Polytechnic High School - Polytechnic Student Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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CONTENTS -an Page Staff .....,................................................................................ 1 ........................................................ n ...........................,,............... Editorial .......................................4.....,........,........ The Joys of the Simple Life ..,...... ................Li1ian Selleck Sir Coeur de Joie .................................. ........... L orraine Frankenfield The Other Nonne ..,............................ ........ A nnabelle Wishard The Stream ................................. ................. ......................... R . Matsuoka The Yeoman 's Lilt ............A...........,.....,....., .,.......... M ildred Bradford The Gift Without the Givern .......... ................. G ertrude Peters The Last of the Tribe .....,..,........,........... .............,,,..,... H arry Bowers About Nothing at All .,.... ...,.,..,.,....... ............... P l lyllis Harrington History of a Hen .................,.... ......,.........,. M ildred Jordan The Yellow Streak .....,..... ...,.............. H arold Cooke On Friendship ........,,...,................................................... ............. I sabel Turnbull Johnny's Best Friend ........,...........,..................,.......,...,.... ............... Harold Tucker My Friend Henry 's Love for Dancing ............. .,.......................... - ..'......... B en Rich On Being Small .......,........,..................,....................,........ ...,...,..... K atherine Crabtree Spring Fever ...................................................................................................................................... Don Short A Springtime Idyll ............................................................ Angclonia Huffmeister The Robber Comes to Mrs. Jones' House at Midnight .................. Lucie Coen Wanderings in a Churchyard ............ The Call of Summer .,.......................,........ The Southern Wildwood ................ A Party ................................................. The Pilgrim 's Hymn ........ ...... Baseball by Proxy ............. Alone at Camp ........,...... ,,... A Collar Button .........l........,.,,....... Teddy .,.,,,,,,.. 3 ..,.,,.,.,..............,....... ............. The Birds' Morning Call ........... The Senior's Farewell ............ Seniors ..............,......................... Calendar ...........................,......... Auditorium ..........,..........,.............. Sonnet to Polytechnic ..... .... Organizations ........................... Departments ......................... Alumni ................... Exchanges .......... Athletics .......... J oshes ........... ...................Anne Redmond The Test ................................................................... M .............,........................,....... ,....,.....Gerda Fredericksen ,.................,........Sarah Smith ,............Mildred Jordan ........,.....Ruth Parrish ,..........Dorothy Walker ..........................Gladys Sopp ........,...........Ramon Crowell Lord Lorraine Frankenfield Tobin ffQ'fQ'Q'.'Qi5L2iIii2i'iH 'siiEL5iQ Oh, hezultiful summvr evening, When twilight begins to fall And the hirfls :Irv softly twittering Amifl the grvvn trees tall. Then the plowman is slowly woncling Hoiiwwzml his weary way, Wliilmi ln-avvn and mirth are nivnting At thv vlosc- ol' zinothvi' clay. -Mary Czlmphc-ll, S , . ,,.51tAFF,e . Published every Jun THE POLYTECHN IC STUDENT e by the pupils of the Los Angeles Polytechnic High School, Los Angeles, California. Editor-ln-Chief ............... ............,........,............................................ Assistant Editor .......,... Associate Editor ........,.. Business Manager ...,........ Art Editor .................,............. Staff Photographer .............. School ,Calendar .........,, .......... Auditorium ............. Organizations ............ Departments, ............... Exchanges ......... Alumni ......,..... Athletics .............. J oshes ....,..., l14l Helen Walker ..,..........Maxine Herron ............Herbert Ililgen ..............IIarold Hurley ......,............Zeta Webb ............Henry Schaefer .Annie Laurie Terry .........C1emens Randau Anne Redmond Valdor Ehrenclou ..................Lilian Selleck Seymour Silverstone ...........Melancthon Smith Rush 0 v l -F-, EDITORIAL -unu- In devoting many of these pages to Nature, we have had in mind not only the forces and creatures of air, earth, and water, but also the relation between them and man. We wish that these pages may express a strong devotion to the primitive, a sense of infinite sympathy with all the world, an understanding which our school life has fostered. Whether our education be that of the text book and schoolhouse or that of the river and field, we break the barriers which convention too often places between us, and become simply brothers when Nature's call has sounded. Then it is that primitive instincts break their bonds and cry in answer. The tenement-bred child is thrilled at the sight of the ocean at moonrise, or hushed by the grandeur of vast reaches of uninhabited desert. their charm being just as potent for him as for those reared under their influence. But what is the reason for this unfailing bond of sympathy between us? VVhy does a subtle understanding exist between the dweller on the heights and the dweller in the shadows, between the sailor of seas and the tiller of land, between the arctic explorer and the gentle lady gardener? Why? In very truth, we are all of one great family, Mother Nature's. Old as the hills the idea may be. but it still rings true, we are one and all a. vital, living part of Nature herself. Startling indeed is such an idea to him who has heretofore considered Nature-lovers high-brow. Accusing indeed must be such a reali- zation to the school master who has sternly repressed every indication of spring fever in his charges. Yet this is no new fact, nor do we attempt to present it as such. From time innnemorial, men have conquered the elements, studied them, immortalized them in literature, not with the curiosity inspired by an utterly foreign object, but with the understanding with which one contem- plates in a fellow-being the same traits which make up one's own personality. Only by realizing this relationship can we understand the instincts and im- pulses which make the whole world kin. Fundamental and all-inclusive as this truth is, there is yet a lnore obvious motive for our making this a Nature annual, a realization that Nature, even in its narrowest sense, plays an important, not.-to-be-overlooked part in our every- day lives. That very spring fever which often makes school almost un- bearable to those afflicted is a most natural outcome of our most natural desire to become a part of the World of growing things at our doors. From early in grammar school until late in our college life, our compositions reveal perfectly how great is the influence of the out-of-doors. Such subjects as Fishing as a Pastiinef' The Pleasures of lee-skatin g. and A Day in the Fields, receive a far heartier response from young writers than does any other class of sub- jects. Our reading, our pastimes, our daily programs refiect the same desire l17l for Nature 's companionship. Even the book worm will carry his book to the shade beneath a tree, or to the beach, in order to get a fuller realization of its charm. The most neglectful of students will wax enthusiastic over a lesson teeming with the spirit of the Nature lover. This attitude can be observed any day in our classrooms and among our friends. Is it not appropriate, then, that we should bring into our school life a phase of our being which our education can only strengthen? ......,.. As each school year draws to a close, we turn back to survey our accom- plishments. The question uppermost in our minds is, What has made this year different from its predecessors and successors? ,This year, in answer to that question, we turn to a new idea which has grown up in our midst-an idea promising to influence greatly the rest of our school history. We refer to the proposed plan for making Polytechnic an institute where six years' special training will supplant the customary four- year courses. Our school will become more strictly polytechnic by the gradual elimination of general college preparatory courses, and the gradual extension and elaboration of courses in applied arts, sciences, engineering in all its branches, commercial pursuits, architecture, and domestic economics. Emphasis will be placed upon tl1e practical value of the work rather than upon the college credits involved. Thus the new plan will be a boon to those students whose busin.ess career must start in their youth, and who, though not able to go to college, ,can afford the time for two years' extra training. If this plan is adopted in the near future, it will not only mean much to Polytechnic, but, even more important, it will shape tl1e careers of many young people of college age. Any plan which makes possible greater education, increased usefulness, and therefore increasd happiness for the men and women of tomorrow is surely more than worth while. Throughout the school year, one of the most salient features of the school magazine has been its art work. Our young artists have shown sympathy, well balanced between student interests and the larger ideals of art, coupled with marked ability. Whatever ,have been the subjects treated, the work has appealed to a large class of readers, and that is surely the test of its merit. VVe have all enjoyed this feature of our book, and we here acknowledge our gratitude to the art advisor and her willing assistants for their large share in our success. .1.?t.. Only too often we are inclined to consider our home life a thing apart from our school interests, but with the larger outlook fostered by education, we come to regard our school system as the result of co-operation between the home and the school. All the citizens of Los Angeles, indeed, have been most earnest in their support of all educational projects, and to them is due a large share of the prominence we have attained. But our parents have also helped us in a more personal way, to their encouragement and sympathy We owe our ability to make the most of the opportunities which our Alma Mater oiers us. l18l Strange to the world, he wore ll lHlSllflll The fields his study, nature was his book. l look, Bloomfield LITERARY THE JOYS OF THE SIMPLE LIFE ' Lilian Selleck, S '14, Yes, I've taken up the simple life, Alice told me pensively, when I met her accidentally on the street. The doctor ordered a complete change. I've taken a little shanty in the Vermont woods, and I'm staying there until he says I may come back and take up my social duties again. My dear, it is simply killing me! And she shuddered. You don't know how the utter loneliness of the place gets hold of one. None of my old set--nothing to do, all day long! Oh, I'm just sick of it! And the house itself! An old tumble-down affair-I just sit and weep when I look at it! Now Alice is an old friend of mine, and, although I am not in her set as she calls it, we are still very congenial. So I said without any hesitation, Hlilll just waiting for an invitation to come up and spend a week or so with you. .I 'in utterly fagged out and long for a rest. Do invite me. lnvite you! cried Alice, embracing me hysterically. I'll give you ten thousand invitations, if youlll only come. I'd have invited you before, if I had dreamed you would accept. It's such a God-forsaken place though-I haven 't dared to ask anyone out there. Yes, I said rather wearily CAlice is a bit overpowering at timesj. I'll come. I'1n just longing for a rest. I'll expect you, then, before the week's over, she replied and, after kiss- ing me aiectionately, hurried away. As I packed my suit case, I became rather depressed at thc dearth of stylish sunnner clothes I had, but was reassured by the thought that, as there would be only Alice and I, I would not need any elaborate toilette. As the train steamed out of the Grand Central, I settled back on the cushions of the parlor car with a sigh of comfort. Thank heaven! No more bustling, crowded streets for at least a month. Perfect rest. How glorious that will be. A11d I drifted into a doze. I was awakened by the conductor, who tapped me on the shoulder, saying that Centersville was the next stop. CCentersville was the little town near Alice's shanty. j As the train stopped and I got out, I saw before me a little village- much larger than the one I had looked for. A neat little station with a red roof Haunted a large sign Centerville -and I knew I was not mistaken in my destination. A group of nattily dressed inen and women were gathered at the mail box, and by their well-bred voices 1 could see that they were izoi t city people. As yet, no Alice. I was about to step up to the station agent and ask the nearest and quickest way of getting to the shanty when I heard a chug! chug! outside. Stepping to the door I saw an enormous limousine slowly edging up to the platform. It was of a deep electric blue color, outlined in gold, and was driven by a colored chauffeur in blue and gold uniform. The instant the car had stopped, the man jumped from the seat and Hung the door open wide. A figure in gray broadcloth and fur and a large picture hat emerged. p Alice, I cried. My dear girl, she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. You have come. What do you think of my new car? I had it sent up from the city last week in honor of your coming. It's magnificent, I murmured feebly, as she led me to it. In a moment we were inside, and Alice was leaning back on the gray cushions, talking in her usual rapid style. In the pauses she made Cand they were fewl I took the opportunity to glance out of the window. The macad- amized road wound, like a narrow gray ribbon, up a thickly wooded hill. Summer villas of white plaster, with gleaming red roofs shone here and there in the midst of the deep green. The air was clear and cool, for the sun had not yet fully risen above the deep woods. ' After we had ridden Cas I judgedj about a mile, the car rounded a little curve at the top of the hill, and paused before a stretch of terraced green. A house CAliee's shanty J of white plaster with a green roof, stood at the top of the little incline, and from it sloped a green lawn, laid out in regular design, with beds of Haming flowers. A cement walk led down from the ter- race to the road, and a porte cochere and driveway extended from it on the right. Up this driveway we rolledg the next moment we were walking toward the house. Alice led me up the steps to the big verandah, strewn with carpets and cushions. Magazines were temptingly displayed on cunning little tables, and a large hammock laden with pillows swung to and fro in the fresh breeze. Inside, I was struck dumb as I gazed around me. Why don't you say something? cried Alice. I know it isn't much, but still, I have tried to make it look as attractive as I could. I smiled wanly, and murmured something. I can not, for the life of me, remember what it was, but Alice seemed pleased. As she led me upstairs, I caught a glimpse of more oriental rugs, a grand piano, a huge fire-place, and deep, leather-covered chairs. There is your room, she said, opening a door at the head oi' the land- ing. Ring for Lucile if you need anything. Luncheon is served at one. She kissed me and left. After I had made sure that she was safely down- stairs, I sat down limply on the bed. So this was Alice 's shanty! I looked around the room. It was finished in green and gold, and furnished with ex- l2ll quisite simplicity. I took out my simple dresses and hung them in the ward- robe. How did I dare to don one in this place? It was several minutes before I could compose myself enough to think clearly. I decided to trust to provi- dence, and, making myself as tidy as possible, ran down the broad stairs, and out on the verandah. Thank heaven, I thought, Alice is not here. I simply must collect my thoughts before she comes. Taking up a magazine I tried to read, but in vain, my thoughts would wander. A shanty! An old, tumble-down aifair!! With great tact, Alice left me alone until luncheon, which was served by a French maid in a blue and white dining room. The meal over, we sojourned to the porch, where we were just comfort- ably seated, when the sound of an approaching motor was heard. Alice jumped up, quickly. Gracious! It's the Boxers, and they're coming here. You run up and change your things and I'll receive them. How provoking! But, Alice, I haven 't a decent thing to wear, I protested. Alice looked shocked for a moment, but soon regained her composure. Never mind, she answered, go into my room and select anything you like. But do hurry down. She ran to meet them. I darted upstairs, and at last found her room. Plunging into the ward- robe, I surveyed the clothes ranged there. A dress for every occasion, I soliloquized, and later added, out of the depths of my bitter experience, an occasion for every dress. There were dainty morning gowns, rough tweed walking suits, afternoon dresses of delicate silks and several elaborate evening gowns. Heavy jerseys and mackinaws completed the list, while the footwear fastidiously arranged on trees, extended from dainty tango slippers to Are- ties. What possible use is this elaborate wardrobe to her, when she never goes anywhere, or does anything? I questioned myself, perplexedly. The sound of voices on the porch recalled me, and I hastily pulled out a pretty little rose silk, which I soon had on. It fitted me surprisingly well, but any of Alice's shoes were out of the question, as her foot was several sizes smaller than my own. Reverting to my own wardrobe I saw that I would have to choose between the walking-boots I had on, and a pair of low tan Oxfords. I decided upon the former. As I descended the stairs in my silk dress and boots, a feeling of nervous- ness took possession of me. The feeling increased as I stepped out on to the porch and saw the Boxers all staring at me inquiringly. As Alice introduced them to me, I felt that their gaze never left me. Mr. Boxer was a portly gen- tleman of fifty or so, dressed in white flannels and a golf-cap, his Wife a supercilious lady in black satin, with a lorgnette, and the two Misses Boxer, aggressive, sportsman-like creatures of nineteen or so, in jaunty outing clothes. They sat on the railing and looked me over as though I had been some curiosity, E221 recently imported from a foreign country. I don't know Cand probably never shalll whether it was the combination of the silk dress and the boots, or my general air of discomposure that amused them. At last the agonizing ordeal was over. They had managed to stay all the afternoon, and to make themselves thoroughly obnoxious. Mr. Boxer talked nothing but duck-shooting, Mrs. Boxer, nothing but the servant problem, and the two girls sat and stared at each speaker, a fact which very eiectively pre- vented me from joining in the conversation. I believe about the only remarks I made during the entire seanee were, Yes, thank you, No, I don't think so, and Oh, how interesting , a set of phrases which, you will admit, can be adapted to almost any remark, if only judiciously applied. When they had gone, I sank into a chair with such evident relief that Alice looked a trifle hurt. . I know they're tiresome, she said, but they are very infiuential, and one simply must cultivate them. I expect you will want to dress for dinner, now, so I shall leave you. The situation was becoming painful. Oh, I guess I'l1 leave this on, I ventured, but meeting Alice's cold stare, I suddenly retreated. Alice, I said desperately, you know I didn 't bring any good clothes with me. I was under the impression that you were only camping out. So we are, she replied frigidly. What do you call this, if you don't call it camping out? I forebore to reply. The situation became even more strained when I appeared at dinner in a last year's muslin frock, exceedingly mussed from its cramped quarters in my suitcase. After the dessert had been brought on, Alice spoke: I':ve invited a dozen or so people from the hotel for a little dance this evening in honor of your coming. We 'll have the hotel orchestra, too. It is really very good. Alice, I said, hoarsely, I came up here for a rest. I thought you said it was a quiet place. Why, so it is, she replied, looking hurt, one of the dullest places I ever saw. We 'll have to hurry. Again I forebore. . An hour later, I descended the stairs in an evening gown and my Oxfords, and found the lower hall and living rooms crowded with people. I recognized in one group, the party I had' seen at the station in the morning. The women looked charming, and were as carefully clothed and groomed as though attend- ing a senatorial reception. The men were immaculate in evening dress. As