are happy she found her real true happiness, aren't you'lii The Mercer purred on down a roadway out in the country and then-etopped. Look at me, Lloyd Crandall. Do I look as though Pm sad because Virginia is married? I think it's dandy for her-and for meeLloyd, darling, do you love me at all? I love you so much I couldnit begin to tell you. Inever could see womeneand then you came along like a strong breeze and just blew LOVE into my heart. Youive showed there are some women-wand more than that, you've given me an imagination. Sweetheart, do you imagine you'd care if I kissed you? And then Lloyd knew why she had no need of the 1 mph MARJORIE HARRIS, ,20. e4 :- PUZZLE Guess where and when this scene is enacted. A rattle of folding chairs, fragments of animated conversation heard above a general buzz. Enter Louis, a tray 3. yard square skillfully balanced'on one hand. All faces turned expectantly in his direction. A sigh of disappointment as he shuns the iirst tables and passes on to one at the end of the room. Conversa- tion begins again with increasing volume. The swelling tide of noise is suddenly checked by the energetic tapping of a bell. Julia appears with a perilously loaded tray. There is a subdued cry of ttOh, Julia, 57 donit forget me! and, ttOh, thanks, J ulie, you,re an angel! Exit Julia and enter Louis again With a. tray. Other subdued cries of i2A big one, please, Louie, and Thereis the one I want. Thanks! Another swelling wave of conversation, again rudely interrupted by the taps of a bell. An interval of comparative quiet, broken by the contented tapping of spoons on saucers. There follows the sound of chairs being pushed back and exit several performers. Then exit all and the stage is cleared. MARJORIE WRIGHT. THE BOOK PARTY HAT'S your number? was the slogan of the day, February the iifteenth; what are you, anyhow? the question of the hour, two-thirty, when the Book Party was in full swing. Many quaint iigures, with familiar faces, greeted Miss Kendrick, our hostess, and many were the curi- ous questions plied as to the unusual dress or curious placards which denoted the books the wearers repre- sented. A map of France cut into pieces, which Miss Kendrick displayed resolved itself into Fragments from France? of course! J eannie Gait and Elizabeth Sutphin were Alsace-Lorrainefi Irene Schmidt was a perfect ttPollyannaf while Virginia Rogers, Grace Miller and a toy poodle seemed to have just stepped out of nSeventeen? These are, of course; only a few of the clever con- ceptions which kept us guessing until the guesses were counted. The faculty prize, a silver sewing case, was won by Miss Johnson, and Annis Richardson received the Senior prize, a pair of silk stockings. Irene Schmidt won the Sophomore prize, a necklace, and Margaret Kelly, the Junior prize, a Valentine box of candy. The Freshman award, dainty hand- kerchiefs, went to Mary Beecher. 58 Meanwhile, Miss Mendenhall gave us a glimpse into toyland, in her character as Mlle. Fluffine, the walking, talking doll. This was a clever imitation and so popular that Miss Mendenhall was obliged to repeat it later. Then came the charades, all extremely original ideas, ingeniously carried out. The Freshmen used the word investigation? starring the entire class. Bosphorus was the Sophomores word, illustrated in four acts in which a mail box and field glasses were conspicuous. The Juniors represented llbandage, of which the'tband was very jazzy. The Seniors gave melodramatic and the melodramatic scene was enough to strike terror into the very heart of Oakhurst. Between the charades, Mary Louise Brown, Ruby Roegge and Irene Flournoy charmed us with some of their best songs, and Mrs. Ritchey recited delight- fully. The party was certainly a success and we are greatly indebted to Miss Kendrick for the good time we had. SONGS AND THE GIRLS Peaches and Cream frond Georgia -Miss Kendrick. Pretty BabyW-Laura Pounsford. Million-Dollar Doll -Alice