Port Huron High School - Student Yearbook (Port Huron, MI)

Text from Pages 1 - 200 of the 1919 volume:

Telephone Operating is an Ideal Occupation for Young Women The Special Technical Training is not only given free to accepted applicants, but operators are aid White in Training and salaries are increased at regular and frequent intervals The work is continuous: there are no slack seasons, no lay-ofis, and there are many opportunities for promotions to positions of responsibility with higher pay. All promotions are made from the ranks. Every comfort and refinement of surroundings is provid- ed for employees. There is a pleasant sitting room and a din- ing room, apd the operating room is light and airy. Call at the Telephone Building and Bring Your Mother. The Chief Operator will gladly show yon about, any time between 9:00 a. ru. and 3:00 p. m. HIGH SCHOOL STL ' DENTS ARE ESPECIALLY WELL EQUIPPED FOR SUCCESS IN THIS WORK Michigan State T elephone Company Compliments of Anker -Holth Manufacturing Co. PORT HURON, MICHIGAN THEO. ANDERSON Accountant and Auditor 604 Lapeer Court, Port Huron, Mich. High School 896— PHONE — RetiSence 1436-W Student Executive Staff HELEN BARRETT Editor-in-Chief HAROLD HILL Business Manager HARRY MAGAHAY THOMAS HOWARD Asst. Advertising Manager Advertising Manager o (i}itr fcitu Jin appreciation of lift maiiij natural beauties hull; h I; i c I; v!J oO tyas rnOotoed Ijen ttyis booh is resuertfullti dedicated I ) $trhi« _ SUPERINTENDENT H. A. DAVIS History of Port Huron The history of Port Huron proper may be said to begin in 183 7 because in that year the settlement near the mouth of Black River was first called by that name. Two years before Edward Petit had laid out a plat on the South side of Black River, near the mouth which he called the Village of Peru. D. B. Harrington laid out the land between Peru and the Indian Reserve in the Village of Desmond. John Thorn laid out what is now called Thorn ' s Plat and called it Gratiot, and Charles Butler laid out Butler Plat and called it Huron, and in 183 7 these were all united and called Port Huron. For some years before that people had been coming in slowly and settling around the vicinity principally along Black River. In 183 2 the Military Road from Detroit to Fort Gratiot was completed and a bridge built across Black River. Oddly enough the bridge was of the same general type as the present one, except that each leaf or part was raised by a separate winch, requiring two men to operate it. At that time the Indian Reserve was still in existence, the east line starting at Black River a short distance east of the bridge and running southwesterly through the present St. Clair County Savings Bank, J. A. Davidson Co. store, crossing Griswold Street a little east ot Sixteenth Street. John Riley, a half breed Indian, well known for his services as interpreter and his influe nce with the Indians, lived for sev- eral years in a log house just inside the Reserve near the corner of Military and Water Streets. People began to come in rapidly in 1837, a newspaper called the Lake Huron Observer was started, with E. B. Harrington, a brother of D. B. Harrington, as editor. During the summer of that year they claimed for the town 500 population. There were three hotels, eleven merchants, three lawyers, two ministers, two custom house officers, twelve buildings were in course of construction at one time. On Black River there were ten water saw mills with three more building, and two steam saw mills, one the Black River Steam Mill, located on the north side of Black River just west of Erie Street had the enormous capacity of cutting 25,000 feet a day. There was even then rivalry between the settlement on Black River and the Villag e of Palmer, now St. Clair, which was the County Seat, and the Observer claimed with pride that 45 people had moved to Port Huron from Palmer. The main industry at that time and for 40 years after was the con- verting of pine logs, brought down Black River, into lumber, lath and shingles, and at one time there were as many as eight saw mills in Port Huron, and according to the census of 183 7 there were 30 such mills in the county. The panic. of 183 7 and subsequent business depression nearly stopped the influx of population and although the settlement was incorporated as a village by the legislature in 1849, it only had a population of 1584 by the census of 1850. Twenty years later it had reached 6000, had a daily news- paper, and had at last after many years of struggle succeeded in removing the County Seat from St. Clair, although it was not established at Port Huron until the following year. In the meantime the community had developed in the orthodox Ameri- can fashion: churches and schools appeared and their number increased with the growth of population. In 1838 the first church was built on the north side of Broad Street about where the present fire hall stands, and in 1844 it was moved to the south side of Butler Street at the corner of Fort Street. At the time this church was built it had no denominational name, but in 1840 it passed under the control of a Presbyterian society, which a few years later changed and became Congregational. This society worshipped in this building until 1859 when it moved to the brick church completed in that year at the corner of Wall and Seventh Streets. The second church was Episcopal built in 1841 on the northwest cor- ner of Huron Avenue and Butler Street, and its first minister was the chap- lain at Fort Gratiot. In 1844 the Methodist society which was organized in 1840 built a church on the west side of Sixth Street, and this building they sold to the Catholics in 1851, and built a larger church on the site now occu- pied by the Times-Herald building. There was no organized Catholic society until 1851 when the Methodist Church was bought and moved to the place now occupied by the Lauth hotel. The Baptists did not have a building of their own until 1863 when they built on the east side of Superior Street near Butler Street. The first school teaching was done by two missionaries who came to Fort Gratiot in 182 1 to teach the Indians and who in fact taught all chil- dren who would come. The first school house was built in 1833 on the South side of Broad Street at the corner of Superior and came in later years to be known as the Old Brown School House. In 1849 the North Union School building was erected on the site of the present jail. The first school building on the South side of Black River was built in 1842. This was burned in 1859 and soon after the present Washington School was built. The first high school building was completed in 1870, burned in 1873, re- built in 1874 and again burned in 1906, and the present building completed in 1908. From the earliest time of the settlement at the mouth of Black River the only means of getting out to the rest of the world was by St. Clair River and lake to Detroit by boat except in winter time, and then generally on the ice. In 1832 the Military road to Detroit was completed and not long after that the steamboat Gen. Gratiot began to run beween Detroit and Black River, up one day and back the next. At that time there was deeper water in Black River than now and the steam boat went more than once up as tar as adham’s mill. In those days the county roads were no better than now, and the travel to Detroit except by boat infrequent, until in 1859 the Grand Trunk Railroad was completed and thereafter Port Huron felt itself connected with the rest of the civilized world and celebrated the year by becoming incorporated as a city. At the outset and for a long time after the growth of Port Huron was greatly hampered by the existence of two reservations within what are now the city limits, the Military Reservation on the North side and the Indian Reservation on the South side of Black River. The Indian Reservation ex- tended up Black River from just east of Military Street bridge far enough to take in what is known as the Campau tract. The Indians occupied but a small portion of this Reservation which had been made in the treaty of !M)7 which Gov. Hull made with the Chippewas and some other tribes. At most the Indian use was occasional only, the tribe wandering from place to place in different seasons of the year, and in 1836 the government made another treaty with the Chippewas, buying their rights in this land, and in 1839, the land was sold at auction, and it became a part of the settlement. The Military Reservation was attached to Fort Gratiot and came down to Suffern or Grandview Street and extended as far North as State Street, the fort itself being a short distance South of the latter street. The fort dur- ing most of its existence was merely a collection of officers houses and bar- racks for the men surrounded by an ordinary fence, and was not intended for defense. A few roads were permitted to run through the reservation but the settlement on the North was in the township of Fort Gratiot and subse- quently became a part of Port Huron. A large part of the Reservation was sold under authority of Congress in 1871 and was rapidly built up and the fort abandoned finally in 1879. For many years the only railroad in Port Huron was the Grand Trunk and its station was on the river bank just South of State Street, and in 1867 a street car line was built up Huron Ave. to the river bank and then along the bank to the Grand Trunk Station. Extensions were later made across Black River and down to Griswold Street and in 1886 the power to operate the line was changed to electricity and thus Port Huron became the second city to continuously use electric motive power for street cars. The foregoing are the salient points of the early history of Port Huron. The later history is within the memory of so many living men and women, and preserved in the newspapers of the city, that it need not be recounted here Port Huron- - Tomorrow ‘‘Nature gives cities opportunities, but the energy and intelligence of men make them great.” No city in America today is offered greater oppor- tunities than is Port Huron for legitimate industrial advancement. Port Huron is a thing alive, throbbing with human energy: growing, changing every day toward something different. What will this some- thing be? Do you want your city to realize its best possibilities? Cities do not grow, they are built. This is true literally as well as practically, because city building today is as much scientific business as any professional or commercial enterprise. To a greater or less degree success depends upon knowledge, organiza- tion, co-operation, and the keen, active interest of every one who calls that city his or her home. As citizens we are like a big family, or, to express it in business terms, we are stockholders in a corporation. We have invested our money, our labor, and our ingenuity in our city, and because of these investments we have assummed responsibilities: a duty has been placed upon our shoulders that we cannot shirk or neglect. With every municipality, service is the aim. That, indeed, is the aim of all legitimate business. And the founders, whether of a business or a city, would feel very keenly disappointed if all of the “stockholders” were con- tent merely to increase their money getting abilities. Quite true, financial returns are what we all seek and desire, but, busi- ness, money, profits are not the end in business. . They are the means by which men live and man is on earth to live, not merely make a living. Consider if the “stockholder” in a municipality, or a business, would devote all of the days and years of his life to business, became as engrossed in it or so eager for larger gains that no time was allowed for the joys and duties of life and no will for the responsibilities of citizenship. Such a man may die worth many million dollars and be rated a business success. But As a man he would be a failure. Port Huron’s greatest immediate needs can be summed up under the following headings. 1. A business method of municipal administration. 2. A definite City Plan. 3. A more adequate water supply. 4. Improved health service. 5. Increased hospital facilities. 6. Modern methods of sew- erage and waste disposal. 7. Vocational Education. 8. Supervised play- grounds and a municipal Stadium. 9. Fire prevention. 10. Improved busi- ness service. Haphazard construction of city improvements, location of factories, extension of streets and other subjects relating to permanent development of the city, should be regarded with great concern both from a residential and mercantile standpoint. The co-operation which the Chamber of Commerce can offer the muni- cipal administration is readily observed when one considers the personnel of the organization ' s membership. So many matters come before the city boards for action that it is humanly impossible for them to make scientific study of each and every matter. And here is where the Chamber of Com- merce fits in as a laboratory for the city fathers, because it has at its call the services of trained and experienced men in every phase of life who can give considerable of their thought and time to one definite problem. Today is a time of specialization and specialization means perfection and progress. The Chamber of Commerce stands ready at all times to take up any worthy project for Port Huron and furnishes a medium through which such work can effectively be done. The Chamber of Commerce also furnishes to all public spirited citi- zens a medium through which they can serve their city. This in itself is con- sidered to be well worth while by men who care for their home town and really want to do something for it. Some one, somewhere, truly said, “You ' ve got to be a good citizen in order to vote, but you have got to do a great deal more than vote in order to be a good citizen. CHAS. W. HAENSEL. A unique definition found on an English III paper “Antithesis is act of words in fine print so they will be noticed. Miss Northrup, questioned Esther Ream on the purpose of “yellow slip to the Library. Esther replied “We want to look up our men. First Doctor — “That woman who was just in here was so cross-eyed that when she cried the tears rolled down her back. Second Doctor — “What did you treat her for? First Doctor — “Bacteria. Teacher — “Now in giving the definition of a work, do not use the wo“ to define itself, please remember that. Now James, you may give the mean ing of a philosophical philosopher. James — “Please ma’am, a philosophical philosopher is a man who philo- sophes on philosophical subjects pertaining to philosophy. The Faculty H. A. DAVIS, Superintendent V. R. HUNGERFORD, Principal MATHEMATICS ALLIE B. CHAPIN S. A. CRANE CELIA BYWATERS LATIN MARGARET KRESS ENGLISH GRACE M. NORTHRUP J. OLIVE HARTSIG BEATRICE WOODWARD ALTA HAYWARD ELEANOR HOVEY HISTORY MARGARET STEVENS RUTH RUSH PANSY BLAKE MODERN LANGUAGES HELEN NAUM ANN JEAN EVERHAM SCIENCE HARRIET DANCER VELOIS CROSSLEY COMMERCIAL T. A. ANDERSON LILLIAN KILBY LESTER MILLER SEWING JEAN M. ROSS MARJORIE MOORE MANUAL TRAINING FRANCIS X. LAKE MELVIN J. MYERS Mrs. S. A. Crane With the closing of this school year, the Port Huron High School and students lose one of the most devoted members of the faculty, Mrs. Sally A. Crane — for years she has been an inspiration to the boys and girls of Port Huron. Ceaselessly and untiringly she has labored with her many students, drawing geometrical angles for their school lesson and angles of thought for their life lesson. Her ideas have been so interesting and her love so sincere that many were only too glad to spend minutes and hours planning and discussing their future courses with Mrs. Crane. Mrs. Crane, never losing her sweet disposition, has endured all the poor lessons, in- complete demonstrations and class conversations with a pleasant smile and a calm patience. It is needless to say that we shall miss her, but it is the simplest way in which we can express our real gratitude for her years ot service for us. GUESS WHO? Student Staff EDITOR IN CHIEF HELEN BARRETT ASSISTANT EDITOR WILLIAM OTTAWAY BUSINESS MANAGER - - HAROLD HILL ADVERTISING MANAGER THOMAS HOWARD ASSISTANT ADVERTISING MANAGER ... HARRY MAGAHAY CIRCULATION MANAGER LOUIS KLEINSTIVER LITERARY EDITOR GEORGE SILHAVY SOCIETY EDITOR MARY HAMLIN ALUMNI EDITOR - HOPE PHILLIPS ATHLETIC EDITOR WILLIAM McCRACKEN EXCHANGE EDITOR VIOLA HART JOKE EDITOR EARL HARTSON ART EDITOR WILBUR OLIVER PERSONAL EDITOR MARY SCHUBERTH PHOTOGRAPHY - ANNA FEAD AUDITORS MISS NORTHRUP, MISS HARTSIG TYPISTS - GERTRUDE GLEASON, LENORE HILLIKER, HAZEL HOWELL JUNIOR ASSISTANTS BUSINESS MANAGER - - EUGENE LEWIS ADVERTISING MANAGER - - ISABEL McLAREN, GORDON TAPPAN MARIE MAURER ELEANOR MEISEL PHYLIS TURN B ALL CORRESPONDENTS JUNIOR SOPHOMORE FRESHMAN ALFRED BROWNING FRANCIS APPEL EDWARD STEVENS PORT HURON HIGH An Ode to Port Huron Here’s to your Chamber of Commerce, The making of your town, Here’s to your summer beaches, And the parks with which you abound. Here’s to your wondrous stadium, Which has existed in our minds, Here ' s to your famous tunnel, Your students and your grinds. But we’ve forgotten the Young Men’s Council, Composed of students from High, That will race the Chamber of Commerce And leave it high and dry. Now bles’t with all these pleasures, We should not ask for more. With Port Huron and its treasures, We have much to be thankful for. — WM. B. HARTMAN. Commencement Week Baccalaureate Sermon FIRST CONGREGATION A L CAR RCH REV. M. MliLLEN JUNE 15, 1919 Senior Picnic JUNE 16, 1919 Commencement uni TO RUM JUNE 18. 1919 Class DaT) HIGH SCHOOL 4UD1TOR11 M, 8:00 P. M. JUNE 19, 1919 Senior Mop AUDITORIUM JUNE 20. 1919 Class Dag Program Motto: He conquers who conquers himself 1. Class Songs Music by Marjorie Browne Words by Dorothy Sargeant President’s Address Leonard Little Salutatory Viola Hart History Edith Brown Recitation William Ottaway Chemist George Silhavy Will Leona Little Poem Helen Barrett Giftatory Frances Smith Piano Solo Anna Fead ( Marjorie Neville Prophecy - Hazel Howell [ Gretta Roberts Music, Selected Valedictory Mary Hamlin FRED ADAMS “Give me the moonlight , Give me THE Girl MARGl ERITE BAER May you run th ? suiftest auto , W hich you manage with such skill. That the roads are fairly scattered With the victims hit you kill. EARL BROTHERTO ' Haste, thee ymph . and bring with ih e. Jest and youthful Jollity. HF.LE BARRETT Mcne knew thee but to love thee. or named th?e but to praise. ELIZABETH BENNETT “She is the paradise of the eyes. GEORGE BRADLEY “My mind to me a kingdom is! MARY BRADLEY “Silence is a gift divine ROY BROTHWELL “Men may come and men may go, but l go on forever. MARJORIE BROWNE “ The best things on earth are sometimes done up in small packages .” FRANK CRIMMINS “ Hotv pleasant is Saturday night when you’ve tried all the week to be good.” MARGARET CAMPBELL “ Howe’er it be, it seems to me, ’Tis only noble to be good.” CHARLOTTE COCHRAN “Her countenance betrayed a peaceful mind.” ADELAIDE DART “ have heard of reasons manifold Why love must needs be blind, Rut this ih 3 best of all hold — His eyes are in his mind. ARTHUR DAVIDSON “ Let us take heed , for life is brief ” HELEN DUNBAR “ She is severe upon occasion and upon occasion playful ” LYNN DANE “ When I became a man l put away childish things LEONA DeLYON “A blythe heart and a blooming visage ” VERNA FlTZGbKALD “ Strange to think by the ivay , IT hat ever there is to know , That shall we know one day” anna FEAD “ Life without sport is not life” WILBUR OLIVER “ The future l may face now have proved the past” WINMFRED FERRETT “ Business before pleasure” HAROLD HART “ ’Ti$ not the whole of life to live.” gertrrude gleasojs “ lllack hair and dark brown eyes , Winning ways and loving sighs” RUTH GERRIE “ Here you will find a friend. ' EARL HARTSON “What 1 cannot do today I will do tomorrow” LENORE HILLIKER “ There is none like h?r , none.” MARY HAMLHS “W ork done may claim its wages” THOMAS HOWARD “ Happy arc w? met happy have we been , Hapi y may w? part and happy meet again. MAYDE GIG AX “ She who tries to be happy is sure to succeed .” HAROLD HILL “ When a man is in earnest and knows what he is about , his work is half done. ' MARTHA H OCH LEITNER %i For thus I live remote from evil speaking.” HAZEL HOW ELL “ ' Tis not in mortals to command sr.ccess.” But we ' ll do more , Sempronius; we ' ll deserve it ” VIOLA HART “ Friend to tru h, of soul sincere , In action faithful and honor clear. EDWARD JENKS “ His complexion wins , when words fail LE VA1SGE KIMBALL “Here’s a sigh to those uho love me , And a smils to those who hate , And whatever sky’s above me — Here’s a heart for any fate.’’ LOLIS KLEIN STIVER “Disguise our bondage as we wiV , ’Tis a woman rules us still’’ RUTH KAISER “So pass our days in high school , — Every day seems like a century LEONA LITTLE “How happy is she born and taught. That serveth not another ' s will. Whose armour is her honest thought And simple trust her utmost skill ” HARRY MAGAHAY “I built my soul a lordly pleasure house If herein at ease for aye to dwell. MADELINE McCOWAN “ The proper study of (wo)man kind is man ” WILLIAM McCRACKEN “.May he live to look back on him i self with envy. 9 DOROTHY MAJOR “Old Time is still a-flying. HAROLD MARLETTE “Come, evening , once again , sea- son of peace , Return sweet evening and con tinue long. DAVID MacTAGGART “Accomplishes wonders , though he fidgets most of the time. BESSIE MAG AH AY “ She has a unique affliction, she is called a ‘ sensible girl ” LAURA MOORE “Th luck that I believe in is ( h ? luck that comes from work ” RUSSEL NORRIS “I have only done my duty , as a man is bound to do ” MARJORIE NEVILLE ‘ ' Smile, and the world is weak before thee!” WILLIAM OTTAWAY “What a piece of work is man! HOPE PHILLIPS “ care not a single fig if f ie think I am wrong or am right. IRVIN POLLOCK “ The music of earth is never dead ” JESSIE PLRKISS “ Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for every fate , Still achieving , still pursuing , m Learn to labor and to wait ” COURT N EY RAUSER “ Trip lightly over trouble , trip lightly over wrong , You only make it double by dwelling on it long . 