I' reached the bottom step, I stumbled. One of the men rushed to my aid, and I felt the eyes of the whole room upon me. I could see that my Oxfords were creating a distinct sensation. My feet seemed to be going in all directions on the highly polished iioor. The orchestra was playing a waltz and the dancers l23l were whirling giddily. Alice was the gayest of them all. Her words came back to ine: The utter loneliness of the place gets hold of one ! Loneliness! I laughed aloud. No, I told my partner, I was only thinking of a funny story I heard the other day. When the last guest had departed, I climbed wearily up the stairs. Be up early, called Alice after meg we're going on a long tramp. Some of the people from the hotel are going to call for us at eight. I shook my fist at her in the dark. It was simply unbearable! The more I thought of it the more maddening it seemed--the greater grew my rage. I, who had come up here for rest, to have all this thrust upon me. It was too much. It was not the excitement that I minded so much, though I was dead tired, then. It was the awful formality that had to be gone through with-the dressing for occasions when I had no dresses, the smiling brightly at people who, I knew, considered me a perfect guy, the long conversations about duck-shooting with individuals like the Boxers. I could not and would not bear it. Before I went to sleep I had evolved a plan. The next morning after breakfast we set out on our tramp. Thank heaven for one thing, I was suitably dressed this time! The party was small, and we got on famously. I was almost beginning to enjoy myself. But when, upon returning home, Alice announced that in the afternoon, several women Cinclud- ing Mrs. Boxerl had been invited to a little game of whist, and tea afterwards, I knew that my time had come. After lunch Alice went upstairs to dress, and I sat on the veranda. Sud- denly I dashed upstairs. Alice, oh Alice, I called. I've just got a telegram from my Uncle Jim, saying that he is dangerously ill, and wants me to come to the city immedi- ately. And I waved a slip of yellow paper so quickly that she could not see that there was no writing on it. Why, that's strange. I never knew before that you were particularly fond of him, she mused. In fact, I even thought you didn't get along very well. Oh, We're great friends, I continued rapidly, as I saw a vision of Mrs. Boxer and the lorgnette coming up the walk. So sorry! Perhaps I can come back, but I really must go now. There 's no time to lose. Of course not, said Alice, her sympathies aroused at once. You poor girl! Give him my regards, and come back immediately he is Well. On our Way to the train she chatted volubly: l'm afraid it's been rather dull. I looked at her sharply, but she was perfectly serious. I've had a lovely time, I lied. N 1, ,K ,, ,, ,, My uncle's illness has proved serious, and Alice looks for me in vain. Each week I receive a solicitous letter from her, beginning: I do hope your uncle is better, and ending, Be sure to come up as soon as you can. Slimmer is over now, and she is looking forward to my coming next year. Perhaps I shall have mustered enough courage and clothes, by that time, to accept. Of one thing, however, I am very sure: I will take my vacation before I go-not while I am there. The simple life is too strenuous for me! l24l SIR COEUR DE J OIE Lorraine Frankenfleld, S'l4. Sir Coeur de Joie had sinned. The court i C The while the April world was all a-flowerj ln the black hall had sat and judgment given: He shall go forth, out to the cross-roads where The fair is holding, and shall Weep, that he May gain a spirit of humility. And he shall cry forgiveness and repent, Sorrow for sin until grace come from Heaven. Sir Coeur de Joie had gone. With head low bowed he hastened to his place. I-Ie seemed full humble, but the Warders came And found him laughing when he should have wept Once more, in May, they tried him. He, smiling, pleaded free from any wrong. I went to weep, but, good sirs, I saw The sunshine sparkle in the warm, sweet air, Heard people buzzing all around the fair, Friend greeting friend and calling down the road. I saw the children dancing and a cloud Of happy dust half elouding out the sun- I laughed in simple joy, the joy of life! The black judge droned, We sent you to repent, And true humility would find no joy Withoiit the penance done. But, sirs,- The tiny birds were chirping, and the bees Lifting the drowsy flowers for the sweet. The wi11d was rippling in my hair, and all Around was happiness and life, busy, Contented, humming life. Joy everywhere! I could not help but laugh. And laughing, you still ask for IIeaven's graeel' Aye, for a smile may hide a heart more penitent Than gloomy prayer or noisy tears. He is a heretic. Such thinking W0llld soon destroy all sense of right or wrong. Let him be burned, come middle of November. November came, and with it many storms. l25l It will be dark for months, the wise ones said. Then to Sir Coeur de Joie a good priest came With heart for heresy compassionate. My son, wilt thou not pray with me? Sir Coer de Joie bowed low and humbly said, I have one prayer. Tomorrow let the sun Shine brightly, let the day be fair. Heist thou no thought of penitence? The priest Was sore astounded. Sire, my prayer Has gone. I did no wrong and so- Ask no forgiveness. That night the heavy storm raged mightily. 'Twas just before the morning when they led Sir Coeur de Joie, half doubting, to the stake. And all the crowding people heard him say, Light-give me light! The flame crept up. Birds called. Dawn broke-the day was fair. THE OTHER NONNE Annabelle 'Wishard, S'15. Another nonne with hir hadde she That was hir ehapelayne, with gentil ye, And plesaunt, comely face and whyte skinne, As thogh a holy radiance from withinne Hadde lent unto hir human features fyne A Christ-like look, which, soothly, was divyne. Ful pleyn she dressed in gowne of greyish hue. A holy nonne was she of greet virtue. Of kindly deede and worde, and noble thoght. Of what was low and coarse she spake noght, But only of the workes goode men do. A member of hir order she was new. Happy she was til hir betrothed lovyer Hadde hir deserted and loved him another. Then cam this mayde to the monastery Where she was loved for hir curteisye And plesauntnesse. Well song she the service And served well hir Lord ek al the day, No trues nonne was ther in al the abbotrye. Hir broken herte hadde left hir soul more free. Mary, she was y-cleped, and like that Virgin Ther was no nonne more pure and free from syn. l25l THE STREAM R. Matsuoka, S'14. A little stream flows gently through my village which lay like a seam between the pine woods and the great mountains. It starts from the woodland of the upper valley, and collecting many small streams from right and left as it goes on its way, finally comes to our village with accumulative force able to turn the mills. Its water is delicate of hueg crystal is not more clear, the meadows of spring are not one-half so green. To me it recalls many happy memories of the days of the past, and its sweet music still sings in my heart. For hours I used to lie on its grassy bank, and listen to the melody of its various tunes, while my soul seemed to wander far, far away, following the stream where it went. Often I slept by its pleasant murlnuring, and dreamed happy dreams until the sun went down behind the lofty peaks, and the evening winds began to blow from their summit. In the spring when the flowers were in full bloom and the banks were covered thickly with primroses, I rambled along the stream and picked the delicate, pink flowers. When I had made a cluster or two, I sat down on a stone, and one by one I threw them on the water. The flowers were strewn on the pretty ripples, and went downward between the reeds until my eyes could follow them no farther. There, too, were many petals which came down with the foam from above. Sometimes I found peach blossoms, and sometimes cherry blossoms, as well as petals of the brilliant camellias. In the warm days of summer the stream trickled slowly down the very bottom of the river bed. But here and there the tall, green willow trees bent over the stream, and cast their purple shadows on its smooth face. The soft breezes came from far below, and the fresh, young twigs swayed gracefully as they passed by. Many times I visited this cozy place and forgot the hot, weary days. I Then it was a great pleasure to me to thrust my head out from the sweet scented grasses and watch the fish as they swam by. Now and then they floundered out of the shadowy water, and caused its blue to ripple into white. ' Yet it was far prettier in the fall when the woods, touched by the autumn with strong and luminous colors, reflected over the stream as it glided along. Then fallen red leaves perched on the stream like dainty water birds, and E271 flowed down gently to the town below as though to tell the people that winter draws near. Sometimes in the long wintry nights, I was awakened by the rushing sound of the stream, which seemed to appeal to the mountains of its mysterious source. It ran and sang everlastingly, and to my innocent heart it remained an inexplicable mystery. Whence and whither went the water of the stream, ever coursing downward, and ever renewed from above? I listened and imagined until 1ny boat of fancy was carried away through the darkness to the unknown world. Though I left this memorable place when I was but a boy, the sound of the stream is still heard ever clear and ever serene, and its crystalline water runs ever smooth and ever beautiful in my heart. I23l THE YEOMAN'S LILT Mildred L. Bradford, S'16 Oh, my home's far away, In a place bright and gay, A place where the flow'rs ever bloom. Though I now roam away, The woods call all day, And I hope to return to them soon. Oh! my heart's in my woodland, The glorious woodland, The woodland so filled with delight. And my soul does not rest And my heart's not its best, When away from my woodland so bright Comrades, grant me a boon, Pray let 's return soon, So that in my woods I may roam. For in sooth I'1n forlorn, In the crowds I e'cr mourn, Pray let me haste to my home. There the birds sing gay, Through all the day, And the brooklets sparkling run. And the whole world is green, Fairer place was ne'er seen, And over all smiles the sun. For my soul does burn To forever return To my home in the wood 's fair glade. And my heart will be gay Through the livelong day As I rest in the great trce's shade. Oh! my heart's in my woodland, The glorious woodland, The woodland so filled with delight. And my soul does not rest, And my heart's not its best, NVhen away from my woodland so bright i291 - THE GIFT WITHOUT THE GIVERH Gertrude Peters, W'16. Anne, panting, reached the top of the hill just in time to hear the first bell ring, and to see her schoolmates file into the brown, weather-beaten schoolhouse that lay in the valley before her. If she had had any other teacher, she would have been afraid to be late, but Miss Maegregor always understood that Anne 's work was to prepare breakfast and wash dishes, and she could not make herself believe that she ought to scold the quaint orphan who lived with a childless uncle and aunt. Anne rushed into the school-room and hastily sat down just as the tardy bell rang ominously. She glanced up to smile good morning at her teacher, but the smile was lost in a look of dismay-Miss Macgregor was not there! ln her place behind the battered old desk sat a stately, attractive woman. But the horror of horrors-she frowned ! All of her charms were eclipsed for Anne, who had never been frowned upon in school before, and the child felt a sudden dislike and fear of the usurper. Roll was called, and the morning lessons began. Anne, usually the most brilliant of her class, failed utterly in the simplest questions. She could not study for that horrid new teacher, and where, oh where was Miss Maegregor? She heard nothing of the morning lessons, and the lump in her throat grew larger every second. At noon, miserable, she learned from Marjorie Mallond that Miss Mac- gregor had been injured by an automobile in town the night before, and was now in the hospital. Oh, gasped Anne, tears Welling into her eyes. But Marjorie was gone, and Anne, though eager to learn more of her teacher 's misfortune, had to hurry home for lunch. She stumbled along, moaning to herself, No, she can 't die. They won 't let her die. Oh, if she dies, l'll die, too. She choked over her lunch in a vain attempt to eat. What's the matter, Anne? You aren't eating any lunch, remarked her uncle, a stern old farmer. What 's that? Your schoolmarm's in the hospital? And you don 't like the new one? Well, don 't ery over that. I 'low it's a good thing to have a change now 'n' then. You can 't count on them pretty school marms, no how. I would like to stay home this afternoon, may I? pleaded Anne. I-I don't feel good. Eh, don 't feel good? That ain't no excuse. You jest run along. You eouldn't do nothin' around, no how. I think Anne might stay home if she doesn't wish to go, Eben, meekly put in his wife, who still had memories of the days when she had studied the three R's under a tyrannical master. E301 Well, far be it from me to say whether I care if she goes or not, he answered. But what kind of an edjication d'ye think she will get, settin' around at home? And he stalked out of the room, slamming the door. Anne stayed at home, and worried about Miss Macgregor all the afternoon. She wanted to go to the hospital, but-she feared her uncle's wrath. Finally, towards evening, she summoned enough courage, and snatching her sunbonnet, started off. But in stories they usually leave flowers with a notef' thought Anne. She had only one bush of flowers-a red geranium that Miss Macgregor had given her a year before. Her uncle had complained about it, and told her that he didn 't want the place messed up with flowers. Vegetables was all right, but he never could see the sense o' flowers. There were only five blossoms on the bush, but these Anne picked carefully, wrapped them in some white tissue paper that had come on gifts the Christmas before, and in the middle, she placed a note, carefully written on lined paper. She carried them to the town hospital where a kind-faced nurse took them, and told her that Miss Macgregor would have received them herself, but she was sleeping. Anne, assured that her teacher would be at school within a week, hurried out with a light heart. At the curb a limousine drew up, and Marjorie, rich, fortunate Marjorie, stepped out. She carried a long green box-the kind that the town florist used. At the sight of her, Anne suddenly became ashamed. I ought to have known better than to give her old red gcraniums when she will get hot-house flowers, she scolded, hurrying along. An hour later, Miss Macgregor, awakening, found two bouquets on the table beside her. One consisted of half a dozen perfect American Beauty roses 5 the other, of five geranium blossoms. Beside each was the note that had come with it. She opened a delicate pink envelope, and read: Dear Miss Macgregor: I was very sorry to hear of your accident, and trust that you will be at school soon again. US- 1 mcere y, Marjorie Mallond. She .laid it aside and picked up the second. It said: My dear, dear teacher: . I missed you so much at school this morning, and was awfully sorry to hear that you get hurt. I don't like the teacher we have, and hope you will get well soon. Lots and lots of love from HA Q .nne. HP. S. These geranyums are off that bush you gave me. And the school-teacher, with tears in her eyes, looking into the flowers, saw more beauty in the heart of the geranium than she did in the hot-house rose. l31l THE LAST OF THE TRIBE Harry Bowers, W'16. High on the cliff the ehieftaiu stands Erect, supreme. His chest expands, Strong are the arms which cross his breast, His eyes are fixed upon yon crest Clothed in a soft, white clinging mist, Patched with red where the sunshine kissed This flowing mantle. On beyond, As if from touch of magic wand, The curling smoke from a watch-fire grows And loses itself at the evening's close Tn the shrouding fogs of the vale below. On farther, then, the silent flow Of a river slips as a silver thread Drawn by hands through cloth of red, And then is lost in a mystic maze Of fertile fields. The rigid gaze Of the ehieftain who is standing there Erect on the elif, doth wander where The land of his fathers, in solitude, Lies nestled in canyons, at some time hewed By cleaving winds, from mountains high. Now stretching forth his arms, a sigh Escapes his lips so tight compressed. His heart beats fast, for his latest quest Ile knows must now be ended here. Weirdly he chants a song, for near In shadows deep, there lurks grim death Awaiting the time, when, with his breath. Ile can still the heart of the chieftain old. The bronze arms fall, they having sold Their strength to him who saw, and then His chanting ceases. Far down the glen Its echo wanders through the trees. The dying chief sinks to his knees, Reclines against the mountain side. The land whereon his grand-sires died Ile sees no more. llis eyes grow dim, As the orb of day o'er the distant rim Of the l1ill-tops shines no more. Dark night Shuts off on tl1e lonely height l32l The game of death enacting there. And now the moon comes from her lair, And rising high among the stars She sheds her light in silver bars Between the rocks and finds the place Where lies the chief with upturned face To the stars which blink above his head- The last of the tribe, the chief, is dead! ABOUT NOTHING AT ALL Phyllis Harrington, W'15. Nothing at all, O Fellow-student, is the burden of your parents' argu- ments-the thing for which the ice man charges your father exorbitantly- the plate of fudge after your small brother has visited it-the theme of your neigbbor's gossip-the thing which you fear in the dark-your teaeher's ad- monitions-what you see in looking into a school inkwell-your rival debater's ideas-the contents of your mind during an attempt to write a composition. By these attributes is it known. Nothing at all cometh and sitteth like that bird of Poe, above your door, yet, being importuned to leave, ever ad- vanceth closer, and, mingling with your work, diluteth it. Tt leaveth you when you would entertain a guest with light frivolities-but cometh back when you must needs bc working. Tt is the resource of the would-be polite, who in an unguarded moment have forgotten themselves. and now must ex- plain thc occasion of their exclamationg it is that murmuring to yourself which doth oecnr when an adjective-less individual treads on one for bothj of your pedal extremities. T recall. amongst many childhood events, a vaudeville show that once held my youthful attention. 'Twas there. from the parlance of a comedian, I re- ceived my first inkling of the value of nothing-at-all. The details of his declar- ation and of the process by which T arrived at a high valuation of nothing- at-all, T would withhold. even though T still retain a recollection of themg for T cannot but agree, School-fellow. with our mutual friend, Miss H---, in her abhorrence of a superfluity of irksome contingencies, yet. like her, T deplore as much a paucity of phraseological diction. Such is the qnandary that T contemplate. T perceive that the fulfillment of my own prophecy has overtaken me and my subject has entered into the context of my essay irretrievably. 