West. Tackin' km Down'thiss Florence. We Hate to Lose You,, Betty Charls. N Everything, -Gi1l Brammer. Whose of No Maws Land -Miss Shine. P11 Say She Does 40anne Boyle. qt Wasft My Fault Jane Gayle. When YouTe Wearing the Ball and Chain -Irene Flournoy. Long Boy -Virginia. Kittredge. When YouTe Away Dear, Syb. Robbins. Kiss Me Again -ElV ina Sprague. You're in Love .Anna Webb Philips. Get Out and Get Undefh-Eleanor Simpson. I Never Knew What Eyes Could Do, Till Your Eyes Looked Into Mine Ruth Ahlers. Home7Sickness Blues -Rosemary Kelly. Redheads,i-Catherine Carter. K-K-K-Katy Katharine Lynd. She's 3. Devil in Her Own Home Town'LuEmily Richardson. Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly - Peg Kelly. 59 Leave It To J ane J ane Peck. Head Over Heels L-Marjorie Wright. Funny Little SomethingbuMary Dalton. Syncopated Tune -Ruth Kelly. StarlightL-Martha Brown. Can This Be Love at Last? Marian Daniel. Pray for the Lights to Go OutP-Miss Cronin. Oh Frenchy -Cherry Greve. Smiles -Grace Miller. Mau'y YouTe the Girl for Me, -Mary Beecher. Sweet n' Pretty -Virginia Rogers. HEgypt in Your Dreamy Eyes Marjorie Harris. I'm Longing for Someone to Love Me' -R0berta West. Cleopatra Char1otte Bishopric. Arabian Maid -Eloise Umer. 1 Think YouTe Absolutely Wonderful -Annis Richardson. 0ld-Fashioned Wife Alice Bray. Not Yet -Ruby Roegge. KAny Old Time At All -Ruth Selser. Oh So Pretty --Irene Schmidt. That s the Kind of a Baby for Me -wGill Brammer. ELEANOR SIMPSON. BIRD ALPHABET A is for Albatross, who lives near the sea, B is for Bluebird, as happy as can be, C is for Crow, who makes a dreadful noise, D is for- Dove, Who hates little boys, E is for Eagle, our national bird, F is for Flicker, of whom you have heard, G is for Grackle, so slick and so trim, H is for Hawk, Who dives with a vim, I is for Indigo, Whose color is blue, J is for J aybird, of much the same hue. K is for Kingfisher, Whose eyesight is keen, L is for Lark, whom many have seen, M is for Magpie, a lover of food, N is for Nuthatch, Who does the trees good. 0 is for Oriole, who builds a good nest, P is for Pheasant, With his mottled brown breast, Q is for Quail, known as bob-white, R? ? ? ? ? S is for Swallow, so sure of his fiight, T is for Thrush, who sings from a. height, U is Upland birds, far from the coast, V is for Vireo, catching insects is its boast, W is for Wren, some live near the house, Y is for Yellowbill, a beautiful bird, Z is for Zoo, where are the things youive heard. MARGUERITE RODERICK, 5th Grade. AN ATTEMPT Tasks have been set me, Tasks have I done, Some have brought pleasure But this is not one. I sit and I ponder, I groan and I try To be clever, Oh why Do thoughts fail so completely To come to my call, Now I ask you who said I could write- None at all. 60 My duty was plain, I must write something funny To go in the Annual We need the money! I thought of art, I thought of love, I thought of spring- But heavens above! These subjects are worn, Theyive been used oier and oier, But these lines you see here Youive never seen before. ANNIS RICHARDSON. THE EFFECTS OF CRAMMING ERRY had crammed all afternoon and evening. It was horribly hot, and her head was spinning around. There was to be an exam. in Latin and geometry the next day. Dizzily she got up from her work and groped her way to bed, trying not to think of anything Which might dislodge the precious vocabularies and propositions which she had so carefully stowed away in her mind. AS she dropped off to sleep she was repeating over and over, in a sing-song rhythm, the principal parts of a most troublesome verb, When she was suddenly confronted by the Roman Army, with Caesar twho had snatched a shield from one of the menl in their midst, urging them on. Each soldier was made up .:- o 9.. '3' of triangles and their shields were circles covered with verbs. On each onels helmet was printed liGerund 0r Gerundive. They all started to attack her with their right angles and told