9 NELLIE RANDALL “ There was never yet a fair wo- man, but she make mouths in the glass. GRETTA ROBERTS “Bright blue eyes end curly hiir. Ruby lips and complexion fair. ESTHER REAM “To be joyful is a virtue. To be solemn is a gift. CORA SCHNACKENBERG “W ork, tvork , work , my labor never lags. MILDRED SMITH “I have no fear of the vast un knotvn GEORGE SILHAVY “ How does the little busy bee Improve each passing hour? MARY SCHUBERTH “Never mind , Mary — the emblem of our country is a Buldy HAROLD SMITH Curly hair , n everything” DOROTHY SARJEANT If there were dreams to sell ichat would you buy ?” RAYMOND SMITH “ Eyes that penetrate to the very soul. ROSS SCUPHOLM “ ' T will not be long ” EDITH BROW N “ Guilt was a thing impossible to her ” NEVA SCHELL “ Always as neat and dainty as a doll.” FRANCES SMITH “ Forever late y but active ” LEONARD LITTLE “ Sturdy , steady , sure , sound , and sensible ; The compo und material out of which leaders are made” SAMUEL SULLIVAN “None but the brave deserve the fair ” EVAH SMITH “ Sh 2 is pretty to walk with And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on FRED STOVDT “If he had two ideas in his h ad they would fall out together.” WILBUR SYLVESTER “ High hopes he conceived, and he smo ' h r ' d great fears” NINA THORN “Turn and look at me! I am that maiden whom men call fair ” HAROLD WAUGH “E’en his failings leaned to vir- tue’s side.” MARGARET TOFT “Words are but breath.” DANIEL WATTS “He has a will and a way of his own.” Seniors whose pictures Were not available HELEN ENDLICH “As full of moods as an April sky.” DOROTHY TENNANT “My true love hath my heart and have his.” An Ode to Port Huron High i. Here ' s to Port Huron High Just down from the sky, With angelic beings to rule ; We will cheer them along With a smile and a song, Our famous Port Huron High. II. She stands like a queen On a carpet of green, A beautiful spot to behold ; She fills us with knowledge, She ' s next to a college, Our famous Port Huron High. III. Our studies are hard, Our feelings are marred By these angelic beings who rule ; But we ' ll sure win the day Through mixed work and play, In our famous Port Huron High. IV. Now boost it along Ye out standing throng, A word of encouragement give ; Now give it a name That is worthy of fame, Long live our Port Huron High. —PAULINE GIBSON. CLASS ROSTER NAME Nick Name Bj Word Fred Adams “Fred” Hello Kid Marguerite Baer “Maggie,” Oh, No Helen Barrett “Sunshine” Horrors 1 Elizabeth Bennett “Ibbie” Oh, No Mary Bradley “Dollie” Better left unsaid George Bradley “Bradley” Nix on that Earl Brotherton “Bing” Aw, cut it Roy Brothwell “Bozo” Holy Smokes Edith Brown “F,d” Hay Y ou Marjorie Browne “Marj.” Oh, Cat Margaret Campbell “Maggie Eliza” I’ll be home early Charlotte Cochran “Puddin.” By Gum Frank Crimmins “Crimoliu. ' i” Oh, Now — Lynn Dane “Dane” Better left unsaid Adelaide Dart “Dat ' i” I’m just ragging Arthur Davidson “Art” Ja-Da Leona DeL.von “Maggie.” Oh, Jiggs Helen Dunbar “Bobby” Say, Listen Helen Endlich “Lucille” Oh, I donlt want ’a An nr. Fead 4,r av ’ Goodness Winifred Ferrett “Winnie Now you quit Verna Fitzgerald “Pudge” You Naughty Thing Ruth Gerrie “Buddy” What do you think of that, now ? Mavde Gigax “Gizzio” I’ll say as much Gertrude Gleason “Trudo” Very good, Eddie Lilly Hagle “LiT For heaven ' s sake Mary Hamlin “Mamie” Oh! Viola Hart “Vi” My Cotton Harold Hart “Hardio” Some Baby Earl Hartson ‘•Hartson” That’s no good Harold Hill “Hillio Get the spirit Lenore Hilliker “Nore” Oh, Dear Martha Hochleitner “Slim” Oh, Hang Charles Houle “Ct-p” Where do you get that stuff Thomas Howard “Tom” Some Jazz Hazel Howell “Hadey” Good-Nite Edward Jenks “Ted” What’s the word ? Ruth Kaiser “Buddie” Gosh LeVangc Kimball “Tud” What could be sweeter ( jccupation Where. Found Favorite Song Running high school Working Talking Eating Creating a disturbance Winking Fussing Sweeping Miss Kilby’s room Collecting dues Growing Bossing Spending week-e nds in Ann Arbor Picking up fights Flirting Writing notes Dancing the cheek dance Bringing up father Making faces Getting mad Frowning Making eyes Heart Breaking Running everywhere Raving Taking “Fitz” Flirting Getting cases Studying Loving ’em up Admiring Miss Northrup Getting dope for Student Admiring the President Nobody knows Failing in Physics With Grace In a Dodge Senior Room Up Town Hasn’t been found ? At prayer meeting Sunday shows With Him At the mail box Room A At writing desk Roaming the streets Pool room At Brown’s Driving a Willys-Knight Evening paper With a man Alono in the light of her spunk Yale Dance hall Brickers Room A On ferry boat Any place but home In church With the bunch Entertaining Duncan At Vivian’s Home At Tennant’s With the little boy Nowhere Ullenbruch’s I Love the Ladies I’m Simply Crazy Over You The Rosary Ja-Da There is No Place Like Home Oh. How She Could — Kiss Me Again Twinkle Twinkle Little Star I’ll Say He ( ? ) Does Indiana If I Only Had a Man My Bonnie Is Over the Ocean I Love a Lassie I’m Always Chasing Rainbows He is Mv Lover and Mine Alone Can You Tame Wild Women? What’s the Matter With Father? Are You From Heaven? I Won’t The Man Who Threw Me Down Tickle-Toe Sing Me Love’s Lullaby Bonnie Jean When Uncle Joe Steps Into France He Mav Be Old But He Has Young Ideas There’s a Quaker Down in Quakertown Hark! Mv Harold Angel Sings Hold Me in Your Loving Arms Mv Irish Song of Songs Good-Bye Girls, I’m Through Too Much Mustard I Love You Truly What Do You Want To Make Those Lyes At Me For? Love is Like a Red, Red Rose Bumming off Nickles Making hits Skipping Looking innocent Waiting for a call Sylvester’s Strolling Lexington Wherever she goes At the movies Ja-Da” , „ )on’t You Ever Get Lonely ? iunshine of Your Smile Want To Get Married To Change My Name Ciss Me, I’ve Never Been Kissed Before Appearance Timid Romantic Smiling Snappy Pernickity Correct Fleshy Shy Just So Tall Un-fed Bashful Stately Giddy Pale Distinguished Wistful I rial Obstinate Graceful Lively Unexpressible Amusing Petite Divine Frivolous Hungry Sedate Manly Wild Bashful Pensive Short Submissive Remote Grinning Lofty Prim Happy-Go-Lucky Louis Klein stiver Leona Little Leonard Little David MacTaggnrt Bessie Magahay Harry Magahay Esther Ream Harold Richards rrretta Roberts Dorothy Sarjeant Neva Schell ( ’ora Schn acken be rg Mary Schuberth Ross Scupholm George Silhavy Evah Smith Frances Smith Harold Smith Mildred Smith Raymond Smith Fred Stoudt Dorothy Major Harold Marlette Madeline McCowun William McCrackt n Ashford Mcno Laura Moore Marjorie Neville Russell Norris Wilb ur Oliver William Ottaway Hope Phillips Irving Pollock Jessie Purkiss Nellie Randall Courtney Hauser Samuel Sullivan Wilbur Sylvester Nina Thorne Margaret Toft Daniel Watts Harold Waugh • Klein ie ‘‘Sis” “Len” “Dave” “B” My Gosh Oh, (lee May L have your Attention ? You poor fish Oh, Boy Running the “Y” Falling down Carrying the burdens of the Senior Class Watching Looking sour Maceabee Temple With Gladys With her In a Ford Library I Can Dance With Evervbodv But Mr Wife 1 Hate To Get Up Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes He’s a Devil in His Own Home Town Little Grey Home in the West “Mnggio” Say fellows, here’s another story “Siii” I’s Wild “Ritchie” I say, fellows “Greet” Oh! “Do .” Won’t that he great “Schelly” Joy “Snaclvy” “Mary Sunshine” Oh, Gee Oh, Jurainy “Scuph” What’s the big idea ? “George” Beer, beer, when there is no beer “Jumlm” Sit on � tack “Smitty” Man alive, child Bluffing Keeping away rats Writing letters Alma Collecting C. of C. reports Hard to say Exchanging notes Building air castles Breaking hearts Worrying Walkir.g Handing out chocolates Orating Heaven is My Home Come On Dad My Wild Days Are Over Meeting ( ?) at her locker Cupid, He’s Found My Heart In St. Clair If He Means What I Think He Means In her car I Love Him Truly Everywhere Sympathy With Elaine I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles Lapeer Avenue How Can I Leave Thee ? Burlesque shows Sweet Bye and Bve Riding on Woodward In an aeroplane Avp. on rainy nights Boosting With mamma There’s a Boy in the Heart of Ohio With a Heart That Belongs To Me Work For the Night is Coming “Billv” “Billy” “Smithc” “Fred” “Dody” “Ma rletto” “Mad” “Bill” “Tuffy” “Bright Eves” “SSfr “Web” “Bill” “Soap” “Polly” “Si” “Nell” “Court” “Sully” “Bill” “Thorny” “Beau” “Dan” “Mike” For goodness sakes For goodness sakes How’s every little thing ? You bet ! My cotton I want my money back What’ll I do ? Wipe off that smile IIow Yu Gonna Keep ’em oh. Dear Oh, Gad Aw, Keep Quiet Get that, Guys For the Luvva Mike Oh, Darn The Firm’s Losing Money I’ll Never Tell Gosh Listen Say, You go jump in the Lake Please, how would you do this, Miss Kress ? Gad, Girl Oh, My She was a pippin Now, You Stop Eluding Coehroaches Having one date an evening Making out dunce programs Glee club Laughin’ Studying Stargazing Frowning ? Yawning Waiting Worrying Presiding over session room Dancing Tackin’ ' em down In his Pierce-Arrow In a Buiek Tuesday night assemblies Having a good time Mr. Anderson’s room Any old place With one of her husbands Posing Detroit (?) Dreaming Majestic Theatre In training Masonic Temple On th road to Home Sweet Home Jollying Miss Blake Gayety Theatre Swearing Getting up dances Giving brilliant recitations At school Keeping quiet On Hie tar Making gravy Sewing Kidding Miss Rush Escaping his past Translating I itin Library Primping Before the mirror Writing letters to France Looking for mail man Tiptoeing around Sarnia Talking to Bessie With the fellows She Is My Daisy The Campbell Is Coming A Little Love, A Little Kiss I Cannot Sing the Old Songs I Want a Man With an Auto You Great Big Beautiful Doll Since I Met Wonderful You Get Me a Job Upon a Peanut Stand They Go Wild, Simply Wild Over Me I Want To Be An Angel How Can You Tell ? Oh, Helen Rock Me To Sleep Mother Comprenez-vous Papa? In Tennessee I’ve Got the Alcoholic Blues School Days, Dear Old Golden Rule Days Sailing Oh, How I Hate To Get Up in the Morning Nut Brown Maiden Uncle Josh at the Dentists Naughty, Naughty, Naughty Over There My Grand Mamma’s Advice The White House Is the Light House of the World Reserved Crestfallen Loud Flashy Decidedly Mannered Solemn Fair Fickle Pretty Fussy Flirting Mornid Optimistic Serious Mischievous Imposing Persistently Pleasant Snippy Queenly Sober Ha ndsonie Dashing Vigorous Dreamy Prim Studious Stern Pouty Fast Shabby Worldly Long Shocking Carefree Noisy Demure Skinny Young Blushing Peaked Self -conscious Giddy 31 n JMemoriam JOHN COWAN DIED 1919 CLASS OF 1920 BOYS Ashley, Merle Baker, Bertrand Brown, Paul Browning, Paul Carlisle, Allan Clialcraft, Curtis Dane, Lynne Dixon, Albert Field, Dudley Harland, Harvey Hill, Carleton Hill, William Hogan, Albert Hunger ford, Harlan Lewis, Eugene Minnie, Allan Mueller, Barnhardt Norris, George Parsons, Edward Pettengill, Marti ville Popplewell, P ' rancis Potter, Francis Richards, Harold Reid, Lloyd Ross, Harry Rubenstein, Justin Smeoder. Charles Stecher, Samuel Stevenson, Albert Tappati, Gordon Taylor, Arthur Taylor, Charles Tibbits, Harold Ullenbruch, William GIRLS Adams, Gladys Akers, Margaret Annas, Isabel Barrett, Bonnie Black, Helen Bonner, Marjorie Brown, Elizabeth Campbell, Lucile Clink, Lenora Cowan, Elizabeth Davis. Lottie Deal, Doris Dunsmore, Emma Gillesby, Beth Elliott, Beth Evans, Ruth French, Dorothy Gruel, Louisa Hagle. Lily Hall, Gertrude Hardy, Miriam Herbert, Marie Holland, Dorothy Isbister, Beatrice Jackson, Evelyn Jones, Maud Kennedy, Ruth Little, Ruth Locke, Marjorie Losie, Alice Lowe, Gladys Lymburner, Adeline Maurer, Marie McAulay, Alma Morden, Mary McIntosh, Olive Mcjennett, Reta McLaren. Isabel Miller, Edna Mitchell, Helen Moore. Frances Moak, Lillian Molineaux, Marion Morris, Irma Mosher, Lillian Nelson, Helen Nern, Edna Nolan, Beatrice Smith, Mabel Steinborn, Marguerite Stewart, Marion Stocks, Etta Stewart, Bernice Sturmer, Ruth Thorne, Grace Thorne, Nina Toft, Katherine Warren, Blanche Welsh, Elizabeth West, Alice Whybrew, Lena CLASS OF 1921 GIRLS Andrews, Frances Baker, Anna Beach, Beatrice Bedal, Agnes M. Blair, Velma Board man. Marguerite Bradley, Olive Burns, Mabel Burt, Mary Cady, Helen Campbell, Jean Carlisle, Edith Clemo, Roumane Colvill, Winifred Cooper, Evelyn Dewhirst, May Duck, Lillian Finch, Marguerite Fitz, Meryl Fogarty, Ruth Foster, Fruce Fox, Lillian Gardner, Wilda Greene, Dorris Hartlieh, Elizabeth Harrison, Edith Hayman, Martha Henniger. Beulah Holland, Frances Isbister, Bessie James, Louise Jenks, Helen Kenyon, Bertie Kidd, Helen King, Lucile — Junior Klaus, Lila Klingensmith, Lola K re sin, Lena Kreitzinger, Irma Lamb, Ardith Lammy, Florence Lane, Gladys Lee, Rosabelle Leffler, Lois Ludy, Mildred McCowan, Hazel Mclnnis, Mildred McIntyre, Katherine Magahay, Alice Marshall, Jeanette Maxwell, Ada Meisel, Eleanor Miller, Lila Mills, Henrietta Moore, Ruth Mudge, Mildred .Orr, Dorothy Powell, Winifred Powrie, Nina Schell, Elaine Schoenrock, Florence Schuck, Ruth Schramlin, Genevieve Sharrard, Sibyl Sickles, Annabelle Smith, Elizabeth Smith, Frances Smith, Thelma Stevenson, Leona Stimson, Beatrice Tennant, Gertrude Thorne, Grace Van Valkenburg, Mary Walker, Ruth Warner, Eva Warner, Mavis White, Lenore Whiting, Beatrice Wilson, Rosie BOYS Allen, Frank Appel, Francis Ashley, Merle Baker, William Barton, Omar Beceon. Clayton Bedan, Colburn Beneway, Raymond Black, Eugene Blackney, Forest Bonnett, Charles Butler, Milton Cady, John Callanan, John Carson, Robert Corsaut, Jay DeGra w, Kenneth Dimmick, Eugene Fenner, Russel French, Clayton French, Russell Frink, Wayne Gerrie, Normile Gillesby, George Goslin, Robert Halstead, Harold Hartman, William Hilwig, Edwin Hoffman, Edwin Holt. Carl Johnson, Calvin Kilets, Rowden Kreuger, Rudolph Kunz, Thornton Langtry, Bennett Lasher, Carleton Lawrence, Don Lewis, Donovan Mclnnis, George Lachean, Gordon Manuel, Guy Martz, Carl Miller, Eldred Montgomery, Wayne Noel, Herbert Parson, Chester Pressprich, Arno Ransay, James Ross, John Ross, Donald Rupe, Dan Simms, Russell Stocks, Eldon Stuart, Roy Summers. Taylor Taylor, John Timms, Herbert Ward, Henry Wurzel, Raymond Andrews, Frances Toast to the Student Dear Student, here’s to you. An old friend and a true ; You’re born of high school red and white, Dear Student, here’s to you! You’re full of fun, you’re full of cheer, You know us all right well, • We wait the time when you appear, To hear the things you tell. Of what we’ve said, of what we’ve done. What pleasures and what woes, What games we ' ve lost, what games we’ve won O ' er Athletic foes. You carry pictures which recall. The friends we met this year; And through you we’ll remember all, The faces we hold dear. Dear Student, here ' s to you. An old friend and a true; You’re born of High School red and white, Dear Student, here ' s to you. The judge stern and authoritative leaned out over his desk and looked down at the young belligerent, a boy of about nine, who had been brought in by a big policeman for sentence. Sizing the boy up and down over his glasses, the judge cleared his throat. “Young man, do you understand the ethics of swearing ?” “Yes sir,” replied the urchin promptly. “I caddied for you last summer.” “Prisoner discharged,” said the judge huskily. In Union Parade Bill — Queer wasn’t it? Jim — What? Bill — Why the only men who rode in autos were the walking delegates. A. Fead— Why is the death of a sculptor the most horrible death? W. Ferret — I don’t know, why? A. Fead — Because he makes faces and busts. CLASS OF 1922 Freshman Girls Ames, Vera Basney, Helen Bigger, Mildred Branagan, Helen Branagan, Neva Brines, Georgia Brotherton, Marion Broth well, Helen Brothwell, Mabel Burlingham, Joyce Cady, Eleanor Campbell, Louise Campbell, Margaret Campbell, Marguerite Collins, Mary Conat, Velda Cowan, Anne Crawford, Marguerite Deering, Lenore De Wolfe, Helen Puffin, Esther Dunkel, Zelda Eichhorn, Eunice Fead, Francina Ferguson, Vera Gallacher, Phyllis Goddard, Ealga Godfrey, Mary Goschnick, Erma Graham, Marie Gray, Beatrice Graziadei, Carmela Hall, Mary Harper, Myrtle Kelly, Katherine Kerr, Leela Jefferson, Alberta Lansdowne, Feme Loope, Wanda McAllister, Marjorie McCormick, Mary Me Cowan, Gabel McFadden, Gladys McLeod, Mary McManus, Elizabeth Marone, Rose Minor, Joyce Morris, Marguerite Mueller, Florence Myers, Alberta Myron, Joyce Nelson, Evelyn Nolan, Bernice O’Rourke, Mary Pace, Esther Philbrick, Katherine Phillips, Ethel Phipps, Mary Robbins, Bernadine Simpson, Carol Sims, May Smith, Helen Smith, Isabelle Stanzel, Helen Stevens, Hilda Stevens, Marion Stewart, Emily Swain, Frances Thomas, Elizabeth Turnball, Phyllis Whittican, Nellie Coggins, Alta Robbins, Margaret Maxon, Eva Bontrager, Ruby Alexander, Beatrice Freshman Boys Allen, Nelson Avery, Alex. Baker, F red Baldwin, Ernest Boyd, Ben Briggs, Roy Brown, Gavin Carlisle, Kenneth Church, Kenneth Cochran, Harold Deamud, Harold Draper, Kenneth Durand, George Freiger, Frank Gallacher, Graham Garlick, Harry Garner, Samuel Germain, Aberdeen Goodrich, Dexter Granger, Harry Gunder, Wallace Hazelton, Harold Herd, Warden Hill, Omar Hillock, Isaac Hinsberger, Harvey Hoffman, Rolland Howard, Charles Howard, John Hurley, Ronald Johnson, Thomas Landon, Joel Lewis, Harold McElroy, Frederick McIntosh, Gordon McManus, Kenneth Middleton, Ford Moak, Eutrene Moffet, William Moore, Edward Newsted, Percy Reeves, Alton Robbins, Leslie Ryan, Cady Snow, Charles Stevens, Floyd Stewart, John Strieter, Philip Thornton. Harold Turner, Claude Wagner, Milton Ward, Frank Warren. Alfred Watson, James Wright, Malcolm Young. Harry Socha, Frank Room A Atkinson, Harvey Benedict, Chester Briggs, Clare E. Brogan, Francis Caulkett, Garnett D. Cawthorne, Claude Clemo, Clinton Cowles, Franklin C. Donaldson, Grant Fenner, Harwood Harris, Frank Harrison, Lyal Hawley, Clesson Heeke, Orville Hess, Harry C. Inch, Charles James. Julius Juhl, Howard Kefgeti, Tlieo. Vance McCall, Clarence McCreight, William MacKenzie, Kenneth Moore, Grant Perkins, Gvvynne Purkiss, Arthur Rowe, Arlington Schnackenberg, H race Seitovitz. Burton Shipman, George F. Smith, Wellman M. Stephen, Edward St urine r. Frederic Summers, Eldon Watterworth, Mac Wittliff, Edmund Norton, Walter Stover, John Duff. Wm. R. M. Dillon, Thomas R Bell, Irving Bascow, Edna Bedal, Helen Beckton, Josephine Bissett, Beatrice Bissett. Bertha Bragg, Helen Brown, Helen Byero, Grace Cain, Veria Cascadden, Vera Glendenning. Gladys Dell, Winifred Downs, Margaret Drope, Adassa Elliott, Julia Franklin, Virginia W. Gallacher. Annie Gibson, Pauline Hennigar, Beulah Hillock, Bessie Hillock. Myrtle Kerr, Beatrice CLASS OF 1922 — Continued LaForrest, Georginea Macjennett, Hilda MacLeod, May Daisy MacQueen, Mayme Mason, Mabel Maurer. Doris Miller, Marion Mills, Marguerite Reynolds, Mary Richmond, Helen Rignev, Dorothy Roblins, Saretta Roberts, Pearl Rose, Gladys Sawdon, Thelma Smith, Isabelle Stuart, Helen R. May, Helen Young, Anna Ryan, Jeanne In the parlor there were three A maid, a parlor lamp and he Two’s a company without a doubt And so the parlor lamp went out. X. Y. Z. Maggie hit the fountain And broke her tooth in half T’was hard to understand her And oh ! to see her laugh, She’s going to the dentist Who’ll put a new one in Soon she’ll be making up the time And all she’ll do is grin. Mrs. Naumann in French talking about the green trees helping the eyes. Lucille King — “Well, why don’t they have the walls green if they help the eyes then. Adelyne Lymburner — “Use your head. We have the freshmen.” Ruth Sturmer — “I was so dirty after playing tennis the other night I had to use gold dust to get clean.” Harwood Fenner — “Well why didn’t you use brass polish.” Miss Hayward — “If you break that key in the door your name will be mud.” Mr. Lake — “It’s too deep a Lake.” H. Hungerford — One day I went five days without eating — it was on an automobile trip. The sixth day we made soup out of the car and ate it. A. Meno — How could you? H. Hungerford — It turned turtle. A. Dixon (at Times-Herald office) — “I’d like to get copies of your paper for a week back.” Fresh Clerk — “Hadn’t you better get a mustard plaster?” President ' s Message With the year 1919 comes the close of our four year stay in P. H. H. S. With it comes joy and sorrow ; joy, because we have finished a good part of our education ; sorrow because we will miss many friends and teachers for as a class we shall never return. But for ourselves it is necessary that we leave in order that we may further our education or possibly make use of the education already acquired. These joys, regrets and sorrow are all an invaluable part of our training. We are leaving with the one object in view, the determination to uphold the honor of our dear old High. During the past years in this school we have noticed particularly the need of a real class spirit. When a class spirit manifests itself, in a class it is a great help to that class. But there are perversions of everything and sometimes a too greatly displayed class spirit is detrimental to the class. When these over enthusiastic people get out into the world they form the egotistic and conceited class. We hope not to belong to this class, but, through a more restrained class spirit we hope to be better fit and thus better able to do our share in solving the great problems which are before us today. Class Hist ory The four years that we spent in High School seem a life-time, and yet in retrospection it was a part of our lifetime which we shall never forget. In 1915, when we entered, it seemed as though 1919 was an infinitely long distance away, but to-day we are fortunate enough, as it seems to us, to be living in the good year of our commencement. We came to this haven as seeker of wisdom. It seemed disappointing to us at times but nevertheless we received an education and taking this in its broadest sense we have some- thing. In our Freshman year we did not know how to look wise and conse- quently we passed as “Fresh.” The one social event of the year was the Senioi -Freshman party. Here we became acquainted with many Seniors and enjoyed the event immensely. After having met in our session room a few times, faces began to look friendly and familiar and we felt capable of electing officers. The following students were the popular choice! President, Russell Norris, Vice President, Gretta Roberts; Secretary. Anna Fead; Treasurer, Fred Adams; Advisors, Misses Steglich and Taylor. The second chapter of our High School career began when we entered the school in 19 1 6 as Sophomores. We became freer, had more parties and enjoyed ourselves more. The class was at the adolescent age and was eager to let the school know there was a sophomore class. The social quali- ties within us were awakening; they were being trained. These conviviali- ties were all a part of our duecation and a part which shall always bring sweet reminiscences to our minds. This training is something that will stay with us and will not have to be constantly repleted in order that we may remember it. It is a memento which we shall always carry with us. Latei on we had a class meeting; at which the following were elected : President, Edward Bassett; Vice-President, Helen Endlich; Secretary, Mary Schuberth, Treasurer, Russell