1 This is nothing-at-all. T331 THE HISTORY OF A HEN Mildred A. Jordan, S'14. My mother intended to kill the little, soreheaded chick that had strayed to our place, but it found a soft spot, without any difficulty, in my childish heart, and I determined that die it should not. It was indeed a sad picture that chick, standing on long, gawky legs and seeming to care very little about its drooped head. I sat on the wash bench, with my chin in my hand and pondered. Finally I had an inspiration. I had seen Ellen Green-Ellen Green was the cook- put common coal oil on the heads of chickens afflicted in this manner. That would surely save the chick, I decided, if I could only keep him hidden in a safe place. With few objections on the part of the chicken, I wrapped him in my checked apron, then found a soap box, and journeyed far down past the garden into the weed patch, put the chicken under the box and went to find the oil can. I had just succeeded in locating it when my mother came out and asked me what I was doing there. At last, however, she went away. I got the can and slipped back to my patient. I fished out the disconsolate fowl, placed him between my knees and be- gan the treatment. After putting the oil on his head, I decided that as he was a very sick chicken, it would be well to anoint the whole body. Proudly I tended him every day, watching over him with the most tender care, thinking always of the lusty cock that would astonish my cruel family. My hopes were almost dashed on the third day when his feathers began to come off one by one. When I tried to make them grow again by putting on more oil, he strongly objected and I decided that he was getting better. In a week he was well and running about. I-Iow proud I was! One day my mother informed me that my chicken had laid an egg. Laid an egg? I was disgusted. He was a hen. It grew into a big, fat hen, perfectly willing to adopt any stray little chick that happened along, a proverbial stepmother, my father said. He added that it was crazy, that the oil had gone to its head, but I always in- sisted that thc poor thing must have had typhoid. l34l THE YELLOW STREAK Harold Cooke, S'14. The fire died away slowly. Hudson-watched with interest the dense black clouds of smoke roll from the building under the steady streams of water the firemen were playing. Here, Hudson, a fresh break out in front, shouted the captain from aiound a corner. At the same time the terrified shriek of a woman filled t e air. Hudson, again the captain shouted. Hudson hesitated, but at the second scream he rushed forward, brushing the crowd aside recklessly, hearing at the same time a faint Hudson shouted by the captain. The fire was out at last, but the damage was great. The men were tired, sore at the loss, and disgusted with everything. As the engine was backed into its place at the fire station, the captain arrived on his motorcycle. Hudson, what do you mean by disobeying orders? I want an explana- tion, he angrily exploded. Well, sir-ah-the woman's ery-I- Woman nothing! You know that when you are ordered you must obey, :nd you know the penalties. I don't care if there are fifty women needing elp. Yes, sir. No grandstand plays go with me, I tell you, and see there are none hereafter, he said, as he shook his fist for emphasis. That will be all, Hud- son, this time. They think I'm a coward, that I was afraid to climb that old ladder as Hogan did. I'll show them, he muttered. They think it a huge joke that I should show yellow, he growled to himself as he turned around. I guess that will hold you. Got your number, IIuddie? and Oh, you pretty boy, greeted him as he entered the sitting room where his comrades sat playing cards. Let me in the game, Shorty, and we will make it four-handed, pedro, or anything you want, he demanded of the man who sat at the table idly fingering the cards. No, beat it, we don't want you in it, and Run along, ma's boy, they answered him. Ile smiled rather sickly. It's better to smile that way than not to smile at all, he thought as he went down to the telephone. Vermont 2704, please. After a pause, I'Iello! ls Helen there? Helen? Yes, but she just left with Hogan, shall I call her? No-I-you needn't, he stammered. i351 Some of those fellows have told her. Why can 't they keep their mouths shut and mind their own business? He slowly pushed open the door and stepped out into the night. A cold north wind blew up his shirt sleeves, OH the snow banked deep against the house. Whew! What a night for a Iirc! A fellow would freeze to death go- ing to it, he chattered as he went back upstairs and prepared for bed. They'd better be ready, he mumbled, laying his trousers and buckled shoes at the foot of the bed. Blamed bad night for a fire. He awoke with a start, blinking at the lights. He heard the men rush- ing in the next room as he jumped into his trousers and buckled a shoe, but the other one? He looked on the chairs, under the bed and rugs, but it was too late. He slammed open his swinging doors and dropped down the brass pole just in time for a hold on the back stand as the driver threw oi the self-starting switch and dashed his machine into the street. Late, as usual, I-Iuddie, called the driver as Hudson donned his fire coat and long billed hat. Wherein he gasped, as the wind whistled past him. No. 21, right down town, shouted the driver, increasing his speed. . They were already in the business section of the city, and the screaming, death-warning cry of the deep-voiced siren echoed among the buildings as thy swerved around a corner and met the full blaze of a large fire two blocks ahead. One hose was already playing a stream upon the four stories of brick when they arrived. An awful start on us. You are late, shouted the captain as Hogan and Hudson unrolled their hose. Here you two, down this alley, play it on the second-story windows in the rear, save that and we can save the rest. If you don 't- And he rushed off in the darkness. They were freezing with the cold. The hose nozzle leaked, sending a thin, drenching spray over them. Hudson's shoeless foot was already numb, and the thin sheet of ice on their clothes was growing thicker. Play it in the other window, suggested Hogan. Slowly the stream splashed from one window to the other, but not without eifort from the men, for their muscles burned and pained when they moved. Their hands froze to the brass handles, and the wind driving through their icy clothes chilled them to the bone. I can 't stand this much longer, complained Hogan. Back up against the fence. With the fence at their backs the wind did not cut so cruelly, but the ice soon fastened them to the wall. Iiet's get out of here, we will freeze to death in a minute. It will soon be over, answered Hudson, shaking all over. But I tell you we will freeze, I can't move my hands now, they are l36l frozen already, I tell you. You are no colder than I am. I can't move, my back is frozen to the wall and one foot hasn 't any shoe, either. But Hogan wasn't listening to him. He had turned his head up the alley, but when a stream of ice cold water ran down his neck, he tore himself loose from the ice, and disappeared in the darkness. Hudson, left alone, tried to hold the stream steady by himself, but already his muscles were stiE, aching, and so tired he thought the hose would drop. Hogan! A pause, then Hogan again from the darkness. Hogan, I say! What is the trouble here? as the captain stumbled up the alley. Hogan is not here. Not here? Where is he? Who is this? I don 't know. This is Hudson. Oh! left, did he? Need any help, Hudson? ' No, I can do it all right, answered Hudson between his chattering teeth. His hands, in their icy covering, were protected from the wind. How warm the ice was! He pressed closer to the wall, letting the ice hold the hose, while he relaxed for the first time. Suddenly the right corner of the building fell, closing the entrance to the alley with a pile of brick and splintered wood. For the first time Huddie noticed that the blaze was out. He saw only the smoke, still rolling from a window near him, but he didn 't care, the stream still played in the window. He was warmer now, he could stand more of it, if necessary. The water stopped whirring from the nozzle, and the spray ceased to drench him. Was it over? Would they never come? Here he is, Hogan. Chop him loose. But it was the captain, not I-Iogan, who rescued him. ik ak ak Where are you going, Huddie? Tell us. Oh, nowhere in particular, he said as he let the door swing shut be- hind him, as he went to the telephone. He gave the familiar number and waited. l I wonder if she has heard. I wonder how she will feel. I wonder- Then came a cheery Hello! l37l ON FRIENDSHIP To a friend of my youth and the ehum of my girlhood I dedicate these lines. Isabel L. Turnbull, W'14. She is a daughter of sunshine and day, I am a child of night. In her hair, crown of glory, the sunbeams play, And her face is filled with the laughter of May. Her eyes were kissed by the first gray dawn That wakes in the woodland the bounding fawn. Her cheeks have caught the faintest blush That over the eastern sky does rush To proclaim the coming of light. She is a child of gladness and love, I am a daughter of dark. The bright crimson glow of the sunset above Islas touched her sweet lips, and the lone white dove Is her emblem of purity, spotless and fair. Ah! hers is the soul to love, and delight In the coming of dawn, fair herald of light. Her song is the song of the lark. I am a lover of moonlight and dreamy She is the Sunbeam bright That speeds to n1y heart a soft warm gleam To draw me back from the starlit stream, Where my soul in solitude walks alone To list -to the pine tree's whispered moan, Where the nightingale's song, so wild, so free, Awakens a longing, a yearning to be A part of the mystic night! 'Tis not because she is as fair as the morn, Or dusky as twilight I. Of far mightier things is a friendship born That brightens two lives, and lifts them, reborn, To a peaceful realm of happy grace, And makes a heaven of the commonplace. For friendship comes when two loving hearts In confidence, sympathy, trust combine. l38l Nor petty fault, nor grievance parts Where the love of friendship does entwine Two souls so happily. And yet, Lest we forget, Dear Ileart, I pray, And forgetting, do mar our happy day With thoughts and words that bring regret, May our love prove strong as friend to friend, Be beautiful, perfect, without an end, E'en after our youth 's flown by! JOHNNY 'S BEST FRIEND Harold Tucker, W'l5. The cry mad dog excited the loungers into immediate action. They followed the village marshal, who was carrying a heavy shotgun, down one street and up another in their mad endeavor to kill the harmless, panting, frightened, childrcn's friend. The dog's name was Jack. He had a common name, for he was only a common dog. He had appeared in the town one chilly morning-shaggy, thin, and shivering. He was friendless, but friendly, and it was not long until he met Johnny, whom he rescued-not from a mere bodily danger-but from one much worse, the disease of lonesomeness. Jack and Johnny were comrades, Jack was Johnny's best friend. The dog ran to a haven of safety. I-Ie ran up the narrow back stairs that led to Johnny's home and burst in upon his playmate. Such rejoicing, such happiness-but short was the time it lasted. The leader of the crazy, puffing mob demanded the dog. The village mar- shal is all powerful, and he snapped a chain on Jack's only earthly possession, a measly leather collar, and led him to the door. The dog hesitated, he stopped, and with sorrowful eyes he turned to pay a tribute to his last master. The door opened and closed. The smothered sobbing of a child was the only sound to be heard. l39l MY FRIEND HENRY'S LOVE FOR DANCING Ben Rich, S'15. It was not my love for dancing that prompted me to consent to join Henry Bronson in, as I understood it, a perfectly enjoyable dancing party at the Gamut Club one night last month. It was rather a spirit of good fellowship, or, I might say, adventure. The admission is one dollar, said Henry. G-reat guns, said I, digging deep into my pocket, for a lone nickel has a wonderful adaptability to the deepest corner of one 's pocket. But the price of admission was not the main source of conversation as We walked beneath the edge of a dripping umbrella. Henry had a beautiful scheme, although it terminated diferently from the way he had anticipated. You see, said Henry, I expected you to have a machine this evening. We could leave our hats and coats in it and go into the dance hall after any intermission just as if we had been in before. But you haven 't the auto, so we shall have to think up some other way of working my scheme. We were gazing by this time through the front doors at the familiar figures on that wonderful polished floor. Some were bouncing, some whirling and some gliding, while other skipped, glided, and dipped. But all were dancing as if that delightfully colored and extremely soothing elixir, called punch, which sat so conspicuously on the side table, had for its main ingredient a. supernatural incentive to prompt the dancers in their pursuit of that pastime so primitively established by mankind. . Henry 's dollar was not forthcoming and my nickel was wholly inadequate. I was rather amused at our situation. But Henry was growing desperate, for if I may pcrsonify dancing in this particular reminiscen ce, I am grammatically, as well as technically, correct in saying that Henry loves dancing. Presently our wits served us. We remembered seeing a triangular blackboard, such as a merchant in groceries would use to set in front of his store to advertise his wares, standing under a porte cochere adjacent to the dance hall. It was not long before our hats, coats, and umbrella were safely under this blackboard and we were adding to the brilliancy of the polish on the floor. Amidst our gaiety, or I should say, Henry 's hilarity, for Henry has a great love for dancing, we were approached by a friend who calmly informed me that the management in league with the watchman had confiscated our hats and coats and incidentally a perfectly good umbrella. This sad news, bringing our evening's mirth to a close, came like the last line of some thrilling and noble novel to an intense reader. It was a desperate but fruitless game of Hat, hat, who's got the hat? that followed. I searched every accessible corner of the building but to no avail. If ever I unjustly taxed my wits, it was on that eventful night. I can not even say that a hundred thoughts dashed through my mind of which I l40l could take no advantage. There were no ideas conceivable. Dutch Charlie, the dance manager, as I soon learned, had our aggregate twenty-five dollar security. What were we to do? There was only one alternative 3 that was to buy back our belongings for the price of admission. Oh, Dutch, said I, hailing the 'cruel person in question, did the watch- man bring you a couple of hats and coats and an umbrella found by the side entrance? He did, were his anticipated but terribly harsh words. What are they worth? I asked, as if I were buying some novelties in neckwear. About two dollars apiece, were the less anticipated but more terribly harsh words which gave Henry, the lover of dancing, and me to understand that we would have to pay double the price of admission. In a joking way, for my friend Henry is a jovial lad, we declared the action against us uncon- stitutional, and appealed to Charlie's good fellowship. But, metaphorically speaking, Henry and I were under his paw! The dance was now well over. Dutch Charlie, out of pity, allowed us our hats that we might go home like gentlemen. Through Henry's slip of tongue, or maybe through Dutch Chai-lie's miscalculations, Henry was given his umbrella and coat for one dollar. The management was still safe. It had my coat, which was easily worth ten dollars, as insurance of the payment of the three dollars yet due. After giving the impression that I would call upon Dutch-I had become quite familiar with him by this time and was calling him Dutch, whether for short or whether in disgust I do not know-and pay the handsome sum of three dollars, Henry and I pushed out into the storm with our hands in our pockets and our heads down to dodge the mocking rain. Social and business obligations held me from recovering my coat for some time. But upon a certain day of a certain night upon which I needed this particular coat for a more legitimately patronized dancing party, I called around to Dutch 's house. I was resolved that my wit or my physical strength should serve me Well. For ever since that adventurous night, I was of the opinion that three dollars, even two, yes, I say one dollar, was too much to charge for such extraordinary, non-beneficial and extremely untimely exercise as dancing. Upon my arrival at Dutch 's home, I knocked at the door. A lady appeared whom I recognized as Dutch 's mother. I believe Charlie has a coat here of mine, was my nonchalant remark. Yes, but Charlie isn't home from school and you will have to wait till he comes, was the decisive reply. But he gave me to understand that I could get the coat by calling for it, I answered. Oh, very well, she said, appearing satisfied, if you have made arrange- ments with him, I will give you the coatf' After the coat had been delivered, I paid the lady one dollar, and hastily drew the garment out of her reach. After displaying as much courtesy as the l41l -7 YYVY i Y circumstances justified, I hurried down the steps. l had still the danger of encountering Dutch on his way home from school. As he was much larger than I, I slipped the coat on as a precautionary measure. Had I met him there was one resource left-to tell him that his mother had been paid in full. For I had reasoned that that particular lie would not be as bad as his unjust extrac- tion of two dollars from my slender capital besides the one dollar paid for admission to what afterwards proved to be a most uninteresting afair. I chuckled, as I went down the walk, at the chagrined Dutch upon learning of my strategic negotiations with his mother. But as I was boarding the car for home, I happened to think what a good joke it all was on myself, to say nothing of the joke on my friend Henry, who has a wonderful love for dancing. ON BEING SMALL Katherine Crabtree, S'14 . Wouldn't you like to be small? It is really very nice. Just think of the unpleasant things which are avoided and the pleasant ones enjoyed by being small. You are seldom asked to remove your hat that some person in the rear may see--especially is this nice when your hair isn't combed or you have a new Easter bonnet. You are not often taken for eighteen, when that great age has really been reached. You are rarely scolded by some gigantic member of the faculty for not having your lesson, because you are so little. . Aren't you sorry you aren't small? Wonderful clothes can be made from four yards of cloth, when, if you were larger, six would be required. Thus the cost of living is reduced. The present styles for ruffles, pegs, frills, ripples, and tight skirts can be adopted with comfort. You never need to eat lemons, climb mountains, take exercises, or live on a diet to reduce your weight. In fact, you are often begged to eat many dainty, appetizing things that you may get some flesh on those bones. You are never accosted with, You're so large for your age, or, I should hate to be as large as you, or, I should never have known you, for you have grown so fast. You can squeeze through a crowd and find room to stand in corners and crevices when there was abso- lutely no more space vacant. There are, of course, a few disadvantages to being small. It isn 't extremely pleasant to be sat upon in crowded street cars, nor is it pleasing to be called little sister by the younger members of the family. Neither do you enjoy Being looked down upon by the world at large. Perhaps the greatest dis- advantage is not to be able to wear your mother's clothes, for the proportion of her clothes to yours is 211. Nevertheless I am optimistic. I enjoy being small. L421 And frame your mind to mirth and morriment, Which hurs E1 thousand harms and Iongthons life. -Shakespeare SPRING FEVER Don Short, S'l4. Did you ever get spring fever? Say, ain't it the darnedest thing? It gets me every year just when The birds begin to sing. I feel like my legs want stretehin' And my lungs seem to long for fresh air, 'N' I want my 'high boots and soft collar, 'N' don 't want to comb my hair. I get so sick of theaters 'N' dances 'n' school 'n' booksg I Want to get out in the mountains Witli the trees 'n' birds '11' brooks. So I go out in the woodshed And dig up my skillet 'n' things, And sharpen my axe and skinner, 'Cause every breeze just sings Of things goin' on in the mountains. Oh! oh! How I want to get out- Way out in the big tall mountains With the birds 'n' squirrels 'n' trout. So I get out my gun 'n' my fish lines- 'Cause I know I'm goin' 'fore long, And when I'm out on the trail at last Then life 's just one sweet song, As I breathe in the air of the mountains And their music fills my ears. Say! aiu 't you glad when you get spring fever Along in the first of the year? l44l A SPRINGTIME IDYLL - Angelonia Hoimeister, S '15, On an early April day I sat on' the bank of a babbling brook in the forest. Around me everywhere were evidences of the glad spring awakening. The birds in the tree-tops, home from their migration to the South, filled the air with notes of purest beauty, and even the tiny leaves, which were slowly unfolding in the warm sunlight, whispered their joy to the soft westwind, as it gently rustled through the forest. The sunbeams, too, as' they danced through the branches, seemed anxious to do their part in bringing light and warmth into the forest. Here and there, nestled and almost hidden in the soft green messes, peeped a few purple violets-the royal gems of the forest. Stooping to smell of their delicate fragrance, I imagined I could hear soft voices. What was it the violets seemed to say? Oh, how good it is to live and bloom in this beautiful forest! Dreamily I listened again. and this is what I heard: How warm and light is this fragrant spot. and how good is mother Na- ture to put us here! they said. What a change is this life from that which we live in the winter months when we sleep in the dull, dark earth to await the call of spring to come forth. Now closer I bent to the flowers. and in turn whispered, But, little violets, do you never long to grow and blossom in pathways where people passing may admire your beauty and fragrance? Do you not sometimes long for the stir of the world? Again the flowers seemed to say, No, no. we are grateful to be just here. To this haven come men and women who. exhausted with their daily toil, need the quiet and beauty of nature to soothe their weary souls. Here, too, may come someone in whose heart lies an unsettled song needing but the inspiration of nature to call it forth. The artist, too. sorrowing over the world's inharmonies, finds here the comfort he needs. Yes, we are glad to be here, for, though small, we have our part to do to make life more beautiful. I looked about me now with a new interest. Each bud, each leaf, each tiny blade of grass was just the little part which gave to the quiet nook the charm and beauty ofthe whole. Musing, I strayed to the mossy bankf Thank you, little teachers, for the lesson you have taught me. Indeed life is worth while in the humblest details. 