Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 110 of the 1912 volume:

ppumtJj litglf Brimui $par Hunk sputor Annual 11112 piltlialirk Annual Ig bg thr pittur (Elaaa Jtarattnrd J ACH YEAR the Senior Class elects a board, whose duty it is to publish an Annual. As a result of the combined efforts of the members of the Annual Hoard there is reasonably expected a production that surpasses all previous publications of the “Senior Annual.” To bring this about, it requires not only hard and con- scientious work on the part of the editors and managers, but also the support of the business public. While the Annual Hoard of 1912 was not favored with overflow- ing coffers, yet we have spared neither time nor labor to give the students of F. H. S, an Annual that is repre- sentative of what High School students can accomplish. With this aim in view we have labored earnestly and with unceasing enthusiasm, and you, fellow student, may be the judge of our unselfish and willing efforts to please the students of Plymouth High School. To SUPERINTENDENT O. E. MeDOWELL AND PROFESSOR C. E. HARRIS OK THE PLYMOUTH SCHOOLS AS A TOKEN OF OUR ADMIRATION AND ESTEEM THE CLASS OF 1912 RESPECTFULLY DEDICATES THIS VOLUME OF THE SENIOR ANNUAL � HIGH SCHOOI. WEBSTER SCHOOI SI I'FKINTRNDBN'I (). F MiDOWH.I 5 PROFESSOR C. E. HARRIS dlutruiuirtum THE dear old lady who did not enjoy reading the dictionary be- cause the subject changed so often must have had reference to the time-honored Unabridged. Certain it is that she had not turned the pages of this latest of biographical dictionaries, this cyclo- pedia of fact and fancy, this bright lexicon of youth—the Senior Annual for 1912—whose subtle, indefinite charm lay in its very mul- tiplicity of subjects, and in the anxious uncertainty of what is coming next. You will no doubt agree that the editors and managers have been highly successful in their earnest efforts to make this book repre- sentative of the best things for which the High School stands. Materials for such a publication are very difficult to collect. No one who has not undertaken a similar project can realize the prodigious amount of work required to prepare this Annual for the printer, and how much of the work fails to he shown in the hook as you see it. But so far as it has been possible, all departments and all authorized student organizations have been given a place in the following pages. The editors have been loyally supported by the school, particularly by the Class of 1912, in whose honor this Annual is issued, and under whose auspices so many other worthy enterprises and enjoyable func- tions have been successfully conducted during the past four years. Rarely indeed has a class been so happy and so fortunate in the dedication of a volume as in the present instance. It is not given to many men to hold so warm a place in the hearts of hundreds of young men and women, whom they have served so faithfully and so well during the past several years; and the dedication of this volume to Superintendent McDowell and Professor Harris is but a slight mani- festation of the love, respect, and honor which the entire school delights to show and which they so richly merit. Now if you have been patient enough to read this introduction, you will not be longer detained. Your pleasure will begin on the following page. EMlnrial Staff ROLAND B. METSKKK . Editor-ilV-Chief SCHUYLER N. NOLAN A. LINNELLE SCHROCK j . Business Managers i AHonriatf Cf� ilnrn Barton A. Rhinehart Aones Jones Donald 0. Stephenson G. Knight Houghton Mabel Miller 7 Sfoarit of iEiUiratiou LEOPOLD M. LAUF.R. Secretary. 8 3Jt ” o. e. mcdowell Superintendent THERE are some things in life worth more to us than mere knowledge. One of these is the ability to do. We are coming more and more to believe that the real test of our value to the world lies in what we can do rather than in what we know. To the members of the present Senior class I would like to say that if your work has been well done in school and you have met the requirements of the school in the best possible way for four years, you have gained by it a priceless possession. In case you should not go into active educational work but should take your places in the business affairs of the world, you could not at the end of two years pass a creditable examination in Latin or Algebra. Does this mean that your time in High School has been wasted? No indeed. The Latin and Algebra arc not ends in them- selves but means to an end. They arc the materials used in developing mental strength and ability during the period of training in the High School and are no more an absolute necessity to you after the period of training than are the saw and hammer a prime necessity to the house after it is built. Why does it so often happen that the boy who learns slowly and with great effort in school finds a more responsible place in the affairs of the world than the brighter boy who passes better examinations in Latin or Algebra? The boy who plods slowly along through the High School course, doing his work in the best pos- sible way, is forming habits of industry and application which never leave him and which sustain him through times of adversity and struggle, while his keener, more alert brothers fail, through lack of those sterling habits of application which require years in the forming. Other things being equal the boy who has had four years’ good training in High School will be a better workman in any line than he would otherwise have been even though he forget all the subject matter of his school course. If you should compute the average salary of the men who have gone out into the world without High School training and likewise the salary of the men who have had four years’ High School training, you would find that the difference in salary would, in an average lifetime, amount to a small fortune. A prominent educator who collected facts on the question found that the amount was equivalent to more than ten dollars for each day of the four years spent in High School. None of us believe that the extra earning capacity is due to mere knowledge of the subjects studied in High School, for this knowledge may be largely forgotten; at any rate the line of work entered after school is in most cases of a nature quite remote from the subjects studied in High School. It is evident to all, I think, that a good course in High School does develop within the pupil a certain amount of mental strength and ability which is of immense value in any line of work. If, however, the subjects of study are of such a practical nature that not only the mental development but the facts of the subject matter can be put to practical use in after life, the student has gained an added point of strength. This is the excuse educators have for introduc- ing commercial and industrial studies into the Public Schools along with the classical. Let me close by saying that if in your High School course you have formed proper habits of study and work, and have learned to conform gracefully to a set of regulations and have developed a fair amount of the ability to do, you should now be able to do some one piece of the world’s work and do it well. If you do this the world owes you a living. Otherwise you are the debtor. I am thoroughly of the opinion that a course in the High School does pay. 9 11 FI.I.A M WISEMAN. A. M. Indiana University. A B. 1909; A. M. 1912 English I'KARI. M. DANIELS. ! H. B. I Diversity of Chicago, 'II Gkrman and Latin I.HONORK Y. SULLIVAN . Cleary College, ’04 Kastman College. 'OS Michigan State Normal College COMMI KCIAI DrpARTMliNT j 12 C. K. HARRIS. A. B., B. S. Lebanon College. A. B. '05 Ohio State University, B. S. Science M. ADELAIDE MCGUIRE Chicago Musical College, '04 Columbia School oI Music Music and Akt ALICE M. LANCDON Michigan State Normal College I. III MARIAN' O. E. MCDOWELL. A. B. M. AURA SOUTHWICK Michigan Slate Normal College, 10 Domestic Science and art 13 Indiana University. '08 Mathematics Alumnar THE RETURN MAZL M. SANDS Class of 1911 WELL, I guess I’d better be goin’ along home—it’s near supper time and I ain’t got no idea what to have. I get so tired of cooking!” Mrs. Mills drew her shawl about her thin shoulders as she arose. “My land, Nettie, you've got it nice, only the two of you to do for, since Mary’s gone. How is Mary, anyway, or ain’t you heard from her lately?” “Oh, yes. Wait a minute and I’ll show you her last letter.” In a moment she returned with the pages of girlish scribbling. “Just listen to this: ‘I’ve got seven- teen scholars now and bought me a piano yesterday. Your loving daughter.' She’s awful young to be earning her own living, ain’t she? Hut it seemed like she was just cut out for a music teacher, she always learnt it so easy.” Mary’s mother spoke proudly. “Well, good-bye, come over when you get time.” Mrs. Hennett closed the door behind her visitor and went to the window. The dusk was deep and the rain fell in a monotonous drizzle. The chill dampness seemed fraught with a sense of unknown fear and evil. The old eyes were full of tears and the letter was crushed against the trembling lips in a sudden longing ten- derness. “O Mary!” murmured the mother heart. 4c 4c 4c 4 4c The kitchen was very quiet and comfortable. The clean white curtains were drawn closely over the windows, shutting out the dreary wet darkness and leaving within only the homely comfort of the two people seated there. The old clock ticked away the seconds, the last patch was finished, the Weekly Journal was folded and laid aside and at last the bright wood fire died down. “Pa, to-morrow is Mary’s birthday.” Pa Hennett came out of his doze with a start. “Sufferin’ cats! Is it? How old is she, anyway?’' “ Nineteen.” “Sufferin’ mack’rel! Don’t seem like she’s that old, does it? Where is that picture Lem Bowers took of her when she graduated?” “Here, but I don’t s’pose she looks much like that now, do you?” Mary’s father drew her mother into his arms and together they gazed silently at their darl- ing. The young face was a delicate oval and the soft, fair hair clung caressingly around it with just a hint of curls. The small curved mouth was subtly suggestive of the wilfullncss concealed in the merry eyes above. A pretty, impetuous child, innocently incapable of deep feeling, immature and unawakened. But to the two who looked so long and tenderly at those features they reflected nothing but the face of their dear idol—the girl for whom they had planned and sacrificed, for whom all things could be accomplished and who was to be the great joy and comfort of their life. “Pa,” the mother’s lips touched her husband’s rough check, her voice broke with her great desire. “Don’t you think we could-” Abruptly he silenced her lips with his. “Yes, and we’ll go tomorrow.” 4j 14 The swaying monotony anil rumble grew sickening in their unchanging insist- ence as the train fled on through the heavy darkness of the early evening. The car where the two old people sat was crowded and close. Men sat buried in their newspapers or dozed wearily; across the aisle two little children whined fretfully. Outside the rain slid down the windows in crooked little streams glistening in the glare of the signal lights along the tracks. The brakeman slammed the door behind him and strode through the car swing- ing his lantern. “Next station is Camden! Camden!” Huge shapes loom darkly up on the outskirts of the approaching city. Tired passengers thankfully collect their bundles and crowd to the door as the train pulls into the station. “Now, mother, you sit right down here and wait till I get some one to tell us where Sycamore street is.” Mr. Bennett deposited his wife in a solitary corner of the waiting room and went out, immediately lost in the dripping darkness. Fifteen —twenty minutes passed before he came back. To the woman waiting and instinct- ively knowing herself as one apart from all those who came and went there, it seemed an hour. Her shoulders drooped wearily—if only she was at home! But Mary,—she would be so glad; she would kiss her and say “dear mother” in her soft, young voice---- “Come on, mother; this here boy’s going to show us where Mary lives.” The unkempt urchin made off into the darkness leaving the two behind to follow as best they might along slovenly, crooked streets and past dark alleys until their small guide halted before a crazy frame building. “This here’s 222 Sycamore street. You’se go up them stairs and she’s up there somewheres.” The stairway was dark and narrow, the low hall above illy-lighted and odorous. In response to the father’s knock a door on the right was opened by a man who stood staring dully at them. “Mary Bennett? Mary Bennett?” he repeated stu- pidly. “Oh! yes, she’s down at the end of the hall—the last door.” The mother’s hand trembles on her husband's arm as they pause before the last door. “Wait,—I—.” Someone is coming up the stairs. Loud voices and laughter reach their ears; two men and two girls are coming down the hall toward them. The men they do not notice and the one girl is tall and dark—but the other? The figure, frail and girlish, seems to droop under the big hat, far too heavily plumed for the small, fair head. The lips curving in a merry laugh arc too red against the chalky whiteness of the skin. “Mary!” The mother’s voice is strange and afraid. The laugh breaks abruptly; the girl turns. The others are staring curiously, half contemptuous and wholly impatient with the interruption. Straight into the eager old faces look the blue eyes, but no light of recognition comes to soften their hard brilliancy. “I beg your pardon! You are mistaken.” The rain is over; the gray skies have wept themselves into brightness once more and the picture of a young girl is still in its place on the mantel. 15 Amuummurote JUNIOR RECEPTION Banquet Dance . CLASS PICNIC Pretty Lake Monday, May 20 Plymouth Inn Olympic Hall Monday, May 27 SENIOR SOCIAL................................Wednesday, May 29 BACCALAUREATE SERMON . . . Sunday, June 2, 7:30 p. m. St. Thomas Episcopal Church Rev. Bbnj. F. P. Ivins CLASS DAY . Exercises ............................Monday, June 3 High School Auditorium, 7:45 p. m. PROGRAM Music—Selected Class History .. Vocal Solo Reading— Selected Piano Duct Class Prophecy Chemistry Demonstration Vocal Duet Class Will Music—Trio Valedictory Class Song Music— Selected COMMENCEMENT Address High School Orchestra Dale C. Evans Erma K. Humrichouser Muriel A. Bos worth Bess M. Lemert Katherine M. Stevens May Ruth Vinall Erma Idell Cressner Theodora P. Artz Olga Tomlinson Caroline E. Rhodes (ieorge VV. Firestone Ford S. Cressner Delpha Alice Zumbaugh Bess M. Lemert Roland B. Metsker Bess M. Lemert (Class 1912) .. Orchestra Tuesday, June 4, 8 i m. High School Auditorium Dr. Caldwell, University of Chicago Commencement Dance .... Armory Grand March 11 p. m. Wednesday, June 5, 7:30 i M. 16 ALUMNAE BANQUET HIGH SCHOOL LIBRARY 17 Eltr (Class of HU 2 ( )fficers I A. Linnclle Schrock .... Mae Ruth Vinall ..... Theodora P. Artz ..... Ford S. Crcssncr ...... Preside Vice President Secretary Treasurer Motto Esse Quam Videri (To be rather than to Srrm) Colors Crimson and Silver Gray Flower The American Beauty Yell Rip ’em up! Cut ’em up! Break ’em up—Smash! Chew ’em up! Eat ’em up! Biffety, Clash! Hi Yi! Pi Yi! Ping a ling a lo! Riff, Raff, Biff, Baff. We’re not slow! Rah! Rah! Rah! We’ll soon be through, The Senior Class, 1-9-1—2. 19 A. Linnelle Scii rock, President. “I am no tyrant, but a Christian king.” Mae Ruth Vinall, Vice President. Prophet. ‘Joy is ever present when she is nigh With her rougish smile and dancing eye.” Theodora Plummer Art ., Secretary. “And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head should carry all she knew.” Ford S. Cressner, Treasurer. “Comb down his hair. Look! look! It stands upright.” 20 Schuyler N. Nolan. “The man who blushes is not quite a brute. Erma K. Humrichovser. “Heaven, itself, would stoop to her.” Roland B. Metsker, Valedictorian and Editor-in- Chief. I Katherine M. Stevens. “She moves a goddess and looks a queen. 21 Dale C. Evans, Historian. “Those who are too small to cast a decent sized shadow usually east the most'reflec- tions.1 Bess M. Lemert, Class Poet. “The rising: blushes which her cheeks over- spread Are opening- roses in a lilies’ bed.” George W. Firestone, Class Will. “They say the best of men are moulded out of faults.” Muriel A. Boswortii. Her air. her manners, all who saw admired, Coy and gentle, though retired.” 22 Dislpha A. Zumbaugh. “Here is our dear, but ‘awful tease,’ Who makes a joke of whatever she sees.” Ruth B. Beyler. “She is gentle, mild and virtuous.” Grace E. Mow. “For if she will, she will, you may depend on ’t, And if she won’t, she won’t, and there’s an end of it.” Ruth A. Sult. “Short but sweet.” 23 John L. Bolenbaugh. “Unassuming: and quiet is he Yet a second Lincoln he may be.” Alta Mae Smith. “Her voice is ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing: in woman.” Mary E. Daniels. Of her many talents best wc can tell In these simple words, She doeth all things weir.” Clifford O. Goodrich. “’Twere idle to talk of the billing and cooing this amorous gentleman used in his wooing.” 24 Caroline E. Rhodes. W hat an angel of peace and rest.” James 11 oii am. “Neither sleepy, lazy, nor tired, but a com- bination of slow thoughts.” ()lga Tomlinson. “Her very frowns are fairer far Than the smiles of other maidens are; And to see her is to love her, Love but her, and her forever.” 'I'. Conroy Eley. “I must be a most fascinating young man; ‘tis not my fault—the ladies must blame heaven.” 