Norris; Advisors, Miss Westbrook and Mr. Davis. We were as sophomores still a relatively timed class for there were two grades above us yet, and having a regard for the prestige due to them we were rather in subjection. This did not dampen our spirit but only accel- erated it In the meantime however, another class of green Freshies had entered and this eased our minds. Socially the class was not asleep for we held a gay party, dancing and playing games the attractions. Many other parties and lunches were held. The school year of 1917 was a cheerful and lively class of Juniors en- rolled. During this year the number of students in our class had beco me noticeably reduced. We were climbing to the heights of wisdom and some fell down. There still was in the atmosphere a consciousness of “the man higher up. I he potentates’ power pervaded the edifice. We were not yet Seniors, but we felt proud of being Juniors, and we felt important when the Sophomores or Freshmen would stand at the session room door looking in rather nonplused, as it seemed to us. After things became a little settled we held a class meeting; Ross Sc up hoi m was elected President and it was through his persistent efforts that the class forged ahead. The other officers were: Vice-President, Mary Schuberth; Secretary, Helen Barrett; Treasurer, David MacTaggart; Ad- visors, Misses Brown and Hughes. During our Junior year many social events were held. We held a party for ourselves at which light refreshments w ere served. Some time after this we had a luncheon followed by a good time. Later on, the girls of our class honored the boys who enlisted in the Boys’ Working Reserve when they gave them a party. When snow covered the ground w r e had a sleigh ride. Toward the end of the year we were also invited to the June Hop, Class Day and Commencement exercises. These social doings sup- plied a part of our education that could not be over-looked. We were now being treated as Juniors, Future Seniors, for we gave the Seniors a party at the Masonic Temple. The Seniors enjoyed it and we gained remarkably by the experience. It was good training for us as we would occupy their shoes next year. This was all in preparation for our final year in school as Seniors. This final year was the best of all. At last we had reached the top, we had become Seniors. In our enthusiasm to do something or get something started, we held a class meeting early in the year. It was difficult to get away from precedent, but finally we elected officers. President, Leonard Little; Vice-President, Frances Smith; Secretary, Neva Schell; Treasurer, Edith Brown; Advisors, Misses Hayward and Northrup. Soon after elections for the “Student” weie held. With Helen Barrett, Editor-in-chief; Harold Hill, Business Manager; Thomas Howard, adver- tising manager, a super-Student is inevitable, for these three are hard and willing workers. We had by now done nearly all the electing for the year. Things had quite arranged themselves by now so we played the same trick on the Freshmen that had been played on us four years ago — nameiy the Freshmen-Senior party. The next social event was given in Miss Brown’s honor. At the first of the year she had been chosen advisor but she now was going to Detroit, so the Seniors entertained her. Days rolled along uneventfully until we had a supper in High School. Although this is a class history the digression gives us the necessary data by which the class had to w ' ork and by which it has to be judged. Working on Mr. Haensel’s suggestion the Senior boys organized a Young Men’s Council of the Chamber of Commerce. It is not a Senior organization even though it w r as started by Seniors. Its purpose is to help the city along the lines that escape the interest and attention of the men. It is an addi- tion to our city. Toward the end of the year the Seniors were distinguished from the rest of the school, for the class had received its pins and rings. Near the end of the year also, the Juniors gave us an exquisite party enjoyed by every- one present. We are now planning the same affairs that our predecessors did. We are intending a big final windup to our fourth year. Some may return to take a post graduate course, some may return to renew old acquaintances, but as a class we have graduated. The great war closed during our Senior year. Soldiers are returning. We are stepping into the world as a new era opens before us. It is with great ecstaey that we should enter into this eon and become a part of it. for America needs her educated people. We see the possibility of a League of Nations insuring peace forever more. Other great problems have arisen, but they will resolve themselves. With these hopes and opportunities before it the graduating class of 1919 steps into the great universe ready to do its best. G. SrLHAVY. “A t which end of the car shall I descend ?” He asked a conductor named Joe. He answered with a snort : “Take your choice, old sport, Both ends of the car stop you know.” Of Course Not! R. Simms — Does every thing for the humor department have to 1 • humorous? Bee Gray in sewing class after making many unsuccessful attempts to thread a needle. “Say Miss Stewart, haven’t you any larger eyes?” Miss Everham (hearing recitations on book reports) — “Were the con- versations natural ?” M. Warner — “Well they were all about love, war and I can’t say I know much about either.” 5th Hour Latin: John Congo translating — “et pouca vestigia urbis” — and only a few footprints of the city. Mrs. Naumann discussing Paris: “This square is the largest in the world and by the way it is circular.” “The aeroplane’s the thing.” This sentence uttered by Harold Hart solved a problem that had been troubling us for many days. Back on the day of our graduation from dear old Port Huron High we had agreed that on the tenth anniversary of our graduation we would look up all our old class mates and see how fortune had treated them. So we soon purchased a large Handley-Page machine and prepared for our journey, which bid fair to be long. As the big machine lifted itself off the ground and gathered speed for its rush through the air to New York, we discussed our plans for seeing all our old class mates and awaking in them again the spirit of those memorable days which we had spent together. It must have been that many of our old class mates were filled with the spirit of the wanderlust, for although a few like David MacTaggart and Harold Smith had settled down in Port Huron and prospered as business men, the majority were scattered over the globe from Pekin to Peru. Our first stop was New York, which we reached in a few hours, landing on the roof of the Biltmore, which is a favorite landing place for people from ihe subuiban districts; we left the machine and hurried cross town. As we left the subway at Times Square we came face to face with Ross Scupholm and his wife (Adelaide Dart) returning from a trip abroad. After we left them we hurried over to Mary Schuberth’s tea room on Fifth Avenue. The tea room was a charming place with decorations of Japanese design. Mary informed us that Gretta Roberts was head nurse in a large New York hos- pital. That evening we took dinner at the Palais Royal and were both delighted and surprised to find the leading lady w r as none other than Madeline Mc- Cowan. While at dinner in w ' alked Roy Brothw ' ell, who was connected with a firm of Wall Street brokers. Roy had just returned from Washington, where he had met Helen Endlich, Leona Little and Charlotte Cochrane, who were attending the congressional session as representatives from their re- spective states. Returning to our hotel late that night we met Earl Hartson. who was connected with a large New York daily, and William Ottaway, who was making himself famous in Shakespearean plays and w ' as considered a leading actor of the 20th century. Eariy the next morning we departed from New York and late that after- noon we passed a steamer close enough to recognize Dorothy Tennant and Harold Hill, who were on their wedding trip, abound for the old country. Late that evening we landed on the roof of the Hotel Savoy in London. In the morning we took a trip out to a suburban district where we had heard that Frank Crimmins was a policeman. He was away at the time and re- turning to London we ran across Margaret Campbell, Mayde Gigax, and Ruth Kaiser, in company with Miss Northrup, who were visiting the places of historical interest in connection with English literature. We had learned that Leonard Little, our Class President, was chancellor of the exchequer, where it seemed that he was as much of a politician as he was in the old days. Before we left we had the pleasure of meeting our old class president and he was certainly very glad to see us. The next morning we made a call on Louis Kleinstiver, who was the London representative of the Cunard Steamship Company. From him we learned that Harry Magahay and Fred Adams were both captains on boats of that line. That afternoon we crossed the channel and made a landing at a held just outside of Paris. Taking a taxi we were soon in the midst of the gayety of that gay city. • We put up at the Continental and getting in touch with George Silhavy by phone we invited him to come and take dinner with us. At dinner, he in- vited us to attend the opera and hear the Smith trio, composed of Frances, Mildred and Evah Smith, who were then in Paris. He was connected with an American firm of bankers. He told us the astonishing news that Tom Howard w as head of one of the French dancing academies and that with him was Earl Brotherton. The next morning while taking a stroll on one of the avenues we ran across Dan Watts. At the time we saw him he was sur- rounded by Lenore Hilliker, Hazel Howell and Dorothy Major, also several French grisettes who were vainly beseeching him to allow them to retain their lap dogs, but seemingly to no purpose. The weather remaining fair we decided to continue our journey and so we left for Monte Carlo. Early in the morning we made a landing and lost no time in looking up Fred Stoudt, who was running the Autourde la Roulette, a famous gambling resort. While we were taking a stroll along “Les Ter- rassess we came face to face with Arthur Davidson, opposite Suicide Clift . He was spending his vacation in France, being connected with an English orchestra from Liverpool. Before we left we learned that some of our class mates were in Rome, so we determined to head for that place. Early that evening we found ourselves in Rome, at the Hotel Imperial. From the clerk we learned that a party of American tourists were stopping there and upon inquiry they proved to be Bessie Magahay, Jessie Purkiss, Hope Phillips and Neva Schell. They were out-of-town so we lost no time in looking up Mary Hamlin, who was living in Rome with her husband, the American Consul. As she stated that Verna Fitzgerald and George Bradley were living in Naples, we decided to make that our next stop. On account of adverse weather conditions we were unable to land and so continued to Athens, where we had elarned that Wilbur Oliver was studying Greek archeology. We found Wilbur at the Parthenon and he invited us out to dinner. He informed us that a few days previous to our arrival Cora Schnack- enberg and Leon DeLyon had left Athens, where they had been studying Greek archeology, for a Mediterranean port. While at dinner we learned that Laura Moore and Ruth Gerrie were in Athens, so we looked them up. They were at another hotel and were just returning to America from a Balkan state, where they had been stationed as missionaries. We went next to Constantinople, the meeting place of the Occident and the orient, where we had heard that Harold Waugh was the American Am- bassador. We called on him and he insisted that we spend a few days with him, but this we were unable to do. From him we learned that Hazel Howell was cruising the Black Sea with her husband, the Prince of Monaco, just before we left, word was brought to the embassy that several Americans had just arrived on the steamer from Singapore and they wished to see the ambassador. The Americans proved to be none other than Lavange Kim- ball and Courtney Rauser, who were on a diplomatic mission for our govern- ment. After leaving Constantinople we had a pleasant but uneventful flight across the Mediterranean. We had planned to continue on to Cairo, where Martha Hochleitner and Nellie Randall were staying. Arriving at Cairo we were able to locate both of the girls without any trouble and we found them engaged in studying Arabic. At the time we saw them they were just re- turning from a long trip up the Nile. They invited us to visit the Sphinx and Pyramides, so we procured camels and proceeded out to them. Just as we were coming around a corner of the Sphinx we came face to face with Lynn Dane who, at the time we saw him, was trying hard to maintain his scat on the camel’s back. We were so surprised that he was past us before we could speak and the last we saw of him he was hanging on desperately by one hand and the camel was trying his best to get rid of him. In Cairo we met an Arab sheik who informed us that an American by the name of William McCracken was running an ice cream parlor in Timbuctu, on the edge of the desert, and that he was doing cpiite a business with the dusky maidens. In fact it was the talk of all the Sahara. From Cairo we went to Bombay, where Margaret Baer was last heard from. In Bombay we learned from the consul that she and Dorothy Sar- geant had gone to Delhi in search of peacock feathers. We .followed them there and they were certainly glad to see us, especially as we were of their own race. They expected to leave for home in a couple of years and they wanted us to stay a while, but this we could not do. While passing over the Gobi desert in China we were forced to make a landing for repairs. Before we again took up our journey we met Wilbur Sylvester, who was on an exploring trip for the National Geographic Society. From him we learned that several of our class mates were in Pekin, so we decided to stop there. The rest of our journey was without trouble and arriving at Pekin we began at once to look up our class mates. We found Marjorie Brown living with her husband, an American Professor of Econ- omy. She informed us that Helen Barrett was wife of the British Ambas- sador. We called at the embassy but were sorry to learn that the ambas- sador and his wife were away on business. The next day we left for Tokio, where we had heard t hat Harold Marlette was stationed with his fleet. We were fortunate enough to find the rear admiral on board his ship. He had recently seen Gertrude Gleason and Margaret Toft, who were taking a trip around the world. They said they had seen Anna Fead in company with her aunt at Manilla, who were also traveling in the far east. After we left Tokio we headed for Honolulu where we found Mary Bradley and Helen Dunbar managing a pineapple plantation. We stayed only long enough to take in the sights, and they were many. From the girls we learned that Winifred Ferrett was a missionary in New Guinea. They had heard from her only a month previous to our arrival and at the time she expected soon to be moved. We continued our journey to Panama, wdiere Russell Norris was in charge of one of the canal locks. He told us that Edith Brown was living in Colon with her husband (Sam Sullivan) who was a sanitary engineer for the government. While in Panama w r e heard that Viola Hart and Esther Ream were in Callas, Peru, where they were representing the Standard Oil Co. The last stopping place on our journey was San Francisco, wdiere we had heard Marjorie Neville and Elizabeth Bennett were movie actresses. Putting up at the Palaces we soon located them at one of the studios w here they were engaged with a well-known company. We had succeeded on our quest in locating all our old classmates but one when we learned from the captain or a Pacific steamer that Raymond Smith was gold prospecting up in Alaska. As the big machine sank to its final resting place, Harold and I won- dered where our class mates would be ten years from that time. In spite of the variety and interest of their careers, and the favors that Dame For- tune has lavished upon them, 1 think we will all agree that the best days of our lives were spent in dear old Port Huron High. EDWARD W. JENKS T9. HAZEL HOWELL T9. VERNA FITZGERALD T9. English IV : Miss Woodward — What is the difference between a short story and a tale ? K. MacIntyre — The tale always comes at the end. Mr. Crossley— Eugene, how did they ever discover iron ore? E. Lewis — I heard say they smelt it. Class Will In view of the solemn fact that our days as seniors are numbered and that we shall soon pass out into the great beyond (otherwise known as the wild, wild world), and in order that our great achievements may not be lost to this world (otherwise known as Port Huron High School), we the senior class of 19 19 of Port Huron High School do hereby and with all due solemnity draw our will, to take place immediately upon our death, and to this we do affix our seal. 1. To our teachers we do bequeath our love and confiscated notes to- gether with any stray gum which they may have seized from our persons during our stay in this school. 2. To the school board we do leave kind words and flowers. (If you do not receive them call Ullenbruch’s 476W). 3. To Mr. Hungerford we leave with pleasure all our troubles, forged excuses, and any stray rubbers found in the hall. 4. To Mr. Davis we bequeath our locker keys and the valuable clock in the senior room. 5. To Mrs. Halstead ' and Mr. Sweitzer we do dedicate all the dust we may leave on the floor, any stray waste paper, and the colored chalk. 6. To Miss Northrup w r e leave our Chaucer’s, our outside reading, and our affection. 7. To the Junior class we leave our model behavior, our original ideas, and our debts. 8. To the Sophomore class we dedicate the burlesque bill, board across the street, our infallible wdsdom. and Anna Fead’s gum. 9. To the Freshman class we bequeath our report cards, our yellow slips, cur ability to bluff, and the elevators and swimming pool. 10. To Harwood Fenner — Wilber Sylvester’s seat in the library. 11. To Hughie Drake — Dave MacTaggart’s big feet. 13. To Miriam Hardy — Marjory Brown’s height. 14. To Forrest Blackney — Irving Pollock’s cat-call. 15. To John Alien — Harold Smith’s prison socks. 16. To any freshman vamp — Marguerite Baer’s and Hildegarde Blunt’s experience in “Everychild.” 17. To John Ross — Esther Ream’s powerful voice. 18. To Alfred Browning — Courtney Rauser’s affections. 19. To Doris Maurer — Hazel Howell’s rouge. 20. To Kenneth Church— Louis Kleinstiver’s vocab. 2 1. To Clare Briggs — Raymond Smith’s and Bill Ottavvay’s knowledge of Physics. 22. To George Dickey — Earl Brotherton’s lock of hair. 2 3. To Elvaretta Nested — Gertrude Gleason’s vamp eyes and Verna Fits-Gerald’s grin. Signed (with red ink) in the year of our Lord one thousand, nine hun- dred and nineteen in the so-called office of the so-called superintendent of the Port Huron High School. (Signed) SENIOR CLASS OF ’19 Witness: Mrs. Halstead. Class Song At this time of graduation, Mid the gaieties of June. Comes the music’s joyful echo, To make our spirits all in tune. And we’re thinking o’er our school days, Of the four years that have passed, How we worked and toiled together, And united formed our class. With this eve of graduation. Comes a parting of the ways, And the truth must rise before us, They are past! our High School days. We must leave this schol forever, And in life must take our place. But within our minds are memories. Scenes that time will ne’er erase. In that wondrous hall of memory, There are treasures without end. There we find sweet recollections. Of good times, old days, old friends. As we look back in the distance, We can see a golden web, Reaching far, divinely woven, Each strand made of friendship’s thread. Now before us stands the future, Where each one will carve his life. And with courage never failing We shall conquer in the strife. Some may walk in paths of glory, Some may reach the throne of Fame, Some may walk in paths untrodden, Seeking happiness to gain. So the Class of 1919 , Leaves the school to all so dear, As the dial of time moves onward, Marking off another year. As we leave our friends and classmates, For we now must say good-bye, All remember days departed — Happy days in Port Huron High. —DOROTHY SARJEANT. Mr. Crossley — What is digestion? Lloyd Reid — Digestion is the process of uniting the foods with the juices in the mouth. United we stand ; divided we fall If we don’t go either way, we won’t go at all. Mr. Meyers — What a fine mouth you have — it ought to be on a girl. Mac Watterworth — I seldom miss the chance. Umpire — “Foul !” Freshie — “Where are the feathers?” Umpire — “This is a picked team kid.” To be fresh is human, to be a senior is divine. April 29, 1919. Mr. Miller appears with lower coat button hole fastened on second but- ton and is serenely unconscious of it. Engagements always betray the par- ticipation. Mr. Anderson — Lawyers render service in a suit. Isabella Specializes The clattering of a pair of heels down the stairs and the capsizing of a stool in the hallway were followed by a vigorous slamming of the front door which set the window rattling. “Mary,” said old Doctor Norton, putting down his book and gazing at his wife over his spectacles, ‘‘it ' s high time that girl had some regular occu- pation. She’s rushing about like a Dervish, and she’s — how old?” “Twenty-one tomorrow,” replied his wife. “Twenty-one !” murmured the old man, as though unable to assimilate the fact. The doctor laid aside his volume on “Mortal Studies from Life” and went to the window. He was only half-listening to his wife as he watched the keenly alert figure of his niece steering a car recklessly through the gate. He watched until the car, going a good thirty miles an hour, dis- appeared over the brow of the hill. Then he returned to his chair, a puzzled smile on his long thin face, asking, “What were you saying, dear?” Then seeing her expression of annoyance, he skillfully engaged her intellect, thereby seeking to neutralize her emotions. “I think,” he proposed, “that Isabella should make good in some line of art work.” “Art work! What put that into your brain?” she disgustedly asked. Then there followed a discussion of a possible art for Isabella. “Well, finally from Mrs. Norton, “whatever faults our wild niece may possess, she has one virtue — she manages, and manages wonderfully well on tiie small pocket allowance we give her each month. Really, Peter, as