'In small proportions we just beauties see, And in small measure life may perfect be.' l45l THE ROBBER COMES TO MRS. JONES' HOUSE AT MIDNIGHT Lucie S. Coen, W'1,6. The attic was almost in darkness, but We were able to see beyond us chairs and boxes arranged in a row and so we stumbled over to them. As we had a little time to wait before the performance began, I looked about me. The attic was unfinishedg the rafters in the ceiling and the unplastered walls showing dimly around us. I managed to make out an old cedar chest, sug- gestive of treasured relics, a couple of horsehair trunks overflowing with old fashioned garments, and a marble top sideboard that had seen its best day. O11 a little stand was a lantern whose dim light caused the objects to take on a weird aspect. Sounds from in front of me turned my attention toward the stage. The children had rigged up as curtains two old, white bed quilts on a string. They caused much amusement in the audience, for they were always falling down at inopportune moments and always clutched by some mysterious hand from behind. Readyl came a loud whisper from the stage, and the curtain was dragged aside with spasmodic jerks. The Robber Comes to Mrs. Jones' House at Midnight Act I. Scene: Mrs. Jones' House. Time--7:30 p. m. The room is dimly lighted. Over at one side on the floor is a mattress with some covers and a pillow. There is a big window directly facing us. Near it is an old-fashioned sideboard. In the middle of the floor is a table with a book and an oil lamp. Mrs. Jones CJohn, age SD is sitting in a chair near by. His makeup consists of a very long black skirt. Sitting at the mother's feet is the seven-year-old daughter, Mary. Mary Cgetting up with extreme self-consciousnessl-''Mother, will you read me a story? Mother Cshrillyj- Yes, dearie, just a little one. She reads from the primer. It is very quiet. Every now and tl1e11 a puH of wind threatens to blowout the light. Mary yawns. Mother Cjumping up suddenlyj- Good gracious, child! It is way past your bed time. Go to bed at once. Mary Casidel- Am I supposed to say my prayers? Mother fasiclej- Well, I guess you'd better. Everybody does. Hurry up!! Mary Cloudlyj- Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I-Cembarrasscd pausej. CAsidel- I-I've forgotten rest. How does the next line go? Mother Casidel- Aw, let it go and get into bed. Nobody'll know the l46l difference CCovers her upj. Good night. CShe then stalks over to the table, turns down the light and goes out, The curtains are drawn together like a f'lash.j Of course the audience has enjoyed itself to the utmost-is almost in hysterics, in fact. We greet the second act with loud applause. Act II. Same scene at midnight. The child is still sleeping. Horrors! What is that coming in the Win- dow? It is the burglar CCharles, age IOQ. He creeps in with stealth. He looks around. He is very plump with a suggestion of pillows. I-Ie has on a dark suit, evidently belonging to his father, for the trousers are generously turned up at the bottom. The sleeves are likewise shortened. Around his neck is tied a red bandana handkerchief. and an old slouch hat is pulled down far over his face, which is of an inky hue. Robber Cspying Maryl- Ah, a little girl sleeping! CExamining her closelyl. I'll just lay my pistol down and get busy. CStarts to rifle side- boardj Enter Mrs. Jones. Sees the burglar. Mr. Jones- Oh, oh! CCalls for help and seizes the pistol.D Robber Cturningj- Not a sound, lady. or I'll blow your brains out. Give me that gunf' CHe clutches her and they go down togetherj Mary awakens. Sits up in bed. Screams. Mother! Burglars! Ile-e-l-p! He-e-el-pl In through the door from some place comes a big policeman fEdWard, age 71. He wears a polieeman's helmet and carries a club proudly fiourished. Policeman- Here you. Hands up! CBegins prodding the robber with his elubj. A Robber-- Say! That ain't fair. Quit it. Policeman- Who's hitting you, you big baby? I'm not. Stop crying. You're spoiling everything. fljounds harder.D Crash! Bang! Screams from the audience. Now they've done it. Hurry, or they'll set fire to the whole place. Edward 's mother runs forward and catches hold of Edward 's collar. Edward! Edward! Stop it at once. Do you hear me? The robber and the policeman are separatedg the fragments of the lamp are picked up. Then with one accord the kind hearted audience bursts into loud applause, but the defeated actors will not respond with an encore. l47l THE TEST Anne Redmond, S'15. Dear me! I just wish there were no school. I'm stupid, even if I do hate French, Spanish, geometry and history and everything about school, espe- cially now, when I want to be out of doors. Ned flung himself down on the long grass and lay full length in the shade of the large pepper tree. He was a frecklc-faced lad of about fourteen, with a great shock of red hair. He lay still and gazed up into the large leafy branches of the tree. It was an hour before school, and he didn 't need to hurry. As he peered upward he heard a loud voice saying, Young fellow, you are most decidedly lazy. Do you realize that we are making history every day? Do you come from the United States'? ' Ned replied in the affirmative by a nod of his head. It's a democratic government. We're all free people, said Ned. You are a smart boy, maybe you can help me out. I am trying to find the 11a1nes of your presidents in order. Did Ulysses S. Grant come before or after Lincoln? ' I-I-don't-know, stammered the boy. Don't know! But Ncd was running away with all his might and the old man with his short waistcoat and powdered wig was left to ponder over the strange incident. Ned found himself in a forest. Tall trees of all kinds covered with green vines were standing in rows that seemed to stretch to the horizon. He walked ahead a little way, wondering how he would get out, when he met a gentle- man who was built along straight and angular lines. Ilis head bore a strong resemblance to a block of wood. Young man, he said, since I meet you in the forest without any food, and since you gaze with trcpidation in practically every direction, I presume that it will not be impertinence on my part to say that you are lost. You're right, old man, said Ned, I'm lost. Can you tell me how to get out of here and how long it'll take me? Certainly, These trees are growing in parallel lines. Together these lines form a large rectangle. This rectangle is seventeen rows wide and thirty- five long. You are exactly three miles from the center, which is marked by a gnarlcd oak. You can reach the center by following this row of trees which forms a right angle with the path you have been walking on. From the center it is twelve miles- Muttering something about being in a hurry, Ned started on a run through the forest, pursued by geometrical problems. Turning around a big palm tree he found himself in the entrance to a store. My, I'm hungry. That sure was a narrow escape. Say mister, how l48l much do you charge for your cheese? Yo no hablo en ingles, senor. gQue quiere Vd? Spanish! thought Ned, and I can hardly speak English. Senor, yo- quiso, queria, quiero, quiero algo, gque es cheese? Algo de eso, said Ned, stumbling along. Hooray! I got over that all right. I The man with the sombrero started to cut the cheese. With a flourish Ned took out his pocketbook. Clearing his throat, he asked, gComo mucho? gQuiere Vd mas? asked the Spaniard. Seeing that the man was going to cut oif some more, Ned showed him by signs that he wanted only a small piece. In the same way he obtained some apples, and, throwing his money down on the counter he left the store pre- cipitately. His face was hot and flushed, and, sitting down under one of the broad trees which shaded the merry brook, he took out his apples and cheese, and commenced to eat. Everything seemed to forbode evil to him. The leaves of the trees whispered to each other, the brook laughed at him in noisy mock- ery. He heard footsteps and looking around he saw a boy about his own height regarding him wistfully with an expression of hunger in his steady, gray eyes. You may have an apple if you like, said Ned. Monsieur, vous etes tres bou. J'ai faim. Taking the apple he made a low bow, and smiling said, Je vous suis bien reconnaissantf' French! Will I ever have any peace? It's a wonder they don't begin to talk German. Soon he heard shouts of glee, and, rushing towards him, came a crowd of boys, laughing and shouting. One of the boys stepped up to him, and hold- ing out his hand said, Gluten Tag, mein Freund. Donner und Blitzen! said our hero with a broad smile, grasping the outstretched hand. It was the only German he knew. The boys laughed, and, taking his apples, divided them amongst themselves. When they saw his other package, they screamed, Kase auch ! Poor Ned! Leaving the intruders to eat his dinner, he ran and never stopped until their shouts and laughter had been lost in the woods behind him. Panting and exhausted, he lay down on the grass, and closed his eyes on the precise rows of trees with their mocking leaves and angularity. He put up his hands to rub his burning forehead and then went groping into space. He touched his shoulders and found that there was no head on them. So it was true. His teacher had often told him that he had no head for lessons. He had no head! Springing up in terror, Ned found himself in the vacant lot with the wild flowers and long grass waving in the gentle breeze. The birds were singing in the tree above him, and in the distance he heard a bell faintly ringing. He would be late to school. He ran with all his might and reached the school yard just two minutes late. The teacher intended to keep him after school but when he heard Ned ' l49l explain the hardest problem in geometry and name the presidents in order from George Washington to Woodrow Wilson, his astonishment got the better of him and Ned's name went on the Roll of Honor. That freckle-faced boy with his shock of red hair was the first to leave school that evening. WANDERINGS IN A CHURCH YARD Gerda Fredericksen, S'14. I have come to love the churchyard intimately. I go there at all seasons and in all moods. Not that I go there to cherish and honor the memory of some beloved spirit with whom I was closely associated when it dwelt in its mortal habitation, no, I go there to think, to wonder, to imagine. I go there to be reminded of what I have to do and how short time is allowed me to do it in, to be taught that, Not myself, but the truth which in life I have spoken, ' Not myself, but the seed which in life I have sown Shall pass on to ages-all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done. The churchyard is the visible border between the here and the hereafter. How strange that not even in this sacred place will man abandon his love of externals! Here he who possessed material riches, or the appearance of them even, is still distinguished from him whose earthly goods were but a light burden. Yes, indeed, men are buried in first, second, or third class ground according to the size of their worldly accumulations. The venerable church bells ring not for the poor, however virtuous his life, but they do ring for the rich, however mean his life. Inexplicable inconsistency! These and many other things I wonder at, but I said also that I imagined. Here, as in no other place, I find suggestions with which to connect straying thoughts and occasional bits of knowledge. How often have I come to walk between the tombstoncs with the mind restless from pure desire to be active! What romances has it not woven for itself? The mere appearance of a Spanish name on a wooden crossgpartly covered with snow, suggests immediately a life whose only desire has been, Fort zum Suslem! Fort nach Spanien! Su das Land voll Sonnenschein! Every name has its suggestions. Now it is a political outcast, now one who has spent his life in the service of humanity, now a young girl who died from unrequited love. I like to wander in the churchyard. One is so near to death and through that so near to life, awed with the mystery of the beyond and through that fully realizing the earnestness of the present. E501 THE CALL OF SUMMER Sarah Smith, S'14. As the summer time approaches, most people begin to feel an irresistible impulse to get out into the open where freedom of life and cessation from care may be enjoyed, if but for a short time. With the coming of July there is a general exodus to mountain, seashore, or summer resort. Personally, I prefer camping in the mountains. There is always a solemn grandeur about these sentinels of God, these towers of strength for those who seek peace and poise. If such a vacation is contemplated, one should determine to overlook such annoyances as bumpy mattresses, canned food, and crawling things, and make the best of those inconveniences which necessarily follow separation from a gas range and city water. These are the discomforts to which one must resign himself: but how much they are overshadowed by the enjoyment of the ex- quisite beauty of a canyon along whose bed flows a sparkling brooklet! The stately silence of the old trees, gently swaying their branches in the quiet air and casting their shadows upon the clear, cool water of the wandering stream. has always a calming influence. Through the lace-like verdure over- head. occasional glimpses of a bright blue sky may be seen, and when one emerges into the sunshine. one hardly knows which is more charming, the soli- tude of the shadows or the drowsy hum of insect life and the song of birds in the sunlight. The murmuring of the brook as it plashes over its stony bed isa song to which one may listen for hours. and the cool dark places between the stones along the edge of its bank furnish hiding places for the most interest- ing. elusive minnows. Pan there be any more delightful wav of spending an afternoon than by following the stream to some comfortable resting place and ensconcing our-'s self in a secluded nook. where he may read a favorite author or listen to the voice of Nature as she explains her secrets? But in order to enjoy fully the loveliness of the surroundings one must be in harmony with them. There are two sides to camp life. just as there are two sides to many an- other question. lf you are afraid of poison oak. snakes and stillness, if you hanker after the flesh pots of Egypt -do not try camping, for you will not enjoy it. If, on the other hand, you seek poise and restfulness, and will accept only these, by all means try a vacation in the mountains, camping with two or three congenial companions. You will return to your winter's work refreshed and invigorated. l51l THE SOUTHERN WILDWOOD Mildred A. Jordan, S'14 Again in the realm of childhood I wander 'neath the sun of gold As it seeps thru the southern Wildwood Myriads of beauties to unfold. Thru that same old southern Wildwood, Glides the bayou, quiet and slow, Comforting the sorrowing cypress Where it meets its shadow below. On the murmuring depths of its waters Float lilies in pads of green Whispering of elves and of fairies Who linger awhile there to dream. It 's true, they say, that the violets With their faces of heavenly blue, Are bits of sky that the angels Snipped out for the stars to shine thru. High in the lofts of the tree tops The birds build their nest in the springg They laugh, they love, and they chatter- But gladden the World when they sing. With the first sweet chimes of that springtime Wlicn April showers fall, The wilds seem a glory of dogwood, The flower that 's loved best of all. But, oh, in the mystic night-time The south wind softly blows Bringing the breath of the jessamine And the fragrance of the rose. Tho' the beauties of that southland Are doubly dear to me Not I-but the birds in their chorus Can sing them with lovable glee. l52l A PARTY L. S. As a child I was atiiicted with shyness-for timidity, in its most acute form is an aiiliction, indeed, and I suffered CI liked this word suffered - it sounded so heroicj because of it. One afternoon the postman brought me a letter--not an ordinary letter of the usual size, but a charming little affair, very small and sealed with pale blue sealing wax, with my name written across it in bold handwriting. What is it, dear? asked mother, who had come up behind me. Let us open it and see! And when I had opened it and read it aloud, she gave a little cry of delight. Why how nice this is l she exclaimed. How lovely of Helen to invite you to her party! You must wear your prettiest party dress and slippers. But--you don 't seem pleased, dear. What is the matter? I ran to her and hid my face in her gown. Oh, mother, I don't want to go! I cried. Please say I don 't have to. I want to stay at home, here, with you. Not want to go? cried mother, amazed. Why, it will be lovely for yOu, and just the thing to help overcome your shyness. Now don't let me hear any more of this. Tuesday evening will see you on your way to Helen 's. When Tuesday evening came around it found a very nervous little girl wait- ing in the hall. When the carriage came I was bundled in, and the coachman told when to bring me home. As we crunched down the driveway, looking back I could see them all waving to me from the porch, and shouting, Have a nice time! Good-bye. The evening was cool, and I shivered, but more from fright than from cold, I think. As the carriage drew up before the house of my friend, I could see the brightly lighted windows and hear peals of laughter. Helen met me at the door. Oh, I'm so glad you're here! she cried. Just come into the library. I followed her with a guilty air, and felt the floor sinking from beneath me as I saw what looked to be hundreds of boys ranged round the room CI found out afterwards that there were not over fifteenj. My hostess, perfectly at her ease and looking as charming as a picture, insisted on introducing each one of them to me, and I think my awkwardness must have communicated itself to them, for they grew red and confused with me, while they met the other girls with perfect self-possession. l53l The introductions over, games followed. After the old stand-bys like blind man's bu1f and hunt the thimblew had been exhausted, my hostess announced that we would play a new game- pussy-cat. This sounded in- teresting and I listened eagerly while she explained the directions. Each girl, it seemed, had to kneel before a .boy and make a noise like a cat, her object being to make him laugh, and she had to keep at it until she did. Agony of agonies! I-Iow could I ever do it? At last my turn came. Kneel- ing before the handsomcst boy in the room- a great drawing card, Helen told me afterward-I tried to mew. The mew stuck in my throat, and I could only gurgle. As I knelt there, a bright scarlet, the beads of perspiration on my forehead, the boy, who probably had a sense of humor, tittered, and, un- der the general laugh that followed, I escaped. I slipped through a door and into a little study lined with bookshelves, where I sank into a large armchair, breathless. I was aroused by Helen 's voice. 