25 William H. Wolparth. “An unwieldy bundle of good nature.” Edna Switzer. “Is she not passing fair?” . Henry Allen Johnson. “Here’s a boy as good as gold, Often you have heard it told.” Erma I dell Crkssner. “This good maid is never known to shirk. Even tne hardest, most difficult work.” .16 Ruby Reynolds. “Sober, steadfast and demure.” Esther E. Ham maker. “I simply say that she is good.” Stella M. Love. “Quiet, unreserved soul. I'll warrant her heart whole.” Cleta Winn if red Cummins. “Unknown to coquetry or art, Here is an honest, truthful heart.” 27 Edna E. Adams. “Those about her Shall read the perfect way of honor.” I va H. Scott. To say she is generous, whole-souled, true, I am only telling half truths to you.” Roscois Glenn Lke. Post-graduate P. H. S., ’ll. Lvla Mae Ovekmver. Post-graduate. Loiters High School, ’09. Rochester Musical College, ’07. Oberlin College, ’lO-’ll. Ruama Sult, P. H. S., ’ll. 28 8 ntun (SInmmitters Olga Tomlinson Dale C. Ryans May Daniels Allen Johnson Ruth Vinali Ruth Vinali Roland I . Metsker Muriel Bosworth PIN Bess M. Lemert, Chairman Katherine Stevens Allen Johnson COLORS Erma K. Humrichouser, Chair man John L. Bolenbaugh Grace E. Mow MOTTO Caroline E. Rhodes. Chairman Bess Lemert Dale Evans INVITATION Olga Tomlinson, Chairman Linnelle Schrock Edna Switzer Bess Lemert, Secretary YELL I'ord S. Cressner. Chairman Katherine Stevens James Iloham SOCIAL Ford S. Cressner, Chairman Bess M. Lemert Dale C. Evans Jt’NIOR RECEPTION T. Conroy Eley, Chairman Schnylei Nolan Erma Cressner Olga Tomlinson CLASS DAY Dale C. Evans, Chairman Katherine Stevens Ford Cressner COMMENCEM ENT Roland B. Metsker, Chairman Schuyler Nolan Allen Johnson Delpha Zumbaugh DECORATION Mae Ruth Vinali, Chairman Theodora P. Art . Erma Cressner James Iloham Allen Johnson GIFT Schuyler N. Nolan, Chairman George W. Firestone Roland Metsker Ruth Beyler COMME.W EMENT DANCE % Ford S. Cressner, Chairman Conroy Eley George V. Firestone Edna E. Adams PICNIC Erma K. Humrichouser, Chairman Erma Cressner Allen Johnson a BA CCA LACR EATE SKR MON A. Linnelle Schrock. Chairman Carrie Rhodes Delpha Zumbaugh Ruth Yinall Theodora Art . 29 Clifford Goodrich Carrie Rhodes Allen Johnson Katherine Stevens Clifford Goodrich Erma Humrichouser Katherine Stevens Bess Lemert Ruth Vinall William Woltarth May Daniels A. Linnelle Schrock Roland Metsker Erma Humrichouser 'HalefttrUtry THE INEQUALITY OF WEALTH ROLAND B. MKTS KICK WE live in a world of inequalities. To live is to exist under an inequality of conditions. Domineered by the nature of all matter, this law is universal. Consider the various magnitudes of the constellations, the gentle breezes as compared with sweeping hurricanes, the productive soil of the Soudan as compared with the bogus sands of the Sahara-all these are mani- festations of the supreme idea portraying in nature the semblance of God and man. Equality is unnatural and nature will not tolerate it. Fundamentally, there is a wide disparity in mental freedom. The strong and the feeble minded exist everywhere. Human possibilities are not the same. Human destinies are at variance. Some are to evolve truth to guide the weak as the heavens evolve stars to guide the sailor on unknown seas. There exist by nature those to lead and those to be led. The faculties of one mind are not to the same degree developed as are those of every other. One man is a finan- cier. He knows just how to invest his money that it may return twofold or more. Another does not possess the abilty to maintain possession of the prin- cipal, much less to invest it profitably. How then are we to maintain an equality in wealth? With the corresponding faculties of different minds differ- ently developed, with man’s nature unchanged, equality is impossible. To sustain a material equalization, all must necessarily be spendthrifts or econom- ical men; nature must undergo radical changes; the laws of God must be remodeled; the power that shaped and is still shaping the world, that is forming and ever reforming, evolving and ever re-evolving the uni- verse, must acknowledge a superiority in mortal power and mortal ingenuity. On'the contrary, our competitive system is one grounded upon nature and governed by natural laws. It is a common strife for the same object. As every gravitating particle upon the earth gravitates toward the very same point in the center of the globe, so do men strive together tinder our chosen system. We call it competition. Now competition is strife and strife is the outgrowth of the immutable natures of men. It appears in the savage state as a sanguinary warfare but in civilized society during times of peace as competition. We do not hope for its abolition but for its humanitiza- tion. Life is a struggle and we love to live on account of it. As great the inexpediency to battle against the forces which regulate society and govern the relations of men as to oppose the laws of the human body or to contend against the forces governing the universe. Blind and narrow minded theorists seek to counteract the present con- formity but they cannot succeed. The creatures of natural law live on and oil and opposing theories totter and fade away. Cummunism grew but withered in a day. Russian nihilism and American anarchy are dying embers of social- istic practices withering before nature and established justice. These institu- tions fall short of their intended purpose. They cannot establish and perpet- uate a united brotherhood. Jealousy grows and takes the place of a better 30 ethics. Internal commotion is as certain therein as the underlying: principle itself. Popular uprisings and dissensions become frequent, discontent prevails, and dissolution is hailed with delight and enthusiasm. Idealists are continually evolving abstract theories and fanatics are attempt- ing to put these theories into practice. They seek to revolutionize society. They want to better social conditions but their theories presuppose an ideal state of mankind, unattainable because society is grounded upon the natural tendencies of men. Prejudiced in their views, they do not weigh cause and effect in the balance but unceremoniously strike at the fundamental principles of our social system. Preying upon the jealous nature of discontented human- ity they always enlist a following. In the past the ranks of social revolutionists have swelled as the rivers from continuous rains. The rebellions growing out of their fanaticism have in the past brought patrician to face peasantry in the horrors of war. Many nations count battlefields of unnumbered dead and rivers running crimson to the sea because of efforts to lead the discontented against established social law. Is it not probable that we are on the threshold of such a discontent today? There is the same discontent and the same causes for discontent that have marshalled armies in the past and have led to carnage and to death. How solve the problem? Shall we implore an equality of wealth? Then everyone would want to be an employer and none would want to be workers. The wheels of industry would cease, the earth would refuse to give forth its fruits and everything would retrograde. The solution of the problem is not equality; it is no radical reformation. Legislation can not now accomplish what is most desired. Something must prepare the way for law can play only a secondary part in contemporary society. The evil is in the hearts of men and must be educated out of them. Humanity must be impressed with a feeling of duty; human actions must be governed by that sacred teaching evoking us to do unto others as we would be done by. What the world needs is moral education. There should be a different feeling among classes. The man who has a cart must see that he owes his friendship to the man who has no cart. He that has power must befriend the weak. Those fortunate by birth, by accident or otherwise must help to avert the im- pending dangers of those less fortunate. It is not that we need a radical social reform but proper regulation of the system that we have. It is unison of hearts first and unison in social life becomes a natural consequent. Let us spread such teachings that the rich may come to feel that the great end of power is not the gratification of selfish aims but the uplifting of those below them. Missionaries at home and abroad are today taking steps to show that true greatness does not lie in being power- ful except that power is rightly used. In many of our cities the activity of anarchists is awakening a sense of duty; and that worse foe to civilization —wealth united, wealth combined to hold our poor eternally in subjection. Every assemblage of anarchists, every strike, every trust or combine is an open call to duty. Peace and harmony to establish and maintain is our great task. It behooves all to join hand in hand around a common altar, trusting in him who doeth all things best. With but one purpose and that for the good of humanity, let our foremost thought so shine upon posterity as the stars of the firmament shine o’erhead—“Peace upon earth, good will among men.” Fellow classmates, we have come to the end of the journey, so far as the Plymouth High School can take us in preparation for life’s duties. Our asso- 31 ciations have been pleasant from the beginning and our interest in each other will be manifest through life as we note the achievements that will be ours— achievements that come to few in the great struggle. We go out into the world with varied purposes. Some will continue their studies in higher institutions of learning, some will take up professional or bus- iness responsibilities at once. We can not foretell what the future has in store for us but our class is a fair average and it can be taken as assured that some of us will be married and living happily ever afterward just as soon as our parents are willing to see us through. No doubt some of us will be doctors, some lawyers, some editors, some preachers, some farmers, some beautiful wives of handsome men,—and, per haps, some will lx tramps; but even if the worst be our station, we have in U8 the spirit to be the “Big Push” with the element where our lot is cast. We expect to come back in twenty years from now to visit and to renew our affection for the present Junior Class, most of whom will still be going through High School. Seriously, we want our teachers and the school officials to know that we appreciate what they have done for us. We can never repay them for the great interest they have taken in us. In our cases we are confident that they have done a rattling good job, con- sidering the crude material they have had to work upon. Whether or not we all become distinguished in after life. I am certain that I am seconded by all my classmates when I say that those who have guided us have sought to in- spire in us an ambition to take a place among the leaders in the affairs of life. Though we fall by the wayside, wc shall ever be conscious of the fact that tin- years of our lives spent in the Plymouth High School were guarded aright and that the hearts and souls of our instructors were -centered in efforts to prepare us for the hardest battles and for the storms that rage fiercest. 32 MANUAL TRAINING ROOM ASSEMBLY ROOM—STUDY IIOI R 33 dUasH insinni HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1912 By DALE C. EVANS AT last, after many dreaded days and nights, we, The Seniors of 1912, must face this vast audience of over-enthusiastic pupils and also face the teachers whose names are followed by capital letters. On September, 1908, we marched boldly and bravely into the assembly hall of the Plymouth High School, and to the martial music made by the hands of the upper classmen marched to our choice seats on the west side of the room. We felt perfectly at home in the various halls and rooms and were puzzled that we should ever have dreaded our first day as High School students. Great was our surprise to find that we, the Freshmen Class of 1908 numbered sixty-one. Imme- diately our class demanded organization, and, assisted by our Principal, Mr. Mc- Dowell, a true friend to each and every Freshman, we chose “Metz” for president, Erma Humrichouser for vice president, Ruth Vinall for secretary, and Ethel McLaughlin for treasurer. These officers served us nobly and we are very grateful to them for their services. For some reason, though it couldn’t have been our appearance, the Sophmores thought we were easy marks, so they started capturing the boys singly and cutting their hair or doing other tricks equally as trying. We soon grew tired of this, how- ever, and began strewing the streets of Plymouth with locks of Sophmore hair. Thus one victory was gained. When the Basket Ball season came, two of our men held responsible places on the first team and in the spring the Freshmen Class furnished two men for the Base Ball team. A representative of our class won first place in the Marshall county Oratorical contest held at Bremen, Indiana. 1'hus the “ Fresh ies” of 1908 proved to everyone that we were a success, both physically and mentally; therefore, the next year, when the majority of ex-Freshies returned, we were extended the hand of friendship by each and every one. We, the Sophmore Class of 1909, carried out to the letter the Golden Rule in our relation with the entering Freshmen class. We did nothing in the line of haz- ing this year, but instead we aided the Freshmen in finding their class rooms and also their instructors. We were a very intelligent class during the year 1908, and pointed with pride to “ Metz,” who stood at the head of our class. Only a very few of our number were called upon to meet Miss Final Examina- tion. for many had been honored with front seats in our History class that they could the better hear the teacher s awful decree — “thereupon death-like silence prevailed” — which was sure to come from her lips if one failed to answer her questions. After mental development came our great physical growth during the summer vacation. For we, the Juniors of 1910, developed men and women who were thirty- six in number. We should have passed this year in peace, had it not been for the dignified Seniors, who continually tried to prove to us that they were “the only pebbles on the beach.” Now to show them that we had developed religiously as well as intellectually, we returned good for evil when we set before them a sump- 34 tuous banquet and shouted to them toasts of highest praise. Seeing that they were much moved by our kindness, President Schrock, speaking in behalf of our class, readily forgave them for all their rudeness and implored them to remember the lesson taught them by the Juniors of 1910 as long as life should last, and then they should receive their reward in heaven. That we might prove to the world at large that we were independent thinkers, we purchased our class pins during our Junior year, thus affording the “Gossips” of our community a topic for conversation—the legality of the act. Toward the end of the year we were greatly surprised to hear that our great leader, R. A. Randall, had resigned, but we soon learned, however, that Principal McDowell would suc- ceed him. This put an end to all our fears, for we were satisfied that he would successfully fill the vacancy. The Senior Class of 1912 numbers thirty-four, all of whom arc faithful servants of our school. We have fought our fight well and are now ready and eager to receive our reward. We have worked diligently and have put into practice our motto: “ To be rather than to seem.” Our class, due to the hard work of the managers, have put out the best Annual in the history of the Plymouth High School. Professor Harris in Chemistry found out how very swift one of our girls was at catching on to jokes. For an explanation ask the victim. English during the first semester was far too easy, for we read plays and poems, so we asked Miss Wiseman for a heavier course. She gave us the essays of Macaulay and Carlyle, which we found very pleasing. No class in the Plymouth High School has or ever shall excel our American History class. Civics also was very interesting for it proved to be a lecture course in ethics. Our class furnished two good men for the victorious Basket Ball team of 1912, and aroused an enthusiasm such as had never before existed. Under classmen, let us entreat and implore you to keep alive this spirit and to always respect your coach, Principal Dutter. Allow me to explain to you who wc, the Class of 1912, are: Theodora Art , is our student; Edna Adams our illustration of piety; Muriel Bosworth our elocutionist; Ruth Beyler our one girl with a modest look; John Bo- lenbaugh our one serious youth; Erma Crcssner our tall girl; Ford Crcssner our commander-in-chief; Cleta Cummins our star Latin student; Mae Daniels our mem- ber noted for shyness; Conroy Eley our athlete; Dale Evans our politician; George Firestone our standby; Clifford Goodrich our farmer lad; Erma Humrichouser our singer; James Hoham our nice boy; Esther Hammaker our weighty girl; Allen John- son our true lover; Bess Lcmert our orchestra leader; Stella Love our quiet girl; Roland Metsker our innocent boy; Grace Mow is our girl who says, “I see”; Schuy- ler Nolan our talkative boy; Carrie Rhodes our pretty girl; Ruby Reynolds our silent girl; Ruth Suit our forceful instructor in ethics; May Smith our industrious girl; Iva Scott our conscientious girl; Edna Switzer our information bureau; Linnelle Schrock our president, leader and arbitrator; Katherine Stevens our popular girl; Olga Tomlinson our story writer; Ruth Vinall our heavy vice president; William Wolfarth our tricky-eyed boy; Delpha Zumbaugh our musician. As a last and parting word, the Class of 1912 wish to advise the Juniors to do as they have done before: to follow closely in our footsteps, remembering that united they stand, divided they fall. Thanking our superintendents, the corps of teachers both past and present, and each and every one who has been instrumental in aiding our class, we bid you all a fond farewell. 