her that unless she would prove, by proposition eighty, that Caesar had cap- tured the circumference of the triangle, they would each throw a corollary at her. Poor J erry was at her Wits end When a Gaul, Who coincided With the hero of the last novel she had read, appeared on the scene. He swept away the Roman Army with one blow of his trusty hypotenuse, but then turned and called his right angles together and charged on her. J erry gave a loud cry, woke up trembling from head to foot, and saw that it was half-past seven! DELIA WORKUM, y21. OVER THE ROLLING WAVES I G0 I love to sail across the sea Over the billows high; Though its very lonesome way out there, Seeing nothing but water and sky. 61 But that matters not a bit to me Bounding over the wave. I love to see the merry whitecaps, For I am a sailor brave. DORIS DIETERLE, II Intermediate. DICTIONARY OF THE 0. C. S. BOARDERS Mary Beecher-Mischievous brain Gillian Brammer-Growing better Martha Brown-Many brains Mary Louise Brown Making beds Dickie Chenaultq-Dancing curiously Elizabeth Clay-Eating candy Charlotte CollinngIever and charming Marian Daniel-Making dates Jeanie Galt-Just great Margaret Hazelton-Mischief helper I c.- o 0.0 o Marguerite J uterbock-Minus jazz Margaret KelIy-Merry kidder Rosemary Kellyv-Really killing Virginia Kittredge Very keen Anna Webb Phillips-Applying pep Ruby RoeggeawReally romantic Leslie Rankin-Lucky rascal Alexina. Smith Appearing sociable Marjorie Wright- Most1y work ROSEMARY KELLY, '20. THE J UNIOR BUS Chauffeur ....................... Betty Clark Steering Wheel .................. Marjorie Harris Spark ......................... Martha Brown Horsepower .................... Marjorie Wright Horn ............................ .Bert West Cut-out. . ............ Virginia Rogers Gas .............................. Marian Daniel Crank .................... Marie Louise Brown Speedometer ................. Ruth Ahlers Self-starter ..................... Eleanor Simpson Muffler. ......................... Grace Miller Exhaust ........................ .Cherry Greve Brake ......................... Mary Benedict Lights ............ Jane Peck and Henrietta Millet Tail Light. ...... . ...... Margaret Kelly Magneto. ............... Emily Richardson Passengers. ....... Jane Gale and Rosemary Kelly MARIAN DANIEL. DANSANT DE LUXE Under New Management of BRAMMER and BENEDICT Studios only at East-West Corner of Elm and Walnut Streets in the Harmony Building Second-Floor Basement leTuition accepted in car tickets, jewelry, etc. 2$wing to the condition of the building there will be no sessions on rainy days. 3eA11 kinds of dancing is taught under personal direction of Professors B. and 'B. 4n-Tuition M price is paid in advance. Our motto is, iiIf you can dance we can teach you to walk. 5-N0 fighting allowed on the premises; there is an alley in the rear of the De Luxe Dansant. 6-No refreshments served at the Dansant, as we do not wish to compete with the corner sandwich man. We recommend his hot-dogs. 7eWe use a lawn mower to smooth the splinters off the hour, thus assuring smooth surface once in a While. 63 SeWhile at the Dansant do not say dancing, but refer to our Art as the iilight fantastic. QWLady patrons are requested not to flirt with the garbage man who lives across the alley as his wife is Irish. NoteehA word to the wise is suflicient. lOeWe have programme dances every night, pro- vided you bring your own programmes. 11-We do not have moonlight dances on cloudy days. IZeMatinee sessions every night. 13eMusic furnished by Alabama Molasses Trio. If you like our music, tell us; if not, tell others. 