'tWhy, what are you doing here? Come into the library immediately. We 're going to have refreshments in the dining room, and you must get your partner. A new terror seized me. Face that crowd again? Never! I sat firm in my chair. You're keeping us all waiting, cried one of the other girls, who had slipped in, so grabbing Helen's hand in a convulsive grip, I allowed her again to lead me into the library. My partner, as fate would have it, was the very handsome boy for whom I had tried to mew some moments ago. Offering me his arm with an heroic gesture with something of the martyr in it, he led me to the dining room, and while We ate, completely ignored me, devoting his attentions to an extremely pretty girl on his left. Who could blame him? My heart leaped for joy when, before the refreshments were over, I hard a grud voice at the door, asking for me. They're not through yet, I heard the maid answer. Can't you come a little later? Wait! I shouted, jumping up, and without a word to excuse my rude- ness, I ran upstairs and had my things on in two seconds. The next minute I was sitting in the carriage, snugly wrapped in rugs, and we were bowling over the roads on our way home. In telephoning to Helen the next day I explained my hasty departure l54l as due to necessity CI did not specifyj and that I had not been able to see her before leaving. But, I added, I had a lovely time. I did. I'm so glad, she replied. And to this day, I really believe she thinks THE PILG-RIM'S HYMN ON THE ROAD TO CANTERBURY Ruth Parrish, W '16. As we from out Southwerk our way did wenden, Bright was the sun that light to us did lenden, And wakened from its slepe each smale foule. Green was the grass that grew upon the mede, Ful bright and fresshe the floures whyte and rede, Bluebells and ek yellow daifodilles. Ful sweetly sang the sparkling little rilles. Our hertes ek did singe to God above To thank him for the springtime and His love: We thank thee, Fader, Lorde of lighte, Our praise to thee we singe, Thou art the Godde of day and nighte And Maker of the Springe. - Alleluia! Alleluia! Praises singe, Unto our Maister, Lord and Kinge. Ii55l BASEBALL BY PROXY Dorothy Walker, S'16. Well, John, ever since I was so high, I've heard baseball, read base- ball, and even dreamed baseball, and now that our Billie has got on the baseball team while he 's at college, I guess I'll have to go and see the baseball game next Thursday. No, you won't, now, Sarah. Your place is right here on this farm. Be- sides, if you 're so very curious to know all about it, I'll go and tell you 'bout it when I get home. I have to go fer groceries some day this week, and I might jes' as well go Thursday an' see the baseball game, too. A baseball game is fer men, anyhow. Oh, very well, John. No use to argue, nohow. On the day of the baseball game John Judson went out to the stable and hitched up. I won't be home till Saturday, 'count o' the hosses needin' shoein' and the wagon needin' piecin' up a bit. Mrs. Judson watched the wagon till it disappeared from view and the hoof beats of the horses were muilled in the distance. She sighed as she turned away to resume her work. She did not sing as she went about her daily tasks and the frown in her forehead deepened as the day wore on. ' On Friday evening she was busy in the kitchen frying doughnuts when she heard the front door open and Billy's jubilant whistle. She raised her head with a significant smile as if to say, His side won. My how good those doughnuts smell! I hope they taste as good! They did, and as Bill rapidly devoured the crisp brown rings with evi- dent delight, he gave his mother a glowing account of the previous day's triumphs. By George, you're coming to the next game, mother. Why, I've got it! We'll go to see the moving pictures of it downtown. Oh, by the way, dad said to tell you that there was such a rush in town that he couldn 't get the horses shod till some time next week, so he won't be home tomorrow. So we 'll go to the picture show Monday and you can see the whole game through. Meanwhile, John was enjoying many a chat with his old cronies in town. Happening to pass by the moving picture theater on Monday evening, he was attracted by the huge sign which advertised the baseball pictures. Guess I'll go in and see 'em. I'll be sure to remember every detail when I tell Sarah about it, then, he said to himself as he bought his ticket at the door. A moment later his face was a study as he stared aghast at a small bonnet bobbing up and down on the front row, and the athletic form of Billy who was busy telling his mother just what was happening. As John slunk out of the door ahead of the crowd, he grinned sheep- ishly to himself and muttered, Guess she'll remember all the details even if I forget 'em! E561 ALONE AT CAMP Gladys L. Sopp, S'15. The last mellow rays of the sinking midsummer sun lighted up the erags of the forest-covered mountain side in bright contrast to the mysterious, blue depths of the valleys, and, playing hide and seek among the drooping branches of the stately pines, turned the mountain river to a molten silver stream. With an indefinable feeling of loneliness, Lucia watched the golden sun in the west until it disappeared from view over the distant range of mountains. When at last the short summer twilight gave place to darkness, Lucia rose from the knotty log. As she threw pine knots among the glowing coals, they crackled and hissed of cheer and brightness, which brought forth a responsive song from her lips. But suddenly she remembered that she was alone, and lonesome. There were the two white tents among the pines, standing like haunting ghosts of the past, for it seemed to her troubled mind that she had been there alone for ages, when in reality it had been less than two hours since the crowd had left on a night excursion with jovial instructions to David and her to guard the camp well, and then-that petty quarrel with David! She had thought that she was the only person who was wronged, and after offending his admirable pride, she had sent him away. O, why had she done it? She saw now it was all her fault, and she wanted him so badly! The small feathered folk of the mountain chirped dreamily to their sweet- hearts as they cuddled together in the tree-tops, a loving pair of wood-doves cooed to each other from the shrubberyg even the old bull frog, as he croaked hoarsely 'for water, was answered by a host of froglet admirers on the fern bank. But these sounds of loving nature only increased her lonesome feeling. The merciless screech owl, as he circled down the mountain side, screamed, He 's gone, he's gone! Your fault, you did it! An intense desire possessed her to run-run anywhere, away from that awful loneliness, from that dull pain which increased around her heart. As she lifted her pale face towards the heavens, even the stars were hidden by passing clouds. With a heart-breaking sob, she sank down upon the cool grass, and lay still in deep despair. The trees overhead, as they were swayed by the evening breeze, creaked and moaned like departed spirits, the distant wail and disconsolate bark of the coyote sup- plemented hcr feelings of desolation. For a long time she lay thus, her unseeing eyes beholding nothing in the darkness but the hurt, pained expression of David 's face as she told him to leave her. But suddenly, Lucia found herself listening to a faint refrain, borne to her on the evening breeze. She was hypnotized by the soothing sound of the music as though it were touched by fairy hands. Then she was brought back from those ethereal 'realms of forgetfulness by hearing the familiar strains Of La Paloma, and a few yards down the trail she recognized the bold, mili- tary stride of David. Springing to her feet, Lucia firmly clenched her teenth l57l and stood in positive defiance. No, she would not show any sentimental weak- ness. and he needn 't come back without her consent! ' As the boy finished the refrain, he unslung the guitar from his shoulder, tossed it carelessly on a mossy mound, and strode within the circle of the fire light, saying gently, I had to come, Lucia, I couldn't stay away! Then all her studied reserve flew to the four winds of heaven, and as he clasped her in his arms, she realized how she had really missed him. And the full, summer 's moon, rising from behind a distant peak, which was silhouetted darkly against the starry sky, converted the mountain into a fairy scene of dancing lights and mystic shadows, while the turtle doves still cooed overhead. A COLLAR-BUTTON Ramon Crowell, S '14. A collar-button is an article of very small intrinsic value. Its importance can, however, in times of need, assume gigantic proportions. This little bit of gold, brass, or whatever it may be made of, as unim- portant as it may seem in the lives of men, is, perhaps, responsible for more woe in this world for its size than anything one can think of. Many is the family quarrel that has started by a man 's swearing at his wife because she stands and laughs at him when he searches under the bed for that collar-button. Greater still is his wrath if, after an hour's search, he finds that it fell down the back of his shirt. Q As cheap as they may be and as many as one may buy, there never seems to be an extra one handy when the old one falls behind the bureau. One gen- erally discovers, too, that there is nothing quite similar enough in shape to take its place. One might be able to appreciate the value of this insignificant article if he could only assemble the kingdoms that have been offered for the revelation of its hidden presence. He might realize its awful influence if he could count the souls lost and the New Year's resolutions broken by spontaneous bursts of profanity that have been drawn from the unfortunate one as he hears the whistle of the last train to the city and still is unable to locate that collar-button. But like every other thing in this world that is really of fundamental importance, it receives more abuse than appreciation, Many is the man that, when his collar-button digs into his tender neck, wishes that the inventor of those instruments of torture was across the river Styx. However, let us not be too hard on the collar-button, but tolerate it and hope for the best. Let us be patient and dream of some future day when we may be able to place in the hall of fame the figure of an inventor of a collar- buttonless collar. l58l TEDDY Nina Lord, S'14 If you hear two noisy feet ascending the stairs several steps at a time, if the door of the quiet sitting-room bursts open as if an army were storming it, If a cap is tossed to the ceiling, and a merry face with roguish, black eyes and tumbled hair appears before you, while a ringing voice cries, Hooray! Mother, no school termorrer! that 's Teddy. u If the garden is spaded up in quest of angle worms, if there is a demand nrthe household for twine and a well-filled lunch box, if the same boyish voice cries, Mother, have you seen my cap?f' that 's Teddy, and he's going a-fishing. h If you hear a merry whistle on the doorstep, if a jack-knife is busily shap- ing some pieces of soft wood, if a voice calls, Mother, will you cook me some paste? that's Teddy, and he's making a kite. If the sandman has made his nightly round and two eyes are heavy, if two arms are thrown lovingly about someone's neck, if a pleading voice says, Mother, will you tell me a story? that's Teddy and he's sleepy now. . If an evening prayer is drowsily murmured, if a good-night kiss is sleepily glveng if a low voice whispers, Good-night, mother, dear, that 's Teddy, and he's fast asleep. THE BIRDS' MORNING CALL Lorraine Frankenfield, S'14. Quick! quick! From your nests! The sun! the sun! Come! Come! On those crests The purple's turned dun. The black of the leaves Has softened to gray. Wake, birdies, wake! 'Tis almost day. The pale morning star Fades into the sky. Hush! Earth is sighing As Night passes by. Quick! quick! From your nests! We must on the wing. The mountains are golden- Sing, birdies, sing! l59l THE SENIORHS FAREWELL Rose Tobin, S'14 P erchance as we laugh and grow merry, 0 ur hearts light and gay, we forget Life at dear Poly is nearing its close. Y es, joy must soon change to regret. T rials must e'er temper our laughterg E very smile means a sigh or a tear. Closing of school and vacation time H old a sadness for us this year. N o cheery good-byes- Till I see you I n the classes at Poly next fall. C lass days for us will be over! S oon we'll be alumni-that's all, U seful, sedate men and women M eaning full well to be good, M aking brave efforts to follow E verything that we heard as we stood R eady to get our diplomasg F ull of great thoughts, and so glad 0 f our chance to go into life 's battle Urged by all the fine training we've had. R eal Seniors-real honors-diplomas- True, all of this means good-bye, E very joy must come to its endings E ven schooldays-alas! how we sigh N ow adieu to our dear Poly High. l60l All S . lg, A guy will turn ovm' lmlf a lilir:n'y to make om Senior orutiou. -Apologies to Samui-l Johnson. WINTER '14 CLASS I W SUMMER '14 CLASS N X! p I ,xv My J' , X f X . 4 . ' 4 1 DX 4s 12. 9 - xx Vrvfv' ' 1 ffl JAM Ain Q ,cg ,ag 3 f 17 f 02 C'4! C 4 w w w X 7 jf QR Q93 w W W fwj , ig? Jgafljv M si' The following persons complete the list of gradl1at0S Anna Bloom Martha Dale Nellie Fleming Bertha Heath Marjorie Hebel Mariam Jones Bernice Kerr Alice Lawton Nettie Mathews Juliet Silverstone Alma Smith Emily Carey Genevieve Harrison Ruth Leuschner Bertha Perryman Tessa Polkinghorn WINTER '14 CLASS Alice Soule Irene Tolchard Helen Wood Evelyn Zantow Clarence Bach Elba Bailey Arthur Ferry Edward Garrett Allan Hathaway Isidore Herman George Holland SULDEER '14 CLASS Eva Smith Helen Steinbach Lucille Vellines Vern Bland for the year of 1914: Thomas Ingman Lester Johns Lcown Johnson Harry Nichols Edward Ragatz McClew Randolph Harry Roos Seymour Silverstone Gerald Smith Leo Suck James Weightman Vaughn Coombs Ramon Crowell Robert Dobbs Nathan Goldberg SCHOOL CALENDAR Sept. Sept. Sept Sept Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Opening of school. First issue of our new weekly newspaper, the Optimist. Football practice game. Compton 8--Poly 0. Segregation of boys and girls in classrooms. Mr. John Knox's speech on business efficiency. And. call for new students. Class of Winter '14 organized. Joint business meeting of the Junior and Senior Ionian Societies. Football game. Poly 8--Harvard 0. Mr. Mo1'row 's address on iire prevention. Exercises to celebrate the opening of the Panama Canal. Meeting of the Ionian Society. Football game. Manual 5-Poly 0. Musical program for the benefit of the music department of Lincoln High. Faculty tea in honor of new members. Senior B's victorious in football game against Senior A's. The Senior B's organized. Football game between Poly and Compton. Resulting score: Poly 15 -Compton 10. Judge White speaker at a meeting of the Civics Club. First address of the Girls' League. Address by Dr. John Balcom Shaw on The Biggest NVord in the Dictionary. Poly-L. A. game. Score 0-0. And. call to celebrate the opening of the aqueduct. Iloliday to celebrate completion of aqucduct. Meeting of the Tonian Society. First edition of the Poly High. Address by Senator Works. First Artists' Recital, of the year-Mr. Simonsen and Mr. Ellis, soloists. Clean Up Day at Poly. Students' League and. call. Address by Congressman Stephens to the school. Basketball game between Poly and Alhambra. Score, Poly 13- Alhambra 0. Girls' aud. callg Miss Wyley of Vassar, speaker. l72l Football game between Poly and Hollywood. Score, Poly 13-Holly- Nov 19. wood 0. Nov. 19. The guardianship of two B9 girls given to each Senior B girl. Nov. 26. General aud. call. Talk on Thanksgiving by Mr. Scott, member of the Board of Education. Nov 27. Rugby game. Poly 13-Riverside 0. Nov. 27-28. Thanksgiving holidays. Nov. 29. Lecture by Dr. Fulda under the auspices of the German Club. Dec. 1. Lecture by Dr. Fisher on the Panama-Pacific Exposition. Dee. 2. 5015's second Rugby team vs. Manual Arts' second team: Score, Dec. 5. Entertainment for Parent-Teachers' Association by Girls' Athletic and Gym. Clubs. Dee. 8-9. The semi-annual Students' League vaudeville. Dec. 9. Christmas number of the Poly High. Dec. 10. Block P's awarded to football men. Dee. 12. Football boys' banquet at I-Iotel Hollywood. Dec. 12. One of Mr. Francis 's delightful addresses. Dec. 12. Christmas program of the Ionian Society. Dee. 12-29. Christmas holidays. Dec. 30. The Seribblers' semi-annual Indoor Meat. Dee. 31. New Year greetings brought by Col. Steadman. Jan. 1. Holiday. Jan. 1. Water polo game. Score, Poly 3-Y. M. C. A. 0. Jan. 2. College Day. Aud. call. Speeches by former Poly men. Jan. 2. Debate between Poly and Lincoln High. Lincoln High victorious. Jan. 2. Poly-Riverside basketball game. Score, Poly 29-Riverside 27. Jan. 7. Program by Junior Orchestra. Jan. 8. Basketball game. Poly 97-Gardena 12. Jan. 9. Water polo. Long Beach 6-Poly 6. Jan. 9. Mrs. Francis speaker at Girls' aud. call. Jan. 10. Basketball game. Poly 33-Aneheim 17. Jan. 12 F 1 , Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. . Talk by J. W. o ey ' b t' . Mr Carter speaker on income tax 14. Civics Clu mee ing . , , 15-16. Sherwood, presented by the Mask and Sandal Club. 6 Boys' aud. call. Mr. Francis, speaker. Poly vs. Huntington Park basketball game. Score, Poly 23-Hunting ton Park 1 20: 21. Basketball game. Poly 66-Gardena 13. 22. Program presented by Manual Arts students in our auditorium. 23. Water polo. Poly 15-Manual Arts 0. 23. History and English classes addressed by Mr. Robert C. Root of the American Peace Society. I 731 Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Feb. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. May June June June 23. A travel matinee given by the Ionian Society. 27. L. A. and Poly in basketball. Score, Poly 31-L. A. 27 . 29. Water polo. Poly 6-L. A. 3. 29. Visiting Day for the faculty. Poly students in charge of school. 30. Faculty reception in honor of the Seniors. 30. Poly and L. A. in basketball. Score, Poly 22-L. A. 19. 2. Class Night. 3. Ionian pins presented to Seniors. 3. Election of A. S. B. O. officers. 4. Commencement. 9. 'Opening of- new term. 12. Lincoln's birthday celebrated by aud. callg talk by Col. Steadman. 12. Half holiday. 13. Dad Flynn's health talk before the Students' League. 18. . Clean Life, Judge Wilbur's topic at a meet of the Students' League. 23. General aud. call to celebrate Washington 's birthday. Miss Jordan 's talk on the significance of our flag. 26. Dr. Clark 's most inspiring reading of Les Miserables. 27 . Basketball. Score, P. G. 's 28-Seniors 25. 28. Track meet. Poly 39-Monrovia 73. 9. Auditorium call for new students. 11. Girls' aud. call. Helpful talk by Miss Smith. 12. Program of the Ionian Society. 14. Track meet between Poly and Hollywood. Score, Hollywood 90- Poly 23. 18. Second Artists' Recitalg Mrs. Shank and George Hopkins, soloists. 25. Baseball game with Manual Arts, 0-0. 25. Every Body Here Day. A special program in auditorium given by the faculty. 27. Boys' aud. call. Talk on athletics. 31. Spring number of the Poly High. 1. Baseball. Poly 4.--Manual Arts 2. 2. Optimist extra. 3. 3-13. Spring Vacation. 20. Letters awarded to track men. 23-24. The Mikado, presented by the musical organizations. 30. Visitors' Day. 15. Alumni Day. 9. The Polytechnic Student. 23. Class Night. 