you say, she keeps up an excellent appearance. That is the essence of econ- omy — political, domestic, or any other. Now at the circle ” This was always the doctor’s cue. His study of the up-lifting move- ments of the day was an acquired taste, acquired to keep harmony and con- versation in the house since his wife had become president of the circle — then he took his cue to avoid a lecture. “Mary!” “Yes, Peter.” She did not look up. “Isabella is twenty-one tomorrow?” “I said so.” “Then, Mary, our dear niece shall decide tomorrow on her life work.” “This is sudden,” Mrs. Norton said turning with a startled, astonished and finally an interested look. “My plan is this,” continued the doctor, “we shall spend tomorrow with her, giving her what she calls a good time and when we get home she shall tell us her decision. I shall tell her our plans when she comes in.” “Splendid,” exclaimed his wife entering into the plan eagerly. “How shall we spend the day?” “I’m not so sure yet,” drawled the old man. “Morning a drive, after- noon a little boating, lots to eat, of course, and perhaps — perhaps, the movies in the evening.” “The movies !” the good woman nearly shrieked. “Peter, have you taken ieave of your senses ?” The doctor remained placid. “My dear,” he said, “there is a film being shown at the Rex tomorrow night, entitled “The Evolution of Religion.” I am sure even you — we — should enjoy it.” “Ah! So long as it’s something moral. Yes, Peter, I think our Isabella would enjoy it more if she were allowed to invite a friend.” “Why, certainly, certainly. A capital suggestion,” said the old man, and the two fell into contented silence. A half-hour later when Isabella burst into the room she was the picture of health and with her entrance she brought in the rushing air. No one would pronounce her beautiful, but she was beautiful, pleasant-looking, a radiant young creature. “Hullo, old folks,” she greeted them, not considering that healthy men and women, even if they are sixty-five never consider themselves old. “Uncle, the car’s a beauty. Never a hitch. So much better than the old bus you had last year. I was wondering if ” “Isabella” interrupted her uncle, “please sit down and ease your breathing you’re panting like a toy terrier.” The girl threw a cap in one direction, her gloves in another and settled herself comfortably in a big arm chair, prepared to enjoy the lecture that was bound to follow r , to its utmost. Then she patiently heard her uncle’s plans for the morrow, the only sign of emotion being a humorous twitching of her half shut left eye w T hen she fully appreciated her uncle’s idea of a “good time.” She brightened up considerably w r hen her aunt suggested she might bring a friend. When her uncle mentioned the picture show, Isa- bella realized what the old folks were undergoing to make her enjoy the day. She jumped down, hugged them both, and then asked, “What on, uncle?” “It’s ‘The Evolution of Religion’ at the Rex, Isabella.” This took her much by surprise but she rapidly gained control of her- self, thanked them and skipped out of the room. The next day when Isabella’s young friend called in a car, it turned out to be Mr. Geoffrey Long, whom she had met at golf and who had kindly consented to be her companion for the day. The day went quickly and smoothly. It was agreeably spent by both young and old and at last as they went from the boat house after dark to- wards the city, Isabella, seated by Geoffrey who w r as driving, leaned across: “Now for the ordeal — Geoff, don’t forget the chocolates, or I’ll die. What a picture show !” Geoff laughed, “Perhaps it won’t be so bad after all. Anyway we’ve had a great time so far.” Then the time fo r the show. Geoffrey, obeying orders, had armed him- self with chocolates. The party moved rapidly down to the front seats. Aunt Mary glanced nervously left and right, with a delusion that people were nudging each other and pointing her out as president of the circle. She blushed as she took her seat. The old man on the other hand appeared to be plainly enjoying himself. Isabella and Geoffrey resigned, were has- tily emptying one box of chocolates. Presently a slide was thrown on the screen and in a scrawling hand it was announced to the house that the “Evolution of Religion” had been lost in transit. Money would be returned to those leaving now. Another film would be offered, “Cupid in the Car” featuring Dot Crawford and Harry Henton. Aunt Mary became very uneasy and uncle looked at Isabella ex- pecting to see happiness on her countenance. To his surprise Isabella rose to leave, accompanied by her aunt and Geoffrey. “Come uncle, auntie won’t enjoy this and we don’t want to spoil her day. Let’s go home and finish up.” The old man displeased, lagged behind. Halfway up the hall the oper- ator changed the slide that caused the audience to applaude. Turning he looked at the screen, then collapsed in a vacant seat and stared. There above the name of Dot Crawford was a close up of his niece. A parting blow to the old doctor, the famous film-star, Harry Henton appeared in like manner — a splendid portrait of their companion of the day. He found the rest outside and called to Isabella. “Isabella,” he said, “this time was appointed for your choice of a pro- fession. That I suppose is unnecessary — I see you have already specialized.” “You saw?” faltered Is abella. “Yes, I saw and approved. Perhaps your aunt will not. But is there any reason she should know, it would only worry her. Shall we say you are only studying art?” “Uncle, dear,” she said, “it was my first real play. I never thought it would be put on the screen ” “Well, dear ?” “Geoff says it will be my last.” “Your last!” he exclaimed. “Well, my child you are choosing the best calling, the best vocation in which to specialize. Now I can tell your auntie.” MAYDE GIGAX. L. Little at class meeting having just completed appointing committees for class banquet and class day exercises : T. Jenks — “I move we have a banquet.” David MacTaggart in History VIII: “Lincoln educated himself on a shovel before the fire. When the shovel was full he scraped it off and began over again.” Hazel Heck discussing nationality: “Well, my grandfather was German but — he’s dead.” Since the Beginning of the World In a western town lived a beautiful girl with the usual big brown eyes, curly hair, wonderful complexion, red lips, and beautiful form, and her name — of course her name was Girl. In an eastern town lived the usual hero of any story, a big masculine type of boy with a dinky mustache or “misplaced eyebrow” as it is familiarly called by the antagonistic High School girl. Of course Girl ' s father and mother died and left her penniless, and Girl went to that big commercial city of New York to try her fortune, and as w r ould be expected her beauty, romantically friendless, pathetic in tattered raiment, appealed as strongly to the “royal heart” as to the ebony major domo of the w ' hite tiled temple of lather and massage, where Girl obtained a position as manicure of the perfumed males who must have beautiful nails before they dared take their sweethearts in their arms. In the mean time a red hot discussion had ensued between Boy and his rich father as to the rights of Boy causing that worthy head of the family to disown Boy, giving him just money enough to take him to “The City of Life.” Arriving there conditions did not seem to Boy ' s liking but he finally located a position as a clerk in an architect ' s office. One day as he was returning home from a very trying day in the office he looked, by accident of course, into the liquid orbs of Beautiful Girl. Next minute he was in the white tiled shop. Boy looked at Girl a minute, hesi- tated a second, sat down, held out one muscular paw and smiled. That w r as the beginning. After that Boy saw Girl every day if only for a few ' minutes, and day by day Girl felt herself falling more and more in love with Boy. She knew r Boy loved her! Then one night Boy told Girl the story of his life and that since his father found he could work and that he made good, he wanted him to come home and to go into partnership with him. Eventually Boy told Girl he couldn’t and wouldn’t go back without her, and Girl w r as so happy she cried on Boy ' s shoulder, then she remembered with a start, that she was poor and Boy was rich, so she told Boy she couldn ' t marry him. Of course Boy wouldn ' t listen to her and murmuring love w r ords into her ear they melted into each, others arms. Jimmy sat up wdth a start as the “Movie” lights w ' ere flashed on and turning he looked at the awkward ' , freckled face girl at his side, 12 years old today, then he sighed and said, “Gee, Nancy! Ain’t love wonderful ?” Nancy got red and stammered, “My — yes — ain’t it just grand!” Nerved by her words, Jim turned to her again and said, “Gosh, Nancy, let’s me and you, when me grow ' up, get married to each other.” And — they — did. They always — Marry the Girl. KATHARINE MacINTYRE ' 21. Irony of Fate The sun shone down upon a beautiful world, clean from the recent showers, the trees and bushes all in bud, and the forest blossoms of the early Spring flowers. It was in Spring of 19 15, just two years before America’s entrance into the World War, the people of this New England town think not for a minute that they would ever become a part of this terrible catastrophe. Little more did the Stanley’s, who were gathered in the library of their spacious home, think so. From the atmosphere within, however, one would sense that a tragedy was being enacted. The blinds were drawn, as if to keep out the bright world, the only light coming from a reading lamp and a dying fire on the hearth. Seated by the fireplace, in what from a distance, seemed to be an upholstered chair, but on closer inspection proved to be a wheel chair, was James Stanley, the oldest of the Stanley orphans, and, on account of the difference between their ages, the father of the other two. He was a cripple from a recent accident, and the shock that he would never walk again had greatly aged him. His face was white and drawn from his great suffering, and his hair was prematurely grey about the temples. Over his knees was thrown a lap robe which as he talked he nervously twisted and knotted in his emaciated hands. “But Bob,” he cried, “think what you’re saying. If you thought this out, you would never have asked such a foolish and utterly impossible thing.” Bob Stanley, the one addressed, was a tall, well knit fellow, with a frank open face, brown eyes that looked at you unwaveringly, and a chin that depicted strong determination. As he paced back and forth he spoke jerkily. “No, Jim, I’ve thought it all out. Last summer, when we were at camp, a surveyor’s outfit passed. One of their men hurt his foot and he stopped a- while with us, so when he was better, I went with them on one of their trips. Honestly, Jim, I never saw anything I liked better or was more interested in. Why, it was great!” “Yes, and it’s all he’s talked of since,” spoke Betty Stanley from the davenport, on the opposite of the fireplace. She was the third and last member of the family. Like her brother. Bob, she was of an athletic build. She was his constant companion during the time they were home from school and she, of course, championed his every cause. “Surely Betty,” Jim spoke again, “surely you’ll see how impossible it would be for a Stanley to become anything but a lawyer. Why the Stanley law fame has existed for five generations, and it isn’t going to become extinct now, if I can help it.” As he finished the muscles of his chin could be seen to stiffen, a chin much like Bob’s, which, in fact, was a family characteristic. No, Jim,” she replied, “It isn’t impossible. Nothing is nowadays. If it were just a notion Bob had, it would be different, but he’s wanted to be an engineer ever since he was a youngster. When we ' re on hikes or canoe trips lie ' s always visualizing and sketching places under other conditions. No, Jim, I think he ought to be an engineer. Why you know he ' s a positive genius at drawing. Jim sat tensely in his chair, saying nothing, but with set features, slowly shaking his head back and forth, until Bob broke in impatiently. “Jim, I ' ve never told you before, but old Higgins out at school told me that my fort lay in a civil engineering course. He said that lie considered I did unusual work, and it would be a mistake to take any other course. That means something from him, and you know i t. Why Bud, he stopped before his brother ' s chair, “it ' s like Betty ' s voice. With the talent she has you ' d never think of not giving her every advantage. If it hadn ' t been for the war, she ' d be in Europe now, studying with the masters, and if you did not make every effort you ' d think it criminal. Well, that ' s the way with my drawing. I have a gift, and I don ' t ask for anything more than to be allowed to take an engineering course. For a few minutes after this futile appeal, there was a dead silence in the room, which Jim, with the same expression and beads of perspiration on his brow, finally broke in a voice that could be barely heard. “No, Bob, it ' s unthinkable. Since this happened, he pointed to his useless legs under the robe, “I have comforted myself that it would be but a short time before you would take hold. With this thought uppermost I have held on. If 1 should sanction your taking up anything but law, I would feel that I ' d be violating a sacred trust of my father and also my forefather. So if you take this course, you shall have to do it with no help from me. You will have your allowance for spending money and the house shall be open to you at all times. That is all. He sank back in his chair absolutely exhausted. Bob, a deadly white, had recoiled from this speech as from a blow, but now in a husky voice, disregarding the cry of Betty, replied, “All right. It shall be as you say. I ' ll be leaving today with that surveyor ' s gang to earn some money for next fall. It was in April two years later, a week after that memorable day when the President declared war. Of the many students who were Boston “Tech to enter training camps, none was leaving with better wishes for the future or general sorrowing at his departure by professors and students alike than one young sophomore, Bob Stanley. Always he had stood among the best in his classes and always foremost in athletics and now, although he had enlisted as a private, the professors had urged and almost begged him to enter an officer ' s training camp. But he as usual had remained firm in his purpose and only replied, “No, it would take too long and as it is. I’m afraid the other fellows will finish it up before I get a chance at the Huns. Back in the old home the news had not been unwelcome. Jim, the happiest he had been in some time, had exclaimed, “Well, there ' s some Stanley in line after all ! And he had watched Betty making a service flag and had even stood on his crutches when she hung it in the window. Bob had written that there would be a furlough soon, and he would be lip to see them all. There had been but two visits home since that eventful day, and to each one it had been such a strained time, that all were relieved at the end. But on this occasion all prepared to have a glorious time, and banish everything past and live in the present. However, a telegram brought abruptly to an end these preparations for after three months inten- sive training, all furloughs were forbidden and sailing orders awaited. Again two years had passed, again it is spring, and again the scene is the Stanley library. But such a different library! The blinds are raised high to let the sunshine in, there are flowe rs everywhere, and a fire is sparkling on the hearth to keep the nip out of the air. As before, James Stanley is seated in the wheel chair, but such a different James! Although his face is thinner and more lined, and his hair much grayer, his eyes are filled with joy, and his face has regained much of its former boyishness. From time to time he glanced at his watch, and like a child with a new toy, he would take a leather case oft the table, and handle it most lovingly. ' ‘Do you think he’ll like it, Betty?” he asked wistfully of Betty, who was flitting here and there. “Why, he couldn’t help but like it,” she replied. “He always wanted one but could never afford it, but he’ll appreciate it more than ever to think you got it yourself.” For Jim who had left his chair had gone down town himself to buy the best he could find as a peace offering to Bob who was coming home today after many months in a hospital with gunshot wounds, the nature of which his family did not know. Betty had given up going to meet him as she knew how keen the disappointment had been when the doctor forbade Jim to go, and had sent instead the car. “Sing for me, Betty,” Jim asked, so Betty sat down at the piano which had been brought up from the music room for Jim’s sake and sang to him his favorite songs, while he leaned back in his chair. This was the scene when Bob, battle worn and with his right arm much bandaged in a sling, came home. Some hours later after the first greetings were over and a few experi- ences related, Jim handed to Bob the case which had lain beside him for a time forgotten. Bob took it wonderingly and clumsily opened it with his left hand, and seemed to be quite overcome by what he saw. “Why Jim,” he spoke in an awed voice. “Why Jim, these are the most wonderful drawing instruments I ever saw. I never expected to own any like them and I shall always keep them, but — ” here he paused, but with tears streaming down his face, continued, “I ought not to tell you now, but blood poisoning set in, and my hand had to be amputated at the wrist. I can write all right with my left hand, but I could never learn to draw, and anyway I think law was the only thing meant for me after all.” FRANCES SMITH. Dreaming It was a cold rainy night in April. Ti e sir et lamps glimmered faintly through the fine, drizzling rain that had been falling all day long. Water dripped from the bare lumbs of the trees and ran deep in the gut ers. A few late pedestrians hurried homeward under such protection as umbrellas and raincoats could afford. Most of the homes that had been so brilliantly lighted earlier in the evening were now dark, for it was half-after eleven ; but a dim light shone from the study window of the big, old fashioned, house on the corner of Cleveland and Washington Avenues. It was built of red brick after the old Colonial style of architecture and was set in a large lawn dotted with huge, century-old, oak trees. A fit setting for such a home. Inside the study all was light, and warmth, and comfort. Rich tapes- tries covered the walls from which hung pictures that would be priceless to any museum. Rich Turkish rugs covered the floor and a Persian kitten lay dozing on the hearth. Margaret Meredith, the famous authoress, was writing the last chapter of her new book, “Mrs. Blair, Mill Boss!” The pen sputtered and scratched as she wrote the word, “Finis!” and then threw it down with a sigh ot relief. “There, Pm glad that’s done,” she said. “So am I. But I don’t like it,” a strange voice replied. Margaret looked up in surprise. A tall rather pleasant and strong-look- ing woman was sitting in a chair by the fire-place. Her clothes were ill- fitting and plain, but there was an air of distinction about her. The look of one who does things and is used to commanding. “What is it you don’t like?” incjuired the authoress, “and who are you, anyway? I didn’t see you come in.” “It’s the book I don’t like of course,” the woman answered, “and you ought to know me. You made me. I’m Mrs. Blair, Mill-boss, and of course I couldn’t come in until you had finished the book, could I?” “Well, I can’t help it if you don’t like the book,” the authoress said. “How would you have me change it?” “O, the book’s all right, I guess,” said Mrs. Blair grudgingly. “But it’s myself I don’t like. You’ve made me a perfect fright. How would you like to be called a Mill-boss, and dress and act the way you’ve made me act? And I’m the leading character, too. You haven’t given me any credit for common sense at all. You made me spoil my own boy, you wouldn’t let me raise him the way I wanted to. You haven’t made me good looking, br J y’ou have made me look like a money-grabber. I haven’t a bit of tact and all you did let me do was run a steel-mill. It’s your fault, every bit. And — ” “For goodness sake, stop!” cried the authoress. “I wouldn’t have a book at all if I changed all that, and you know the public must be amused.” “Well, they can be amused at something else, then,” Mrs. Blair re- torted. “But you’ve got to change me. I can’t go before the public like this.” “I can’t and 1 won’t!” cried Margaret angrily, “and I wish you’d go. 1 didn’t ask you to come. I want to wrap this up for the publishers and go to bed.” “Now see here, Miss,” said Mrs. Blair, as she picked up the poker and started towards Margaret. “I’m used to getting what I go after and I don’t feel like any trifling tonight; and if you don’t change that !” “Margaret! Margaret!” a voice was calling. “Are you never coming to bed?” “Yes, I’ll come in a second, mother,” the authoress replied waking with a start. “Just as soon as I wrap up this book for the publishers.” Later as she wearily climbed upstairs to bed, “I’m sorry for Mrs. Blair,” she thought. “But I couldn’t possibly change her. It would spoil my book, and anyway I only dreamed about her. Yes, mother. I’m coming.” A few minutes later the last light along the street was out and the rain was falling, falling, falling, falling . GEORGE McINNIS. “ This I Beheld, or Dreamed as in a Dream ” A crowd of Freshman stood without the High School door and clamored tor admittance; insomuch that Mr. Schweitzer, the most important person- age in this penal establishment (he being the High and Mighty Grand Mas- ter of our heating and ventilating systems, neither of which have ever been known to work) was constrained to let them in. They explained that they had come to look over the establishment with the view in mind, of applying for admittance. After gravely advising them never to blast their verdant young lives by taking such a foolhardy step, and warning them of the terrible pen- ances which would fall upon them after their admittance to this House of Correction, he consented to show them about the building. The first room they visited was Miss Ross’s sewing room where sat a larger number of young and innocent girls who seemed to be trying to make a piece of thread pursue a needle through a tiny hole in a square of cloth. These girls said