14eIf you cant find our place ask Dad, he knows. LAURA LEE BENEDICT. REPORT OF THE BOARDERS CHOOL opened on September 28th when the boarders arrived, a happy-go-lucky lot. There was but one of us that had the blues that first night, and who do you guess it was? Its hard to believe, but true, laughing J eanie was 0111' weeper. Rosemary, who came late, also felt deserted for a short time. She, like Jeanie, soon found out that instead of being on a deserted island in the bay of Guinea, she was a member of the happy Oakhurst girls. As we have proven to be an exceptionally hilarious bunch, Miss Cronin has found it advantageous to arm herself with a twig when she keeps guard during study hour. I have heard directly from her that it was entirely satisfactory. During the three fall months, there was but little time spent at school. The way we all attacked the exchange with home calls, surely she must have thought, twice during the fall, that a hornets, nest had been turned over. A few days after the first flu holiday had begun, Kitty made a trip down to Oak Street, accompanied by a. friend. Due to engine trouble, they left the car at the Winton Six Club and walked over to 723. The faculty, having nothing else to do, were watching the aeroplanes fly by. Miss J ohnson flew down the hill to greet them. Kitty was overcome by em- barrassment and forgot Miss J ohnsonts name, so she introduced her as Miss Crane. 64 After Christmas the real fun began for us in the house. Of course, wetll never forget the fine Thanks- giving dinner we had in the second-floor tower room, of pickles, olives, fried chicken and raspberry pie, not to mention the candy and cakes. My wrapper bore witness of it for a long time. It did not take us long to find a favorite walk, the one we chose for our ideal, when Miss Cronin takes us, is up Reading Road. The main attraction of the walk is to cross the street as many times as possible. With this following example of dangerous crossings, you can guess we love it. One windy day during the winter, Martha and Miss Cronin took a sojourn to the big city. They stood for nearly half an hour at a corner waiting for all the cars to go by, which proved to be impossible. Miss Cronin finally screwed up courage and started to cross the street. She had gone no more than half way across when a big limousine appeared on the horizon. Poor Miss Cronin realized that her doom was near at hand and with an Apache whoop, she dashed on, not stopping until she had covered half a block, where she waited for Martha. As soon as Martha caught up she said, Did you notice the lady in that limousine? Mar- tha acknowledged she had. Miss Cronin replied, She must have known me. Didntt you notice how she smiled at me when I passed her? The girls have attended several good plays during the winter. The flu has prevented them going as often as in former times. We had one excursion to the University in J anuary to hear Miss Spinney perform in a delightful way, the Greek drama, Medea. We all enjoyed the trip immensely. Leslie surprised us all one day by announcing that she had an engagement for Valentines afternoon and would not be able to come to the school party. She is twelve years old. A source of great amusement during the winter months was the Valentine party. Everyone ap- peared as a book, some were quite choice in their subject matter. The boarders shone that day and walked off with two of the prizes. We're a bright crowd, as you can guess. February 26, Marian tried to commit suicide. Her mode of ending this life was to eat five dishes of aspic salad. She ate three but the next day found her hardy and late to breakfast as usual. Betty, Who was a favorite and loved by all of us, was forced to admit that life in Canton was more desirable for her heart, and left us in the lurch. Weive but one grudge against her, which is she has never been down to see us and did not say Good- bye? Sara Elizabeth Robbins, properly called Syb, and one of our best gigglers, also slighted us by leav- ing. We are still bemoaning her loss and I suppose 65 weill continue until doomsday. She, however, is a first-class correspondent and in this way cheers her worshippers. Smiling Kitty also decided that warm weather and mother were more charming companions than all of us put together. We are