25. Commencement. Easter program of the Ionian Society. E741 U w QA x J AUDITORIUM .wash Oh! What a task before me. The editor has notified me that my Audi- torium copy is dueg more than that, overdue. Why did I procrastinate so long? Why didn't I write it instead of going to that-? Oh, well -. I grit my teeth to begin. But how? Why not read some of my former reports in the Poly High? Some of the references to aud. calls remind me of studying ancient history, others recall the definite past, a11d others seem to have happened just yesterday-or at most, the day before. Only a moment ago, I sat here, bemoaning my fate, but now, what a wealth of golden memories has been aroused within me! You, too, will be interested. Of course, you remember Mr. W. Earl Flynn, the noted health-lecturer, who delighted in being called Daddy and being greeted with his own original high-sign. Dad told the school of many simple and sensible methods of keeping oneself at the highest notch of efficiency. Dad was so impressed with the quick and hearty response of students and faculty alike when he invited them to take part in the exercises that he later sent a set of his books to the greatest high school in America. It is some time since Daddy was here, but his sunny philosophy of life and his spirit of optimism still prevails. Along with remembrances of Mr. Flynn come those of the other great speakers of nation-wide fame and importance who have visited Polytechnic. We shall not soon forget United States Senator John D. Works and his tribute to our own highly esteemed Big Chief , nor can we forget Dr. John Balcom Shaw 's address on The Biggest Word in the Dictionary-Life , nor Congress- man William D. Stephen 's explanation of the intricate workings of the national government. We felt a natural thrill of pride when he said, The inspiration which I always carry back to Washington at the beginning of each Congres- sional session is given me by my visits to the Polytechnic High School. Hardly ever has an audience been more deeply impressed than that which heard Mr. R. A. Waite, the famous ex-sprinter and present Y. M. C. A. Inter- national Secretary. His thrilling and gripping speech on Mum's the Word dealt with the possibilities before the Superman Strive 11ot for the mini- mum, nor be satisfied with the maximum, but ever upward to the optimum, was his earnest advice. There is running through my mind a line or two of a poem, the lines being, Cause we dunno who done it, but somebuddy did. Doesn't this recall to your mind that delightful half-hour spent in listening to the talk and poems of Mr. James W. Foley, the North Dakota Senator-author-lecturer-politician- humorist? The subtle understanding of childhood as expressed in Mr. Foley 's poems and other writings has rightly earned for him the title of the James Whitcomb Riley of the West. I7 61 Among other interesting talks given from our stage were those of Dean Russell of Teachers' College, Columbia University, Dr. Millspaugh, president of the Los Angeles State Normal School, and Mr. F. R. Benson, director of the Stratford-on-Avon players who visited Los Angeles with a repertoire of Shakespearean plays. - We certainly cannot have forgotten Miss Jordan 's description of conditions in the Philippines, Miss Smith 's Panama Canal talk, and Mr. Barker's praise for the men responsible for Los Angeles' great project, the aqueduct. During the past year there have been presented many exceptionally delight- ful musical entertainments. Special pride was taken in the work of Harold Walberg and Pryor Moore, former Poly students who gave one recital. Mr. Axel Simonsen, 'cellist, and Mr. Fred Ellis, baritone, Mrs. Edmund Shank, soloist, and George Hopkins, the young pianist, Mr. Alfred Butler, pianist, and Mrs. M. Hennion Robinson, accompanist, furnished a grade of music hardly to be excelled. We realized more fully the triumphant progress of our music department when it was able to bring to our auditorium the Los Angeles Symphony. One beautiful spring morning, when all nature seemed to be singing the song of happiness and joyful good feeling, this orchestra spent several hours rehearsing on our stage under the direction of Herr Adolf Tandler. Readin', wrilinf and economics were shoved into the background while our joyful souls danced with the spirit of springtime. The following numbers were played: Unfinished Symphony, Schubert, Caucasian Sketches, Ivanow, Prelude to Act 3, The Martyrdom of St. Sebastian, Debussy, and Third Movement of Symphony Pathetique, Tschaikowsky. Closely rivalling the pleasure derived from hearing the Symphony orchestra was that from hearing and seeing the Junior Orchestra of the elementary schools of Los Angeles. But none did we enjoy more or take more pride in than our ow11 Polytechnic orchestra as they played for entertainments, dramas, vaudevilles, operas, and ever so often at just plain aud. calls. The opera, that event which always brings joy to our hearts and is eagerly looked forward to, was presented by the Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs and the Orchestra, under the direction of Mrs. Parsons and her assistants in the music department. This year the opera chosen was The Mikado, which instantly recalls to mind the cherry-blossom fragrance of far-away Japan. The scenery, the lighting effects, the costumes, the comedy, and best of all, the singing and the acting were unsurpassable. The Mikado was played by Henry Mitchell, Yum-Yum, Agnes Danielson, Pitti-Sing, Helen Rockwell, Peep-Bo, Marguerite Pfiester, Katisha, Josie Bennett, Pooh-Bah, Edward La Forge, Ko-Ko, Clarence Eisenmayer, Nanki-Poo, Marion Duncan, Pish-Tish, Byron Box, and Si-Doh, Ben Rich. When I think of all the splendid Ionian programs that we had, I see visions of deep sea divers bringing up chests of gold from out of some long-forgotten hulk which has found a watery grave. While the diver is at work I hear silvery strains of music floating in the air around me and I realize that these are but l77l Scene from The Mikado. reminiscences of the Ionian musicales. At Christmas time the Christmas Morality, A Little Child Shall Lead Them, written by Elinor Richards under the direction of Miss Craig, brought to us a lasting vision of the true Christmas spirit. At a later program, A Case of Suspension was admirably presented under the direction of the officers of the society by -Lulu Johnson, Ruth Shaifner, Florence Keith, Earl Lippold, Frank Love, Don Rush, Leora Pafford and Marion Duncan, together with Helen Schiller and Ben Rich in the roles of the horror- stricken faculty members, who after much persuasion become young again and enjoy themselves. But I cannot skip over that Travel Matinee with the moving pictures depicting many scenic and romantic as well as historic spots of Old Europe. The scenes showing the toboganning in Switzerland still make my blood tingle and my heart beat faster. Great strides have been taken in the ambitious efforts of the Dramatics Club. Who will say that the talent exhibited by the cast which presented the pleasing as well as extremely difficult play Sherwood is not fully as good as that shown by many a professional organization? The leading roles were well cared for by Leslie Gaynor as Shadow-of-a-Leaf, Byron Box as Prince John, Alice Fowler as Maid Marion, Carrol Miller as Robin Hood, and Elinor Richards as Queen Elinor. Assisting them were the fairies, peasants, Robin 's followers, soldiers, and the men behind the scenes. When speaking of artistic power, one can certainly not overlook the read- ing of Les Miserables given by Professor S. H. Clark of Chicago University. I cannot remember the time or the occasion when a Polytechnic audience has been so intensely moved as it was on this occasion. The entertainment given by the Girls' Gym. Club and Athletic Club under the auspices of the Parent-Teachers' Association proved exceptionally pleasing. The Class Night program of the Winter Fourteen class consisted of The Rehearsal. The brain-racking search for new ideas as portrayed by the class night committee aroused an already sympathetic audience almost to the verge of tears. However, the shower began in earnest when the pathetic little song entitled The Teacher and the Tack was given by the Long and Short Quartette. The singing of The Story I Tell to Them All by Agnes Danielson, Alice Soule, John Potter, Archie Zimmerman was much appreciated by the audience. The class song brought real tears of regret to some of the more emotional of the sweet girl graduates. But away with sentiment-why be sadly reminiscent when one may con- template the remembrances of such worthy comedians as the Students' League vaudeville brought forth. Jugglers, clowns, woe-begone knights of the high- way, jolly camp-fire singers, were all united in making a pleasing enter- tainment. As a preliminary to the famous no-score tie game at Rugby with our rivals, Los Angeles High, the football team appeared with a display of manoeuvers as the principal educational feature of an Ionian program. Hand in hand with football came the ever-inspiring athletic rallies when on our l79l horizon nothing appeared quite as brigth as the victory on the gridiron. We must not forget those lunch periods when a continuous bedlam of yelling and singing filled the auditorium. Never to be forgotten are those exciting days of preparation for a contest with Poly's athletic rivals. Nor shall we forget her meritorious athletes who, after vanquishing their foes, were presented with that greatly-coveted emblem, the P, Often I have seen and appreciated the worth of Polytechnic 's faculty, but this morning I have come to a new realization of its handsome appearance, said Mr. Francis on Everybody Here Day, when the entire faculty was assembled on the stage. As a reward for the unusual attendance the students were entertained by several members of the faculty. In the front rank of important and calls were those at which we had the opportunity to hear such men as Police Judge White speak on The Relation of the Police Court to Civic Life. Mr. John P. Carter, Income Tax Collector, explained the intricacies of the new federal statute. Mr. Joseph Scott, of the Board of Education, addressed the school on the spirit of Thanksgiving. Colonel Steadman brought New Year greetings. Mr. Knox of the Knox School of Business Efficiency in Des Moines, and Mr. Pfaffenberger of the Owl Drug Co. of this city, brought messages emphasizing the importance of efficiency in the business world. Judge Curtis D. Wilbur spoke to the members of the Students' League on f'Clean Life. His explanation of the analogy, The boy who fiirts with temptation is as big a fool as he who lights a match in a powder magazine, was eminently logical and to the point. The Students' League was also very fortunate in obtaining Mr. Francis as a speaker on Clean Speech. With his characteristic fearless directness he described from the psychological standpoint the value of exercising proper care in the choice of words and thoughts. The Girls' League, under the leadership of Willett Long and Florence Eales, was equally well equipped with speakers. The girls have enjoyed many helpful and inspiring talks from Miss Smith. They are looking forward to another visit from Mrs. Francis, who spoke about the Ideal Girl. Mrs. Craig of the Board of Education brought to them the influence of a woman in business life. Miss Wyley of Vassar in her address gave a new insight into the oppor- tunities before the girl in college life. It was especially fitting that Willett Long, former president of the Girls' League, should return to the school and once more deliver her commencement oration on The Home Maker of the Twentieth Century. That great and rapidly growing army, the Polytechnic Alumni, was very well represented at the College Day aud. call in January. Several former Poly men related their experiences in the various universities, much to the wonder and admiration of the coming alumni. The graduates will long remem- ber May fifteenth, Alumni Day, when a great many returned on a visit to their beloved alma mater and once again heard words of encouragement from the man among men whom they love and respect, John I-I. Francis. After this short hour of living the past over again, we cannot but realize that the part which our dear old auditorium plays in our education is indeed a most important one. l80l A SONNET T0 POLYTECHNIC Franklin Skeele, S'l4. Hail, O Polytechnic! We raise to Thee The stein of foamingufriendship, honor, fame. How strong and firmly linked is thy dear name With all that stands for honest victory. Thy standard is the goal for men and me. Our heartstrings chime the chord of sweet refrain For auld lang syne, for friends whose deeds remain As songs of joy, a boundless minstrelsy. Thy student body, ever for the right, ' Knows well the strife for strength. How firm the spokes Of thy great wheel of active learning! See Each science, art, and shop is rich in might, An anvil of the forge of Lifeg and We The blacksmiths, shaping our souls with mighty strokes. l8ll The people 's government made for the people, made by the people, and answerable to the people. -Daniel Webster ORGANIZATIONS -flun- The Associated Student Body Organization forms the nucleus around which all our student activities are centered. It aims for simplicity and prac- ticability in student government, and has authority in all matters pertaining to the student activities, subject to the jurisdiction of the office. Its mem- bers, the presidents of the various primary organizations of the school, are engaged in a systematic effort to increase the efficiency of student adminis- tration. The A. S. B. 0. thus handles all student problems pertaining to the school at large, leaving the details of their application to the organizations under its control. Meetings are held once a month for the purpose of hear- ing reports from the members, and for taking such action as the occasion demands. This year letters have been awarded to the athletes mcriting them, and the constitutions of several organizations were rcvisd. Greatest in financial importance among the school's primary organizations is the Board of Control, which handles the finances of the school. During the second term the Board has realized the long-cherished hope for a box office in the main hall. Some idea of the importance of this organization may be gained from the fact that it has handled about thirty-five thousand dollars this year. The Poly cafeteria, which is under the supervision of the Board, is responsible for eighteen thousand dollars of that sum. Our cafeteria manager aims to give the students wholesome food at the lowest possible price, his success being demonstrated by the ledger, which records a profit of seventeen dollars for the year. The Book Store, another of our financial ventures, is under the direction of Enoch Soderberg. During the year the business has amounted to five thousand dollars, three thousand dollars having been handled in one term alone. An appreciable increase in the business of the book store has char- acterized the year. Though nothing in particular is heard of the Lock and Key Committee, most of the students realize how indispensable it has become. As the name implies, it has charge of the lockers, the work, therefore, is heaviest at the beginning and end of the terms. By means of a card index, work is facili- tated, and prompt service is the result. Much depends upon first impressions, and Poly's reputation is often de- pendent upon the work of the Information and Reception Committee, another of our primary organizations. Throughout the year this committee is constantly at work welcoming and directing visitors through the buildings. Their task becomes overwhelming, however, on Visitors' Day, so that they have the assist- ance of many upper classmen. i831 Poly's fame is due in a large measure to her self-government committees, girls' and boys'. These primary organizations not only make simple rules for the maintenance of order, but they also are responsible for disciplining those who break school rules. Simple and direct methods are employed and without ostentation much work is lifted from the shoulders of the faculty. Of equal rank are the Girls' and Boys' Scholarship Committees, which are organized for the purpose of helping students below standard in their studies. The work is carried on by sub-committees operating in the class rooms, and with careful supervision and the eo-operation of the teachers, excellent results are obtained. As a school, we owe much to those who are willing to take time from their own studies in order that the general educational stand- ard may be raised. Another primary organization is the Custodian Committee, which has charge of articles lost and found. This year the committees have carried on the established routine, continually trying to make the service more effective. At the end of each term any unclaimed articles of possible use in dramatic productions are turned over to the property room, while unclaimed books are sold by the book store, the proceeds being given to the Polytechnic Scholar- ship Fund. I11 the main, however, articles of value are soon returned to their rightful owners. It is a matter of pride to loyal Polyites that the school supports three stu- dent publications-the Polytechnic Student, or annual, The Poly High, a lite- rary magazine appearing quarterlyg and the Poly Optimist, a weekly news- paper, all having the same business manager, who represents them in the A. S. B. O. The Student and the Poly High are published by the same staff, but the Journalism class furnishes the material for the weekly. The Optimist was first issued eight days after the opening of school, and nothing has since been allowed to hinder its prompt appearance. So successfully has the weekly completed its first year that it has become a vital force in our school life. The membership of the Students' League embraces practically all the boys of Polytechnic, who are organized thus in order to spread their creed of Clean life, clean speech, and clean athletics. At their meetings the boys are addressed by noted men, and inspired by these talks, they aim to raise the moral tone of American boyhood. A similar organization is the Girls' League, newly formed, which helps to fit the girls for the work which awaits them in the world. The Executive Board is composed of all girls holding prominent offices in the school. The Civics Club consists of all eleventh and twelfth grade pupils, and has as its purpose a. fuller understanding of the problems confronting not only our immediate vicinity, but all mankind as well. Eminent speakers address theymembers at the frequent meetings, and so great is the iniiuence upon the student body that the organization has been accorded a place on the A. S. B. O. The post graduates, also, have organized, and are addressed on various subjects of interest by members of the faculty. Their experience and earnest- l84l ness has gained for them no little prestige, and the admission of their president into the A. S. B. O. is only one of the Ways in which their importance has been recognized. The ringing of two bells starts to work our most energetic organization, the Fire Brigade. By a carefully planned system of bell signals, the location of the fire can be made known to the boys, and as weekly drills keep them in practice, very efficient work may be expected in case of fire. It is because of the great service which they are prepared to render us that we have made their chief a member of our A. S. B. O. Another unspectacular but hard-working group is the stage managers. The scenic effects produced at the play of Sherwood and at the opera, The Mikado, were deserving of praise. The work of Herman Bryant as electrician is also noteworthy. The yell leaders are very self-evident at athletic rallies and games, and very apt to be neglected when glory is to be distributed. Jack Powles and Leo Haughawaut have done much for the school this year, for they have been no inconsiderable factor in our re-awakened school spirit which has helped our many teams to a succe,ssful season. l The school historian is often seen with his shears and clippings and paste, but we must remember that his is no idle pastime. Each item pasted into the school history means that another achievement has been added to our list. The school histories of past years are constantly read and re-read in our library, and unconsciously a standard is fixed by them. To be the historian, then, means to play a large part, not only in recording past deeds, but in iniiuencing future ones. l85l I n Board of Control First Term. Board of Control Second Term. Reception and Information First Term. Reception and Information Second Term. Girls' Self-Government First Term. Girls' Self-Government Second Term. Boys' Self-Government First Term. Boys' Self-Government Second Term. Girls' Scholarship First Term. Girls' Scholarship Second Term. Boys' Scholarship First Term. Boys' Scholarship Second Term. Custodian Committee First Term. Custodian Committee Second Term. Fire Brigade. Stage Managers Book Store. Lock and Key L- 2 i 'l'her0's music 'I'h0rc's music 'I'lmrc's music Their curth is in the sighing of a reedg in the gushing of a rillg in all things, if men had earsg but an who of the spheres. -Byron. MUSICAL AND LITERARY ORGANIZATIONS -unu- Our musical and literary organizations have contributed generously to many enjoyable and calls and other entertainments. Through their influence we have been brought to a fuller realization of the value of art in all its forms. The work by which the musical organizations are most widely known is the opera presented annually. This year The Mikado set a new standard for musical productions. Besides this, both the Girls' and the Boys' Glee Clubs and the orchestra have learned many selections which were highly appre- ciated by the student body at aud. calls. Largest among the literary organizations is the Ionian Society, composed of all eleventh and twelfth grade students. A large corps of student officers has been untiring in its efforts to make the society popular and the work has not been in vain. Both classical and popular music and literature have been received with applause and a large voluntary attendance has characterized each meeting. The Dramatics Club of this year has aimed to uphold the high dramatic standards 'already established. Their work for the first term was the pre- sentation of Alfred Noyes' Sherwood, a poetic drama demanding careful study and fine interpretation on the part of all of the characters. A very diEerent type of organization is the Scribblers' Club. As the name indicates, the members are those who have the ability to write well, and care to exercise it. Frequent and original meetings are held, the mem- bers regaling each other with all manner of novel and interesting selections. The Debating Club has not scheduled many debates this year, its activities being devoted to the development of new material among its ranks, and the spread of extemporaneous speaking in high schools of Southern California. Great ability was show11 by our representatives in the San Diego debate which we won, the debaters were Valdor Ehrenclou, Myron Silverstone, Sarah East- man, and Helen Wood. The modern language clubs are all organized with the object of giving the members an opportunity for practical conversation in a foreign language, and of bringing the students into closer contact with others interested in the same language. These aims have been successfully realized this year by the French, German, and Spanish Clubs. The past year has been a very successful one for the Commerce Club, which now includes President Woodrow NVilson in the list of honorary mem- bers. Besides taking many interesting trips to points of interest about the city, the members have started plans for a Junior Chamber of Commerce, the idea receiving hearty support from the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce. The Ad and Salesmanship Club is the youngest of our recognized activ- ities, and one of the most vigorous. The members meet every day in the cause of business efficiency, and much creditable work has been done in the Way of advertising. l98l 1 J I 4 String Quartet. 