that they were able to puncture the cloth with the needle at least twice out of ten jabs, the remaining eight jabs finding lodge- ment in their fingers. Because of the resulting soreness these girls could never again play the piano. Then they proceeded to the manual training room of which Mr. Lake is the Head Manager. Here a number of boys were busily carving wooden heads to replace the ones the pupils get knocked off during recitations. As this grewsome sight was too much for the girls of the party, they hurried on to Mr. Crossley’s special domain, the chemistry room. Here, before entering, the party was compelled to put on gas masks. At one end of the room a girl was wildly saying something about H72° F31K — 370+48 2x 63 9 PQ+R. The party thought that she had gone crazy from overwork, but Mr. Crossley said that it was merely a formula for an experiment that she was making. One of the inmates of this room told them that the class was working on a chemical, which when dropped in a bottle of ink on the guards’ or teachers’ desk would blow up the building. (Would recommend that the said explosive be put in the ink-bottle during a teachers’ meeting.) After removing the gas masks the party went upstairs. They stood for some-time looking at Mr. Davis’s office but did not dare to go nearer than within twelve feet of it. They shook hands with Mrs. Crane, who tries by means of Geometry to teach the milder cases of lunacy in this asylum how to reason ; and saw Mr. Anderson, the Commercial Teacher, who because he once passed a severe test on How to Juggle Figures, was put in charge of this department. They also saw Miss Hovey, a lucky guard who is leav- ing this institution for the milder clime of California, and Miss Everham, who directs the girls’ athletics. (“Nuff said about that.”) They stared awfully at Mr. Hungerford ' , for he is a very great man in this institution. These last three rooms are on the second floor and it was here that they found a large square hole guarded by a railing. In answer to their inquiries their guide said that this was called the well, and that since he had been running the High School he personally knew of seven pupils who upon re- ceipt of a jo-jo had climbed over the railing and hung themselves with their shoe-laces. He said that two others had leaped to their death and that one girl had tried to drown herself in the drinking fountain, but a guard acci- dently turned off the water and it wasn’t a success. After visiting other rooms, especially the Session Rooms where ihe inmates are compelled to rack their brains for hours at a time and then have to s tay eighth hour any- way, the party reached the Auditorium ; where mass-meetings are held. So called because the inmates are massed in something like sardines in a tin. As they stood peering into this room a bell rang loudly, instantly the doors were hurled open, and a chattering crowd swept through them and down the hail. Simultaneously all the other rooms poured forth their inmates. This general shake-up occupied about three minutes, and when the bruised and battered Freshman had assembled once more they were told that this was merely the prisoners changing cells. As they were a little frightened by this last experience the party prepared to go. Mr. Schweitzer escorted them to the door and again advised against entering this House of Correc- tion. But before they left they asked him the meaning of several words and phrases which they had caught from the crowds, that suddenly filled the halls, and these are the questions and answers. Eight Hour. An extra forty- five minutes of penal servitude. Jo-Jo. Something that gives you a bad hour with your folks. Mass-meeting 45 minutes of standing on one leg because there is no room to put your other foot on the floor plus a speaker who doesn’t know when to stop. Assembly: a place where you step on everyone else’s toes and give 10c to help the Student. Student. Best maga- zine in the state. Cadet Corp. The original box of tin soldiers. Balling Out. A present from your teacher (about two per day.) Office: ??!! ?!! Debating Club. It does everything but debate. House of Representatives. It does everything but represent. Faculty. The prison guards. Pupils. The inmates of this penal institution. Now that these ques- tions have been satisfactorily answered, the Freshmen presented Mr. Schweitzer with their thanks and a stick of gum in return for his kindness, and then went their way to their respective homes, thinking sadly of the fate in store for them. And all this 1 beheld or dreamed as in a dream.” Now if you readers don’t like my verse, Please don’t try to make it worse. For I took the pills. And dad paid the bills. And the undertaker got the hearse. t Poets license. Should be prose but I couldn’t dance enough to make it rhyme. fit was absolutely necessary after I had finished this. Writers Note: Would like to inform the Faculty’s hanging party and the Tin Soldier’s tar and feather party that they may call on me Tuesday night, but by that. time I shall be on my way to Patagonia or Yenizuela. If I must come to a sudden end I should prefer the Revolutionary shooting squads of these countries. GEORGE McINNIS. M. Cowan — Mr. Biddlecomb, remember I don’t want a very large picture. Mr. Biddlecomb — All right, close your mouth. See a dog twisting himself around trying to catch his tail a freshman asked : “What sort of a dog is that? Soph. — “Why, a watch dog.” Fresh. — “Oh ! I suppose he’s winding himself up.” Bee Gray — I see that you are effecting men’s military style of hair dress. M. Browne — What is it? Bee Gray — Bangs. Nan Marsden — I would like to see any man try to kiss me. M. Locke — No doubt you would. Harold Smith is so afraid of war that he uses a whisk broom instta I of a military brush. A SERENADE! 1. “Bend from thy lattice, O lady bright, The earth lies calm in the fair moonlight. Gaze on the gleam of back-glancing star And list to the notes of my soft guitar.” At the lady’s window a vision shown ’Twas the lady’s head with a night-cap on. 2 . Ah ! See ! At the window appearing now, With lily white fingers she hides her brow. Oh weep not, tho bitter thy sorrows are I’ll soothe them to rest with my soft guitar.” And the lady answered, “Who’s going to weep? Go ’way with your fiddle and let me sleep.’’ 3 “Then sleep, fair one, thy fringed lids close, Visions of cherubim guard thy repose. While through the casement, slightly ajar, Shall steal the notes of my soft guitar,” And the lady answered, “You stupid thing, If you’ve got the catarrh stop trying to sing.” 4 - “Stop! fair one. Thy scorn restrain, Better death’s quiet than thy disdain, I go to fall in some distant war 4 Bearing in battle my loved guitar.” And the lady replied, “Well, hurry and go I’m holding the wash basin ready to throw.” 5 - “I go, cruel one, but ’ere ’tis too late I will give 4o you a forecast of fate. A spectral vision thy joy shall mar, A skeleton playing a soft guitar.” She said, “If you feel that you must roam Old skeleton, go it and go it alone!” 6 . The lover in anguish wandered afar, Fell down in a stupor and smashed his guitar. The lady, when told of his sorrowful plight, Said, “I’m sure it’s too bad but it serves him right. Children, the moral of the story above, Is whatever you do now, don’t fall in love.” —HARRY ROSS. A Dark Ending We all have been on dreadfully crowded street cars, so crowded in fact that it did not seem possible that there was room enough for another passen- ger. And we never find it to fail but that when we have our arms filled with bundles, then is the very time we catch a crowded street car. When we board the car all we are able to see is a great mass of humanity, hands, legs, and heads seem to be the most visible things, and bundles getting in everyone’s way very often stray to the other end of the car. Then the conductor’s cheer- ful, ' ‘Move forward, please,” and everyone falling over each other in the at- tempt to get hold of a strap, all go to make up a crowded street car. Well, Rodney and his eighteen year old twin sister, boarded one of these street cars with their arms filled with bundles of every description. Rodney Burton was a handsome looking young man being the same age as his sister and such a tease. Clarissa regarded him as a nuisance because it seemed to her as though he just put in his time finding new ways in which to torment her. After paying their fare Rodney looked around to see if he knew anyone in the street car, but being in an unfamiliar crowd sought to divert his at- tention to the passing scenery. Rodney, “moving forward” after the conduc- tor’s familiar song, and muttering to himself that he wished that conductor would let up, stepped on something hard. Looking down he beheld a pocket- book f For goodness sake ! If it wasn’t his very own sister’s pocketbook. Thinking what a good joke it would be on Clarissa, his sister, he picked it up and thrust it into his pocket. In the crowd he had strayed a short way from her so she did not notice this incident. Clarissa always bragged about the good care she took of her things. You bet, she never lost her pocketbook and took especially good care of it in a crowd. Here is where he would have one on Clarissa for once in her life. Arriving home and walking into the drawing room, they both dropped their parcels on the table. Clarissa, commenting on the high cost of silk stockings, declared it took all her money for these things alone, and drawing out her pocketbook, which was very small, from her coat pocket, calmly sat down to count her money. Rodney turned white. How on earth did Clarissa have her pocketbook when he had it. lie dashed to his room. The Police! Those two words were the only words in his vocabulary at that time. W hat if some one noticed him pick it up on the car! Maybe someone knew who he was and had immediately telephoned the police ! The door bell rang. Rodney knew it w r as the police. He was positive. With the sw r eat standing on his brow he listened intently to every w r ord in the hall below ' . Yes, this was Burton’s. Yes, this was where Mr. Rodney Burton lived. Someone was coming up the stairs. A rap came to the door. Rodney trembling so he could hardly stand, opened the door to face the wait- ing policeman, to give himself up, when lo, the heavens had changed the policeman into a maid with a large box in her hand. “Your suit, Mr. Rod- ney. Rodney shut the door and mopped his brow. What a relief! Calming himself somewhat he decided to make his way to a newspaper office and have an ad put in the paper which read like this: “Found on an East Genesee car a small black leather pocketbook, with strap on the back. Sum of money in it. Owner may have same by calling W.1233 R.” The next few days found Rodney fidgity, cross and altogether a disagree- able person to have around. He must not tell a word of this to Clarissa for, of course, she would only give him a sermon and say that she knew he would get himself into trouble some day. So Rodney kept quiet. One evening nearly a week after he had put the ad in the paper, a tele- phone call came for Rodney, at least Rodney knew it was for him. A lady’s voice was on the other end of the wire.. Miss Beth Xorman she said her name was. She presumed she was speaking to the person who had put the ad in the paper? (Reading the ad to him concerning the pocketbook). Yes, he was the one and would she please describe the one she had lost. She described the purse perfectly that Rodney had in his possession. If it would be con- venient he would meet her at two o’clock the next afternoon at a certain hotel. Yes, that would be convenient and she would be at this hotel at the appointed time. Rodney hung up the receiver humming a popular tune, for Rodney was a very romantic young fellow and he was certain that, that sweet voice could belong to no other than a sweet looking girl, with blue eyes, fair hair, pearly white teeth and everything that accompanies a girl of that type. The police was the last thing Rodney thought of now. At the appointed time the next afternoon Rodney was at the hotel, in fact, he had been there fifteen minutes before the appointed time and it was fifteen minutes after now, and lie was still waiting. But no little girl with blue eyes and fair hair appeared on the scene. Rodney, looking down the street beheld — but no, surely not, yes, it was — Clarissa. Horror of horrors! Oh! if she would only go by without noticing him, it would be all right. He tried to avoid her by diverting his attention to something else. So he drew out the sole object of his thoughts for a week, and stood with it in his hand. He was suddenly startled by a mammoth darkey woman, throwing her arms around his neck and exclainting: “Laws, sake, honey chile, I could just kiss you’se for bringing me my purse. It’s done got my week’s pay in it, an ' I sure would a bin a poor lady if you’se hadn’t done brought it ta me. You know, I was goin’ ta be awful cross like wid’ you’se, thinkin’ you ' se wanted ta be mean but my mistris tole me you din t mean nothin’ so I won t say a word, not a word, only I warns you, honey chile, be careful.” The darkey then took herself off. Recognizing her purse in Rodney ' s hand she had made a dive for it. On questioning her Rodney found out that her mistress had talked over the telephone for her. Clarissa coming up in time to see the loving scene, could not speak for laughing. Of course, Rodney had to explain it all to her and received this reply from her: “I’se warned you, honey chile, to be careful.” So this mammoth darkey was the little blue eyed idol of his dreams. Never again 1 Rodney made his way home, his air castles having suddenly smashed to the ground. —WINIFRED POWELL. A SENIOR’S SOLILOQUY To flunk or not to flunk, that is the question Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The D’s and E’s of outrageous teachers Or to take oath against a heap of lessons, And by studying get them. To fail ; to flunk No more ; and by failing to say we start The heart ache and the thousand human darts That failure is heir to, ‘tis a sorry end That no one longs for. To fail, to flunk ; To flunk ; perhaps to lose ; ay, there’s the thought ; For in that act of failing a loss must come, When we have ignored teachers’ help, And make us think ; there’s the tho’t, That makes failing a help to some ; For who would bear the D’s and E’s of cards The advisors remarks, the bright one’s scorn, The shame of red marks, the laws of school. The parent’s anger, and the spurns That an upper classman of a lower takes When he himself might his card improve With a little more work? Who would books bear To grunt and sweat under a heavy load Rut that the dread of returning to room J, The Class of 1920 into whose midst No failure is welcome, hurts the pride, And makes us work harder to win Rather than return to 1 against our will? Thus pride does make graduates of us all. And thus the first tho ' t of failing Is covered o’er with the first tho’t of pride, And failures of red E’s and lower with this regard their current turn awry And hurry forth to A’s. — WINNIFRED FERRETT. A Fable Once upon a time, Nahpoot Singe, a certain rich merchant of India, was troubled with a sickness; and the sickness was of the lungs. Even the White Death it was, which causeth a man to rack and cough, and finally to die. And Nahpoot Singe was a wise man, and so he made a journey even into the shrine of Buddha, at Pottjau, in order that he might make sacrifices and prayers unto the God. Nor did he go as a rich and mighty man, but as a poor laborer, clad in rags, barefoot, and with the dust of the road grey upon his head, went he. And as he journeyed thither, it so happened that the brazen sun beat down mightily upon his head. And he was struck by the heat, and because of it he was taken with a sudden craziness, and fell in the dust of the road, and knew nought of this world or its happenings. As he lay there it seemed unto him that his soul left his body and trav- eled by the one Way even unto Paradise. And Ayrael opened the Beauti- ful Gates and led the Soul into Paradise, even before Buddha. And as he stood before Buddha, up rushed a great number of Beings. And -some were fair and beautiful to look upon, and they were clad in silks covered with jewels, and they shone like the sun. But part were ugly and unpleasant to see, and they were dirty and clad in rags covered with soot, and they were as black a s night. And the Shining Ones smiled at the shivering Soul ; but the Black Ones sneered. Then spoke Buddha, ' ‘Thou seest these Beings?” And bowing low the Soul responded, “Thou knowest it, O Buddha.” And Buddha said, “These are the Opportunities for good and bad that thou hast had and taken during thy lifetime. O Nahpoot Singe. By them I judge thee. The Shining Ones are the good Opportunities thou hast taken, and the Black Ones are the bad. If there are more of the Shining Ones than there are Black Ones, then shalt thou live in Paradise forever. But if there are more Black Ones, then thou be cast into the Outer Darkness where the Young Worlds whirl and play. Even unto the belt of the Dark Star, Karnic, shalt thou go.” And once more the Soul bowed low and said, “As thou sayest so shall it be done. O great god of a mighty race.” Then Buddha counted, and of the Shining Ones there were four hun- dred and fourscore and ten. And of the Black Ones there were an equal number. Then spoke Buddha, “Of the Black Ones and of the Shining Ones thou hast an equal number. Therefore I may not keep you in Paradise, yet neither may I send you to the Belt of Outer Darkness, and so thou shalt go back to the Earth from whence you came. Yet because thou came here through no fault of thine own, so shalt thou have the wish nearest thine heart granted thee.” Then answered the Soul, “The Hour’s of Paradise are fair and fain would I stay in their company. Yet since this may not be so will I ask my boon. Power is great and so is wealth, but greater still is woman’s love. Yet if thou hast the White Death thou mayest not live to enjoy these. So take the White Plague from me, O Buddha, so that I may live long and well.” And Buddha said, “As thou sayest so shall it be.” Then they pushed the Soul from out the Beautiful States, and Ayrael carried it down the Path and thrust it back into the Clay from whence it came. And the merchant awoke, and behold he lay in a jut by the roadside, and a man was ministering unto him. And the merchant arose and was mightiy reforced at finding his sickness was gone from him. And he told the man all his dream and the man marveled greatly. And after thanking the man for his kindness unto him, the merchant girded his clothes about him and went his way unto Pootface, and there he made prayers and sacri- fices and gave much thanks unto Buddha. And after this was done he made his way homeward thinking deeply upon his dream and upon all of his ex- periences. Moral : Add to your Bright and Shining Opportunities and let the Black Ones go, for the Shining Ones will get you somewhere. GEORGE McINNIS. AN “IF” FOR STUDENTS If you can’t study when all about you are flying notes, Or push a pen while being blamed for them. If you can ride a pony through a test, Or work a bluff and get “D” at best.” If you can shoot a paper-wad and hit your target true, Or pass a note without the teacher catching you, If you can figure how to get a “B,” When all your feeble mind can grasp is just an “E.” If you can date with girls and yet not feel a teachers’ touch, Or go to shows and things which don’t amount to much, If you can do these things or more You’ll never get a credit in one year or four. —FREDERICK STURMER. How One Pie Served Grant Ridgely had just graduated from college and, feeling that he was very old and responsible, was visiting once more the place where he had spent so many happy vacations as a boy. He stood in front of the house, his hand on the partially opened gate. It was a large, white old fashioned house with a low, vine covered veranda. Above the drowsy drone of the bees he could hear the occasional rattle of a pan and then the mellow voice of a woman. The words of the song he could not distinguish. Grant pushed open the gate, ascended the low steps at a bound, and rang the bell. The door was opened by a stout, kindly looking woman, who greeted him warmly. In answer to her query, he replied that he had walk- ed from the station and that the station agent would take care of his lug- gage. As he stood in the hall, a querulous voice exclaimed, “Land sakes Mis’ Hopkins, I done believe dat rascal Pat hab stole a pie.” Miss Hopkins hastily excused herself and Grant sauntered out, grinning to himself and idly wondering at the audacity of Pat. Probably some neighbor ' s boy, who did chores for Aunt Sally Hopkins as his good friend was known in the village. Unconsciously he turned in the direction of the orchard. With his head down and his hands in his pockets, he walked along dreaming and seeing visions of his glorious future. “Crunch, he stood still and looked down to see that he was standing squarely upon a pie. “Say, you — you, shrilled a voice above his head. He looked up and saw the angry face of a boy, who was hanging onto a branch of a tree near him. The boy had on a large broad-brimmed hat that covered his head completely, showing only a small face with large blue eyes. Grant chuckled, so this was “that rascal Pat. “That rascal Pat lit- erally gasped in anger when he saw the grin on Grant ' s face broaden. “You, you, he gasped incoherently. Fiercely he pulled an apple from the pocket of his capacious overalls and hurled it at Grant. Ridgely dodged it and made a grab at the already fleeing figure. With difficulty he regained his dignity, he did so want to chase that impudent boy and box his ears soundly. He tugged gloomily at his tie and then brightened. Why it was noon time and he remembered the good dinners Aunt Sally generally had. He stood at the window drumming on the sill. What was Aunt Sally waiting for? He was not long in finding out. Aunt Sally spoke, “Pat. come here, I would like to have you meet Mr. Ridgely Grant turned quickly — and saw a slim, small faced boy? — he gasped and stared — a slim girl stood before him, her blue eyes sparkling with amuse- ment, her small face mocking his embarrassment. Dimly he heard Aunt Sally say. “Grant, my niece, Patricia Wentworth.” Grant stayed during the summer months. A position in the city had been offered him and he had accepted. The night before he left, they stood on the veranda. A small face was lifted to his and — no one knows but the moon and no one but the moon knows what happened — because it peeked in through the vine on the porch MI LUCENT WEBSTER ’20. 