35 (Elaaa flropljmj PROPHECY OF CLASS OF 1912 i By RUTH V IN ALL IN the night of April 1. 1912. I sat Before the fire-place watching the flames leap up. then dir away, and thought of the members of this year’s graduating class, with their ambitions and hopes for the future burning so brightly, just now, wondering if. like the flames, they, t«� o. would die away as ther possessions came in contact with the stern things of life after Commencement But knowing the pluck and determination of some of my classmates, I was convinced that the trying experiences that lie before them would only serve to kindle the fires of their ambitions, even as I replenished the one in the grate with a huge Chunk of coal, which I carefully placed in the center. I love to watch the coal burn. This piece was larger than any I had used, and it was soon snapping and crackling. It soon fell apart, disclosing to my astonished gaze the stage of a theatre. A lady appeared and seemed to be giving instructions to a younger one at the piano. Both looked familiar and I was about to exclaim, when the picture changed anti I saw a large billboard, an- nouncing the fact that,— Miss Bessie Lemcrt would assist Miss McGuire and her famous concert company, in the comic opera, “ The Captain of Plymouth,” to be given in the Majestic theatre in Grand Rapids, January 17. 191G. Glancing over the cast of characters I saw three more familiar names—Erma Ilumrichouser, Soloist; Roland B. Metsker, Tenor; Grace Mow, Vaudeville Artist. I was delighted ami surprised, but just then the clock struck the magic hour of twelve and I determined to probe further into the mysteries of the future. So I selected another large chunk of coal and awaited results. The blue Hames crept around and over the coal, a few yellow tongues Hamed up and it split through the middle, revealing the audience room of a college. Many people seemed to be there, apparently students. Upon a raised platform at one end sat the faculty. How did I know? Why. by their looks, of course. A tall, lank, lean, peaked-faced individual, whose head was crowned with a quantity of beautiful, wavy gray hair, occupied the president 's chair. Oh! yes; it was John Bolcnbaugh. No doubt about it, even though the years and great responsibility had whitened his hair. The faces of the rest of the faculty looked familiar. But the scene changes and I see a do- mestic science kitchen. Some one seems to be having trouble. She is carrying a sack of Hour; it starts to fall, and in the efforts to save it she upsets a dish-pan full of water. Through the doughy mess 1 recognized the features of my old classmate, Mae Daniels. Again the picture changed and I saw this announcement: “The winter term of the Alaska University will open January 2nd, 1922. Among the names of the teaching and office force I found: Ford Cressner, Dietician and Physic Director; Mae Daniels, Domestic Science: Iva Scott, Head of Mathematics Department: Erma Cressner, Kindergarten; Clifford Goodrich. Dancing Master; Mrs. Mae Smith Bolenhaugh, Head of Commercial Department; Edna Switzer, Librarian: Ruth Suit, Clerk, Esther Hammakcr, Assistant Clerk. The picture faded, but I had more coal and hoped the supply would last until I should know the fate of the remainder of my class. The next piece began to crack the minute 1 placed it on the fire. It seemed so animated I felt sure it held a surprise in store for me, and I was not disappointed; for when it fell apart I beheld the dearest little cottage, vine-clad, and surrounded by fruit trees loaded with fruit. Stately sun Ho wen and hollyhocjcs stood sentinel at the back, and the yard was filled with marigolds, asters, and sweet williams. An oltl cat stalked majestically down the path. A poodle-dog, well blanketed to protect him from the sun, trotted after the cat. A peaceful looking maiden, of uncertain years, came out of the house, carrying a parrot, and the whole family proceeded to bask in the warm sunshine. Just as I recognized the features of Delplia Zumbaugh the picture failed and 1 was left to wonder could she lie an “Old Maid”? But of course she had no use for a man, having a stove that smoked, a parrot that swore, a cat that ran around nights, and a dog that growled. 36 Again I added fuel to the tire, ami waited. This time 1 saw a den of lions. In their midst stalked a brave looking man, tall, and slightly stooped. The lions cowered with fear when their ejes met his gaze. On a board above the den, in glowing letters, was painted: “Percival Kelligni, Ijon Tamer. Absolutely fearless. No living thing, animal or human, can meet his gaze without trembling with fear.” But I recognized my one-time clasmate, “Jim” lloham, iri the brave “Per- cival.” and was wondering what trick of fate had driven him to this occupation, when the scene changed and I saw him entering a house. Me was met at the door by a woman about half his size, who seemed displeased about something. Indeed her displeasure manifested itself in a well directed blow, which sent the lion tamer sprawling to the floor. Just at this exciting point the picture faded ami I could only marvel at the strange circumstances that had given him such a meek little wife. The next piece of coal was of a peculiar shape, and burned with a brighter, bluer flame than die others. Surely something unusual would come from this, I thought. Then I saw a stack of yellow back novels—thousands of them. Looking closer, I saw the portrait of the author upon the cover of one. It was Muriel Bos wort It—a little older, and more romantic looking, but still the same old Muriel. 1 next chose a substantial, sensible looking block, curious to see what secret it would divulge. It was several minutes before the beat penetrated it sufficiently to produce results; but when I bad grown impatient it burst open with a noise like the firing of a cannon, and I saw a great crowd of people. They seemed interested in what some one was saying, and as the picture became clearer 1 discovered the sign, “ Vote for Women,” borne by a lady who looked very much like 1’heodora Anz. Beside her, mounted on a cheese-box to give her greater height, wearing a suffragette bat, and delivering a powerful lecture—if gestures indicate anything—was Katherine Stevens. You never can tell what a girl will do,” I thought, as I found a fresh piece of coal 1'his time it was flat and thin, and I was not at all surprised when it turned into a newspaper. Some items appeared in great black letters, so I read them easily. This is what I read: “Married, at the home of the bride’s parents, in Plymouth, Indiana, Miss Olga Tomlinson to A. I.innelle Schrock. The bride is a sweet, demure, little maiden, well beloved by all who knew her. The groom is one of Plymouth’s rising young men. After a short wedding trip they will return to Plymouth, where Mr. Schrock has recently purchased the Republican.” Beneath this was another item of equal interest to me: “Married, at the Presbyterian manse, Miss Edna Adams to Allen Johnson. Both parties are well known and highly respected, and their friends wish them a long and happy life on their farm north of Plymouth.” Next I read about a breach of promise case, in which George Firestone was the defendant, and Ruth Beyler, plaintiff; William Wolfarth. judge; Schuyler Nolan, lawyer for the defense: Dale Evans, representing the plaintiff. Mr. Firestone was found guilty and fined five dollars and costs. This being his second case, he was advised to become a monk and save Ids money. “Well,” I thought, “no more sensational newspaper items, if you please.” Sol chose an irregular, inoffensive looking block and waited for the picture story I was sure it contained. After much crackling and sputtering the coal fell apart; but the picture it revealed seemed unusual in some way. I seemed to be looking down from a great height at some object flying through the air like a bird. All other things were indistinct anti blurred. The bird-like structure was rising to- ward me and soon I saw it was an air-ship, driven by a woman It was now so near that I knew the aviator to be no other than Cleta Cummins. The air-ship moved rapidly onward and the sur- face of the earth came into plainer view, and along a highway an automobile was speeding at a breakneck pace. “Oh! a race, ' thought I. “How interesting.” The picture changed and I saw a city square. A crowd was gathered there, anti seemed to be watching something. Then what was a tiny speck up in the air became larger, and an airship appeared to be coming to the ground. At the same time an automobile came tearing up the broad, paved street. Both were making for the same spot, and yes, both were driven by women. There was room for both, but both seemed determined to occupy the same place at the same time, and a collision must result. I closed my eyes to shut out the dreadful scene, ami opened them upon a hospital ward. The driver of the automobile was being placed upon a bed. Her face was turned toward me and I recognized the features of Ruby Reynolds. A distinguished looking physician bent over her, then turned to give some directions to a white-capped nurse, who I readily recognized as Carrie Rhodes. As the nurse turned away I saw the physician’s face more clearly and knew him to he “Doc” Eleyof the class of 1912. The fire went out and I could find no more coal, for the bin was empty. 37 (Elass ON this the third of June our Senior Class so wise Assemble together, our Will and Testament to devise, And hope, kind friends, you will lend us an attentive ear While we dispose of the property which we hold dear. A sound Will we’ve made, which none can contest, For we solemnly swear that we’ve done our best, And we hope that each party who’s mentioned herein Will receive the one thing most desired by him. Misses Scott, Rhodes and Beyler do hereby bequeath To the Juniors their sheepskins and their laurel wreaths, For if next year they as Seniors would pass They’ll need these diplomas from our brilliant class. To the dear Sophomores who do not yet conceive The hardships of Juniordom, we do hereby leave 'Flic privilege assumed by Miss Switzer and Smith Going up town whenever they wish. I o the innocent Freshmen who need, we fear, Some strong hand to guide, through their Sophomore year, Miss Olga Tomlinson to you we do bestow 'I o act as Chaperon as through the High School you go. To our worthy class president, A. Linnelle Schrock, We will and bequeath a brown curly lock Of Miss Delpha Zumbaugh’s beautiful hair, Which next to his heart he probably will wear. Now to Ruth Vinall, our vice president, We will and bequeath a document, Guaranteed by all who use it while fresh To be fine for reducing superfluous flesh. A heart full of love that will make them rejoice Miss Cummins bequeaths to the Junior of her choice. Miss Adams to a handsome and bright Senior boy Bequests her fond love—love minus alloy. To young Wolfarth, our excellent Senior athlete, Who is noted for having tremendous big feet, Just as soon as the tariff on leather subdues We will an extra sized pair of new shoes. Misses Hammaker, Love, and Theodora Artz, All wise as to brains and cold as to hearts, Of their share of beaus hereby make a donation To any fair maiden who files application. 38 Our class has decided some wise judge to hire, To guard and protect “Doc” Eley, esquire, That when young “Doc” in police court is tried This judge will waive every false witness aside. Ruth Suit, who is “up” in all kinds of “learnin”, And especially apt in the study of German, We freely bequeath to the following classes— As a coach, to insure that a few of them “passes”. Now the Misses Cressner and Reynolds donate A number of books of quite recent date To our new public library; let its banner wave O'er this land of the free and home of the brave. A barrel of fine apples Young Johnson docs will To the apple-starved Juniors, for he’s had his fill. So when you feel hungry just make application To the book-keeping teacher and you’ll get your ration. Miss Humrichouser has her wilful mind set To be an old maid and a suffragette; So her powders, creams, jewels and furbelows Upon the Athletic team she bestows. V oung Metsker a sack of fine marbles endows To the Primary room, and as Roland allows That he’s off to college at hard work to grind. And is leaving his sweet baby games all behind. Now Miss Bessie Lemert of musical skill Does hereby insert in our Senior Class Will This modest bequeathal—her place at the stool Of the piano work to the Pjvmouth High School. With three girls on the string, Mr. Hoham desires To leave two of them whom he least admires To Goodrich and Cressner; both must agree Under oath from all other maids to keep free. Merle Bosworth, who always wears white buckskin shoes With all of her dresses, no matter what hues, Wills her latest edition of a book she holds dear Called “Right Things to Wear at All Times of the Year.” Our friend Bolenbaugh has a fine compilation, And has hereby concluded to make a donation Of problems in Physics, all solved in fine shape, Which he wills to those who have credits to make. Now Katherine Stevens does hereby bequest To the succeeding classes the things she likes best— A fine can of talcum and a soft chamois skin To make pretty the outside as well as the in. In our class is a boy who’s the pink of perfection. Dale Evans by name, who is full of affection For a Sophomore girl; and to her we bequeath Phis bunch of perfection and a white bridal wreath. 39 And now, before we conclude this Last Will and Testament of the Senior Class of 1912, we wish to make a few bequests to the members of the faculty, in whose custody we are leaving the little Junior, Sophomore and Freshmen orphans. To our beloved Superintendent, Mr. McDowell, we have unanimously decided to bequath—nothing—knowing, as we do, that he already has possession of all that he holds dear. To our capable Principal, Mr. Homer Dutter, we do hereby will and bequeath his choice of all the fair damsels who have smiled their sweetest upon him for one long year; with this proviso, however: that he makes his choice known to the presi- dent of our class before another has him in her net. To our universally beloved Mr. Harris—the patient, tender and true, the one altogether lovely, whose only aim in life is to be able to keep calm in the midst of outside commoti yi—we do will and bequeath one Miss May Daniels, whom we can heartily guarantee as an expert in producing sufficient confusion to help Mr. Harris in this his life study. To Miss Grant we do hereby will and bequeath our excellent Civics manu- scripts, hoping that in comparing these said manuscripts with those of next year's Seniors, she will at least appreciate the fact that we were not quite the “numbest skulls” that ever passed through Seniordom, and that “worse is still to come.” To Miss Daniels we do hereby will and bequeath Miss Mow, to assist said Miss Daniels in doing her next year’s canning. To Miss Sullivan we do hereby will and bequeath our Classic Dictionary, which we hope will be of assistance to her in mastering “Homer”. The Class of 1912, after much deliberation and with many a tug at their heart strings, have decided to will and bequeath to Miss McGuire one Schuyler Nolan— a man of wonderful musical turn, who will probably be of much assistance to said Miss McGuire in the staging of comic operas. To Miss Wiseman, who has but recently suffered a great disappointment in failing to secure the man of her heart, we hereby will and bequeath our long and tenderly beloved “Jimmie Hones,' trusting that said Miss Wiseman will not find him so obstreperous as other men have proven. It falling to me to draw up this Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1912, I have thought long and seriously as to some personal bequeathal 1 might make to the succeeding classes; something on the line of an endowment or a Carnegie library. After much deliberation, and knowing that “Jimmie Hones” will in the future be subject to the tyranny of Miss Wiseman, I have decided to will and bequeath to the custody of the Plymouth High School, my skeleton. As the football season is over, I feel safe in assuring you that this skeleton has two hundred and six bones in perfect condition. The only stipulation I place on this endowment is that said skeleton be treated kindly and that it never be removed from the vault to go on masquerading expeditions. And now, dear schoolmates, in conclusion, the Senior Class of 1912 wish to extend to you their hearty good wishes for your coming school year. To the members of the faculty we wish to extend our sincere thanks for your untiring efforts in our behalf, for we realize now, in saying farewell, that in the hour of our suc- cesses, be they great or small, we will all, one by one, look back and say we owe to you a great debt. In Witness Whereof, I, the chosen representative of the Senior Class, have hereunto set my hand and seal this 3rd of June, 1912. George Firestone. [Seal] •40 (6r armatum §nu« UJE are waiting on the threshold, Girded, ready for the strife,— Waiting till we shall be marshalled In the battle-ranks of life: Waiting for the bugle’s ringing Through the tumult to be heard, I'or the order “'Forward!” bringing Work and conflict in a word. Vet we ask one thought of sadness. Though bright hopes illume your way; Though your hearts are filled with gladness, Comrades, we