'N Debaters. Q S 537 5 Orchestra Girls' Glee Club Boys' Glee Club. 'Twas a jolly old pedagogue long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry 5 IIis form was bent and his gait was slow, IIis long thin hair was But a wonderful twinkle ll white as snow, shone in his eye. -George Arnold. PLAJDRDAN. - - FACULTY Dunn, W. A., Principal. Smith, Kate E., Vice-Principal. Richer, W. L., Vice-Principal. ARCHITECTURE Faithfull, C. A., Head of Department Penelope Murdoch Grace Weeks CSecond Semestcrj ART Winterburn, G. T., Head of Department Don Carlos, Mrs. Nelle Teskey, Myrtle E. Kjelland, Thea Wood, Caroline C. CIVIL ENGINEERING Evans, Geo. M., Head of Department W. E. Belles CSccond Semester, Loeklin, C. B. QFirst Semesterj COMMERCE Weber, F. C., Head of Department. Baldwin, Jeannette E. Wagner, Julia L. Baldwin, Myrtle A. Wagner, W. H. Campbell, A. B. Carvell, Mrs. Mae Gray, Belle Abrams, Caroline Adams, Veda H. Cooper, Alice C. Craig, Alice E. Dickson, Louise Edwards, Ethelyn Ehrmann, Louise Frisius, Agnes Gridley, Kate L. Wessells, Geo. M. fSeeond Semesterj Wright, A. E. Kurtz, Edith R. DOMESTIC ART Pitner, Ina K., Sub-head of Department Parmelee, Susan Newkirk, Elizabeth G-.. QSecond Semesterj DOMESTIC SCIENCE Owen, Mae, Sub-head of Department. Wentworth, Alzira C. ENGLISH Magee, Ethel B., Head of Department fSecond Semesterj Humphrey, Adele Hussey, Laura Maynard, Mrs. Milo T CSecond Semesterj Metkiff, Guenevere Mulvihill, Mary F. CFirst Semester, Sanford, Mrs. Ella M Sellards, Elizabeth QSecond Semester, Smythe, Charlotte S Young, Cora B. mol Edwards, Lyman Greenwood, H. N. Cook, Annice Dole, Mary M. Estep, R. G. Appleton, F. G. Cottle, Chas. Davies, J. A. Bailey, H. E. Dunbar, Florence Dryer, Katherine Geis, Helen D. Anderson, Frank Bach, Ida E. Haslett, Roy L. HISTORY Jordan, Edith M., Head of Department. Lord, Charlotte M., Acting Head First Semester. E. Locke, Chas. E. L. Meredith, Mary C. Pierson, Jessie B. Phillips, Maude CFirst Semesterj Humphries, L. Kyle MATHEMATICS Barker, E. H., Head of Department Sanborn, Bertha Shafor, Mrs. Esther Vandegrift, A. F. MECHANIC ARTS Hood, F. D., Head of Department Trevorrow, W. J. Tunison, A. L. Wisler, L. A. Thorpe, C. H. MECHANICAL DRAWING Hatch, T. B., Head of Department. Dolph, W. J. MODERN LANGUAGES Molle, Euphrasie Meyerl, Elisabetha Skinner, E. H. Goodwin, Mrs. Mary M. MUSIC Parsons, Mrs. Gertrude B., Head of Department. Charles, Helen QFirst Semesterj Dickson, Lucile Cone, Mara PHYSICAL TRAINING Nielsen, C. H. Ohman, Helen SCIENCE Tower, A. W., Head of Department of Biology Tarbell, Olga S. Sniffen, J. M. Moore, M. S., Head of Department of Chemistry Angledorf, Tor A. Kimble, May G. Keller, H. L. Twining, H. L., Head of Department of Physics Crowell, W. R. Hatherell, A. M. Pinnell, H. F. Seldomridge, C. H. CSecond Semesterj LIBRARY . Fagge, Etholwyn, Librarian CFirst Semesterl. Wheat, Edith M., Librarian CSecond Semesterj. Beckley, Stella, Assistant Librarian. PHYSIULANS Bennett, Laura B. Spiers, H. W. Carvell, Mrs. Mae, Principal is Assistant. Sutherland, Grace I., Secretary. Costa, Margarita, Clerk. f1111 I f ii , pw fi ,, in . Q I I . N ,,, U A 1, Y V E DEPARTMENTS -mn- The stranger at Polytechnic is impressed by the fact that all courses are based upon the fundamental principle of requiring the students to take work which will be of direct benefit to them sooner or later. Specialization, which is becoming more and more necessary to a successful career, is the keynote of our score of courses. Polytechnic-applied sciences and industrial arts- how well does our actual school work suit the definition! Our visitor asks to see the Department of Commerce, where the students are taught practical business methods. Here we find students interested in Penmanship, Accounting, Commercial Law, Applied Office Work, Geography, Stenography and Typewriting, and Advertising and Salesmanship. The past year has seen the formation of an Accountants' class, open to advanced stu- dents, who are given the opportunity of handling the commercial problems of the school. For instance, this last term the burden of making out the registers was taken from the faculty and given to these students, who make out the monthly' attendance reports. The Salesmanship class, introduced for the first time this year, gives an opportunity of gaining a sensible outlook on modern business methods. Still on the third floor, we tell, with a slight swelling of the chest, of the accomplishments of the Poly Music department. I11 addition to the classes in Harmony, Music Appreciation, Music History and Chorus, the department oiers an opportunity for the development of musical talent. Besides the Or- chestra which, by the way, enjoys the distinction of being the largest high school orchestra in Southern California, and the String Quartet, a Junior Or- chestra has been established with the double purpose of allowing more pupils to receive the benefits of orchestral work and of developing promising candi- ' 11161 dates for the higher organization. Opportunity for voice training is given in the Boys' and the Girls' Glee Clubs and the Junior Choir. On the first floor we peep into the Domestic Art rooms and view with interest the large classes of girls busy with the needle and thread. The work in costume designing under the direction of the Art department has been most helpful to the girls studying millinery and dressmaking. The girls of the costume design class point with pride to the book of suitable designs for girls' dresses, which they planned and arranged for publication. , On our way through the hall, we are arrested by the savory odors pro- ceeding from the cooking rooms. Weelcly dinners to faculty members, the problem of filling actual food orders of Poly students, and work tending to foster sanitary and scientific cooking have formed a basis for the Domestic Science course. Mechanic Arts! Our visitor catches his breath as we proceed. Poly shops are famous and ought to be. A glimpse at the large woodshop room with its classes of boys always at work, and then a glance at the storeroom, piled with parlor, library, and dining room furniture, prove the success of this division of the work. In the forge, we find the boys learning to handle iron and steel, from which they fashion tools, andirons. tongs, etc. In the well- equipped machine shop the boys make various kinds of engines and machin- ery, and assemble the parts. During the past year automobile Work has in- creased. Automobiles galore, from the high-powered Peerless, damaged by fire, to the small and simple Ford, have been in the shops for repairs and overhaulingg in this way the boys have gained more practical experience than in any previous year. But the scope of their work has not been limited to themselves. The forge boys have repeatedly helped the City Playgrounds with swing hooks, the woodshop boys have made scores of difficult pieces of wood- work for this and other schools, the foundry students have cast a giant boat keel for San Pedro High as well as several large engines, and those taking 11171 P machine shop have been ever busy on various articles for other schools and other departments of Poly. Closely allied with the work in the Mechanic Arts department is that in the Mechanical Drawing department. Thousands of blue prints, designs, etc., made in this department are put into actual use in the Poly shops or in other schools, thus necessitating a fine brand of work. On the way to the Art building, our visitor is surprised at seeing a class in botany busily planting seed, and caring for the flowers growing near the building. A glance into the Chemistry department shows where some of the most valuable practical work in the school is carried on in assaying, quanti- tative analysis, sugar analysis, and mineralogy. The boys in the Civil Engineering department have completed some diffi- cult surveys. They have run the levels from the ocean to the top of Mt. Lowe, surveyed the Los Angeles Harbor, and spent many days at smaller un- dertakings. They do all the surveying for the Board of Education, and each year make several complete surveys for outside parties. The artistic tiles filling up the niches in the Art building are a fine example of the work of the Art department. These tiles as well as other pieces of pottery always to be seen in Room 170, form a very interesting, out-of-the-ordi- nary part of the work of this department. Classes in rug-weaving and art metal work also give it added interest, A class in cartooning is a product of the past year. The importance of this class, because of the numerous pos- ters advertising student activities, is felt and recognized throughout the school. In the architecture department we find the walls covered with plans for apartments, stores, and bungalows, those forms of architecture most in demand. At any time students may be seen at work on designs for people outside the school. About half a dozen of the most advanced students have succeeded in solving architectural problems issued by the Beaux Arts Society of America. The work is generally conceded to be far too advanced for high school students. Without a broad foundation, however, specialization would lose a greater part of its value, and it is to develop this broad foundation that the exten- sive work in English, History, Modern Languages, and Mathematics is laid out. No school would be complete without these essentials. Any one who wishes may take higher mathematics, delve into significant facts of history, or take advantage of the advanced English work, while all students are given a broad outlook in these fundamental subjects. Of the modern languages, Spanish, German, and French are offered. As we leave Poly we see another phase of this great school work. We watch girls gleefully engaged in playing indoor baseball out-of-doors, we see classes of boys playing rugby, handball, and basket ball, and this parting im- pression of those boys and girls so shortly before engaged in deepest study, enthusiastically bent on recreation, is a pleasing impression of a school that believes in the old adage, Work while you work and play while you play. H181 '- ' '1 fl 1' .-1.f -1 1? 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' ' 1 .-. 1 1- .1-.zn-:-.13.-: ' ,. . .t .ZIZT I .I 111111:-:j5,'1 '?.11 ' ' . -. I . . ., ' - -.V ', . '-',j-',gZ' - - . H- Y - 412- - Q. 51.4 ' -X I 'Kr I I: I M F r hi 1 5 Il , ,, gQjfgf,jf H .' .rf--71-I H ..g ' . 4. I . 1 . , 1' . W in f' - if-'f.'v. '. . 1' .'. ' ' QQ : . - . '51 '.-. .1 H' - , 1. - 3 .11 ,' 'Fi-' ,- -' ' '. r .X ' .. I - ' - xi U- ':.':f',g ' . - . ,' . ' ' nI.Z.'I M1 I X N - - 1' '- ' 1 5 1. . 1. 1 - ,., - ., -, , ., ,,, . , . .. I-. .. - X ,. - X ' h - ' . g' - X Ji. . V. .. .U Q H H I4 x ga'-15.2. .1 ' 5 -- .1 5. F.. 1 1 1- 'A 1 . ,., 2 I ' 1 is gi . V N .7 - ALUMNI Polytechnic has some nineteen hundred graduates on its alumni roll. Since the first class of twenty-four graduates from the old Commercial High School in 1897 until the summer class of 1914, each year has been productive of sending a band of students to face the problems of life. Many graduates tell us that they recall only pleasant memories of days spent at Polytechnic. In retro- spection they find that the school work was far from burdensome, the lessons were not so hard as they seemed, and the spirit of friendliness and co-operation on the part of their teachers can never be forgotten. Polytechnic is glad to record their echievements--proud that its students are filling their places in their chosen work. Many of our graduates are attend- ing Stanford and the University of California, others normal school, others represent us at eastern universities. Harry McCready, S'O8, Earl Scott, S'09, Lee Narver, W'09, Hettie Withey, S'09. Frank Gless, W'09, Kenneth Marshall, W'09, Boomer Forbes, S'11, Clarence Flemming, S'09, and Margery Bailey, S'O9, are faculty assistants at Stanford. Other graduates in the teaching corps are Clarence Cronkite, in- structor of Manual training in the Los Angeles schools, Winfield Hughes, in- structor at Kuna, Idaho, Mrs. Carvell, who knows everybody at Poly, Miss Julia Wagner, in our Department of Commerce, Ruth Locke, W.'12, instructor in the Los Angeles schools and now specializing at U. S. C., and Helen Charles and Eva Dutton, teachers of music in the city schools. The musical realm also claims our graduates. Ruth Sidey, Hazel Landers, and Helen Mack are church soloists. Marie Clark is a concert singer, Frank Ragland, Fred McPherson, and Harold Ramey are solo tenors in quartets and clubs. Harold Walberg and Pryor Moore are members of the Symphony Orchestra. Other solo-violinists are Grace McCormick and Jaime Overton. Dwight Shepardson is a concert soloist, Eugene Diederich, a professional drummer, Cliiford Truesdell and George Martin are cornet players. Earl Dutton was the vocal comedian in the Junior Opera at Stanford. Dwight Wallace, Tracy Hoag, Thelma Baldwin, Frank Frank, Hiram Hamer, Allan Osterholt, Otto Hansen, Joe Weston, S'11, Louise Severance, and Karl Muck. are working in architects' offices. Robert Murray and William Creighton, S'l1, are studying architecture at the University of Pennsylvania. In business for themselves are Russell Wilson, who works for his father, a contractor, Charles Meade, Isidor Wartnik, Bernard Oertly, Clarence Bean, who now works for his father, Clifford Truesdell, who has an architect 's office in the San Fernando building, and Merle Smith, who at present is drafting for the Board of Education. Many alumni are surveyors and engineers. George Lindsay is an engineer with the Board of Education, Alfred Nibecker is an architectural engineer, w H201 Lee Narver, who was an engineer on the aqueduct, has returned to college, Leroy Strang is an engineer with the Reclamation Service, Charles Green, S'11, has charge of an irrigation project at Holtvilleg and Merle Davidson is doing state highway work. Paul Jeffers, S'10, Edwin-Bly, Sam Smith, S'l3, Clarence Bohnhof, S'12, Karl Leatherwood, S'13, and E. L. Bruner are other graduates engaged in engineering work. Allan Box, W'14, and Paul Ickes, Si13, are ranching in Idaho. William Vorwerck, S'07, has a large ranch at Porterville, California. Irving Meyer, W'12, is ranching at Santa Ana. Clarence Bach has a ranch near the city. The professions claim several graduates. Charles and Frank Richards are attorneys in this city. Walter Ham, W'11, has a law office in the N an Nuys building. J. M. Damzigcr is a prominent Los Angeles lawyer. Christopher Multhauf and Wilson Lockwood are promising attorneys. Claire Flett is an osteopathic physician. Spencer Bugbee, W'14, is working for a Los Angeles bank. Bayard Taylor is in the banking business in Pasadena and Arthur Coover is represent- ing a banking firm here. The Poly Optimist is printed by the Twin Printers, Earl. W'11, and Melvin Wood, S'11. Jean Slaughter is engaged in the printing business with the Miller Printing Company. Richard Keese, S'10, is working with the Beardsly Electric Company and Leonard Waehtel is with the Edison Company. Waldo Throop has a drug store of his own. In the lumber business we find Hans Koebig, president and owner of the Koebig Lumber Company. Russell Mullen is working in his father's lumber business, Harvey Koll has a planing mill with his father. Roland Kerns and Eylar Fillmore are with the Ford Company, the latter is sales manager. Joe Doan is in the automobile business, while H. L. Stewart and his brother own a garage in this city. Lucien Baer, S'11, is an insurance broker. Robert Whelan, Charles Griffin, S'09, and Fred McPherson are in the real estate business. Clarence Meade, S'10, and Susie Richerhauser, '09, are clerks for the Board of Education. Norman McPhail, S'12, is with the Standard Oil Company, Gordon Findley, with the L. A. Investment Companyg Chester Pries, W'11, has started a tea and coffee house in San Francisco. Ward Nash, W'1O, has charge of the S. P. station at Tacoma, and E. Bly is sales manager for the Union Oil Company in San Fran- cisco. Donald McCray is a contractor here, William Jepson and his father own a clothing store in San Pedro. Thomas Reynolds, S'13, owns a bakery. Leland Goldman, S'12, is salesman for an optical company. Eda Sceor is working in Mr. Olmsted's engineering office. Alice Soule, W'l4, is with a millinery firm. Rosa Krug is one of the secretaries of the R. M. Newport Company. In library work are found Eunice Carr, in the periodical department of the library, Florence Krause, reference room attendant at the main library, and Jessie Chase, S'12, at the University branch. Industries, sufficiently diverse to be almost innumerable, claim the attention of the majority of the alumni. Still, Polytechnic never forgets them and, even more needless to say, we believe they never will forget Polytechnic. The results achieved by its alumni are an added stimulus for Polytehnic to continue its forward march-ever upward and ever onward. I1211 Y f K EXCHANGES - vnu- Growth and breadth of vision come from contact with the outside world- from association with new ideas and new discoveries. So it is with our school life and its reflection in our school periodicals. However excellent in themselves, they would still be incomplete in a broader sense were they cut oif from these ideas which come to them through the medium of their exchanges with the publications of other schools throughout the country. New stimulus, new inspiration is gained by reading the opinions and thoughts of others, many of them expressed on subjects familiar to us all, new incentive is furnishedg competition enters in, and we say: Let us make our paper the very best of them all. Let it take its place with the other magazines, and be put in tl1e front rank at that! Nothing does more to make us put forth our best eiorts than keen and friendly competition. And many indeed are the new ideas which we receive in this way. We see our ow11 beloved periodicals, not standing alone, but in connection with the periodicals of hundreds of other schools of every kind, and each representative of the institution which puts it forth. This close touch which we keep with other schools enables us to note each step in development and improvement, and so insures progress. During the last year or two, many innovations have been introduced by the various schools which have broadened and made more attractive their respective periodicals. Special numbers have come into vogue, and recent issues have displayed the titles: Business Number and Nobody's Number, as well as the more common New Year's, Christmas, and holiday issues. The material in these numbers is usually concise and well organized, and great credit is due to the editors for their originality. The growth of the literary department in school publications is both inter- esting and pleasing, for the quality of the stories and poems has been steadily rising. Perhaps thc broad, breezy atmosphere of the West, with its natural beauty and historic associations has furnished greater inspiration for entertain- ing fiction than have other sections of our country, but it is a fact that the stories of our Pacific Coast periodicals carry a certain snap and zest which mark all our modern novels of the western type. As stories of school life are necessarily limited to certain types, the infusion into the literary field of bits of real life and genuine experiences has broadened it immeasurably. The artistic features of the different magazines are as varied as the periodicals themselves. Occasionally a booklet comes to us printed on coarse paper, with no cuts nor art features, and with the printing so small that the ideas are lost as we try in vain to decipher the words. And what an impression I1231 the appearance of the paper makes upon the reader-for better or for worse. If it be the latter, it is as though we were listening to the most inspiring oration delivered by a man who stuttcrcd: our lack of appreciation is not due in the least to the oration itself, but merely to the manner in which it is conveyed to us! In perusing the various magazines of other schools, one is struck by the different arrangement and grouping of material employed. The editorials, which have come to be a feature of practically every paper, usually show great merit-both in enthusiasm and originality of ideas. The jokes, also, grouped under the different titles' of Face Wrinklers, Said in Fun, Odznenz, etc., are a permanent feature in all high school publications, for, after all, docs not nearly all school life need the relaxation of mirth and jollity? Science, Music, Personals, Classes, and Locals a're also to be found among the headings. Quaint are many of the titles of the magazines, themselves, among them being included the names of The Habit, Salina, Kan. Can appro- priate reminder to the students, though perhaps an unnecessary onel, The Get Me, Huntley, Ill., The Troubadourf' Portland, Ore.g The Tomahawk, Ferndale, Cal., and The Whirlwind, Albany, Ore. Criticism, keen but kindly, docs more, perhaps, for any publication than anything else. It enables us to see ourselves as others see us and to profit by another's viewpoint. School magazines in the various states are criticized, from time to time, by the Poly High, and it, in turn, is criticized by them. We sincerely hope that this spirit of helpfulness that has existed in the past will continue in the year to come, and we extend to our contemporaries a most cordial invitation to send us their publication and opinions of us. We want them to tell us just how they feel about our magazine-what they like about it and how they think it can be improved in any way. 11241 - F W' 'U L 1 Il? 1 X 311 .F II I '1 I1-at .' I 1 17' 114 IW 'W 1 I' 21 'Hia-U'ng1 ff? d!x4?,1,' K-. qw 11111 , K 1w111I ' x ml? 541 1 Q. X lf,I,1l1I 'al ' ' . flu ', :Tx N 11113 11131 W mg f - 1 H1 -1 1l '1 . 