3 SENIORS’ SOLILOQUY To graduate or not, that is the question ; hether t is nobler in High School to endure 1 he many acts of Hamlet’s tragedy Or to take arms against our surging troubles, And by flunking, end them? To work, to fail, No more; and by this step to say we end The lectures and the countless exams. Seniors are heir to; ’tis an exit Devoutly to be wished. To work, to flunk. To flunk, — perchance an ‘E;” ay there’s the rub. For by the constant flunking, the end that comes, When we have passed below the 75” Must give us pause; there’s the calamity That makes us bear the drudge of High School days ; For who would- solve the mysteries of Physics And of Math. — the English camouflage, The insolence of Freshmen, and the blame That worthy Seniors for the unworthy take, When he himself might his own exit make By merely flunking — who would night work do. To grunt and sweat over many a volume But for the dread of something after failing The folks at home, from whose scorn Our spirits shrink with shame, weakens our wills And makes us rather take the ills we have Than yield to consequences we know not of. Thus conscience does make drudgery for us all. And thus the native spirit of rebellion Is shifted over to pursue a “D.” And our plans for future lives of comfort With this regard are driven from our minds And never come to pass. —MARY HAMLIN. Extracts From the Diary of a Freshman September 10 — Today I spent my first day in High School and I feel years older, ahem! I am a Freshman in P. H. H. S. When I reached there at 7:15 I decided to he real polite so I knocked at the door, I knocked and knocked! No response. 1 peeped in! Nobody home. I sat down on the step and waited, then soon some elderly women, whom T took to be teachers, came along. I afterwards learned they were Seniors. I asked them where to go. They sent me somewhere — I can’t remember where. Any way I got in the wrong place several times. Of course it wasn’t my fault. They just misunderstood me every time 1 asked them where to go. Well, I have my schedule all arranged so I guess now I can go to sleep. October 15 — Wonder of wonders! We had a class meeting today. I was elected a Student Staff Reporter! Won’t I be a good one though? I wasn’t surprised at getting an office but I really expected something more important, but — “There’s a Reason.” November 1 — High School is certainly a gay old place. But it never was meant for study. I never bring books home. I study on the way to class and have to make a pretense of studying in my vacant periods. My teachers say I must prepare my lessons fearfully and wonderfully ! I took that as a compliment and have been walking on air ever since. December 2 — The Editor of the Student asked me to write up a real exciting account of the Freshman Class. So that’s wdiat I made up. Genu- ine excitement! He said he would “look il over and touch it up.” Is that a compliment? The members of the Student Staff are going to have their pictures taken this noon so I am all dressed up for the occasion. February 1 — My air castles have taken a tumble! We had finals last week ! I had expected to be exempt from two or three any way. But I was informed that I would have to take them all. I really think there was some mistake about it. My name w as posted on the bulletin board three times in succession and in different places. I thought it was quite an honor to have my name up where everyone could see it. My advisor said I had FAILED every six weeks in two things. But I don’t care ! What difference does that make? High School isn’t such a song as it might be. April 10 — Why do they have r eport cards, anyway in High School? The telltale nuisances! They are just a bother. Last semester I never bothered taking it home because I could sign it easier than make any bother at home. But I see that signing your own report card seems to be a very serious offense. I am taking English, Algebra, Botany and Penman- ship. I actually flunked in everything but Penmanship! I suppose real tsudious people would care but my kind don’t. June 16 — Thank goodness my Freshman year is over! I got three seventy-fives, and a C in penmanship ! I am rather proud of myself for get- ting such nice marks in everything. Aren ' t you surprised? Did I hear someone say they were scandalous? Well I ' m satisfied with what I get. But if%ou want a good “stand in” with the teachers and everyone of the upper classmen you had better profit by my advice and study a little harder. By ELIZA M. COWAN ’20. Sincerely, “JANE.” THE JUNIOR CLASS Between the Sophomore and Senior, When the days are passing so fast, Comes a year while we are at High School That is known as the Junior Class. I see in the class room about me, The faces of great men and meek, Sounds pass through the open door way Of voices low and sweet. From my desk I can see in the corridor Ascending the broad hall stair, Grave girls, and merry girls, And girls with golden hair. A whisper and then a silence, Yet I know by their merry eyes, They are scheming and contriving together Some teacher to take by surprise. Do you think, O grave-eyed Seniors, Because you have scaled the wall, Such a lovely class as the Juniors Are not a match for you all? We shall all remember the Juniors, Yes, forever and a day, Till the oldest members have left us, And the youngest have passed away. —HELEN BLACK. When You’re Broke When you have a date on Friday, and you’re broke, Just remember not to laugh for it’s no joke. When you call her up and say You will come another day, It is better just to tell her that you’re broke. —BYRON PHILIPS. THOSE DOUBTFUL DON’TS My parents told me not to smoke — I don’t Nor listen to a naughty joke — I don’t They told me it was wrong to wink At handsome men or even think About intoxicating drink, I don’t. To dance or dirt was very wrong — I don’t Wild girls chase men and wine and song — I don’t I kiss no men, not even one In fact I don ' t know how it’s done, You wouldn’t think I have much fun, I don’t. THE LOST NICKLE I. The session room was all astill, For once I worked real hard. The reason, I regret to tell, Was an “E” on last month’s card. 2. But all ambition failed me, As it did the corner bum. For the fellow in the next seat back, Was munching “Wrigley’s Gum.” 3 - Of course I had to ask for some, He slyly passed a stick. And soon my jaws were working hard, But teacher knew the trick. 4 - “You’re chewing gum, I plainly see,” She said with words sarcastic. “Put five cents in the Red Cross bag, And gum in the waste basket.” —GUY MANUEL. AS SEEN BY THE SENIOR An Essay In Three and Four Letter Words In promulgating your esoteric cogitations, and in articulating your super- ficial sentimentabilities and amicable philosophical or phsychological obser- vations, beware of platitudinous ponderosity. Let your conversational com- munications possess a clarified conciseness, a compact comprehensible all- polysyllabic profundity, pompous concatenated cogency. Eschew all con- glomerations of flatulent garrulity, jejune babblement and asinine affections. Let your extemporaneous discantings and unpremeditated expateations have intelligibility and veracious vivacity without rhodomontade or thrasonical bombast. Sedulously avoid all polysyllabic profundity, pompous proxility. psittaceous vacuity, ventriloquial verbosity, and vaniloquent rapidity. Shun double ententes, prurient jocosity, and pestiferous profanity, ob- scurant or apparent. LOOKING THROUGH THE FRESHIE’S EYES (Translating the above) In other words, talk plainly, briefly, naturally, sensibly, purely, and truthfully. Keep from slang; do not put on airs; say what you mean and mean what you say; and — above all, DO NOT USE BIG WORDS. M. VANVALKENBURG ' 21. WITH APOLOGIES TO KIPLING A fool there was and lie wrote a theme, Even as you and I, And above all things he expected a “B” But never thought of receiving a “C” Nor the slight possibility of a “D” But, Ah, false luck, he received an “E” Even as you and I. “Ah well ' thought the fool, “I’ll study hard Even as you and I, And learn the songs of the ancient bard ; And get at least a “C” on my card ’Twill keep my record from being marred, But the fool he failed and never was starred Even as you and I. I’ll write a poem for the “Student,” said he, Even as you and I, When we feel ourselves failing and all at sea, And our minds taken up with the singular “me,” And indulge, for relaxation, in poetry But his poem wasn’t published, so he lay down to “dee,” Even as you and I. —MAVIS WARNER, ’ 21 . TO STUDENTS OF HAMLET ONLY! There’s a class called English eight, That is all a work of fate, How we ponder every night Till we’re in an awful plight For we have no way to show And we ' ve really got to know Whether Hamlet’s feigning madness Or it ' s melancholy sadness, English Eight ! Now the topic, thought and sentence On we work with deep repentance. Till we reach the last long scene O, if this is not too mean — How we ' ve worked, as we have said, Now each one in turn is — dead. So we’re through the book at last Well, the tragedy is past, Like English Eight ! —DOROTHY SARJEANT. FRESHMEN! Mine ears have heard the chatter of this bashful class’s tongues. They have carved their names in benches where the Glee Club songs are sung. They have lost themselves in corridors en route to “B” or “A,” But now their greenness wears awav. SOPHOMORES! The} have less respect for Freshmen, and know how to run the school. They have made the teachers angry and broken every rule. They have lost the run for 90’s and their work is never done, For a Soph, must have his fun. JUNIORS! They have had a date for Monday, and the club met Wednesday night. The 57 varieties are absolutely out of sight. They claim they are getting on in life and there’s everything to do So the Junior just gets through. SENIORS! They buckle down to study before it is too late, Lest they graduate with ‘‘Honors ( ?)” on a shameful 78. They hold “Hop” and “Feeds” and Class Days to end their gay career. For Tune is here. —COURTNEY RAUSER. A WORD TO THE WISE Pruney McBrainey was a smart little sis, There was never a problem that Pruney would miss; The teachers all praised him every day, And Pruney would blush and turn quickly away. Now Fritzie DeVacant was a brainless boy, He never took books home, but always found joy In flirting with all of the vampire girls, You know the kind! They always wear curls. Now Pruney got praised by all of the people And his head grew as big as the biggest church steeple. And he, with his swelled head, began to get slack, For after all it resembled a tack. But Fritzie got worse and worse every day, Cared naught for the “Jo Jos” that came his way. But at last he got it into his dome, To cut out the “skirts” and study at home. Now Pruney McBrainey, sad to relate, Is spending his days digging fish-worms for bait. But, Fritzie DeVacant, who was such a whale Is now Professor of Harvard and Yale. — N. MARSDEN, ’20. Officers in P. H. H. S. Cacet C:rps General Disorder General Chemistry General Information General Outline General History General Nuisance Major Key Captain Sword Sergeant Stripes Corporal Punishment Private Entrance Private Walk —ALBERT HOGAN, ’20. Arthur had a motor boat, Of which he thought a lot Some times his motor boat would But mostly it would not. BOOST FOR PORT HURON Port Huron is to have a gigantic industry. The announcement that at last Port Huron is to become a factor in the industrial world of today is a startling one. For years Port Huron has been known chiefly as a summer resort upon the shores of Lake Huron, a little city of twenty-two thousand not particularly up to date or wide awake. Saginaw, Bay City, Pontiac, Flint, and Grand Rapids are all ahead of Port Huron but now Port Huron is to have its chance. An automobile industry headed by two men well known in the United States will locate soon upon the banks of St. Clair river south of Port Huron, it is to be a big industry and its advent into the life of this city means many startling and important changes. Port Huron will soon double its popula- tion, perhaps triple it. Homes will soon spring up within a radius of several miles and new streets and boulevards will replace present country roads Port Huron will become an important railway and steam ship center with stores and buildings worthy of such a city. A large up to date High School will be a necessity together with many new grade schools. A metropolitan theatre with New York attractions will be located here. In a word Port Huron will be numbered among the largest cities of Michigan. If Port Huron is to carry out this program successfully her citizens must push. They must stand behind the Chamber of Commerce which is bringing this concern to this city. They must meet their responsibilities face to face. They must boost for their city at all times and keep that thought foremost in their minds. Port Huron High School must do its share, too. It has the very same part to play as that of its older citizens. It must boost and work to make Port Huron a great city. GRATITUDE! For the success of our paper, we are indeed grateful to a vast number of people. In the first place we sincerely thank, those few who, realizing the need of a high school paper, organized and established our first publication twenty-three years ago. In the beginning the pamphlet was known as the “Tatler.” During its career the publication has received many names, in- cluding “Tin Horn,” “Critic,” and “Student,” but under each title has con- tinued to tattle the events of the high school. This year however, we de- cided that our paper should touch upon local events as well. In reviewing past history, we must not overlook the supporters of the paper, those who advertised and those who purchased the finished pro- duct. We all realize the need of a high school publication but we also recognize the utter futility of attempting to publish a book like our annual if we had not the loyal support of our staunch advertisers. With their support, although we do not own a press, as some schools do, we are able to put out an annual which compares favorably with that of every part of the United States. For this publication the staff is especially grateful to the Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors, Faculty, Alumni, Advertisers and the Port Huron citizens from whom we received special articles. Owing to an oversight, we are sorry to announce that the name of the author of the article “The Attitude of the School,” has been lost. Through some great error the name of the author of “The History of Port Huron ' has not been printed after the article. The editors wish to an- nounce that the writer, who so kindly favored us with this special article is Mr. W. L. Jenks. THE ATTITUDE OF THE SCHOOL In this school there exists a dreamy leisure-like spirit, no one seem- ing to care what happens or what will happen. There was a time when the standard of scholarship was high but it has gradually descended to its present level. At present it shows no indications of improving although it is rather spasmodic at times. There is that half-hearted, I-don’t-care spirit of what comes along. You immediately and indignantly declare this is not so. Now stop and think and you will find it true. Yes, I mean that help- less, half-hearted, spirit. What it needs is an awakening or stimulus and you Mr. or Miss Student are the persons to do it. What really will accom- plish it is pride ; self-pride to preserve the ideals for which this school stands. True it is there are some who are working unfailingly to do the best and their best. The whole student body must work with this aim in view. Do those lessons seem a bore to you, do they? This is mostly due to the fact that they are not studied. Where is the interest? Is it because in this day and age our attention is centered on the whirl of events which occur will lightening-like rapidity in the universe of ours? Yes, we are living in strenuous times but let us not turn from the essentials but work for a better and greater Port Huron High School with the thought of E. A. Guest’s in mind. “To live as gentle as I can ; To be no matter where I am, a man To take what comes of good or ill And cling to faith and honor still, To do my best and let that stand The record of my brain and hand. And then should failure come to me, Still work and hope for. victory. PRESENTATION At last after a period of concentrated effort, diligent work and careful selection, the “Student” is ready for the perusal of the citizens and the stu- dents of Port Huron. Even though, it is the result of our combined efforts, we must admit that this precious document may have its shortcomings but, we beg you to lose sight of these in appreciation of its better and finer qualities. For some time the citizens of Port Huron have advocated for chapel services. Although religion has always been the underlying principal of life, the world is just beginning to realize that things spiritual and tem- poral must go hand in hand. For this reason our Monday morning exercises have received no definite name. We may have chapel, patriotic, or com- mercial sessions every Monday morning. Programs varied greatly as we were allowed to have any kind of a speaker and any kind of a speech. However, we have derived much benefit from every speaker. As a result of Mr. Haensel’s talk on a better Port Huron, the Young Men ' s Chamber of Commerce was formed. Dr. Crissman attempted to stimulate in us a deeper appreciation of our American authors. A vivid picture of “America to-day, at her height was shown by Rev. Mathew Mullen in his Monday morning talk. An address on Supt. Keeler was given by Alfred Browning during an- other fifteen minute period. Dr. Shaw in graphic style drew for our benefit, word pictures of our possible future as citizens in our republic. Lieutenant Ball turned the attention of the boys’ minds to engineering when he described the wonderful life and possibilities offered to a graduate of the Michigan College of Mines. Several times during the year Mr. Davis has directed our minds in new channels. On one occasion he gave us a new conception of democracy. We have, also had several other talks including one on the Barberry bush and Earl Appel’s description of Camps at Home and Abroad. Frankly, we are glad that the custom has been inaugurated and hope that it wiil not die out with this school year. Model English Themes WARSHIPS Stately Roman Galley returning from some Carthaginian conquest, as a knight, his bidden task accomplished, returned to claim his bride. Gaily be- decked and laden with plunder it glides along to the dip of the oars. Aim- lessly pulled by the slaves whose chains rattle and creak in monotonous chant as they swing their bodies to and fro’. Haughty American sailor with a broadside of eight guns, a ready chal- lenge for any ambitious English Admiral. Harassing the fishermen on the ‘Banks as a vulture swooping down upon field mice because there are no lions to give combat. Creating a constant terror and dread of the names, “John Paul Jones ’ and “Bonne Homme Richards.” An American Destroyer, ploughing thru the Atlantic at a terrific speed, like a dolphin intent upon its prey. Streaked with hideous markings making it almost imperceptible in the morning light. This gray monster of Hercul- ian power, flying the stars and stripes, speeds on, symbolic of a race. — WM. B. HARTMAN. SI PERKINS’ FORD Si Perkins lived in the small town of East Haven, Si was shabby and out-of-date and he owned a shabby and out-of-date Ford. It was the only Ford in East Haven ; in fact, it was the only motor-driven vehicle of any sort. This Ford was a source of wonder to the good people of the village. Many times had they wondered how such a quantity of noise could issue from so small a thing. And indeed, Si’s Ford would have made anyone won- der; for as he went down the main street, the exhaust popping loudly, the loose remnants of mudguards banging against the body, the rest of the loose parts rattling, and the springs and wheels squeaking, it sounded not unlike a jazz band with a part of it missing. And through all this noise the rattle of tin was predominant. The sound could be heard for miles and at close- quarters it nearly deafened one. Truly it was a remarkable Ford with a very remarkable sound. —JACK TAYLOR. EBENEEZER FRY Silence reigned in the little village church until the “clump, clump, clump” of old Ebeneezer Fry’s knotted oak cane was heard clumping and thumping along the aisle. All eyes turned to gaze upon the oldest citizen of the village, who, puffing very hard, had stopped to get his breath. His face, very thin and brown with a few straggly side-whiskers drew their attention first. His lips were pressed in a tight thin line and although his eyes were soft and kindly his mouth gave him the appearance of a grim and stern man. A hat, which he had dusted that morning for church but still showing the dust and grime for months, covered the few gray hairs that were left. He was alone in the world and having no one to sew his buttons on, his coat was flapping open and evidently the safety pin with which he had pinned it together was not very strong and so disclosed his gray flannel shirt. The cuffs of his threadbare coat were turned back exposing the hard and bony hands which tightly grasped the cane. The pockets were baggy and one could guess that they secreted an old pipe and a package of “Velvet’ ' somewhere. His trousers were loose and rather short, leaving about three inches of red woolen sock, in view, above the shoe-top. His shoes too, had seen better days and, although it is not certain it is thought that even a bit of red sock could be seen right through the toe of his shoe. Little did Ebeneezer care for appearances — he had come to church and was now joining his cracked and high-pitched voice with the rest of the con- gregation. —ELEANOR MEISEL, ’21. AT TWILIGHT It was that time of the day when all the world seems to be hushed, lis- tening. The sun cast a dull glow over the western sky as it sank from sight. The very leaves seemed to hang motionless and the birds ceased their calling and twittered sleepily among the trees. The little brook that usually wound chattering, in and out among the flowers, gurgled softly over the stones. Then into the stillness broke the sound of the angelus. Softly at first a:?d ever increasing in volume the bells pealed forth and sent their echoes re- soundin g over the distant hills. The men laboring in the fields, hearing the sound, stopped their work and stood listening with bowed heads to the melo- dious notes. The sun sank from sight and the rosy glow faded from the sky. The peals of the bells became softer and finally only their echoes stole softly away, over the horizon, spreading their tale of peace, rest, and the Love of God over all the world. —GERTRUDE TENNANT. MIDNIGHT WELCOME There had been no heat in Jones ' apartment all day, so Jones sought refuge early by going to bed and piling all available clothes on top. Ah f what was that? A distant scrape, then a creak as of some heavy body moving up the stairs. Then again silence for a short interval. This mysterious noise began again confusing the senses of Jones. First a gentle thud, thud, thud, growing louder every moment. Clank! Clank! it seemed as though the ghost must be on the floor below. Now the strange specire must be coming up the stairs, with all its heavy chains bounding on each step. Bang!! Thud!! Clank!! it seemed almost unendurable, even as though the verv house must tumble about his ears. Somewhere in the back of Jones’ head a small inner voice called to rouse himself from the stupor into which he had fallen but a vague terrifying fear gripped him dulling this small voice. Now the ghost must be bending over him, gun raised ready to shoot. Bang! — The sound trailed off into the night. Jones now wide awake heard the steady pounding of the radiators and saw a phantom like cloud of steam issuing from the opened pipe. At! at last — heat, heat for the frozen apart- ment. —DONALD ROSS, 21 . ODD ANSWERS ON INSURANCE FORMS 1. Mother died in infancy. 