must part today! Comrades, we must part today! Yes, we part; and while before us Lie the welcome future years, Vet your voices thrill the chorus Like the sound of falling tears; Though you walk no more beside us, ()ne there is who ever will; Though our teachers cease to guide us. I lis dear hand is o’er ns still. Stiil to you our hearts are clinging. And, like distant chiming bells, Though the chorus you are singing Hear our sorrowful “Farewells!” We would seek no earthly treasure — Not to reach the heights of Fame— Not inglorious ease or pleasure, Not ourselves shall be btir aim; ()urs a life � f self-denial. Ready any cross to take,— Fighting wrong, enduring trial. For the blessed Master's sake. He whose love is ever o’er you — Whose the name and cross you bear Will reward, in years before you, While you nobly do and dare. When we reach our home in glory, When our warfare all is done— When we look back o’er the story Of the victories we have won; When the lints that here must sever )f this frail and changing love. Shall united be forever In the heavenly rest above: Then, with rapture voices ringing Sweeter far than earth has known. Shall we join the chorus, singing Praise before the great white throne, Praise before the great white throne. (Class of 1013 )PPrCKKS Henry L. Humrichouscr J. Walter Bowell Vera Sanner . Donald O. Stephenson . Class Barton Rhinehart Lewis Kepler Eva Le Fever Gerald Overmeycr Floe Tracy Fern Reiseli Coral Gibson I lelen Armstrong Leta McCormick Maud Marks Frances Love Vera Sanner Irene Lacher Erma Cummins Florence Copp Walter Bowell •I President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Roll Knight Houghton Everett Shirar Edgar Flosenzier Donald Stephenson Lauren Suit Mildred Long Henry Humrichouscr Clara See Helen Johnson Ray Jacoby Earl Schroeder Keith Richter Joseph Holzbauer Elmer Wait Lulu McCoy “WE JUNYERS” DON STEPHENSON Class of '13 THE JUNIORS of the Plymouth High School were represented in every- thing this last year and they turned out some excellent material. The class contained almost forty pupils and they expect to be the largest class that has ever graduated from the Plymouth High School. They have been represented in the best po siblc way in this Annual and feel that they have passed through a most successful year of High School work. At the beginning of the school year the old class president, Henry Hum- rieliouser, was re-elected, Don Stephenson being elected treasurer, and Vera Sanner filling the secretary’s position. Not long afterwards the class editor, Barton Rhinehart, was re-elected and in that position did most excellent work, as their part of the Annual easily shows. He spent much time in making the Junior section of this book better than it has ever been before, and we feel that he was successful without a doubt. Captain Keith Richter, Gerald Overmeyer, Everett Shirar, Walter Bowel 1 and Earl Schroeder represented us, with much credit to us and also themselves; in the basket ball team, the former three remaining on the team until the close of the season. The base ball team contained Everett Shirar, Flint Helms, Earl Schroeder and Keith Richter, from our class, and they certainly did us honor by their excellent playing in each of the games of the season. In the track meet we were represented far better than any other class of the school, as one, two and even three of our boys entered in each part of the meet. Here again they showed up well and made good. The High School quartette which represented us in the county contest contained two of our boys— Gerald Overmeyer and Knight Houghton. Our class also furnished Gerald Overmeyer for the orchestra, which fur- nished some excellent music at many of the High School events which occurred during the year. The girls’ chorus, composed of a large number of Junior girls, displayed the excellent quality of their voices on several public occasions. Knight Houghton, comic editor, came from our class and lie displays his fine wit and humor on other pages; and it is unnecessary to say that his work along that line cannot be excelled. Don Stephenson, as cheer leader, captain of the track team, and athletic editor, did some very satisfactory work in all the positions and did it well and with a will. The Juniors were also awarded second prize in the story contest and were represented very ably in the preliminary oratorical contest. 43 (Claris nf 1913 44 OUajBB nf 1913 45 (Elasfi of UU4 Officers Earl A. Leonhard . . . President Eugene S. Beagles . Vice President Tena Nelson . Secretary Martha Bowel 1 . . • • • . . Treasurer Class Roll Eugene B. aglcs PaulJacox Poiter Orr Martha Bowel 1 Agnes Jones Ira Reynolds Lottie Conger Belle Kesler Clair Rock hill Roland Cook Minnie Kizer Byrd Rockhill Charles Croup Ruby Lacher Cloc Scott Arno Cullison Ray Lemcht Ethel See Irene Duncan Earl Leonhard Clarence Seward Frances Eich Mae Manuwal John Shoemaker Edna Foker Mary McCoy Frank Steinbaeh Flint Helms Earl Mishler Irene Ulrich Fred Hess Edna Mow Orpha York Hal Houghton Tena Nelson “ DAFFODILS ” If Professor Dutter explained a proposition in Geometry would Ethel “See”? If Eugene Beagles had a cough would Charles “Croup”? Can Agnes Jones translate Latin? No; but Irene Dun “can”. If Fred Hess and Clarence Seward are cousins, which one is Tina NcKs ‘ ‘son”? Do we hear dogs barking? No; but we hear Edna M(e)owting). If Miss Wiseman can’t make Mary McCoy read her English theme, can John vShoe‘ ‘make' ’er (her)? If Minnie Kizer can sew and Bell Kessler can dust, can Roland “Cook”? Who was fired from the assembly the other day, Porter Or(r) Ira Reynolds? On the first day of April Mr. Harris was inquiring for the Mae (May) Man- nual(s). Is Earl Leonhard for Boston “Or” “pha” York? Is Irene IT’rich”? Is Martha Bo “well’”? I don’t know; ask “Doc’ Lemert. If CloeScott is a seamstress and Earl Mishler an athlete, is Donald (a) “Baker”? 47 Claaa nf 1U14 48 (ClaiUi xif I Ul4 49 (Elans nf IU15 ( )PPICBKS Chester Thompson Bertis Tomlinson Grace Milner Lloyd Keyser . Class Helen Amones Louis Brown Charles Buck Fanny Chart Arthur Cleveland JIarry Cook (lien Cox Ruth Davis Rena Doty Esther Eieh Ethel Freeze Omar Fruits Ethelwin Goodrich £ Erwin Haag: Lilian Hahn Cletis Ilammaker Carol Ilumrichouser Leonard Hiss Winifred Johnson Lloyd Keyser Presale tit Pice President . . . Secretary . . . Treasurer Roll Claude Long: Phillip Long: Etta Matthew Ellis Maxey Mable Miller Grace Milner loan Mol ter Nellie Myers Martin Ness Gladys Parks Gladys Piler Estella Phillips Hazel Poor Ruth Rhinehart y Jesse Ritchey Gail Roberts Lyndia Schroeder Gladys Shreve Violet Singrey (CkBfi of 1015 52 e? SIBI J 88 1© (Dratnnj By A. LINNELLE SCHKOCK E VERY day life brings us in contact with all the different sorts of people that I go to make up the world, and, generally, our first impressions of them are last- ing, whether they be favorable or unfavorable. Of all the qualities that a person possesses, possibly none stands out stronger in bold relief or influences one more in forming impressions of a stranger, than the power to express himself—or the art of talking, clearly, concisely and to the point. To be a good public speaker should be th; aim of all students, because it is a trait that in no matter what walk of life we travel, there is always a time when each one of us is called upon to give his views upon some subject or other. To encourage students in cultivating this important art, besides our regular recitations two oratorical contests are held each spring. The first of these is a preliminary try-out in which two members of each class take part, the winner being sent as a delegate from Plymouth High School to the Marshall county Oratorical contest. This year Roland B. Metsker, Class of 1912, was our representative in the county contest. He was awarded the second prize, George Keyser, of Bremen, receiving first, and would undoubtedly have captured the highest honors had he not momentarily forgotton a part of his speech; as he was, beyond a doubt, the best orator of the evening. Since the organization of the County Oratorical Association in 1906, five such contests have been held. In three of these Plymouth has won first place, second in one, and third in the other. The program for the 1912 Oratorical and Musical, held in our city May 4th, follows: Remarks ...................... Chairman 0. E. McDowell Oration, “Capital Punishment”................. George Keyser Quartette, “Toreador” (Miss Helen Armstrong, accompanist) Knight Houghton Donald Baker Flint Helms Gerald Overmyer Oration, “Our Naval Policy” ....................Ray Rogers Quartette, “O Tell It Her” Misses Mary Spencer, Honora Vink, Olive Camerer, Helen Fribley Oration, “The Lincoln Way” .. .. Roland B. Metsker Quartette, “Nightingale and Rose’ Misses Huldah Wiseman, Ruth Speyer, Myrtle Painter, Marie Buswell Oration, “Liquor or Law”...................... Seward Craig Quartette, “Forsaken” .. (Miss Vallie Garver, accompanist; Misses Marie Heister, Faith Young, Mae Schilt, Grace Connell Oration, “Citizen Service” .. .. .. .. Earl McGritf Quartette. “The Miller s Wooing” .. Misses Lois Taylor, Jessie Taber, Messrs Neil Thompson, Harold Meek Piano Solo (Selected).............. Miss Lyla Overmyer . Vx� cal Solo (Selected)........ .. Miss Caroline Boss Decision of Judges and Award of Prizes .. Supt. Steinebach 55 ifUtHtr FOR a number of years Music has taken a prominent place in the Plymouth High School. It has always been encouraged by the faculty and the school board in any form. This year probably more time and attention has been spent in behalf of the various musical organizations than any year previous. The Roys’ Quartette, which has won such a fine reputation throughout the county, is an entirely new enterprise. The Orchestra, Girls’ Glee Club, ana Roys’ Chorus were larger and better this year than ever before. A High School Rand came very near being organized this year, but for some unaccountable reason it was dropped. It is our regret that a band was not organized, and we sincerely hope that such an enterprise will be taken up more successfully next year. THE ORCHESTRA A. LINNELLli SCHKOCK, '12 The Plymouth High School Orchestra was reorganized the first of the school year under the direction of Ford S. Cressner. All of the old members were back again with the exception of Miss Rose Holzbauer, whose place as pianist has been ably filled by Miss Ress M. Lemert. In addition to those who had played with the orchestra in previous years, there were Flint Helms and Lauren Suit, violins; George R. Jordan, cornet; and G. Knight Houghton, drums—all of whom did excel- lent work and have proven themselves most valuable additions to thij organization. All of the members of the orchestra are to be commended upon the earnest efforts they have put forth to make the present organization by far the best of its kind Plymouth High School has ever had. Their excellent work has been manifested repeatedly when they have appeared before the public and acquitted themselves in a highly satisfactory manner. 56 BOYS’ CHORUS EVERETT SHIKAR, ’13 The Hoys’ Chorus was organized in the second semester of 1911 Although we have had but twenty minutes a week, we have had a very interesting course in Music and we feel very grateful to our instructor, who has never lost confidence in us except upon one occasion, when we proved to the entire audience that we could make a complete failure. Shame seized us and our New Year’s resolution was, “VVe will make a splendid reputation for the Boys’ Chorus We have taken a successful parr in every High School entertainment since that time. From the Boys’ Chorus was chosen the quartette which sang at the Marshall county Ora- torical and Musical contest. GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB ERMA HUMRICHOUSER, ’12 The Oirls’ Glee Club was organized in 1908, by Miss McGuire. Since that time it has taken part in Commencement exercises, all the other High School programs and at other functions. The willingness of the club to take part and the high quality of the music furnished has made the Girls’ Glee Club a popular organ- ization in the High School. 57 ijjiuli riuuil (Orchestra Rear—Arno Cullison. George Jordan. Lauren Suit. Gerald Overmycr, Roscoe Lee, Flint Helm� . Ford Crcssncr. director. Bess Lentert. G. Knight Houghton. Front—Roland Mctsker. Uelpha Zumbaugh. (Read left to right) iLUujfi' (CluUlUi Rear—Knight Houghton. Flint Helm . Ccrald Duncan. Gerald Overmeyer. Everett Shirar. Paul Jacox. Donald Baker. Erwin Haag. Earl Leonhard. Glen Cox. Front—Eugene Beagle . Arthur Cleveland. Clarence Seward. Arno Cullison. Allen Johnson. Ira Reynold . Charles Buck. Ellis Maxey. Charles Croup. (Read left to right) (Siris’ (Birr (Club C « vC Rear—Martha Bowell. Edna Folker. Maude Mark . Lottie Conger. Carol HumrichOuser, Rote Matthew. Berth Tomlinson. Irene Ulrich. Center—Clara See. Grace Milner, Agnes Jones. Lulu McCoy. Coral Gibson, Edna Mow. Lulu William . Front—Helen Armstrong, pianist; Mis McGuire, director. (Read left to right) Staskft Hiall DON STEPHENSON, Athlktic Editor r I A11E Basket Ball season of the Plymouth High School opened with: Captain Keith I Richter. Walter Bowell, Everett Shirar, Gerald Overmever, Ira Mishler, Earl . Schroedcr, Schuyler Nolan, Paul Jacox and Conroy Eley—the most promising of making players. Of these boys only two had ever engaged in real basket ball games and the rest were practically inexperienced. However, after three weeks of good, steady prac- tice, a good team was organized and they engaged in their initial contest. This first game was played with Argos and the boys made an excellent showing; played a fast, interesting game, and pleased the rooters who were out to witness the victory. 60 The next game was played at Culver, and on account of the inexperience and the dis- advantages under which our boys played, playing in such small quarters and that also being their first indoor game, they lost. Other games were now scheduled, and during the season nineteen games were played, our boys winning eight and losing eleven. Considering the circumstances, the team cer- tainly did most excellent work and we feel sure that although they did not defeat every team, they made their opponents feel that they had been in a real game and that they had to earn what they got. Towards the close of the season the team consisted of Captain Richter, 15. Shirar, £1. Overmeyer, I. Mishler, 1 . Jacox and C. Kiev; and these boys certainly wound up the sea- son in grand style and came through with flying colors. We were very sorry to lose Karl Schroeder, for he was an excellent player, one of those kind who can always be depended on to play the game and play it right. Schuyler Nolan also quit us early in the season, but his work while on the team deserves much credit and his playing in the position of guard was good. Walter Howell was injured in the South Bend game and that put another fine player out of the game. Walter was captain of the team one month and was very good at center, playing that position in three games. Captain Richter won the admiration of both players and rooters by bis all ’round play- ing at the beginning of the season; and he continued his good work until the very last. Keith was an excellent basket thrower and made the most baskets of anyone on the team. He played the position of forward and was always in the game, fast on his feet and ready to keep his opponent down and out. He has most assuredly been one of the mainstays of the Plymouth High School basket ball team. Gerald Overmeyer proved himself to be the best all ’round player on the teim, playing the positions of guard, center, and forward and filling them in fine shape. Gerald was a steady man, in the game all the time, a good basket thrower, and also very good on free throws. He deserves extra credit, due to the fact that he plavt-d in every game of the sea- son and could be depended on to do his very best in any one of them. Kverett Shirar made himself a favorite of the loyal supporters of theHeam by the de- termined way in which he went into a game. He played the fast, progressive game, from start to finish, never tiring or becoming discouraged. As a guard he could not be beat, and next year we expect him, as captain of the team, to continue his good work, and we feel sure that he can and will. Conroy Kley was our star center Conroy is one of those kind of fellows who just reaches up in the air, gets the ball, drops it in the basket, and then, before you know it, he has turned the same trick again. He has the size, and played an excellent game, being good’at both free throws and baskets. Ira Mishler showed himself to be an excellent guard and although he was not in all of the games he was behind the team with his support and went into the game with the good will of a helper. Paul Jacox as guard played in several of the games and helped the boys out of some difficult places. Paul is fast on his feet and plays a hard, progressive game. Mr. H. W. Dutter, as coach, through his untiring efforts, made the Plymouth High School basket ball team what it was. lie took the boys, both unexperienced and without any knowledge of the game, and made a first class team out of them. They owe iheir good training, excellent work, and good standing to Mr. Dutter, and he cannot be too highly praised for his interest and work in behalf of the team. He has spent both time and money to see them through to the finish and we feel, and so does he, that his efforts have been appreciated and rewarded. As a referee Mr. Dutter cannot be beaten in northern Indiana, his decisions being always given without a falter and with no show of favoritism. He has encouraged the boys in all their undertakings, having had experience in almost every kind of athletics, and it is he who lias been the heart and soul, the push and pull of the athletics in the High School. He has aroused a spirit which is sure to stay and help us make the best showing next year that has ever been made by the Plymouth High School. Again the team must be thanked for their never-ceasing support to the school and for their efforts in trying to make it one of the foremost of the state in athletics. This work has meant much hard study in school, and all these fellows have made their school work a success and stuck to the game, showing that they are made of the right sort of material for athletic work. They have played some of the best teams of the state and have probably engaged in some of the fastest games ever played on a basket ball door, but they have never been worsted or knocked out. for they could stick just as long as the other fellow. A second team was organized, which consisted of Lauren Suit, Martin Ness, Raymond Lemert, Dale Kvans and Lochren Wise. These boys furnished some excellent practice games for the first team, and at the last of the season defeated a team from Carrol Hall, Notre Dame. They later defeated a team representing the Methodist Sunday-school, and at the return game with Carrol Hall were themselves defeated. The line-up of the first team at the close of the year was as follows: Forwards—Over- meyer, Richter. Center—Kiev. Guards—Shirar, Mishler. lacox. 