1111111111 1 1 , - 111 I J lw w uu r ', f A mn I xg Th- . , X u - I f ll I- ' fl 'T' lt ml: Q 1 L '11 1. N u IH . , - -'mln -f t ' I ' 'Q ' Ill 4?1w'5' ll. ' ,MTF ' K - .milk iz. f ' , ' 1 '--:5,111M1111,.Q1 '- -- '-'43--'f'1I157 3'-if ' ' 1 1 - F 31 ll ,- . XJ . S' A S ...L-'. -,r' .- q ' 'K ai -' 'Mfg W X 1-flax' f M X 'n '1 1E1lu'.m i ' ' 'H xafiawff A X hw M 'f' FR MAN HIGH 'H ATHLETICS .uns- The word athletics, in many high schools and colleges, has come to be confused with professionally trained teams and championship banners. This is wrong, and we are proud that such an accusation can never be brought against Polytechnic. In this school athletics have, and always will be, run on the basis of good, clean sport, or none at all. Rather in Polytechnic ath- letics can be called by the broader sense of the word, physical training. This term expresses the purpose as well as the form of sports in this school. Phy- sical training is necessary for the physical development of the student. This development is best brought out on the athletic field by the ability our rep- resentatives show in contests with those coming from other schools. If our teams win, we a1'e, and should be, enthusiastic, because this shows that physical training is further advanced in Polytechnic than in the schools of our opponents. On the other hand, if we are defeated, we are not discour- aged, for the contest has probably brought out our faults and weaknesses and we resolve that in the future these will be corrected. If the student body is interested in and stands back of our teams, a great step has been taken towards victory, for the enthusiasm of their comrades on the bleachers will make them strive manfully for a supreme success. The players, for their well earned victories, and hard fought defeats, and the student body, for its loyal support and sportsmanlike attitude this past year are well worthy of commendation. FOOTBALL The football season opened auspieiously with eighty candidates out for the team. Of these Captain Barton, Hughes, Manning, Tipton, and Eastman were veterans from last year. After a number of practice games with near-by schools, we opened the City League with the game with Manual Arts. It was generally granted by those familiar with the respective merits of the two teams that Manual would win. The game, as well as our other City League games, was played on Bovard Field. In the first half Manual gradually worked the ball up to Poly's five yard line, where a scrum was called. They got the ball out and Blair went over for a try. Gilman converted, making the final score 5-0, for neither team was able to score again.. The game was featured by the fine work of Manual's scrum and by the splendid defense and fighting ability of Polytechnic. On Oct. 31 we met L. A. What a battle royal it was! Everybody pos- , H261 A Rugby Team sibly able to attend was present. Undoubtedly it was the largest crowd Bovard Field has ever held, and one of the finest exhibitions of rugby ever witnessed in this city. Each team was able to win its way as far as the the five yard line of its opponent. But then came that final stiffening of the defense, which a really good team always is able to make, when it is ighting in the shadows of its own goal. Although we kept the ball in L. A. 's terri- tory two-thirds of the time, we were unable to score, but so were they, so the game ended 0-0. The Hollywood game was played Nov. 19 on a soft, soggy field. Never- theless many good plays were made and Polytechnic gloried in the best part of a 13-0 score. On Thanksgiving day, Polytechnic went to Riverside for the last game of the year. We were hampered by the fact that Hve of the regular first team men did not play and that Freddie Hughes was forced to leave the game with a broken collar bone. Polytechnic was defeated by a 13-6 score. Perhaps a word here concerning the second team would not be amiss. It has always been the policy in Polytechnic to build athletics from the bot- tom up. With this idea in mind, the second team is picked from the most likely players that are left after the first team has been chosen. These men learn the game by nightly scrimmages with the first team. From this squad the team of the following year is largely recruited. Schedule Oct. 2-Poly 3, Pomona 8. Oct. 31-Poly 0, L. A. 0. Oct. 8-Poly 8, Harvard 0. Nov. 19-Poly 13, Hollywood 0. Oct. 15-Poly 0, Manual 5. Nov. 27-Poly 6, Riverside 13. Oct. 28-Poly 15, Compton 10. BASKETBALL The basketball season opened with bright prospects for another Poly- technic championship. Although some of the candidates had been out since September, practice did not start in earnest until after the football season had closed, when Mr. Haslett was able to give his full attention to the forty- odd aspirants who had reported. This squad was cut down two weeks later to fifteen men, from whom the first and second teams were chosen. The team practiced faithfully until after the holidays. Around Bennett and Captain Wilson, veterans from last year, a fine team was built. Delaney, a new man, but a sure basket shooter, played forward while Red Sigler, of football fame, worked as center. Bennett played running guard and could be depended upon for most field goals. The other guard position was strongly contested for by Gibbs, Hopperstead, and Taylor. Paul Booker, the manager, worked earnestly and faithfully. On Jan. 2, the game with Riverside, on our court, was our first victory. Riverside led until the last few minutes, when Poly succeeded in tying the score. On the play-off we obtained the necessary bas- ket, and won, 31-29. H281 Basketball Team. 9... W A ffff fn.-.is Q.. al fr - ' f N .... , XT, -. sf 1.13 , , X r This year the city high school teams were divided into two sections, the northern and the southern division. In the latter division were Polytechnic, Manual Arts, and Gardena. In the former were L. A., Hollywood, and Lincoln. The winners of the two sections then met for the championship game. Our first city league game was with Manual Arts on Jan. 6, at Manual. Through better all around playing we defeated them 35-18. Two days later we met Gardena, and rolled up against them the largest score of the year- 97-12. In the second Manual game Captain Wilson 's injuries kept him from playing. We were defeated by a score of 38-33. Our last game was with Gardena, whom we again defeated. We were now tied with Manual as far as games were concerned, but as our total points exceeded theirs, we were now in a position to meet L. A., who had won in the northern division, for the city championship. This was to be decided by two out of three games. The first was played in the L. A. A. C. gymnasium on Jan. 27. L. A. got away with an eight point lead. Then Poly fought one of her game up-hill battles, and finally passed L. A. a few minutes before the game was over, winning handily, 31-27. The next game was played at the Y. M. C. A. three days later. The first half was all inuour favor. Then L. A. changed her line-up, played a whirlwind game, and passed Poly, only to be repassed herself, due to the fine work of our captain. - At the conclusion of an extremely successful season, Coach Haslett de- cided that further honors were not worth while, so the team disbanded. Schedule Jan. 2-Poly 31, Riverside 29. Jan. 21-Poly 66, Gardena 13. Jan. 6-Poly 35, Manual 18. Jan. 27-Poly 31, L. A. 27. Jan. 8-Poly 97, Gardena 12. Jan. 30-Poly 22, L. A. 19. Jan. 16-Poly 33, Manual, 38. James Donahue CL. A. A. CJ, referee. 51301 Baseball Team. . 6 --'---'--- a ':333'-1'-' . ..., 1:--.-.-.-xf.-12:5xt-:.:iE. 1' I i'119,g:g-jjxh il fi 1- .,,,,,- U f' 1 Y XL .. 1' 4 N ag I' HAJDRDAN Track Team. 3 'Q' ., if 'F-55 S' 5' g if 12' nip' g i,-5,1 t T1 'H .51 I Z:f-- W X WATER POLO In October, practice for the water polo team started with a rush. The forty-odd candidates were to be seen three nights a week at the Y. M. C. A., learning first the rudiments, later, the finer points of the game. Four veterans from last year 's team, Tuttle, Barton, Wagener, and Bryant, reported. With Wagener as captain, and Bryant as manager, a very successful season was begun. Bimini Baths and Y. M. C. A. were defeated in practice games. Then the Southern California league opened. Our first opponent was Hunt- ington Park, whom we defeated 23-1, the largest score made by any team this year. Manual next was easily defeated 15-0. On January 9, we went to Long Beach, where we found it difficult to enter the building because of the number of enthusiastic students, who were cheering the home team. Meanwhile L. A. had defeated Long Beach, and the other teams they had met, so the Southern California championship depended upon that last L. A.-Poly game. The game was supposed to have been played at the L. A. A. C. on the same night as was the L. A.-Poly city championship basketball gameg L. A. forfeited the match by failing to appear. On account of the discussion which followed the forfeiture, Poly agreed to meet L. A. at Bimini. The first half was slightly in favor of our opponents, but in the last half, condition told, and our boys succeeded in drowning L. A. with a score of 6-3, thus making Poly- technic Southern California water polo champions. The boys on the water polo and swimming teams wish to express their appreciation of the untiring eEorts of Mr. Campbell in making the season successful and hope that he will be with them next year to help them turn out another championship team. Schedule ' Jan. 1-Poly 3, Y. M. C. A. 0. Jan. 23-Poly 15, Manual Arts 0. Jan. 9-Poly 6, Long Beach 6. Jan. 29-Poly 6, L. A. 3. Jan. 20-Poly 23, Huntington Park 1. H331 Tennis Team. SWIMMING The first Polytechnic swimming team was organized in March with Harvey Kilburn as captain and Russell NVagener acting as manager. Bimini, the first team we met, was defeated 35-28. Huntington Park was next forced to lower her colors. We then met Long Beach, and, because of her numerous second and third place men, she was able to defeat Polytechnic by a close score. Manual Arts forfeited a meet. The climax of the season was reached on April 17-18, when the Southern California championship was decided. Polytechnic won, capturing five out of the six events. Of these, Tuttle managed to win the 50, 100, 220, and 440 yard dashes. Butler won the dives. The final score was Polytechnic 28, Long Beach 20, L. A. 8, and Manual Arts 1. This more than averaged our defeat by Long Beach. The men who represented us were Mulder, Butler, Tuttle, Kilburn, Kilts, Hickey, Sutton, and Wagener. Without doubt, Tuttle was the starof the team. Butler showed good form in the dives. The loss of Russell Wagener, because of injuries in the early part of the season, was a serious blow. The school owes more to the swimming team than most of us realize. It is not everyone that can establish a sport in Polytechnic as firmly as the swimming team has done. L1341 Girls' Gym Club. Girls' Athletic Club TRACK When the time for track practice had arrived, affairs were in an almost impossible condition. There was no one to take charge, and only a very few in school who had ever attempted anything in this line of athletics before. In fact, it seemed as if we could have no team. Mr. Skinner, our old standby and one who has pulled Poly out of tight places before, volunteered his services. Through his faithful coaching, a team with Fred Snyder as captain and Ken- neth Tipton as manager, was produced. First a novice meet was arranged. This was followed by an interclass meet. Then, on February 28, we were met and defeated by Monrovia High on their field. Our next meet was with Hollywood at Hollywood. They had a very strong team. We did not expect to win, so we were not discouraged by the results. In this meet, however, Charles Fitzsimmons broke the school record for the 220 yard dash, making the distance in 23 seconds flat. In the city meet we placed a number of men. Finally we met L. A. on Bovard Field on April 2. The meet which was closely contested throughout, resulted in our defeat. We have no excuses to offer, we can only say, Wait until next year. - Events 100-220 yard Dashes-Fitzsimmons was the school 's greatest point winner. 440 yard Dash-Captain Snyder and Monteith were consistent men in the 440. 880 yard Run-Noel George was the best man we have ever had for this event. Although he lowered the school time in the city meet, his record does not stand, as he failed to win the race. Riave, a veteran from last year, also ran well. Mile Run-This event was considered a weak spot in the team at the I SY i 11361 - Swimming Team Waterpolo Team beginning of the season, but by the good work of Kaiser and Taylor, we suc- ceeded in holding our own. Low Hurdles-Bland and Haney were strong contenders in this race. The former runner is a 11ew man to the school and should be a star next year. High Hurdles-Powles showed up well until the L. A. meet, when he sacri- ficed his chances rather than spike an opponent. Dillon, also, is a good high hurdler. - Broad Jump-Both Box and Manning won their letters by their steady work in the broad jump. Pole Vault-Wilson and Haney vaulted well in the later meets, but they were unable to devote much time to training. Discus Throw-Bell upheld the school in this event in fine shape. Stevens quite surprised everyone by taking third in the L. A. meet. Shot Put--Dillon, Wilson, and Sigler won points in this event for the school. High Jump-Good jumping was done by Fitzsimmons and Tipton. BASEBALL The baseball team represented Polytechnic well. The call for candidates came out in February, and practice started in earnest. Veterans who reported were Tipton, Haney, Gordon, Abel, Guiol, and Al Martin, who was chosen to captain the team. The squad was greatly handicapped by lack of grounds to play upon. Coach Haslett was unable to give his supervision to the work until a few days before the opening game. After practice games with some of the neighboring schools, we opened the season by our game with Manual Arts, which was played at Washington Park. A very large Polytechnic crowd was present. The teams were evenly matched, as the final score showed, Poly 0-Manual 0. The game resolved itself into a pitchers' battle, with neither Abel, nor Stewart of Manual Arts, gaining the supremacy. The fielding of both teams was snappy. Our second game with Manual came a week later on the same grounds. Polytechnic came back with a strengthened line-up, and decisively defeated Manual by a 4-2 score. Our next, and final, game with Manual occurred on their grounds April 15. Again, through timely hitting and aggressive base running, Poly won. This game put Polytechnic in direct line for the championship. The first Gardena game was played April 18 on Manual Arts field. Cope- land, for Polytechnic, pitched a good game. Polytechnic won by their batting superiority and their good fielding. The score was 14-3. GIRLS' ATHLETICS Never before has the Polytechnic Girls' Gym. Club or the Los Angeles Polytechnic Athletic Club attained the importance which they have acquired this year. Because of the size of the gym. classes, Miss Ohman has found it necessary to put the Gym. and Athletic Club girls in charge of her squads. Without them, at least one other teacher would be necessary. The clubs have appeared before the Parent-Teachers' Association, Teachers' Institute, Normal School, Ionian, Universalist Church, the College Woman's Club, and before our guests on Visitors' Day. Lissi , ' J JOSHES --nun- And It Really Happened First Senior A: Just had a terrible Ex. on Burke ! Second Ditto: Burke? Oh, yes, that is hard! Say, who wrote that book, anyhow 'Z wan and CIt's all right, I know him.J The baby ate some worsted. Don't worry, said its paterg I'Ie'1l likely swallow all the yarns Ile hears a little later. There 's a fellow named Mr. II. Stewart, Whose physical charms are immense, 'IIe's decidedly clever and witty, From his humor no one takes offence. And still there 's another named Eckhart, Of dear old Poly High fame, With girlies he flirts, Still he wears tango shirts, And they say that he's ehucked his first name. 'D. D. R., S'14. Freshman Girl: But why should I take Botany or Zoology when I don't t to? Senior Girl: Well, my dear, you see they use microscopes in those courses the reflecting mirror will enable you to see if your hair is fixed right or if your nose is sunburned. -Ex. Freddie Hughes: The S. l'. ought to put out a good football team. Karl Haney: IsIow's that? Freddie: 'l'hey've got all kinds of coaches. Joe Brown: Why do you intend to study mining? Russell Moody: So that I'll know how to row a boat. Joe: How do you figure that? Russell: Well, in a mining eourse they show you all about working the ores. - 11401 There was a young man named Miller, Who thought he was some lady killer: To break hearts right and left, - He tried till he got left, So, A batch I will be, quoth young Miller. Our athletic manager Haney, Was strong but not very brainy. In a basketball game He got blistered and lame, So he chucked up his job, did young Haney. Oh, Ables thou pitcher so fine, Who twirled for our wonderful nine, The Manual hitters, Looked like they were quitters In search of that out drop of thine. , D. D. S., s'14. Where are you going, my pretty maid? I'm going to sneeze, kind sir, she said. At whom will you sneeze, my pretty maid? Atchoo! Atchoo! kind sir, she said.-Ex. - T.- English Teacher: Do you enjoy reading essays, Mr. Lippold? Earl: Er-yes. P English Teacher: Do you prefer Bacon or Lamb? Earl: Neither-I'm a vegetarian. -Ex. Clever! ! ! Ed. La Forge: I can tell you how much water goes over Niagara Falls to the quart. Henry Mitchell: How much? Ed.: Two pints. Mr. Greenwood Cin American Historyj : Miss Klinker, you say that you have read. about the Mexican situation. Who is this Torreon whom Villa captured? Miss Klinker: A-A-Ah--let's see: why that's one fellow I never have been able to account for. H411 George B. : Is Harold going with Mildred now? Jack P.: Sure Ever since he found out that candy makes her sick and moving pictures hurt her eyes. . Harold Stewart: Ever read Looking Backward? Charles Eckhart: Yes, once in a test, and I nearly got canned for it. Big League: She has her hair done up like a nickel cigar. Low Brow: How 's that? Big League: About fifteen puffs and a snarl. --Ex. Senior A: Um-an-er-er-er!! Ha! Ha! Jeweler Cto his assistantj: Bring that tray of engagement rings here, J ohn. -Ex. Russell Wageiierz That pretty girl gave me a kiss because she thought I was her brother. Ralph B.: What did you do? Russell: As the kiss was not meant for me, I returned it. Reilly: Pat was drowned yesterday. I Fitzpatrick: Couldn't he swim? Reilly: Yes, but he was a union man. He swam for eight hours and then quit. Jim Todd: Say, Pelzer, why do you beat time with your foot when you play? Pelzer: It's the music in my sole, I guess. C. Patterson: Has that fellow over there any sisters? R. Moore: Yes, he has one. He tried to tell me he had two half-sisters, but I know too much about fractions. Mrs. Shafor Cin Geolnetryjz Can you prove the proposition that the square of the hypotcnuse of a right-angled triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides? Bright Student: I don't have to prove it. I admit it. Little chickens on the lea, Honk ! Honk !--Fricassee ! L1421 Bessie Litterer: This piece of lace on my dress is more t han fifty years lf? old. George Barton: It's beautiful. Did ,you make it yourse Mildred Davidson: Why are you so sad? 1- I '13 'ust thinking this will be our last evening together Sonny Tuttle . is as J until tomorrow night. tl in by giving me a Freshman: I wonder if the professor meant any,1 g 77 ticket to his lecture on fools? Senior: W'hy? Fresh: The ticket read 'Admit One.' Foolish Question No. 9,765,839 Harold Hurley: What is curiosity? Harold Cooke: Curiosity is a feminine characteristic. Now .Paul Ruthling is real fond of snakesg Ile has all of the popular makes At home in ai pen, t 1 ow md then Exeep 1 2 lkin f he takes. VVhen the whole bunch out wa g 5.2 51431 'Ru-v'rn lmr Lon