2. Father died suddenly: nothing serious. 3. Applicant has never been fatally sick. 4. An uncle died of cancer on his mother’s side. 5. Applicant’s fraternal parents died when he was a child. 6. Father went to bed feeling well and the next morning woke up dead. 7. Grandfather died from gunshot wound, caused by an arrow, shot by an Indian. 8. Applicant does not know anything about maternal posterity except that they died at an advanced age. 9. Applicant does not know cause of mother’s death, but states that she fully recovered from her last illness. 10. Grandfather died suddenly at the age of one hundred and three. Up to this time he bid fair to reach a ripe old age. i 1. Mother’s last illness was caused from chronic rheumatism, but she was cured before death. There’s meter Iambic There’s meter Trochaic There’s meter that’s tender in tone But the meter that’s neater, completer and sweeter Is to meet her by moonlight alone. Students As They Are ! Freshmen — Fuzzy Wuzzy Tootsie Wootsies. Sophomoi es — Young Barbarians. Juniors — Smart Alexs. Seniors — Tje “Its.” EVERYCHILD Port Huron was delightfully surprised with the production of “Every- child,” under the able direction of Miss Clara Sibilla, which was given for the benefit of the Athletic association. This play dififered from others, the cast being composed of students from the grammar schools as well as high school. Everychild, an allegorical play in three acts by Gertrude Tooker, pictures the life of an American child in the world of today. The play opens with a scene in the castle of imagination where Everychild lives with Santa Claus and his fairy god mother. This particular scene was acted in a finished and quite professional manner. The remaining two acts shows Everychild’s journey through the world of reality, through the garden of Grinding Growth, and the Curriculum forest. One of the striking scenes of the play was the pageant of life showing well known types in the world of today. Little Minnie Dresser from the Washington school played the title role. Her natural ease and child like simplicity completely captivated her audience. Miss Lenore Decry, enacted the role of the fairy godmother, and with her clear and sweet voice, was well suited to the part. Miss Bernice Stewart, as Reality, and Samuel Sullivan as Santa Claus showed talent. Phyllis Eichhorn and Eleanor Cady, with their poetic interpretive dan- cing, gave the touch of brilliancy to the play. It would be impossible to mention each individually, but it is needless to say each one showed talent and excellent training. The little “buds”, who were the flower children harmonized with their parts and made a beautiful garden. The castle of imagination was beautifully portrayed by tinsel on net, the work of Miss Sibil la, who cannot be praised enough. Everything was complete in the play even to the “flunk dragon,” likewise Miss Sibil la’s own work. The musical numbers were directed by Miss Edna Eraser, to whom goes much credit. MUSICAL COMEDY The Class of 19 is attempting something new in the form of the annual Senior Play. This year they are going to put on a Musical Comedy, under the able direction of Mr. Alexander Henderson of New York. The name of the play is “Recruiting” which has been adapted from Offenbach ' s “Grand Duchess.” The principal characters are: Lotta Good — Evali Smith. Mrs. Merriwell — Frances Smith. Captain Bragg — Daniel Watts. Jim Dandy — Wm. McCracken. Everett Work — Leonard Little. There will also be a “Curtain Raiser” which is promised to bring many a laugh. The scene is laid in a department store and the characters are models which come to life during the play. Besides a large chorus, the .other characters are: Fred Adams, Marjorie Browne, Mary Schuberth, Verna Fitzgerald. The chorus for “Recruiting is as follows: Leona DeLyon, Nellie Ran- dall, Hazel Howell, Mary Hamlin, Winifred Ferret, Helen Endlich. A. Fead — Goodness ! I got my lunch in my coat pocket and I can ' t get it out. Sympathetic One — Why not eat your coat? A. Fead — Yes and wear my lunch home, I suppose. If you can’t laugh at the jokes of the age, laugh at the age of the jokes O CHALCRAFT-20 - P. H. H. S. DEBATING CLUB This club, organized by Mr. Crossley at the beginning of the term, has made a good start toward success. Since it is practically the first organiza- tion of the sort the interest shown has not been very great but its members have high hopes for the coming year. A permanent constitution has been adopted and officers elected for the coming year. President — Albert Hogan. Vice President — Treasurer — Charles Tavlor. Secretary — Alfred Browning. Corresponding Sec. — Edna Nern. Parliamentarian — Hazel VanTine. Altho the membership is composed of Seniors and Juniors, primarily, a limited number of Sophomores, specially interested, will be admitted. The club will have charge of inter-school debating and hopes to have some fine, debates next year. An idea of the work done by the club can be formed by the topics brought up for discussion. The following are typical: Restriction of Immigration. Fifteenth Amendment (concerning negro voters). Similar wages for similar work for men and women. A feature debate was a humorous one on whether or not a milkman should own his own cows. Besides the training in speaking the club has learned a little of ‘Brief construction that is the outlining of the main points to be proved. As this is useful in taking notes on speeches or books and absolutely necessary in law. the members feel that an important step has been taken. The Debating Club has made such progress in the past that we feel sure it will make even more in the future. —ALFRED. A. BROWNING, ’20. Debate Saginaw vs. Port Huron The debate on April 11, was one of the closest in which the Negative Team has ever participated. With Saginaw debating on the Affirmative side of the Minimum Wage Question, cur team met a foe worthy of them in every respect, and though the decision va- 3-0 against Port Huron, the debate was not as one-sided as the score indicates. The Saginaw team was composed of experienced debaters, while it was the first public appearance of our team, and it was this inexperience more than anything else that caused Port Huron’s defeat. The Negative Team are to be congratulated upon their effort to uphold the honor of Port Huron High School. Durand vs Port Huron The affirmative debating team consisting of Harland Hungerford, Bessie Magahay and Helen Barrett, were coached very intensively by Mr. Crossley for weeks preparatory to going to Durand Saturday, March 8, 19 19. On the Thursday preceding the Debate through a misprint in a telegram from Durand the team believed the Debate called off for a time and relapsed. However two hours before train time Saturday a second telegram ar- rived which showed them that Durand expected them. The rush and hurry which the short notice necessitated did not aid in making our speakers confident. However our speakers were at their height. Their constructive argu- ments were well planned and excellently delivered. The point in which they excelled however was in their strongly constructed original rebuttals delivered very forceably. The Judges gave the decision unanimously to Durand. Senator Hicks w r as acting chairman. Following the debate a short program was given and then dancing was enjoyed foi a time. Pontiac vs. Port Huron In the beginning of the second semester the first debate of the season, on the Minimum Wage question was held with Pontiac. The High School Team holding the affirmative side defeated the opposing team 2-1. Both teams showed their inexperience, Pontiac’s defeat, however, was due mainly to the superior arguments of the Port Huron Team. Our Debaters MR. V. C. CROSSLEY Director of Debating mm n ' l — p XL J CU =p -p — cp 1 lW W W ill II , 1 TiiT W 11 luilt [REPRCSEHTATIVES -nrm — m — pi — mrm m Pi m nm II ffi M JIL J!L1 c CH JLCWrT 20 The Seventh Session of the Port Huron High School House of Repre- sentatives has been in some ways the most successful year that the House has had. Although we feel that, owing to certain conditions, we have not accomplished all that we wished to do last autumn ; yet we feel that we have succeeded in establishing a firm basis for future sessions. The House has been hampered during the past year by several things. War activities occupied a large part of the school’s time ; and a “flu” vaca- tion destroyed many plans. Through it all we have quietly endeavored to do our best towards holding to the twofold purposes ofthe House : which arc — First : To study and practice Parliamentary Law. Second : To study debating and public speaking. Never before in the history of the House have we had more use of Parliamentary Law than during the past session. Never has such a num- ber of bills, or resolutions, been introduced before a House as have been brought up this year. Among the important pieces of legislation enacted by the House were the following bills: The Minimum Wage Scale, League of Nations, Immigration, Enemy Alien, and the School Improvement. The second and third named, together with the Mexican War Bill which the House rejected, were the source of much spirited discussion. The capitol Punishment Bill and the Negro Segregation Bill, the last a local issue, now before the House also promises to arouse much interest. Although debating and public speaking have been used extensively in the House, we have had very little outside activities along these lines. We were however, able to put on two entertainments, one at Central Church, May 2, and the other at Avoca, May 15. The two teams, composed of Geo. Silhavy, Geo. Mclnnis, and Charles Taylor on the affirmative ; and Lloyd Reid, Curtis Chalcraft, and Allan Minnie on the negative ; debated the question : “Resolved : That any restriction or supervision by the government which interferes with the domestic rights of the individual citizen tolls the death knell of democracy.” At Central Church the result was three to nothing in favor of the nega- tive. At Avoca the affirmative team “came back” and received a 2 to 1 decision in their favor. At the latter place Ted Jenks took the place of Charles Taylor on the affirmative team. The House Glee Club and House Debating Teams took part. Upon both of the above mentioned occasions the Glee Club acquitted itself well, and certainly did a great deal of credit to themselves and Miss Fraser’s teaching. They have been meeting every Tuesday night for prac- tice, and have had an average attendance of about fifteen members. They have been practicing school and program music. It seems as though these members must attend the meetings for the “sheer joy of singing,” because so far they have only appeared in public twice. The House, through the Student, wishes to express their thanks to Miss Fraser for her assistance. We certainly appreciate the time and training which she has so graciously given us. During the last three years the State Confederation of Houses have been rather broken up owing to other activities before mentioned. But thy are once more showing signs of life, and next year we hope to hold a conference of Blouses in this city to re-establish the Confederation. We have been in correspondence with several schools regarding this project and all are enthusiastic in their approval of it. They have virtually prom- ised to come to Port Huron, and we hope to have delegates from at least fourteen of the large schools of the State and as many again from schools we have not yet heard from. Although the Confederation itself has been disorganized the Houses, or the units of the League, have been marking time until we could get together once more ; and next year will see the Confederation established more firmly than before. Among these schools, whose Houses have been “carrying on” are the Grand Rapids Central, the Detroit Western, the Detroit Cass Technical School, the Ann Arbor High, the Saginaw High, and the Bay City High School. It can readily be seen that this list includes some of the best High Schools in the State. The re-organization of the Confederated Houses will also see the re- opening of the prize contest for debate and oration betw-een the Houses. The first prize is held by the Grand Rapids Central High School and the second prize by the Ann Arbor High. The Port Huron House is hoping for a chance at one of these prizes. Plans for the Annual Banquet are now in the hands of the committee on Social Affairs. It will probably be held as late in the year as possible, perhaps the week before commencement. This banquet is rapidly becom- ing one of the most important affairs of the year, and is coming into promi- nence as one of the functions that every one considers an honor to be able to attend. Following is the Roll Call of the House. It is larger than the roll-call of preceding years, and we hope to make it still larger next year. 1. Rep. Theo Anderson, Referee — Minn. 2. Rep. Allan Minnie, Speaker — Vermont. 3. Rep. Francis Appel, Clerk — Missouri. 4. Rep. Geo. Silhavy, Treasurer — Ohio. 5. Rep. Lloyd Reid, Sergeant-at-arms — Utah. 6. Rep. Geo. Mclnnis, Student Correspondent — Texas. 7. Rep. Wm. Ullenbruch, Times-Herald Correspondent — Tenn. 8. Rep. John Allen — Alaska. 9. Rep. Alex Avery — N. Hamp. 10. Rep. Paul Brown — N, J. 11. Rep. Fred Baker — Mass. 12. Rep. Roy Brothwell — Ala. 13. Rep. Earnest Baldwin — Ky. 14. Ex-Rep. John Cowan, Hon. Member. 15. Rep. Curtis Chalcraft — Ind. 16. Rep. Chas. Conat — Ga. 17. Rep. John Congo — Md. 18. Rep. Dudley Field — W. Va. 19. Rep. Chas. Inch — Okla. 20. Rep. Edward Jenks — Ark. 21. Rep. Leonard Little — Miss. 22. Rep. Clarence McCall — Kas. 23. Rep. Russel Norris — N. C. 24. Rep. Geo. Norris — Cal. 25. Rep. Arlington Rowe — Colo. 26. Rep. Chas. Taylor — N. Y. 2 7. Rep. Ross Scupholm — Mich. 2 8. Rep. Albert Stevenson — Ariz. 29. Rep. Sam Sullivan — N. Mex. 30. Rep. Sam Steelier — Oregon. 31. Rep. Geo. Sickles — Hawaii. 32. Rep. Omar Hill — S. C. 33. Rep. Harry Hess — 111. 34. Rep. Eugene Moak — Wyo. 35. Rep. Arthur Purkiss — P. I. 36. Rep. Donovan Lewis — S. Dak. 3 7. Rep. Frank Crimmins — Montana. E. Brotherton — Have you see Mac? D. Watts — Mac who? E. Brotherton — Macaroni. (Curtain lowered to denote the lapse of one hour.) D. Watts — Have you seen Mac? E. Brotherton — Mac who? D. Watts — Spaphetti. Jack McCowan (translating Spanish) : “The devil — x ! ! ! The devil ! !” Military Training Left, two, three, four — straighten up that line, back in the center, Com- pany, Halt ! ! ! These are some of the many commands which can be heard on the drill days; when the members of the P. H. H. S. C. C. are drilling on Broad street. The cadet corps is divided into three companies in making a battalion, and the companies are divided into six squads. The company commanders are as follows: Co. A, David MacTaggart; Top Sergeant, George Marks. Co. B, Leonard Little ; Top Sergeant, Harland Hungerford. Co. C, Alfred Browning; Top Sergeant, Harvey Hinsberger. The cadet corps is making good progress in drill and will soon be ready for the manual of arms. ATHLETICS The battalion is to have field meets, and so far just the committees from the different companies have been chosen. They are as follows: Co. A: F. Moore, F. McGuveroax, C. Holt, C. Hill. Co. B: Fred Stoudt, Albert Hogan, H. Magahay, J. Ross. Co. C: D. Watts, C. Bonnett, E. Hartson, R. Meehan. These committees are to look after the athletics of their companies and as soon as a suitable field is found near the school the training will start. Their training will consist of military games, punting, hurdling and jumping. On Tuesday noons the Officers’ Training unit drills, and it is at this time that the officers of the regular unit have advanced drill work. No man can become an officer unless he drills in the O. T. C. and has no demerits. The commanding officer of this unit is Mr. V. Crossley ; Top Sergeant, Allan Car- lisle, Jr. This unit is kept in advance of the regular unit, and it has had sema- phore signaling, platoon drill, and setting up exercises. The members of this unit are Mr. V. Crossley; Sergeant G. Tappan (ad- jutant) ; Corporal, A. Carlisle: Corporal, D. MacTaggart: Corporal, L. Little; Corporal, A. Browning; Corporal, Wm. McCracken; L. Reid, Wm. Hill, H. Tibbets, J. James, M. Ashley, C. Chalcraft, A. Hogan, F. Stoudt, C. Conat. W. Oliver, (assistant adjutant); K. Carlisle, H. Hinsberger, A. Pressprich, G. Norris, F. Kronner, H. Smith, L. Tracy, J. Rubenstein, C. Houle, C. Broth- erton, D. Lewis, L. Howison, F. Appel, R. Meehan, H. Hungerford, G. Len- nox, E. Lewis. CORP. ALLAN CARLISLE, JR. OFFICERS TRAINING CORPS P. H. H. S. ORCHESTRA At last P. H. H. S. has a Orchestra composed entirely of its own stu- dents. It is composed of Pollock at the violin. Bell at the traps, McCracken at the saxaphone and Simms at the piano. These men were engaged by the Student Staff to play at the assemblies given for the benefit of the Stu- dent. They drew the crowds as every one knows. Many a Friday after- noon the orchestra put pep into the feet of the steppers of Port Huron High. They also played at the class parties and made them unusually successful. An oustanding feature of this year ' s dances has been the large number of Freshmen attending. GLEE CLUB The Girls ' Glee Club held their first meeting the 8th of September in the Auditorium and organized their club. The following officers were elected: President, Marguerite Baer; secretary and treasurer, Nellie Ran- dall. The club meets every Thursday and sing under the direction of Mis- Fraser. The first Thursday of every month, the girls hold their business meeting. The girls had a supper in the basement on the 9th of April. About 25 girls were served at six o ' clock. good time followed the supper. THE FRESHMAN PARTY Mr. Grant Moore has kindly consented to tell us in the most pleasin ' way possible some of the things that was done when he was a lad. “Mr. Moore. It certainly gives me great pleasure to be here to talk about what I been goin ' to. You see I got so took up with farmin ' that I ' d almost forgot I ever had any school days. But at this here social, I be goin ' to tell you Beanville kids about a party we had when I was a Freshman. Well the thing was on the 21st of March. It was begun after school as soon as the girls got their hair frizzed and noses powdered. Them what didn ' t dance played games but the rest of us went steppin ' to the tune the band was playin’. We had a real good Jazz band in them days. We was enjoyin ' ourselves right smart when along about 6:30 o ' clock we was called down to supper. And then, I reckon, we all found out what swell dishes Miss Everham could fix up. You see she did a lot toward getting the “eats” ship-shape. Along about 8 o’clock the party broke up and we all went home thinkin ' as how the Freshman class had plenty of pep. By PHYLLIS TURNBULL. Young Men’s Council of the Chamber of Commerce Report of Young Men’s Council A Committee of Students waited on Mr. C. W. Haensel, Manager of the Port Huron Chamber of Commerce one evening after school. This Com- mittee wanted to know what they could do for Port Huron to help it grow, beautify it, make it a better place in which to live. Mr. Haensel suggested organizing a Young Men’s Council of the Cham ber of Commerce. The Committee called a meeting of the High School Students and on March 14, 1919 with twenty-seven students present, elected Harold C. Hill, Chairman pro tern; David MacTaggart, Secretary pro tern. The first steps in what is now the Young Men’s Council were under way. The following Resolution was adopted. “Resolved: That it is the sense of this meeting that a Young Men’s Council of the Port Huron Chamber of Commerce be organized in this city and be it further “Resolved: That any young man of good character between the ages of 1 4 and 2 1 having graduated from the eighth grade of the public school or similar grade in other schools may become a member thereof.” At the next meeting of the Young Men’s Council a set of By-Laws were adopted which made the organization a part of the Chamber of Commerce. At the election banquet the following officers were elected, known as the Executive Committee. Harold Hill, Leonard Little, David MacTaggart, Russel Norris, Harold Richards and Sam Sullivan. The Executive Committee elected their officers as follows : Harold Hill, Chairman, David MacTaggart Jr., Secretary. The Council Body was then formed with Sam Sullivan, Leonard Little, Ross Scuplfolm, Russell Norris, and Harold Richards as Majors. The Majors appointed five captains, the captains appointed five lieutenants, making an organization of 125 men. The Young Men’s Council put over the Boy Scout Campaign in t 1 residential district of the city raising over 52,200.00. In the Victory Loan Campaign they operated all the Volunteer Banks on Saturday in the city selling over $3,000 worth of Victory Bonds. They also helped in the dis- tribution of Posters of both the Boy Scouts and Victory Loans. They have enlarged their organization by a membership campaign secur- ing some thirty members making a total of 1 5 5 membership roll in the organization. Next came the Salvation Army campaign in which they raised some $300.00. This is a complete report of