61 UlcUikrt Uall arant Rear row. left to riifht -Gerald Overmycr. Ira Milhler, Conroy Elcy. H. W. Duller, coach. Frpnl row I'aul Jacox. Keith Richter, captain. Everett Shirar. 62 $rmnr Oiirln Utaskct Stall aram Top row—Ruth Vinill. captain; Pearl Daniels, coach. Center row—F.rma Cressner. Clcta Cummins. Dclpha Zumoaugh. Esther Hammaker. Bottom row — Mac Daniels. Olga Tomlinson. Muriel Bosworth. (Read left to right). Maude Marks. Helen Johnson. Esther McCrory. Irene I.acher, Frances Love. Mildred Long. Lola McCormick. Helen Armstrong. Rose Mathew. 63 Saar Ball aram Eatl Schrocder. captain: iamr lloham. Irj Miihler. I jui Droun. E cir(l Shim, Karl Mi «hier. Flint llrlmt, IJrvrrr Wiw, (,Vnl l Shrcir, Keith Kichtrr, Donald Sirvcnton. II V. Uulirr. io� th Waller Strain. Ulasu' Sail OUR Base Ball team began the season with very little practice to help them. The weather interfered with several regular practices, but the team took ad- vantage of what little suitable weather there was, and on April 13th played their first game. This opening game was played with Culver, and here our boys showed their lack of practice, although, to be sure, they had had luck (proba- bly because it was the 13th). The game was a close one and resulted in a score of 4 to 7 in favor of Culver. The second game was played at Winona, our opponents being the Agricultural College hoys of that place. This was on April 20th, and we lost again, the score being 6 to 8. Another one of those games we almost won, but poor fielding lost it for us. The third game was played on April 27th, against the Winona Academy team. This game was rather one-sided, but interesting, the final score being 13 to 5 in favor of our boys. Here we won our first victory and feel that we can go in and win the rest of the games that are scheduled for the season. Captain Earl Schroeder is the star player on the team, playing the position of short-stop. Earl is a heavy hitter, landing one three-base hit and two two-baggers in the third game. He knows the game from beginning to end and is an excellent coach and captain. He is also an excellent player, catching everything within reach, and that is saying a good deal for him, but his work on the team cannot be too highly praised. Walter Poor, in the pitcher’s box, is certainly the kind of a fellow we need. He has everything a pitcher has to have, and his control is very good. His pitching at Winona was exceptionally good and he deserves much credit for his support on the High School team. Rudolph Schroeder, behind the hat, is therewith the goods all the time. He is an excellent catcher and can get them all the time if anybody can. He is not afraid of the ball and his throwing to bases is accurate, swift and sure. He certainly is the man to support any kind of a pitcher and he and Poor together do the work upright. Gerald Shrcvc, at first base, also deserves much credit for his exceptionally good playing. He is quick, sure, and gets everything that comes his way. His interest in the team and his work as a member of the team show that he is one of the kind we need to keep things moving. Everett Shirar, who played out-field in the first two games, and second base in the third game, is developing into a first class player. His work at second is very- good and he ought to be able to retain that position. He is an all round good player and does his part toward the support of the team. Keith Richter, holding down third base, surprised the rooters by his excellent playing in that position. The same as in basket ball, he is there, quick, and in the game from start to fin sh. He can surely play third as well as any of them. The outfielders are: Flint Helms, Devere Wise and Ira Mishler. James Hoham played out-field in the first two games of the season. The former three have sup- ported the in-field very well indeed, and Flint is also a good hitter, making several nice hits during the three games. Devere gets all that comes his way and holds them. Ira is a good man in center-field and docs his share. Our coach and helper, as usual, has been Mr. Dutter, who, the same as in basket ball, has kept the boys at work, encouraged them, and made them stick to- gether and stay with the game. Other games besides the three mentioned have been scheduled, but on account of the early publication of this Annual it is impossible to tell of them here. But we may be sure that the boys will improve as they go on, and we expect them to close up the season a winning team. 1 hey have surely worked hard and in spite of bad luck and lack of practice they are coming to the front. (Track (Tram From top to bottom of steps, left to eight—H. W. Duller, coach; Everett Shirar, Erwin Haag. Earl Schroeder. Earl Mifhtcr. In Milhler, I.ouis Brown, Jamc� lioham. Keith Richter. Donald Stephenson, captain. Donald Baker: Walter Strang, mascot. ®rark ifli'rt THE Marshall County Track Meet was held at Plymouth on Saturday, May 4th. The schools represented in the “meet” were: Culver, Argos, Bremen, Bourbon, and Plymouth. The track team representing Plymouth High School consisted of Captain Don Stephenson, Keith Richter, Gerald Overmeyer, Ira Mishler, Karl Mishler, Erwin Haag, Lewis Brown, Earl Schroeder, Rudolph Schrocdcr, Donald Baker, Everett Shirar and James Hoham. The conditions were not favorable for the boys to get much practice but they took advantage of what liyle they did get and with the encouragement of Captain Stephenson and Coach Duttcr went in to win. In their attempt they were successful, for Plymouth easily- won the day and we are more than proud of our track team and what it has accom- plished. The work of Keith Richter. Earl Schroeder and Earl Mishler was espec- ially commendable and they were entered at the State Meet, held on May 11th. There our boys acquitted themselves creditably. Our school was presented with a beautiful gold trophy for winning the meet and we are proud of it. Keith Richter won the most points of any of the contestants, he having twenty- points to his credit. He won first places in the one hundred yard dash, discus, high and low hurdling, and for this was awarded a beautiful and valuable gold medal. Earl Schroeder won third place in the number of points won by individuals, having fifteen points to his credit. He won first places in the running broad jump, in the high jump, and easily won first in the pole vault. Earl Mishler won first place in the 440 yard dash, second in the 220-yard dash, and third in the 100-yard dash, giving him nine points. Erwin Haag won second place in the half mile, thus securing three points. Overmeyer, I. Mishler, and R. Schroeder each won one point. The final result of the meet was: Plymouth, 51 points; Culver, 31 points; Bremen, 19 points: Bourbon, 4 points; Argos, 4 points. We are certainly proud to see Plymouth at the head of this list, and feel certain that if another track meet is held next year we will again be there, stronger than ever. As Plymouth has not taken any active part in athletics of this sort for several years, it was something entirely new for some of the contestants, but they showed that they knew as much about it as any of the more experienced. The following is a list of the events and the places Plymouth High School won in each: Running broad jump—first. High jump—first and third. Pole vaulting—first. Shot put— Discus—first. Relay—third. 100-yard dash—first and third. 220-yard dash—second. 440-yard dash—first. One-half mile—second. One mile— 220-yard hurdle—first. High hurdle—first. 67 j toraa THE KING OF KHORDIA By A. LINNELLE SCHROCK. '12 A HALO of pale light hung low about the distant palace within the city. The long, slender figure outside the city walls smiled grimly and pulled his cape close about him as he noted it. The enemy was evidently making merry in their tents on this last night before the battle. Lavarre’s own men, the mountain- eers, were fast asleep these many hours, save only the officers who were at the Inn. A smile of satisfaction flitted across Lavarre’s face and was instantly gone, as he gazed about him at the stalwart figures sprawled around the dying embers of the camp-fire. Here and there among them the sentinel kept his lonely vigil. They would stand by him on the morrow. Had he not led them against the Queen’s troops—they of the plains—on three previous fields, and had they not been victorious? The Royal army was fairly driven behind its own walls, driven to cover like a hunted animal, and to-morrow he and his mountaineers would take the city—would take Crome and crush the power that had oppressed them so long. After that there would be no Queen, and all Khordians would be free. For a time the chief stood alone, with his own meditations to keep him com- pany. Finally he turned toward the Inn, his thin blade clanking softly with every step he took. At the door he paused with his hand on the latch. Trahnicr, his first lieutenant, was crying a toast: “To a free Khordia with to-morrow’s sunset.” The chief heard the glasses clink, and then Trahnier’s voice came to him in the night once more. “You refuse the toast? Drink! Drink! I say. Drink! or show me your steel.” I here was a momentary pause, and then the chief heard the wild rasp of steel on steel and knew that the affair had come to a pass at arms. He hurriedly swung open the door and cleared the threshold at a bound. A single tallow pan hung over the mantle, and its sputtering wick illuminated the scene into a picture of contrasting flare and shadow. In the center of the room was Frahnier dancing madly about a black draped figure of much smaller stature than he, and his darting blade threatened every second to penetrate the other’s weak defense. I'he chief drew his blade, and kicking and beating his way through the crowd, made for the two in the center of the low-ceilinged little room, but was too late. Trahnier’s opponent was no swordsman, as was evidenced by his sorry attempts at parrying and thrusting, and in an unguarded moment the lieutenant’s steel flashed past the other’s blade and struck home. The figure in black sank limply to the floor, while his sword rang on the tiles of the fire-place. 1'rahnier stood over him, his face flushed with wine and growing white and red by turns. A hand was on his shoulder and swung him slowly about, the fingers sinking deeper and deeper into his flesh. Thus sobered by the pain, the lieutenant realized that he was looking squarely into the face of his chief. Then he saw the old light—that light he had seen so often when the cannon roared about them in the thickest of the fray—the old fighting light, representing the mighty spirit, the indomitable will, the supreme power of the man who had dedicated his being and soul to the task of freeing Khor- 68 ilia from tyranny and despotism. Trahnier saw it there and tried to meet it, but his eyes fell, and he toyed nervously at his hilt, now thoroughly sobered. The chief spoke. “Trahnier,” he said, dropping his tones evenly, and with a terrible precision, “to-morrovy we fight a last blow for the freedom of our country. We win or we lose—God grant the former—and we must be brave men. I have always found you so until to-night. To-night, Trahnier, you are a coward, for you have spitted a mere boy, almost defenseless in the immaturity of his swordsmanship. Death would be no punishment to you, for I have seen you court it many times. Hut you have always valued your honor above all else—till now. To-morrow we fight men—not boys. Tomorrow you will light in the line and not at the head of it. Surrender your sword!” Trahnier gazed steadfastly at his chief for many moments, and his face paled a shade. Reduced to the line? Full realization swept through his wine-soaked brain in a whirl, and the hot red blood crept up on his cheek, while his veins swelled an- grily and stood out on his hands, which were now tightly clenched. He reached for his hilt, his lingers closed about it and slid the gleaming steel from the scabbard. The chief did not move, did not even reach for his sword. Trahnier saw, and thought of his rash resolution. The lire died in his eyes and he allowed his blade to slip gently into its cover once more. He resignedly unbuckled his belt and handed it with his sword to his chief. The chief tore away Trahnier’s epaulets, and the humiliation was complete. The lieutenant swept the crowd with a glance, set his thin white lips firmly, threw back his shoulders, saluted his comrades and then passed mechanically away into the night. A close observer might have seen a great mas- tering emotion in his eyes; it was hate for the man who had humbled him. When Trahnier was gone the chief knelt quickly by the fallen boy and tenderly raised his hand to his own great shoulder. The stranger was masked and wore the garb of a student. The limbs of the senseless form were very small; a new light replaced the fire of the old chief's eye as the boy lay calm and passive in his strong arms—the light of pity, so seldom seen there. Gently he tore away the black mask and disclosed a face, pale but beautiful, and as he removed the cap a tangle of tresses fell about the head and shoulders. The chief’s lips parted in amazement. “Merci- ful God!” he cried, It's a woman!” The castle stood high up among the middle plateaus of the Khordians—a great, turreted mass of stone that hung dangerously near the edge of a gaping precipice. The grounds that ran away from it at the back were now grown over with running vines of wild roses, but the paths were clear. The murmur of a decaying fountain told of days of splendor and grandeur that had departed. A slender, sun-kissed spring fell from the steep ascent behind the castle, and played in winding riplets among the roses, finally gliding away over the brink of the precipice into space. There was but one approach to the place, a narrow road that circled and wound its hazardous way up from the expanse of plateau below. Such was the stronghold of Lavarre, the chief, and to it he had retreated after the defeat of his men, the mountaineers, at Crome. The Queen’s troops had held the city with an altogether unexpected tenacity, had even reduced the mountaineers to half their original number, and on the evening of the third day the chief had given up the hopeless struggle and led the remnant of his army back into the Khordian, whence they had come. They knew nothing of mountain warfare, and besides, they were not the aggressors in this struggle of the highland faction for freedom; they need only protect the imperial power of Crome, and so long as they kept this upstart Lavarre safe in his castle the Queen was secure on her throne with the sceptre still firm in her hand. So there, far below, lay the Royal army, resting and fattening on rations purchased with the very money that was so unjustly and excessively extracted from the mountaineers before their uprising. 