mighty sorry she left us, but you have to take what comes and try to follow her example by keeping on smiling. On one dayls walk I made three dollarsethe main question is how? Inquire of my jewelry box. Mary Louise, well dubbed Pope Innocent, believes With all her heart that Cleanliness is next to Godliness, and believe me, she keeps us all busy picking up crumbs. Martha fmds this, her sisterts accomplishment, too true to be funny. Peg caused a break in her room by running off with Marthats Paul. For further light on the case, turn to the Epistles of Paul. In it you can find the truth pacifically told, and even the dramatic life of John is there related. Elizabeth has two adoring roommates Who tried to sweeten her bed. They sprinkled a layer of sugar on it. She blew and it HeW off. Then Miss Cronin entered and she had to laugh at the comical sight. As Elizabeth turned to regain her breath a powder box turned over. She retired and When she arose, a puff fell out of bed. February 1,Anna Webb is preparing for her retire- ment from this life, with many jokes. Marian has received a prize invitation to spend a week-end at A Grand Hotel. I want you to know that she would arrive enroute by train and the great god Dan would fit the bill. We're at present doubt- ful about the outcome. Mary's dearest Woody has deserted her completely but I'm not so sure how downcast she feels, as she won her last bet. One day Marian interrupted Anna Webbts speed by saying, Youtre just like a brookf Anna Webb, indignantly, ttWhy? Marian, Because you are always babbling. tThe ensueing scene cut out by censorJ Mary Louise thought she'd get the better of us and make a home run. She run? Oh, yes, she accomplished it; but in her joy she forgot mother. Someone was waiting at the doorebut Mary Louise, she took a nap. After several days of perpetual vigilance for a chance, she gave up-and came back, 66 having decided that under the conditions she could handle her man at a distance better. March 25, Marian says if you ask her anything about Shakespeare she knows it. For the secret of M. L.'s and M. Brownts dejected looks I would advise every good scholar to read the book, ttBlack and White, often miscalled, Black is White. Mrs. Aull, Miss Johnson and Mary Louise went one Sunday afternoon to the Pop concert. Mrs. Aull and Mary Louise were greatly astonished by the way Miss J ohnson selected the car for home. She simply got on the first one that came along and asked for a transfer to the Zoo-Eden. They both exclaimed, Miss J ohnson! how did you know you could get transfers from this car to the Zoo-Eden? Why, I always have luck in such matters, Miss J ohnson calmly replied. VIRGINIA KITTREDGE. LOST AND FOUND DEPARTMENTS REPORT Lost by Elizabethwne invisible hairpin, unfound. Lost by Alexina-an alphabet, found in the scrap basket. Lost by Mary-some Wood, found in the forest near Lexington Lost by Anna Webbwne demerit, found five on Miss Benedicfls desk. Lost by Virginiawne tooth, found on her neck- lace. Lost by Mary Louisewne grape-fruit, found in the Ohio. Lost by Marianba heart, found in all directions. Lost by Jeanie-a Green Matt, found in some- bodybs room. Lost by Marguerite-a backbone, found in her bed. 67 Lost by Pegmme sense, found in Marianbs purse. Lost by Martha-one epistle, found in a well- known book. Lost by Marjorie-some time, found on the clock. Lost by Ruby-a voice, found in a chest. Lost by Margaret-a tongue, found in her mouth. Lost by Gill-a pink kimona, found on the street- by Whom? Lost by Rosemary-some clothes, found in the pound. Lost by Leslie-her Teddy, foundbshe won,t say Where. Lost by Dickieba step, found in a dance. Lost by Charlotteya bow, found in the ribbon box. VIRGINIA KITTREDGE. Characteristics of the Boarders Name Nickname Likes Ambition Noted for Favorite Saying Marian Daniel. . . . . . . . . . . fTarf' ....... Boys ................. Not to talk so fast ..... Atpility to collect ..... 11130? doqyou get rat pins a wait , Mary Louise Brown ....... M. L. ...... Colors . . , . . . . . . . .Tobeagreatsinger. . A . Her voice ............ Me for Giddmgs Mary Beecher ............ uBeech ...... Woods ............... To stop giggling. . . liair ................ :Irfear youH'e kid- mg me. Martha Brownl ......... Niirt . . . .To dance ............. To get there ......... Dancing brains ....... Get Out! l: attavl Anna Webb Phillips , , . . , . Sis . . . . . .To rave .............. Nottotalksomuch ..... Jazzing ............. Jpsfilperfectly dar- Virginia Kittredge. . . . . . . . Gin ........ Athletics. . . . . . . A . . . . .To grow little ...... . Wit. . . . . . A . . . . . . I wonder why? Margaret Kelly ........... K1gl1y . .Mart ................ To cut out Mart ...... Hands .............. lion't dexil me all eg 1; etime. Alexina Smith ............ Alec ....... To eat ............... To lose her appetite. . .Clothes. , . ........ Good-nittf' Marjorie Wright .......... Marg ...... To study ............. To be a college BrainsV ............ 'Td love to but I professor have to study Marguerite Juterboch ...... Judy ...... To read Caesar ........ To teach Caesar ...... Helping people ..... Certainly I'll help gm Caesar and you ench Jeanie Galt ............... Jeanie ..... To dance ............. Tomarrysomeone ..... Her complexion ...... My Dear! ! I who W111 let her choose her own . . - best-man Gllhan Brammer ......... G111 ....... Rose ................. To know whether ..... Getting specials ..... Things aren't what she likes males they used to be ' or malls the best around here Ellzabeth Clay. . ....... Clay', ..... Her roommate ........ To get married ....... Writing letters ....... 0h, boys!! Rosemary Kelly .......... Rose ....... Gill .................. To get 100 in proae . . .Getting letters ....... Ye Gods! Ruby Roegge. . . . . . . . . . . . Ruby ...... To sing .............. T9 be a great ..... Her voice ............ H have so much to smger die I won't have Dickie Chenault .......... Dickie ..... T0 dance ............. To be a profes- Dancing ............. 6?:hoot! . . u . sional dancer Leshe Rankm. .......... Leshe , . , , .To appear grown ...... To grow up .......... Eyes ................ Goodness! Margaret Hazelton ..................... To ask questions ...... To know everything. .Asking questions ..... What did you say Charlotte Collins. . . . . . . . . Billy ....... Swim ................ To put her hair up ..... Wonderful hair ....... Help! ANNA WEBB PHILIPS. 68 The increasihg roll of the Alumnae leads us into many interesting paths. In the early years of the war, numbers of our girls began working in various kinds of relief organizations, and they became especially active and efhcient after 1917, when America joined the allies. Adelaide Richardson, 1917, who received her train- ing as a nurse at the City Hospital, is now a busy worker there. Ellen Cochran, 1915, of Maysville, Ky., was a worker for the Fosdick Commission until recently. Frances Cochran, 1917, her sister, was trained for nursing and is now in charge of a ward in a hopsital in Maysville. Katherine Ernst, 1915, was most efficient in Red Cross service. 69 Esther Ransohoff, 1912, is already an experienced worker at the City Hospital. Katharine Wright, 1914, and Carrie, 1915, are happily established in New York City. Katharine has had a story accepted for publication in a collec- tion soon to be issued. Sarah Macduif, 1915, is on the regular staff of the Post, as a reporter and topical writer. Ruth Allen, 1912, has been, this winter, a pictur- esque gipsy in John Barrymords play, Redemp- tion, in New York. Priscilla Brown, 1914, and Sarah Oliver, 1915, are both in Boston pursuing their special interests. A new granddaughter has come to us by way of Toronto, Lucy Brown Parton. Two beautiful weddings have marked the annals of the year. Julia Benedict, 1917, was married in February, to Mr. William McCullough, at her home in Suwanee, Tennessee. Elizabeth