69 Lavarre, though apparently quiet in his stronghold, was planning another cam- paign. Night after night a solitary tallow pan sputtered and flickered in a room of his ancient castle, and a solitary figure, long, slender and haggard, reveled in piles of papers, strewn out in straggling fashion across a massive old table. The young girl whom Trahnier had spitted at Cromc was long since healed of her wound. Clarissc—she would give no other name—and the chief were often to- gether in his leisure hours. They took long rides over the mountains he knew so well; they drank together at the clear spring at the foot of the water-fall; they wan- dered arm in arm among the roses of the decayed old garden, and the chief found himself telling her all his plans. It occurred to Lavarre to ask his bride one day why she had upon a former occa- sion come to the Inn outside of Crome disguised as a student. “It is best that you do not know,” she answered; “please do not ask it.” And there the matter ended, for he respected her every wish. Lavarre had in the meantime restored Trahnier to the rank of first lieutenant, but this man still harbored inwardly the old hate for his chief. Finally the day came when the mountaineers would again attack the royal forces. From early morning until evening Lavarrc’s warriors assembled until the whole plateau was flooded with them. At evening the chief summoned his leading men to council. Trahnier was present at Lavarre’s right. The meeting opened without parley. The chief spoke: “Men of the mountains,” he began, “for yeats you have suffered under the tyranny of a Queen, whom you have never seen and who does neither understand nor sympathize with mountaineers because she does not know the conditions under which you live. For my part I had rather be a plain mountaineer than King of Khordia.” (Here Trahnier turned and scuutinizcd him closely.) “She sits in lux- ury at Crome upon a throne that your hands and my hands have labored to support, while our own loved ones here in the highlands, our wives and children, want for food and clothing. Tonight I have called you here to destroy these unjust condi- tions. Tonight we strike a second and last blow for freedom! Below us, on the great plain, are the Queen’s troops. Tonight we attack them. T he issue is royalty against freedom, and with all my mountain soul and body will I lead you to the latter. Let us to the work. There was a move; then all was quiet again. Trahnier was on his feet; he would speak. This man was strangely quiet; it was the quiet that comes before the storm. The chief watched him ciosely, but Trahnier did not look at Lavarre. Men,” he said, “we are here for a purpose, but before we can accomplish our end we must weed from our midst as vile a traitor as ever sat among men!” There was a stir. The chief half rose from his seat. The lieutenant was un- moved, and continued: “I have taken that task upon myself. The Queen of Khordia has married, and her husband wears the royal locket about his neck and sits among you!” “ I he royal insignia! Where? Where?” came the cry. “Show us where!” Trahnier turned swiftly and tore the tiny chain and locket which had belonged to Clarisse from the chief’s neck. “Here! On the breast of your chief!” he cried. In an instant all was confusion and many blades were unsheathed. The chief was hemmed in. He did not draw, but stood quietly, a long, slender figure in the midst of a wild assembly. There was just a shade of pain on the dark, set face, but no fear shone there; the deep, black eyes betrayed no emotion; a bitter smile played about the mouth. Another man might have been staggered by the blow. Trahnier held the telltale locket aloft with its royal shield of diamonds glittering brilliantly— the one Clarisse had given him at their wedding and petitioned him to wear. Fool! Why had he not examined it closely? The blades gleamed about him. There was murder in the fierce eyes of the maddened mountaineers, and the lieutenant smiled his triumph at him. In another minute he would have been killed. But an inter- ruption occurred. A woman was among them. Clarisse flung her arms about the neck of her husband and gazed into his calm, impassive eyes; hers were wild with terror. Were they going to kill him? She cried some unintelligible words in his ear, but he neither moved nor spoke. Then she swept the circle of armed men with an authoritative glance, and clung closer to the tall, slender figure they threatened. She was pale and beautiful and almost childlike. The mountaineers were held spellbound. The chief stood motionless for a long time. Then he slowly raised an arm and held her at its length, his dark eyes looking through to her very soul, it seemed, hungry and searching. “Tell me. Are you—are you the Queen of Khordia? The truth!” The words were a command. He had never been harsh with her before, but now his fingers, forgetful in the heat of the consuming emotion that ruled him, clutched her shoulders cruelly and she pulled away from them and drew herself up proudly. “Yes! I am the Queen of Khordia!” In an instant he had flung her from him. “Away! Out of my sight!—you—you— My God! Hast thou forgotten me? 1 believed in her!” He sank slowly beside a table and buried his head in his arms. At last the great spirit was broken. But no! He was up again. There was Trahnier yet! After that he could die. For an instant the two gazed deep into each other’s eyes, then consuming ha- tred burst forth, and in instant two dancing, whirling shadows circled round and round, a wheel of madly playing steel which threw reflections of the tallow flames in all directions. The chief saw only the bleared, maddened countenance before him, felt only the strong, quick wrist of his adversary; and his adversary felt a quicker! Twice the chief rushed Trahnier to the very wall, then retreated before the fury of the other’s return. The lieutenant caught the lace at the chief’s throat and lay a small gash open, which dropped blood to his hilt at times and maddened him. The mountaineers who watched were grimly silent. The Queen had fainted and lay pale and unnoticed on the rough tiles of the floor, while the spattering tallow lamps threw a dancing succession of light and shadow on the scene of the swords-play. After a series of determined, offensive plays, after fencing lightly for a time, the two settled into that feature of swords-play which every true swordsman knows and loves so well—the finish. Trahnier came in madly, but the chief set his feet firmly and refused to give ground. Lavarre became white with anger, as his screaming steel fell into space at every thrust, and rushed and circled at fearful speed, returning his blade to the defensive so quickly after each attack that the other could not reach him. With his mouth set more firmly, the chief’s eye flashed fiercely, and he fol- lowed his whirling steel into the gleaming circle, and so fast was his play that Trah- nier gave a pace before it. Then the chief began to circle about him. He saw only a spinning revolution of dark faces. The lights suddenly seemed one; his whole soul was in his blade! Now he would kill this man who had made him traitor in the eyes of those he loved best, and traitor to that cause to which he had given his life. Trahncr understood and the chief smiled grimly as he saw the look of fear grow in the lieutenant’s eyes. Trahnier could no longer withstand the fury of his play: he realized it, yet fought doggedly on. The end was near. Suddenly a thin flash of steel shot past the lieutenant’s guard. He threw his 71 hand above his head, clutched the empty air, and dropped to the tiles of the lloor. His sword rang behind him. Trahnicr was dead. No one moved; no one spoke. At length the chief broke the silence and his voice was calm and natural. The light of a new inspiration lit his eye. “Men—my men of the mountains,” he said: “Go back to your homes and live in peace. I who have spent my life 'til now in fighting royalty and its tyranny, find myself suddenly come into kingship. As you know, this is my wife”—he knelt and tenderly lifted the fainting form—“the Queen of Khordia; so I am King. To- gether we will go down into the plains and rule at Crome. Thinking we would take Crome when we last attempted it, this queen attempted to escape in a student's disguise, but was wounded by one of my men—Trahnier, here—but we nursed her back to life; and as you all know she called herself Clarisse, how could I know who she was? Hut now she and I will minister to you from the throne at Crome. There I can do more for you in a year, as king, than I could have done in a lifetime here as your chief. My wford shall be law, but not tyranny; you shall benefit. Hack to your homes and disarm, at the order of your king!” And those great, rough chieftains went out to their men on the plateau without a word, and the assembly incited away into the intricate passes of the upper Khor- dians. Those who had come to crush royalty returned, praising their king. AN EGYPTIAN ROMANCE By HELEN JOHNSON FATHER does not approve of our marriage and positively forbids us to see each other, Richardius,” said an Egyptian maiden to her heart-broken lover, Richar- dius Farnlius. “Then, my beloved Cleopatra, we shall surely elope, for I can never live without you,” he answered gallantly. “And it shall be tomorrow night if you can be ready by that time.” They were unaware that the Pharaoh, Cleopatra’s father, had sent one of his slaves to watch the pair, and this faithful servant had heard all and had promptly carried the information to his master. Richardius Farnlius was a wild, adventuresome lad, and on account of his wild spirit had been disowned by his parents, who were of an aristocratic family in Italy. Fhe next day Richardius went to their usual meeting place, near a wood, where he was met by a slave, bearing the news that Cleopatra was dead. She had died suddenly during the night and nobody knew of her death until dawn. Richardius was not allowed to enter the home of his loved one.. Richardius Farnlius returned home in a short time, his whole life changed. His parents had died during his absence and he was now the sole heir to their vast estates. In later years he married a beautiful Italian girl, although he never forgot his Egyptian Princess sleeping so far awav on the banks of the dreamy Nile. ‘ Three thousand years had passed. Another Richard Farnlcy (the name had undergone many changes), a boy of twenty years, exploring in the attic of their family mansion, found a queer-looking box, evidently of ancient construction. No- body had been able to open this old relic of the past, but Richard, more curious than his ancestors, was determined to find out the contents. After many unsuccessful attempts to find the secret lock, he grew angry and threw the box on the Hoor. Ky the fall the secret spring was touched and the box fell open. One may know his disappointment when he saw that it contained nothing but a roll of blank papyrus. After studying awhile about it he remembered that heat would bring out the ink on certain kinds of papyri, so he held it over the fire and immediately the ink was vis- ible. It was a chart of the Nile river in Egypt. The location of a certain family tomb was marked with some queer hycroglyphics. This looked to Richard very mysterious, so he decided that his ancestor had left this box for some one to go there and get something, whatever it was. Richard thought that it might be a fortune. In a month he left home with the mysterious box. He explored tomb after tomb, as the chart did not indicate exactly which one. He saw many mummy caSfes, but one, which was sealed with an ancient Pharaoh’s seal, struck his fancy and he wanted to purchase it. In due time the bargain was settled and after a few months, disappointed in the outcome of his journey, he re- turned home with his numerous curios, downhearted. He was entertained there, by a great ball given in his honor by his adoring mother. Great numbers were present, as he was a very popular young man, on account of his daring spirit. A few weeks later he had a college friend, John Mitchell, visiting for the week- end and they were examining Richard's curios. “Say, Jack, what do you think of my mummy? I think a great deal of it, as it took most of my month’s allowance to get it,” Richard asked of his friend, who immediately came over to where he was and looked it over. “Let's open it, Dick; what do you say?” urged John. “Maybe there isn’t any- thing in it, anyway,” he added, because he saw Richard about to protest. Hut soon Richard’s curiosity got the better of him, as they opened it, and to their utter astonishment they saw a beautiful girl lying in the case just as if she were asleep. Her lips were sealed with the same kind of seal that sealed the case. Richard immediately broke that and both stopped, stupefied, for there was real blood on her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at Richard, just as a wounded child would look at its parents. Both boys were struck dumb with fear, although they did not know what they were afraid of. She did not seem at all surprised to see them and was oblivious of all except Richard, whom she addressed in a way that mystified him more than ever. Richardius, why are you looking at me like that? Really, dear, I couldn't help it that I did not meet you yesterday at the wood. I felt so badly father would not allow me to go. You will forgive me, won’t you, and we will go away tonight? Do you know that I dreamed last night that something happened so I couldn’t go? Wc will go anvway.” 'Phisshort talk had exhausted her, although she knew' not why. Richard Farnley could not tell how long he stood, but at last he was seized by a sudden inspiration as he remembered his mother having told him that an ancient ancestor, very adventuresome, had journeyed to Egypt and fallen in love with the Pharaoh’s daughter, but for some reason they were not married. T his is all he could remember, so he decided that this girl must be the same girl his ancestor had loved so devotedly. Cleopatra lived only a few days but during that time she was ardently admired by all who saw her. Everybody wondered, yet nobody could explain this Egyptian mystery. Since those who saw her couldn’t reach a satisfactory solution, how could I, who have never beheld her?” THE TWO ROMANCES (Comedy of Three Acts) BERTIS TOMLINSON, '15 Dramatis Personae Mrs. Carter, hostess. Evelyne Carter, daughter of Mrs. Carter. Virginia Newman, out-of-town girl. Ronald Mendon Harry Denton Josephine Walters quests. Herman Sanders Cecelia Howe Arthur B. Wright ACT I. Scene—:House party at the cottage of Evelyne Carter. Porch of a cottage at small lake. Enter Mrs. Carter, Evelyne, Ronald Mendon, Virginia New- man. Harry Denton, Josephine Walters, Herman Sanders, Cecelia Howe, and Arthur B. Wright. Virginia with suit case in hand. Josephine—“Of all long, dusty rides, this certainly is the longest and dustiest. I feel sure that there is truth in the saying, ‘Dust thou art, to dust returneth’.” Arthur—“ ’Tis certain 1 am just in the turning stage, because— Tosephine—''Well, it you would stop talking about dust, and allow me to sug- gest a swim before supper—we call it supper out here in the wilderness—. Mrs. Carter— If you girls dress now, you will have time to join the hoys on the porch and watch the sunset, which promises to be as beautiful as that of last night. Cecelia— Oh, it was perfectly grand last evening. I never saw anything more beautiful in all my life. Evelyne— I couldn’t sec that it was out of the ordinary. Josephine- -“You could have seen it better if you had been able to take your eyes from Ronald's beautiful countenance: honestly, Virginia, it must he terrible to be so deeply in love. Herman—“Josephine, go dress; you know you promised to go in the boat with me to watch the sunset.” Ronald—“Oh, T say! Leave me the canoe. I’m going myself. Evelyne (hastily)—“But. Ronald, you know 1 won’t go out in that canoe. Ronald (aside)—“Oh, so she’s going. Oh, that’s right ; well, leave us (em- phatically) the green boat, then. Evelyne—“What do you say to going across the lake tomorrow on a picnic? 74 All— lrine; yes, do. Cecelia—“And can we come home by moonlight? Ronald—“Shall we take our suppers? Cecelia—“And the hammocks? Mrs. Carter—“Well, you young folks simply must leave now, if you are going to dress before supper. ( Exit all. except Evelyne and Ronald.) Evelyne— Ronald, will you do me a favor ? Ronald— Anything for you. (Aside: Since I can’t avoid you.”) Evelyne— Well, you know. Virginia coming and this picnic tomorrow all means we simply must couple off. Wont you help me plan? Mow will this ar- rangement work? Virginia and Arthur I . Wright, Cecelia Mowe and Harry Den- ton. Herman Sanders and Josephine. Of course, you might play assistant to the hostess. There's mother calling me now. (Cries at top of her voice, ‘All right; in a minute.’) Well, Ronald, what do you think? Ronald—“It sounds promising to me all right: now. you hurry to those yell- ing girls and I’ll join the boys at the boat-house. (Curtain.) Sckne 2—Picnic grounds. irginia—“Oh, can’t we eat our supper here? Cecelia—“W hat a perfectly lovely place, and so close to that grand spring of crystal water! Evelyne—“Oh, yes; it is a lovely place. Ronald, will you help the boys un- pack the baskets, and Harry, you help Cecelia hang her beloved hammock. Harry (singing to Virginia)— “Fresh lemonade. Made in the shade. Stirred by an old maid With a rusty spade. Harry—“Excuse me, Evelyne: I’m busy.” Cecelia- “Arthur, should we hang the hammock here? Arthur—“No. don’t you think this is a far better place? 1 larry—“Come on, Virginia : let’s go for that boat ride. Virginia—“Re ready in a minute. Arthur—“Ihit, Virginia, you promised—” Harry and Virginia (together)—“ Well, good-bye: call us when supper is ready. Arthur—“Well, I like that1 Cecelia— Art, don’t you think—? Arthur— That it's time to take a walk? Come on; good-bye to you. one and all. Josephine— Well, of all things, to leave us like that—!’’ Herman— Oh, it’s all right: they—.” Josephine—“But you can’t help me with this supper, and Evelyne and Ronald are yonder under yon rustic oak.” 75 Herman— But, Josephine. I’m a perfect lady .when it comes to setting a pic- nic lunch. Hurry up! 1 know. We'll get everything in readiness ere the strollers return, and have a private chat ourselves beside the babbling brook.” (Curtain.) ACT II. Scene 1 — (An upstairs room. The girls have retired for the night.) Evelvne—“Well, girls, you haven’t forgotten your promise to tell your picnic experiences. You start it, Josephine.” Josephine—“Well, you all know what a delightful time I always have with Herman; lie’s actually the worst thing-—.” Virginia—“Why. what’s the matter with him?” Cecelia—“Why. wouldn’t he even hold your hand?” Josephine—“Tie’s an old stick; he wouldn’t do anything but watch the bab- bling brook, as lie called it.” Virginia—“Well. Evelvne, did Ronald take his medicine Iike he should?” Evelvne—“Why. what do you mean? We had a fine time, although Ronald, since he was acting the part of host, felt he must care for everybody else before me. until in the coming home—well, you girls all know how moonlight on the water affects a pair of—.” Josephine—“Oh. yes: we all know. I hope it was nothing serious.” Virginia—“They can’t, any of them, come up to Harry. But T was scared, because I’m afraid of water, and Harry simply wouldn’t stay in his end of the canoe, and—.” Josephine—“Oh. I didn’t think that of Harry. Well. Cecelia. I hope you had a good time, although it isn’t usually Art with whom you have your good times.” Cecelia—“Oh! it was simply grand, and he was so afraid 1 might fall in - the water-lily patch.” Evelyne—“Ronald wouldn’t go to the water-lily patch. He said it was too dark to try to row ; and, besides, it was getting late, and mother was at home alone.” Josephine—“Are you girls going to talk all night about those crazy fellows? Cecelia—“No, it’s morning now; it just struck two.” Evelyne—“Girls, we simply must go to sleep; we can never get up in time to get the boys their breakfast when they come in from fishing.” Cecelia—“I wonder if Arthur is dreaming of me?” Evelyne—“Well, that last remark will do to say ‘good night' on. May each and every one sleep well.” ACT ITT. Scene 1. (Lake scene, all couples in boats. Evelyne and Ronald viewing the scen- ery from the raft in the middle of the lake.) Ronald—“For goodness’ sake, there goes the boat.” Evelyne—“I can catch it.” (looses her balance and falls in water.) Evelyne (coming to the top)—“Help!” 76 Ronald dives in after her and finally succeeds in placing Evelyne on raft. Ronald—“Evelyne! Evelyne! Speak to me! Are you dead? Evelyne! Evelyne, dear! You must speak to me! Do you hear? (Frantically kissing her.) Evelyne, I love you; you must hear me. Fell me you love me. To think that 1 didn’t know it before, and now it may be too late. It can’t be! Evelyne, speak to me! Tell me you hear me!” Evelyne—“Yes, 1 hear you. What is it? Ronald- “Oh ! Evelyne, tell me you do love me. Do you love me?” Evelyne—“ Yes, but— Ronald places his ring on her linger. Evelyne—“But, Ronald, dear; the boat. How can we get home to tell mamma?” Ronald—“Never mind now; your call for help has brought Josephine and Herman to our rescue. Josephine—“Why, Evelyne! What is it? How did it happen? 'fell me all about it. Did Ronald push you off just to prove himself a hero? Ronald—“Don’t ask questions now; please take us to the cottage; then, when Evelyne has on dry clothing, we will tell you all. Scene 2.—(Porch of cottage at dusk.) Mrs. Carter “Evelyne, where have you been? I’ve been nearly worried to death. What has happened to you? You are all wet. Hurry and put on dry clothing, for 1 have a letter for you, dear.” Evelyne—“Oh! mother, I’m not cold; let me see the letter now; please do. mother. Pear Evelyne: Von will In' surprised to hear that I am married. I married Parry Denton this evening while you were on the lake. IVe expert to go home nt once. . Ish your mother to please forgive me. lie are very happy, and Harry and I wish to thank you for having your house party. Virginia Newman Denton. Evelyne—“Well, for goodness' sake; who—.” Josephine—“Well, she did seem to have a little decency when she first came; hut, of all things, why, she hardly knew him. Arthur—“lie seems to be luckier than the rest of us.” Cecelia—“Oh! it is so romantic. How I wish I could have a romance like Virginia.” Ronald—“How long do you suppose they have been goner” Mrs. Carter— I was only on the lake from two to three, and when I went to my room to dress for supper, I found the note on my dressing table. I hey must have gone while I was on the lake. Ronald—' Perhaps we will hear from them again. They—.” losephine—“Well, I, for one, don’t care to hear from them again.” Ronald (aside to Kvelyne)—“You had better go dress, dear, or you will catch cold.” Mrs. Carter -“Why, Evelyne. I had nearl yforgotten you; you simply must go dress. You will he sick, and you, too, Ronald. Kvelyne— Rut, mamma; Ronald and I have a secret, too. Let us tell that, as we promised Josephine and Herman when they rescued 11s from the raft. Mrs. Carter—“No, Kvelyne, dear; mother demands of you that you obey. Cecelia—‘Tve discovered their secret; why can’t 1 ever have a romance like Virginia or Kvelyne, for behold! she wears a diamond ring, and she’s been on the lake with Ronald, and their s must he a romance? All (in concert)— Let's hear it. Kvelyne—“Hut here come Virginia and Harry. Oh, joy! oh, happiness! Josephine— I wonder if they think we want them here. I don’t. I’m sure. Harry—“1 want to introduce to you my bride, and to make sure of our for- giveness, for we bring a letter from Mr. and Mrs. Newman. Josephine— Well, Harry, read it. please. If I forgive you I must know why Virginia's parents were willing.” I larry reads; Dear Daughter Virginia: Mother amt I are happy, indeed, to know of your choice. 11'e heart- ily congratulate you. 11'e love Harry Denton, as he is the son of our old friend. and we have long wanted to bring you together. Cod s blessing on our children. Return to Mrs. Carter, and as we arc old friends, you will be readily forgiven by all there. Your loving parents. Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Xewman. Mrs. Carter— Then all are happy, Josephine. Yes, indeed; let us all give three cheers for the romancers of the Carter house party before we depart. All (emphatically)— Rah! Rah! Rah! for Harry and Virginia Xewman Denton. Rah! Rah! Rah! for Kvelvn Carter and Ronald Mendon. (Curtain.) [Editor’s Notis.—Perhaps those jokes aren’t all new. If it hurts you to laugh at them, at least respect I Item for their age.] “Shine your shoes, sir?” “No,” snapped Mr. McDowell. Bootblack—“Shine ’em so as you can see your face in ’em.” “No, I tell you.” “Coward,” hissed the bootblack. “Young Cassius hath a lean and him gry look: he thinks too much.”—Hui Hoiiijhlon. TO TIIK AU'MNI. Come home for commencement. And spend a few days here: Lit all your dear old school-mates. And see I . II. S., whose memory is so dear. Meet the boys you used to know. Shake your old girl’s band; (lather round with the folks you left In the best town in the land. “I call them the cutlery family.” “Well, why so?” “The daughter spoons, the father forks out the money, and the motiter knifes the other guests.” A FEW FAVORITE SONUS. “Doc” Eley—“BILL”—y. “I lank” 1 lumrichouser—The Saucy Little Bird on “NELL”—ies Hat. (leorge Jordan—Innocent “BESSIE Brown. Keith Richter—Oh! You “BLONDY.” Martha Bowel!— Dill “PICKLES.” Barton Khinehart “Be a Bachelor 79 W hile N on C an.” Helen nnstrung “( K) NI II IT and DAY. Katherine Stevens—“I Can’t Be True So Ear Away.” Bess Lemert—Iodine was first discov- ered in the ashes of certain sea plants, and was so named because of its beauti- ful violet-colored odor. freshman to Ford Cressner (who is wearing Senior colors)—“Are those your colors?” Ford1—“No, little one. those are a conglomeration of Chili concarni, Mexi can Insurrection, and Canadian Reciproc- ity.” “Why are you limping?” Oh. I sat down on the spur of the moment.” “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” said the hoarder as he passed the half cooked steak hack to (lie waiter. Stern men with empires in their brains SEN It )RS. “Say. Pa. who’s Pegasus?” “I le’s the only horse that can tow home an airship, my son.” “Pa. do cows have souls? “()f course, not.” “Then, what part does the sole leather come from? Willie—“Did baby come from heav- en ?‘ Xurse—“Yes, dear.” Willie—‘‘Fool kid! He didn’t know when he was well off.” Mother—“Wilbur, dear, you must not eat your jelly with your spoon.” Wilbur—“I have to, mother.” Mother— No, dear, yo udon't have to. I'm your jelly on your bread. Wilbur—“I did put it on my bread, mother, but it wouldn’t stay there; it’s too nervous. Visitor—“Son. where is your father? l� oy—“That depends very much on who you are and what you want with my pa. Visitor—“Well, I am your father’s preacher, and want to meet him.” Hoy—“AH right ; he is in the field with the hogs; here, you take that path, and go until you get to that green pine, then call the hogs. I tell you how you will know pa: he has a hat on.” We are all aware of the fact that there are several different species of the cat family, but when Florence Copp tried to tell us of a supposed “apothecat in Ger- man. we were all stumped. Anyone de- sirous of knowing the word or species, ask Florence and she will tell you “apoth- ecary. A child in the grades ran up to Miss Darker, who was standing in the hall, and .said: “Miss Darker, we have four kit- tens at home, and three of them are twins. Mr. Harris—“What part of the corn is the embryo?” Xo answer. Mr. I larris—“The cob or the husk? Theodora Artz was accused, the other day. of winking at some innocent boy. ( h! IK )RR )R. Miss Grant says that in 1605 the in tention was to blow up Darliauiem in England. and then there would be a great resurrection (insurrection) of the yeo- manry. Miss (I.—“Ford, give Magellan’s route around the world. ’ Ford-— He sailed west from Europe and went through Alaska to the East In- dies ’ The Senior girls’ motto: Pout smile it might he misunderstood. Miss Grant is surely well posted on Uiblical history, for she tells the class tHat the whale swallowed Noah. Gerald O— must be in love since hr goes to the photographer's studio and sees a certain senior maiden’s portrait and kindly accepts the invitation to take it. Mr. Harris (in Chemistry class, when sulphur was under discussion)—“Per- haps we will make some matches down here some day. ( 1C H. saw the joke first. Why?) W-1I-Y ? hen she returned she was smiling and continued to smile. VV-H-Y? Had she had a Merry Xmas? Oh, yes! A Happy Xew Year? To be sure! But why did she keep her left hand conceal- ed? Ah! A light appears on the hori- zon, or is it a sparkle? She will answer no questions, leaving us to form our own conclusions. A little lx v from the city was walking along a country road with his father, and. seeing a cow with horns, said : “Da, what is that things over there with horns?” “Just a cow, was the reply. In a few minutes the cow mooed, and the child said: Da. which horn did she blow? Aliss Grant (in Civics class)— It is very interesting to live in a prohibtion 4tate. I clid for several months. ’ Someone aside—“1 wonder why she didn’t stay? Couldn’t she stand it? (Jerald Overmyer expects to get his marriage license at the County Auditor office. So he told us in Civics. A small boy was lying in front of a fireplace petting a cat. when, to his sur- prise. the cat began to purr. Mamma, mamma. said the child, kitty has begun to boil; what shall 1 do? IN FRESHM AN LATIN CLASS. Teacher— What is the superlative of Hood in I .atin ? bright Student— ()ptimus. Teacher— Well, Knight, what word in English is derived from optimus? Knight—“()ptimistic. Teacher— What is an optimist? Carol II. (in a whisper)—“An eye- sight specialist. Schrock (answering the telephone) — Yes, this is the public school. Mr. McD.— 1 thought you were onl a member of it. THEIR FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS. Mr. Dutter— I sec. Miss Daniels— There is always room for improvement. Miss Grant— Now. Dale, this is your last chance. Mr. McDowell - I sincerely hope and trust. Miss Wiseman— I'll show them Sen- iors!” Mr. Harris— Fairly accurate, etc. Miss Sullivan - (Jet the connection? COPIED FROM AU MNAK QUERIES. Where can a man buy a cap for his knee? Dr a key for a lock of his hair? ( an his eves he called Academy «T Because there are pupils there? hi the crown of his head what gems are set ? Who travels the bridge of his nose? Can he use, when shingling the roof of his mouth. The nails on the ends of his toes? W hat does he raise from the slip of his tongue? Who plays on the drums of his ears? And who can tell the cut and style of the coat his stomach wears? Can the crook of his elbow be sent to jail ? nd. if so. what did it do? Mow does he sharpen his shoulder blades? I II lu hanged if I know- DO YOU? Found in a composition on Longfellow written bv a fifteen-year-old girl: I len- i v W. Longfellow was burn in Portland. Me., while his parents were traveling in Europe. lie had many fast friends, among whom the fastest were Phoebe and Alice Carey. They sav the Freshmen are green. But. really, three were quite keen. When they saw the Principal blinking At a Teacher not properly thinking. Sk.ns To Be Seen In the Streets (1920). Dancing taught here. Assemblies from 9:00 to 12:00 Wednesdays. A. Linnelle Schrock. Mead Instructor and Special Teacher of Intricate Steps. Wanted—Seven small children, free, to be adopted. Good living promised Address Mrs. C. Goodrich (formerly F.rma Cressner) R. F. D., Plymouth, lnd. Muriel Bos worth is our fair suffragette. A suffragette hold i she: She makes long speeches And arguments brave. But she cannot vote yet. you see. When she finishes II. S. and college, per- haps. She wants to write books and do things like that: but wait a few years more and see What her great career will be— Probably trimming hats. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”—Hoys’ basement. Note—(By hell we mean the Assem- bly Room.) “I counted two and seventy stenches. All well defined and several stinks.” ( hem. Lab. 'Tho’ lost t«) sight, To memory dear, Ihou ever wilt remain”—Mr. R. A. Randall. “As strong as ten armies; as corrupt as seven devils.”—Eley and the rest of the Basket Ball Team. “I ne’er could any lustre see in eyes that would not look at me.” 'Pack I lough ton. “Better late than never.”—(i. Mow. ATIILKTIC NOTE. (ireat lack of interest in base call was manifested this spring. Why, 1. Knight Houghton even refused to coach the team, and Prof. McDowell was afraid he would have to do this himself! But, finally. Horner came out, and since then he has coached, umpired, kept score, and served both as Captain and Manager him- self. (I. (). (translating Vergil)—“Three times I strove to cast my arms about her ami—that’s as far as I got. Miss Dan- iels.” Miss 1).—“Well, (Jerald, I think that was quite far enough.” IkoM sen rock's physical noth rook. Spark Coil—A strong, right arm and pretty waist line. Spark (Jap-—Two pairs of lips (posi- tive. masculine; negative, feminine.) Current—What kisses in public be- come. E. M. F.—“Every man’s fool”—pub- lic opinion of a too ardent lover. C. (J. S. System—“Corner (Jirl Secure- ly System.” Density Natural disease of lovers, easily overcome by a few hints. Velocity Papa’s opinion of tile pro- posal. Resultant—A wedding or a sting. Pressure—See “Spark Coil.” Solution- Take her candy and flow- ers. Crystal—Very esesntial; worth $250. Electricity—A nuisance: can’t be turn- ed low like gas. Latin Teacher—“Dip you think you know more about this Latin than Caesar did ?” E. S. Cressner—“Well. I ought to: I’ve taken it four times. Dr Romano Antioch. t )h, the Roman was a rogue. He erat, yes you bettum ; i le ran bis automobilis And smoked his cigarettum; I le wore a diamond studibus, And elegant cravatum, “maxima cum laude” shirt. And such a stylish hattum. lie loved bis luscious hie liacc-hoc, And bet on games and equi, At times be won—at others, tho I le got it in the nequi. He winked (quosque tandem?) At puellas on the Forum, And sometimes even made Those goo-goo oculorum! lie frequently stepped high. To the music of the band; nd ate so much, the girls From their lunch room all boy scanned. I le often went on sprees. And said, in starting homus, ‘I lie labor, opus est, h, where’s my hie—hie— domus?' ltho’ lie lived in Rome, ()f all the art the middle He was (excuse the phrase) horrid individ'l. h ! what a different thing Was the homo (dative, homini) ( f far-away B. C. From us of Anno Domini! —Latino. L'Amour et la Cigarette.”—H. L. lliunrichouser. PICKING Til KM OCT. In the wee sma hours a party of men left their club, where they had trunk unwisely. They proceeded until they came to a certain house, where they .topped, one of them advancing and knocking at the door. A woman put her (gad out of an upper window. What do you want ?” she demanded. Ish thish the resilience of Mish’r flimith? inquired the man. •‘Yes: what do you want? Dear Misshus Shmith! Hood Missluis Shinith! Will you hie—come down and pick out Mr. Shmith? The resh of us want to go home!” The Senior sat on the moon-lit porch, His head was in a whirl; pis eyes and mouth were full of hair, And his arms were full of girl. Within that awful volume lies the mystery of mysteries. —'Frig. The Return. When Johnnie went away to school. He rigidly conformed to rule. I lirst he joined a college frat. ml lost an arm and leg in that. 'ml then he made the Delta Dili's, Who gouged out one of Johnnie’s eyes. A rush that launched the college year. Deprived him of a useful ear. He was so good, so glad to please, That Johnnie made the team with ease. 1 le left a hand at Cleveland. ().. A knee-cap at St. Louis, Mo. His sternum cracked at Baltimore— Interred his nose at Portland, ()re. At every contest, win or yield, I Ie left a portion on the field. Thus gradually he was bereft. Till little of the boy was left. We got his baggage home by rail The rest of Johnnie came by mail. The Ti n Commandments of the P. H. S. 1. Thou shall not flunk. 1. Thou shall not cut a period or a day. but make the best of thy opportuni- ties. 3. Thou shall not wear loud socks or loud clothes to class. 4. Thou shah not smoke in the base- ment. 5. Obey thy professors that thy days mav neither be too long or too short in the P. H. S. 6. Thou shalt retire early at night, so that thou wilt not he sick the next morn ing. 7. Thou shalt not use ponies, but make thy way by thine own efforts. S. Thou shalt not use forbidden notes or anything in the likeness thereof on the day of examinations. 9. Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thou lovest thy neighbor’s daughter. 10. Thou shalt not covet thy seat mate’s work, or his paper, or his data, or 1 is results, or anything that is thy seat- mate . By His Majesty, Barton Rhinehart, 13. 3 “REO” Five-Passenger Touring Car $1,150 Automobile Garage, Supplies and Repair Sbop HELLER JEFFRIES Phone 879 2 00 S. Michigan St., PLYMOUTH, 1ND. The Home of Hart, Schaffner Marx Clothes College young men are as familiar with Hart, Schaffner Marx clothes as they are with their text books. They learned that this make of clothes alone gave them that distinction of dress, that stylish look, that snappy style, which places them in the front rank of good dressers. You’ll find Ball Company a high class store; a store that serves you best, and dresses you as you see others dressed. BALL COMPANY Plymouth, Indiana 84 The Temple Theater CHAS. H. GLAUB, Proprietor IVe show you the Licensed pictures The brightest, cleanest and Best The non-flickering kind ALWAYS C CENTS Walk-Over Shoes for Men This is an appropriate and reliable WALK-OVER Shoe for every occasion. WALK-OYER Shoes arc shoes of the hour and for every hour in the day- Thousands of people know it. Do you? Overmeyer £ Anderson THE CASH BOOT SHOP 85 The Photographs in this Annual were made by EDWARDS He does all kinds of Amateur Finishing If you have a picture to frame let Edwards frame it. He has the nicest and best line of Up-to-Date Moulding He will drive to your home any day and make a view of your home or anything you want will be found at Edwards’ Place In the Metsker Block Plymouth :: :: Indiana S6 Young Man Apply this to yourself Every man is looking successward. Some win, some lose. He who is correctly dressed has his chances increased about ten-fold. To look well creates not only self-confidence and self respect but inspires trust and belief in others. Wear one of our New Spring “Yungfelo style of suits and you'll understand. These suits are specially priced, in reach of all, at $15, $16.50, $18, $20 and upwards to $25. To put on the right finish, add from our fine line of Neckwear, Hosiery, Shirts, Hats and Haberdashery of all kinds and the swcllest line of Dress Shoes and Oxfords in town. Let us show you. LAUER’S “of Course” 200 per cent More Electric — -...-■-=•—............ Light______ If a new furnace were placed on the market that would give three times as much heat from a ton of coal as the furnace you now use, you would be highly interested. Apply this high efficiency to the electric lamp and you have the MAZDA LAMP 3 TIMES AS MUCH LIGHT FOR 1 TIMES THE SAME CURRENT Made in all sixes and at greatly reduced prices. All kinds of EL ECTRICAL CONSTRUCTION. G. E. ELECTRIC CONSTRUCTION CO. GEO. EMENAKER, Manager 117 West La Port Street ---------------------------------------------1 87 We always aim to see how siood an article we can offer for the money. RHODES' FAIR PHONES: -j House 111 Office 875 G. F. HITCHCOCK DENTIST Office over Marshall County Trust Savings Bank PLYMOUTH, INDIANA ----------------------- The When Grocery STALEY C®, STEPHENSON, Props. For all kinds of Staple and Fancy Groceries. The home of the Club House and Telmo Goods. Also White Rose Flour. PHONE 642 Give Us a Call 115 N. Michigan St. — HILL C SON Fancy Bakery Goods Ask for UTOPIA Steam Bread ICE CREAM AND ICES (Our Own Manufacture) Phone 194 Or call and see us. J. C. BUNNFLL SON Furniture and Undertaking PLYMOUTH . INDIANA 88 i Humpty Dumpty. Rickety Right. Plymouth—She s out of sight. Fcgcc. Wegee. how we Roar. Plymouth High School, Zip. Zam. Zoar. Say, What? That's What! What's What? That's What they All say. What do they all say? Plymouth. Plymouth. P-L-Y-M-O-U-T-H. Plymouth. Boom a Racket. Cheese a Racket. Sis. Boom. Bah. Plymouth. Plymouth. Rah! Rah! Rah! By Don Sufihtnton. P. H S. Ckter Maiur. frtff t O THE ENGRAVINGS IN THIS BOOK ARE THE PRODUCT OF THE JAHN C OLLIER ENGRAVING CO Main Office and Works oARTISTS, engravers 554 W. Adams Street “ 7 Chicago, Illinois Specialists on College Annual Engraving Branch Offices Davenport. Iowa DesMoines, Iowa Minneapolis Minn JUNE 1 TO JUNE 15 YOUR NEXT MOVE So move along with the crowd to Wood- bury's Grocery. Meet your friends there and have your order filled while you are chatting and visiting. You are always welcome. O. P. WOODBURY GROCER We are headquarters for Lawn Mowers, Gasoline Stoves and Ranges, Cutlery, Paints and Oils and a complete line of Builders9 Hardware and Carpenter’s Tools. We Also Sell THE PLYMOUTH ROCK STEEL RANGE which we guarantee in every particular, and we ask you to call and examine this range as we want you to become familiar with it. We are headquarters for the Coloric Fireless Cooker Which we invite you to call and exam- ine and become familiar with its merits. MARKS HARLEY ®lu' £nt?rpri0? All Kinds of Fancy and Staple Groceries “None Such” Canned Goods a Specialty ‘‘The Store With Two Phones” Iff rank FmuuIiU'r, JJrnpnrtm- Phones 630 and 160 Indiana Business College Because of its strong: and perfect working: organization ( which is com- posed of thirteen colleges and an employment department) has become the acknowledged leader in the state. It maintains a strong teaching force, has modern facilities, uses latest methods, affords its students every possi- ble advantage for progress, and aids every competent student to secure employment. Perhaps the most convincing argument for this school is the fact that thousands of successful graduates are holding responsible and highly remunerative positions throughout this section and other sec- tions of the country. Our EMPLOYMENT DEPARTMENT, which is a distinct institution, and the advantages of which cost the student nothing, makes this possible. No single school could even attempt such an under- taking. Give yourself a “square deal” by investigating this institution before attending elsewhere. Location: Magee Block on Fourth Street. Entrance, the wide stairway beside Hoffman’s Drug Store. Write today to O. E. BUTZ, Manager, Logansport Business College, Logansport, Ind, Our local school is known as LOGANSPORT BUSINESS COLLEGE 90 JUST A WORD Go to the Riverside Restaur- ant on Michigan street. Lunch and Meals. O p e n Night and day. HENRY H. DEEDS 117 W. Garro St. Ground Floor Office. Telephone 631 Plymouth :: Indiana • H. A. Shambaugh Co. THE GROCERS Jacox Old Stand Phone 660 ■ - ■■■ ' J. B. BOWELL C , CO. Real Estate, Loans and Insurance FULLER'S Farms, City Properties and Stocks of Merchandise Bought and Sold. CANDIES Plymouth - Indiana Office on ground iloor Corbin Block. PLYMOUTH, INDIANA 91 Successful Landscape Gardening In planting: a new lawn or remodeling: an old one, it is best to have an expert acquainted with trees and plants to help in arranging- them in the most artistic and effective way. Let us who have had so much ex- perience in planting lawns, assist in making yours. You will get better results for the money expended and will be saved the expense and dis- apointment of planting things unsuited for your location and soil. The grouping of flowers and shrubbery, or the location of trees, must be placed so that they will produce a harmonious whole that makes the lawn abound in interest and beauty. At the same time they must fulfill their mission of giving shade or hiding from yiew some unsightly object, framing some vista with foliage, making a display of flowers, and enhanc- ing the beauty ot the place to the owner’s satisfaction. Consult us about planting plans that will help you to get such results. We solicit correspondence with all who contemplate improving or beautify- ing their grounds, whether it be on the lawn of a modest home or on the larger estates. We make blue prints for large or small estates, and submit them to you for approval. All the details are shown in these prints giving you a very adequate idea of how your lawn will appear. W. N. NOLAN C SON, Plymouth, Ind. 92 Barber Shop and Bath Room (ret an Electric Massage for Commencement 11. FRANK THOMAS. Prop. 206 N. Michigan Si. Come in and inspect what we are showing this season in Suitings. Yon will find all styles and pat- terns—the best of the good things in the catching fashions. Suits from $16 and up. Suits Pressed 5()c. Dry Cleaning and Repairing a Specialty. Bergman the Tailor 205 N. Michigan St. Phone 611 H. A. ARMSTRONG PLYMOUTH, IND. Galvanized Metal Shingles and Roll Roofing, Galvanized Cornice, Skylights, Ridge Roll and Valley. Warm Air Heating. Agent for Kelsey Warm Air Generator. 113 East La Porte Street Phone 488 J. R. LOSEY Jeweler and Optician Remember the STAR When in Need of a Warm Meal or Lunch. Ice Cream and Confectionery. Fine Catering a Specialty THOS. CLIFTON, Prop. Phone 689 Choice Cut Flowers and Plants. Funeral Orders Filled on Short Notice. MISS MARY A. RESLAR City Florist 1106 W. La Porte St. Phone 8562 PLYMOUTH, 1ND. -------------------------------------------,, Shatford’s Electric Shop Shoes repaired with up-to-date shoe repairing machinery; fine work a specialty. Prompt attention, courteous treatment, prices reason- able. Custom shoes made to order :: 114 S. Michigan St. Just South of Bridge -----------------------------------------—--- ED. RODGERS JEWELER 103 West La Porte Street For the L. TANNER Best Lunch and Short Order Meals (Jo to DRUGGIST Drugs, Medicines, School Sup- McDonald’s plies, Stationery, Etc. N. Michigan St. Books, Perfumery, Fishing Warm Meals at all hours Tackle, Blank Books and Trusses Valparaiso University (ACCREDITED) Valparaiso, Indiana One of (he Largest Institutions of Learning in the United States FORTIETH YEAR WILL OPEN SEPTEMBER 17, 1912 In 1873 the school had three departments, four instructors and an annual enrollment of 210 different students. Now there are— 25 DEPARTMENTS 191 INSTRUCTORS and an annual enrollment last year of 5321 Different Students Excellent Equipment The reason for this remarkable growth is in the fact that the institution is constantly increasing its facilities, strengthening its courses of study and offering additional advan- tages without making the expense to the student any greater. DEPARTMENTS: Preparatory, Teachers', Kindergarten, Primary. Pedagogy, Manual Training, Scien- tific , Biology, Civil Engineering, Classical, Higher English, German, French, Spanish, Italian, Elocution and Oratory, Music, Fine Art, Luw, Pharmacy, Medical, Dental, Commercial, Penmanship, Phonography and Typewriting, Review. THE DENTAL DEPARTMENT recently acquired by the University is the well known Chicago College of Dental Surgery, one of the oldest and best equipped dental schools in the country, Dr. Truman W. Brophy, Dean, Chicago, Illinois. MEDICAL DEPARTMENT The course of study In the Medical Department is the same as that of the best medical schools. The University owns its college and hospital buildings both in Chicago and Valparaiso. Two years of the work may be done in Valparaiso, thus reducing the expenses, or the entire four years may be done in Chicago. The New Music Hull enables the school now to accommodate all who wish work in music. Civil Engineering:—The Revised Course in Civil Engineering is proving a most valuable acquisition. No extra charge. TIIE EXPENSES ARE MADE SO LOW THAT ANYONE CAN MEET THEM CALENDAR: —Thirty-ninth year opened Sept. 29, 1911; Second term, Dec. 12, 1911; Third term, March 5, 1912; Fourth term will open May 28, 1912. Mid-spring term opened April 2, 1912; Mid-Summer term will open June 25, 1912. Fortieth Year u ill open September 17, 1912. hoard und furnished room, SI.70 lo $2.75 per week. Tuition. §18 per quarter of 12 weeks. Cntolog mulled free. Address, II. B. BROWN, President, or 0. P. KINSEY, Vice President. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------♦ 95 D. W. Beagle’s South Side Grocery Phone 614 FORBES’ SEED STORE PLYMOUTH INDIANA GotoS. S. SPONSELLERo for FRESH BUTTERED POPCORN and FRESH ROASTED PEANUTS Cor. Michigan and Laporte Sts. F. H. KUHN’S GARAGE EMERGENCY CAR ALWAYS READY 119 South Michigan St. Phone 444 and 446 MODERN FULLY EQUIPPED FIREPROOF Prest-O-Lite Exchange Courtesies and information free Agent for the lamous Buick cAutomobiles in Marshall and Fulton counties Call or write and ask for demonstration 96 Tour CONFIDENCE in our Efficiency is all we need to do 'Business with you. IVe know you will continue with us after the First expe- rience. IVickizer- McClure Company Printers of High-Grade Business Literature Argos, Indiana 97 Come to The Model Pharmacy For your Drugs, Patent Medicines, Toilet Articles, Wall Paper, Etc. Meet us at our Soda Fountain and get a nice cold drink or a delicious Sundae. Thurlow E. ShoemaKer, Ph. G. B. E. CARMEN Meat Market For Home Killed Meats 202 N. Michigan St. — — Zumbau h’s i Music Store Factory Representative of the PACKARD and HALLET C DAVIS PIANOS, VICTOR VICTROLAS and EDISON TALKING MACHINES. STANDARD and FREE SEWING MACHINES Sheet Music and Music Supplies 212 N. Michigan St9 Telephone No. 887 Plymouth Steam Laundry The Home of Clean Linen J. D. McCOY, Prop. Plymouth Dry Cleaning Works BARNES The Tailor Phone 455 9S C. FIRESTONE Arts ® Crafts Shop Manufacturer of and Dealer in Hand Painted China Harness, Saddles, Robes, Art Needle WorK Whips, Hniitiles. Gloves, Etc. Stamping and Supplies S. E. Corner Michigan and La Porte Streets Maud R. Houghton — ■ —------------------------------------ THE SCHOOL KNOWN EVERYWHERE dlntmtatinnal luaittpsa (Enllfije FT. WAYNE, INDIANA Largest faculty, finest equip- ment. Twenty-three years under present management. Fall Opening, September 2, 1912. Write for handsome art catalog. T. L. STAPLES, President H. A. POPP, Vice President Shorthand, Typewriting, Mimeographing, English, Civil Service, Office Practice, Etc. Bookkeeping, Penmanship, Spelling, Arithmetic, Correspondence, Banking, A f. Dr. E. R. Danforth DENTIST State Bank Block Phone 4933 Plymouth Harness Shop E. A. KIZERj Proprietor ♦ “C” Kleckner C , Co. FOR YOUR WALL PAPER AND PAINTS We can fill your wants in any grade of paper—Imported and Domestic. Also Paints, Oils, Lead, Turpentine and Varnishes. WINDOW SHADES AND PICTURE FRAMING 121 West Garro St. Phone 172 ♦------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What is the difference between a guest leaving at • 4 a. ra. and a pretty girl speeding an auto? One is going pretty early, the other a pretty girlie going! “Where Are You (icing My Pretty Maid?” “To The Quality Meat Market, Sir.” She said. The Maid in question was a Quality lass ALd bought only meats of the Quality class. SHE’S HEADED HERE! W. H. VANGILDER ♦----------------------------------------------------------- To the seashore for salt water but go to our fountain for Soda Water We are exclusive agents for Huyler’s. Fenway C61� Liggett Candies THE OAK DRUG STORE FRED WENZLER, Proprietor 100 F. GROFF HOME BAKERY Ice Cream and Confectionery THe Home of tHe Best Meats PESCH BROS. MEAT MARKET 107 North Michigan Street Phone 610 PLYMOUTH, INDIANA Plymouth Electric Li ht Company Gives you power by day and light by nidht. How much more can the Hifili School dive you ? 101 For all Kinds of Sporting Goods and Fishing Tackle Go to Buck’s Hardware 'Best Goods at the Right Prices Real Appreciation i You can appreciate tlie dollar you save because it means a sacrifice, cither of time, of labor, or of some luxury. An account with this bank will insure the safety of your surplus money. We issue time certificates drawing 3 per cent interest, also drafts payable anywhere in the United States or abroad. We shall be glad to serve you. Plymouth State Bank Plymouth, Indiana 102 F. W. BOSWORTH CO. In our Ready-to-Wear Department we are showing a splendid variety of Misses' Dresses in White Serges and Wash Fabrics, also Middy Blouses and Middy Coats for summer wear :: :: :: :: :: — Go to JOHN L. MILLER’S SHORT ORDER LUNCH ROOM SHOEMAKER'S OLD PLACE ----------------------------------------- The Best Ice Cream Soda in 'Plymouth is = == = Sold at ---------- 7he Peoples' Drug Store For Special Bargains in the Variety Line go to THE RACKET STORE J. H. JACOX, Proprietor Phone 711 E. F. WAY Repairing of all kinds of Small cTWachinery' Roepairs, Locks, Guns, Baby' Cabs, Lawn cTVIowers and Bicycles. Saw Filing, Cutlery Grinding, Etc. 104J South Michigan Street : Plymouth, Indiana 103 ♦ THE RICHTER GLASS, Proprietors Dry Goods, Carpets, Rugs, and Linoleum. Headquarters for “Style-Craft” Coats and Suits. Sole agents for YV. B., Kabo and La Carville Front Lace Corsets. BEE HIVE LADIES FURNISHINGS A SPECIALTY ♦ YOUR CREDIT Rating in the community is measured largely by your assets. What better asset or recommendation can you have than a good bank account? Begin today by saving a part of your earnings every week or month, and deposit such savings with us. If you are waiting to get a certain amount before commencing to save you’ll never get the amount and never begin saving. Start an account with what you have now and you’ll he surprised how fast it will grow once you are interested in building it up. I'he hardest part of an uccount in the bank is the first deposit, no matter how small. It has been said, “ There is a dollar at the end of every thousand, but the first one is the hardest to get.” Kring in your dollar today and see how soon the other 1)90 will follow We pay 3 per cent compound interest on your savings. Come in and let us talk the matter over with you. THE MARSHALL COUNTY TRUST $ SAVINGS CO. PLYMOUTH. INDIANA ---------------------------------------------------------------+ 104