Priutly Hinkle, 1916, was man'ied March 8th, in New York City, to Harry Whiting Brown, Jr., of Glendale, Ohio, and has come to take her place in the home made lonely by the maniage of Elizabeth Brown to Mr. Parton, of Toronto, about a year ago. In eastern Colleges, Oakhurst is represented by six girls at Wellesley, four at Smith, one at Bryn Mawr, and one at Vassar. Seven others are pursuing pleas- ant ways at. the U. of C. 1 Adelaide Richardson, 1917, has announced her engagement to Mr. Hugh Garvin. Helen Payne, 1915, is soon to become the bride of Mr. J oseph Wilshire. We are proud of the records of many of these girls. They are loyally holding up the Oakhurst standards. Miss Sarah Spillard, of the Primary Department, was called suddenly to California in March, to be with a sister who was very ill. We have missed Miss Sadie more than she can ever know. But her place has been happily filled by Miss Dorothy Aull, of Chattanooga, who mponded generously to our need. two ! , 'S, ' 1' a ?V V: 'e r ,pe-gx e'35gh e333 . Jjng-a werD $3.1 w Wsrayrs 3 - 9a 1 '1 2' . x :99: E WC. 1.94 ' A; . V' , v '.. 51V 70 W NDNSENSE A Senior- If O. C. S. Library caught on fire, how Freshman to Seniorr-Why didn't you begin at the would the smoke come out? beginning of the year and have a monthly annual? V. K.-t0ur Win- In volumes, of course? ADVERTISEMENTS M 2'88 Johnson-a'n freshman history classt- The A young man who has money to burn would like Feudal system is based on the holding of land. to meet a girl who is a good match. Sarah, please tell me what the Feudal system is based Wanteth boy to open oysters iifteen yearslold. on? Sarah- The Holy Land. Lost-A gold watch by aniold ladylwithiSwiss movements. 71 In Bible Class Miss Ballauf-Turn to page 15 in your green book. Alice-I Wish we had the Red Book. Ruth Ahlers-Say Bert, I am going to Bevo. Bert West-Where in the tmouth openedt is Bevo, Ruth? Ruth Ahlers-Whyenear Beer. M iss Ballauf, tin Bible classteRuth, Will you tell me why Moses took his people across the Red Sea? Ruzhw-Why to get to the other side, I suppose. 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COAL AND BUILDING MATERIAL Telephone, Private Branch Exchange, Avon 1882 Individual Shop DISPLA YING WOMEN'S and MISSES' APPAREL Womerfs and Missey Section-Third Floor TEBURKHARDTBECO .10-12 East Fourth Street CINCINNATI Dalton Adding Machine COMPLIMENTS OF WE JOHN L. SHUFF, Manager I l The Union Central Life Ins. Co A Cincinnati Institution worthy of your patronage THE JOSLIN - SCHMIDT CO. CINCINNATI Plant Foods for Every Crop FACTORIES 3223 SPRING GROVE AVENUE BANK AVENUE GROVES FERTILIZER WORKS Cincinnati 51:. Bernard. Ohio Reading, Ohio CINCINNATI WASHINGTON PALM BEACH PHILADELPHIA DULUTH The Distinction and the Individuality of Gidding Fashions are responsible for the upbuilding of the largest and linest business in America devoted entirely to the pro- ducing and selling of High-Class Fashions. SUITS COATS CAPES WRAPS FROCKS BLOUSES SPORTS APPAREL MILLINERY AND FURS A large assemblage of attractive models Which hold particular appeal for -the young miss or small woman on account of that youthful chic, which is a predominant feature of Gidding styles. 10-12 West Fourth Street CINCINNATI Hi Estimates cheerfully furnishedyRailroad connections Telephone. Wuodbum 2700 THE FIREPROOF STORAGE Co. 706-718 Oak Street Finest Depository for F mm'ture, Silverware, etc., in the City. OFFICERS AND DIRECTORS Edw. Worthington, Pres. Capitalist H. F. Woods, Vice-President Walter St. John Jones, Treasurer 3 15-9794 mm SCHELLHAMMERS For your quality MEATS avzd POULTRY 3513 Reading Road Avon 881-882 THE SHOP JANE G. GALLAGHER 3507 Reading Road Specialties: Notions, Hosiery, Ribbons, House Dresses, Ladies' and Childrefs Furnishings William L. Smith, Sedy and Manager Philip Hinkle Harry M. Levy, Capitalist James W. Bullock, Capitalist Chas. H. Davis Chas. W. 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