the activities of the Young Men’s Council since organizing. According to the Program Committee there will be great activities the coming year. A SUCCESSFUL CANDY SALE “Let’s have a candy sale,” said one of the girls at a Student Staff meet- ing, “we could raise a considerable sum of money for the ‘Student’.” And immediately committees were appointed and action took place. Many of our girls responded by bringing candy, and early Friday morning (March 2 1st) Miss Hartsig’s desk was piled high with many delicacies. Candy was sold at noon for the benefit of the students who go home before 3 : 1 5 , and in fifteen minutes over ten dollars worth of candy had been purchased. Be- ginning at 3:15 the candy sold fast and in three-quarters of an hour only empty boxes remained on the tables and many slow students were left with- out any to buy. Thus twenty-four dollars was given to the seniors to help make their annual student a success A great revival of athle tics is being staged in Port Huron High School at the present time and Port Huron bids to be one of the first schools in the state in athletics very soon, in spite of the fact that the athletic equip- ment is not near what it should be. Rut the school is very fortunate in hav- ing two competent coaches, Myers and Lake. Mr. Myers is one of the best coaches in the state for foot-ball, and with the veterans of last season’s team and fine new material which turned out to spring foot-ball training, a champion team is predicted for Port Huron on the gridiron next fall with “Baldy” Bonnett captaining the team. The base ball team this year under Myers is one of the best ever turned out by Port Huron High, and Port Huron expects to, not only win the pen- nant in the county league, but also establish a claim for state honors. Port Huron could not have wished for better success during the bas- ket ball season than the varsity team had last year under the coaching of Mr. Lake. We had a team which could not be beaten on our home floor and the teams that defeated us on foreign floors defeated us by a very small margin. Port Huron High has reason to be proud of her basket ball team as this team put Port Huron on the map in athletics. For the first time in the history of the school a track team has been organized by Coach Lake. At this time, when the “Student” is going to press no definite positions have been filled on the team as there are a great variety of “track men” in the school to pick from, and great interest is being shown in this sport. The inter-class games in basket-ball were given more attention than BOARD OF CONTROL, ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION other years and each class team had many loyal rooters at the games. A great deal of class rivalry was shown among the students. The teams were very evenly matched and the class championship was carried off by the Senior class after a great deal of hard labor. For the first time in several years the girls were permitted to play bas- ket-ball. Although a varsity team was not organized, class teams were selected and the girls had a lot of sport in playing inter-class games. There is very good material among the girls for a good varsity and they should be given a chance next year to hold up the school ' s honor in basket-ball. Once more Port Huron is on the map because of the great success of our team last season. Our team proved that it was able to compete with any team of the state and has made a record which any school might envy. Great credit is due Coach Lake for the success of the team, and it is through his untiring efforts that our school is among the first half-dozen schools of the State in basket-ball. This “Lake” is too deep for other coaches to fathom. Out of eleven games played, the Red and White quintet only lost two games and these were on foreign floors. Not once was Port Huron defeated last year on her home floor and furthermore it is safe to say that the teams that did defeat us could not beat us on our own floor. Port Huron scored 4 54 points on her opponents, while they scored only 262. We will lose three men this year by graduation, two regulars and a sub- stitute. Although we will miss them greatly, we are confident that there are some second team men who will be able to fill the gips readily, and carry on the work which these veterans of the game have started. Port Huron seems to have awakened in school spirit and supported the team better during the last of the season than at the first, and this is a good thing for the school. If the student body is behind a team and cheering it the team is bound to win. Russell Norris — Senior — better known as “Buss.” Captain of the team, right guard and a fast one at that. Very few points were scored on this man. He well deserved to be captain of the team. Charles Bonnett — Sophomore — “Baldy,” was conced ed by the offi- cials at the state tournament, to be one of the fastest forwards of the state. It is very seldom that Baldy misses a basket and he leads his opponents a merry chase in trying to follow him. Fred Moore — Junior — Freddie is our center and when it comes to climb- ing the air for the ball Moore knows how to do it. Very few men can out jump or out wit this clever Moore. Roy Stewart — Sophomore — Stew is a guard who said, “they shall not pass ‘Stew’,” was always in the heart of the game and where the play was thickest Stew ' s opponents are soon in a stew when Stew is in the game. Dan Watts — Senior — “Watts is a fast forward who always kept every one guessing what he was going to do next and the first thing the opponents knew Watts had started down the floor for another basket. Little, Frink, Holt were the extra men who could always be summoned to do their share in a pinch and worked as hard as the regulars to make the team a success. PORT HURON 46, SARNIA 29 On January 3rd Port Huron opened the season with Sarnia on the home floor. After the first few minutes of play there was no doubt as to the final and after the first half the substitutes were given a chance. Only one thing was lacking and that was Port Huron ' s rooters. Although of little import- ance this game showed that Port Huron had a winning l earn. PORT HURON 42, MT. CLEMENS 22 A week later Mt. Clemens came to our city confident of success. So confident were they that they offered to take a score of 1-6 and go home rather than face our team. But we were willing to take a chance like Colum- bus and discovered we had a team to be well proud of, while Mt. Clemens had to go back home for more treatments to take out the sting of defeat. PORT HURON 31, ANN ARBOR 30 On Jan. 1 7, Ann Arbor came to our town and one of the most exciting games ever played in Port Huron was witnessed that night. Both teams were in the pink of condition and the score kept see-sawing back and forth. At the end of the first half Ann Arbor was four points in the lead. The sec- onci half our boys buckled down and shut Ann Arbor out as far as field baskets were concerned and played as they never played before. When the final whistle blew there was some dispute as to which team was the victor. After a few minutes it was decided that our team was victorious. PORT HURON 24, UNIVERSITY OF DETROIT HIGH 26 The 23rd of January our team went to Detroit for the first game on a strange floor. The team played under several handicaps and was not able to get started soon enough, but never the less made a good showing for themselves. This was the first time we were defeated this season. PORT HURON 60, MARINE CITY 13 The next week we plav d Marine City. As the score indicates there was no opposition ' Mid our team made baskets whenever it felt like it. This game ga ' _ the substitutes a chance to show what they could do and they proved they were able to play a good game also. PORT HURON 63, MARINE CITY 18 The 14th of February, Marine City came to Port Huron for revenge, but they were doomed to disappointment. The game was one sided from start to finish, with substitutes playing most of the game. The only ad- vantage in this game was that it gave the reserves a little experience and broke them in for next year. PORT HURON 38, MT. CLEMENS 28 The following Friday our boys journeyed to the “Bath City.” From all appearances Mt. Clemens had not learned how to play basket-ball as yet and our team easily carried off the honors. PORT HURON 50, FLINT DEAF AND DUMB 33 February 28 a fast game was staged on the home floor with the mutes of Flint. Although our team did not have a hard time in overcoming Flint this was nevertheless an interesting game. PORT HURON 21, FLINT 28 The 14th of March, spells the second defeat of the season for our team. The team went to Flint and a very fast game was staged there. It was with great difficulty that Flint managed to defeat us and which seemed a matter of luck rather than good management. PORT HURON 45, FLINT 19 Our boys wishing for revenge had Flint come here next Wednesday. Needless to say Flint received one of the worst beatings she ever had. Port Huron’s quintet just played circles around Flint and when the final whistle blew we had 45 points to Flint’s 19. PORT HURON 34, HIGHLAND PARK 16 The 22nd of March, Port Huron played the last scheduled game of the season at Detroit with Highland Park. This team was conceded to have the best five man defense of any team in the state, but it was not fast enough for our boys. Highland Park could not get this defense formed quick enough to stop our team and if by chance they did get it formed our boys would cage long shots. In the second half Highland Park gave up hope and we had every thing our own way. STATE TOURNAMENT When the time came for the state tournament came near there w r as some discussion as to whether the team should be sent to Lansing. It was finally decided that they should go and this was one of the best things Port Huron could have done as the players certainly deserved the chance. FACULTY VS. PORT HURON When the team came back from Lansing the faculty wanted to see w r hat they could do so challenged the team. The high school wanted to give the faculty as much a chance as possible so played the substitutes instead of the regulars. The Faculty team w as composed of Lake, Meyers, Miller, Hungerford and Anderson. These men were all old time players and had learned their A, B, C’s in college basket-ball. But time wull tell and as a result the faculty, not being in condition, were easily defeated. If this quintet had had as much practice as the high school team, perhaps the teams would have been more evenly matched. For once age did not precede beauty and the old heads did not know as much as the young heads when it came to basket-ball. This was one good chance for the students to “get back” at the faculty for the marks they gave them on their report cards. This they did for the score that the faculty made looked much like some of the marks on our “Blue Books.” The high school team confident of victory, put all the substitute men in the game the first half. These men played like regulars and at the end of the half the score w as 30 to 5 in favor of the high school. The second half one or two of the “subs” v T ere taken out and the regu- lars put in. The high school team soon w as so far ahead that the score w r as lost track of. The faculty was about “all in,” and it w r as here that Lake and Myers proved that they knew something about the game by having their shoe laces come untied and having to call time out to tie them. This game wa enjoyed by every one who attended and was a very fitting close to the successful season for the Red and White this year. STATE TOURNAMENT After a night of very little rest, Friday morning the team lined up against Cass. Tech of Detroit on a small and confusing floor. Cass Tech’s old players started on the jump and had the first half by a wide margin. In the second half, Port Huron braced and held them to one held goal. But their lead was too great and we were beaten by about a doz- en points, the worst defeat of the year. If ever a defeat had a good effect, that one did. It showed the team what it was up against and instead of giving up, it merely calmed itself and determined to do better next time. That next time came about six o’clock Friday night against Negaunee, champions of the Upper Peninsula who had beaten Flint badly in the morn- ing and won the reputation of being one of the fastest teams in the tourna- ment. We had everything to gain and nothing to lose. Indeed, we were in a unique position, one I think, not duplicated during the entire tournament. Practically every coach and official was watching the game. We were con- ceded to have a chance, because Negaunee was known to be wonderfully fast and a bunch of fighters. Right there is where the boys vindicated all the faith that we had placed in them and more than justified their presence at the tournament. When the smoke cleared we were victors by the score of 21-29 but we had done more than that. We had gained a prestige, greater than if we had won our first game. This was due partly to the fact that such a come-back is rare in a place of that kind and partly because, almost everyone connected with the tournament witnessed the game, watch- ing for a different purpose but watching nevertheless, and they were com- pelled to recognize the fact that the unusual and unexpected had happened. That evening Saginaw Eastern played Holland and Holland was victor by three points and next day defeated Northwestern for state title. Next morning, Saturday, we played Saginaw Eastern. Of course it had no bearing on the championship series, each of us having lost one game but nevertheless the game was watched with much interest by officials and coaches to see if we could uphold the reputation earned the evening before. The first half of the game was characterized by some of the officials as one of the fastest in the entire tournament. Only four points separated the teams at that time. Port Huron leading. The second half proved that Sagi- naw couldn’t stand the pace and the final score stood 45-21. However it was a bitterly fought game and although the officials kindly allowed us a short rest the boys were in no condition to play when they took the floor against Detroit Northern a few minutes later. Northern was in almost the same condition but had profited by a little longer rest and were playing on floor familiar to them but untried by us, we being on that court for the first time. The score stayed about even for the first half or until Norris got a wrenched ankle which made it almost impossible for him to get around ' . Then and then only did Northern gradually go ahead, winning by a very few points, only to lose the final game for the consolation series to Battle Creek, a team which if no better, was at least luckier in its playing schedule. Summing up the whole tournament, the students and everyone con- nected with the team have reason to be satisfied, and proud of it. They went to East Lansing unknown, lost the first game and thereby lost all cham- pionship aspirations. Then by sheer grit and ability earned the reputation of one of the fastest and gamest teams in the state and a dangerous oppon- ent for the best. This in a tournament where they never played on a stand- ard size floor, and where some of the best teams never won a game. It was certainly worth far more than it cost, to both the team and the school. And we owe our thanks to M. A. C. for the treatment we received there. One forward, Charles Bonnett, received honorable mention for “the all State,” without having a chance to show his real strong point, — speed, on a large floor. INTER-CLASS BASKET BALL The Seniors proved their superiority in inter-class basket-ball. Their nearest rival was the Freshmen. The sophomores, contrary to their cus- tomary tiaits, followed the Freshmen, while the Juniors showing a fighting spirit were the farthest away from the championship. Coach “Baldy” Bonnett of the Freshmen team states that the Freshmen team is the fastest team that has been developed in that class for several years. Basket ball “fans” think that if such players as McGuvero and Ross keep up their present reputation, they will play on the school team in a few seasons. The Sophomores showed spirit, meeting defeat and victory with the same grin, and from rumors coming from Room E the Sophomores expect to carry away next years honors. The Junior team was defeated this year but their coach states that two of their best players were on the school team and were therefore not allowed to play in inter-class basket ball. The Seniors put forth a well drilled efficient five which tied the Fresh- men for final honors in this game; however, the Seniors defeated the Fresh- men with an over-whelming score, thus giving the class of nineteen the championship. The final results were : Seniors 2 6 Juniors 4 3 Sophomores 3 4 Freshmen 3 5 GIRLS’ BASKET BALL For the first time in many years the girls have a basket ball team. The old armory never had more enthusiastic devotees to this popular game than the girls who under the direction of Miss Everham were organized for prac- tice every Monday evening during the spring months. The tryouts were numerous and the girls practiced hard until each class developed teams satisfactory to their coach. Inter-class games were arranged for April 15 and 16, and much class spirit was shown, when the Freshmen battled hard against the Seniors, who soon rolled up the score. The Juniors who were so confident at the beginning of the Sophomore game, soon found out that it was going to be more work than they expected. The Sohps. displayed especially fine team work and kept the score even during the first half. In the last half the Juniors gained, coming out four points to the good. The most interesting game was played between the Seniors and the Juniors. Both teams had their pep aroused from the very first, but the Juniors scored successfully 13 to 9. This was the fastest game played and it was only after a hard struggle that the Juniors won. In the last game played the Sophomores showed the Freshmen how to play basket-ball the score 14 to 6 in favor of the Sophs, was easily made. By reason of their victories the Juniors are the class champions for this year. OBITUARY NOTICE DIED OF Irving Bell — Music on the brain. Mr. Miller — Of love. Wayne Frink — Poisoned by midnight oil. Irving Pollock — Life got too fast for him. Rowdin Kilets — Lonesomness. . Leona Delyon — Pneu Beauxitis. Madelyn McGowan — Tickled to death. Lucille King — Lack of attention. Harold Hill — Lack of exercise. “Baldy” Bonnett — Fussed to death. Mary Schuberth — Mistake. Miss Northrup — Discussion of the brain. Tom Howard — Of variety. Hazel Howell — Broken heart. LeVange Kimball — Of powder. Jean Marsden — Because the rest did. Dorothy Sarjeant — Flirtitis. Marjorie Neville — Painters Colic. Guy Manual — Died late. (As usual). At the time of this writing the High School baseball team is just get- ting into real form. The games so far this season have been with small towns and the team has not been put to a real test. Although we were defeated by Croswell it is nothing to be surprised at so early in the season and before a regular team has been selected. The A. A. decided to enter the team in the County League and up to date it looks as if Port Huron would carry off the honors. The league consists of St. Clair High School, Marine City High School, Algonac High School and Port Huron High School, each playing the other two games. The games with the larger high schools are yet to come and if Port Huron could defeat such teams as Highland Park, Northwestern and Detroit Central, which are yet to be played, a claim to the State Championship would be recognized. At a meeting early in the season Russell French was elected captain of the team. French, Bonnett, and Fenner, are doing the pitching, Norris catch- ing, Caulkett first, Bonnett second, Lasher third, Fields short stop, and Phil- ipps, Meno, Carson and Hohh in the fields. The first game of the season was with Richmond and Port Huron won by a score of 9 to 6. St. Clair came next and it was an easy victory for Port Huron with a score of 14 to 5. The next game at Croswell was a defeat for Port Huron, score 14 to 6. French worked in the box. The first game with Algonac resulted in a vie- tory for Port Huron by a 19 to 10 score, Carson and Fenner doing the pitch- ing. Sarnia came next and was defeated 9 to 7. The game at Marine City was not finished and was given to Marine City by the umpire whose decisions were questioned by Port Huron. Before the end of the season Port Huron baseball team anticipates an enviable position among other schools. HIGH SCHOOL BOWLERS The High School Bowling season commenced on January 13th on the Young Men ' s Christian Association Alleys and organized their pin spillers into four three men teams, two rounds. These teams were composed as fol- lows : Hart, captain ; Sullivan and Norton. Scupholm, captain ; Briggs and Ross. Moore, captain; Smith and Fenner. Wright, captain ; Richards and Grant Moore. In this series Captain Edward Moore’s trio claimed first position on com- pletion. The teams stood as follows: Capt. Moore ... Capt. Hart Capt. Scupholm Capt. Wright . Won Lost Pc. 15 3 -833 8 7 -445 7 8 .389 6 9 -333 As a result, the members of Captain Moore’s team are displaying silver bowling medals for bravery. The next undertaking of the bowling committee, was a series of Doubles, the teams consisting as follows : Edward and Grant Moore. Wellman Smith and J. Ross. Richards and Norton. Oliver and W right. Scupholm and Sullivan. This series commenced on February 24th, and was concluded on March 28th, with Edward and Grant Moore leading their opponents with n games won and 4 lost, percentage .733. Contending for second place came Richards and Norton, Stewart and Davidson, each pair having won 10 and dropped 5. E dward and Grant Moore were each decorated with a medal by the Y. M. C. A. To properly terminate the bowling season a singles and doubles tourna- ment was staged, each bowler contesting against every other contestant, and given one chance only, total pins for three games to count. In the singles event, Ernest Lymburner claimed first position, rolling 981, while Harold Richards was a close second, 979 pins. In the doubles, in which not so many entered, Harold Lewis and “Rox” won first position. Rox” at last demon- strating to the satisfaction of all others, that although there in a pinch, and could really get a score when the opportunity came. To Mr. Wm. PoweTl much credit is due for his help in organizing and directing the High School Bowling teams. TRACK AND FIELD MEET The first annual track and field meet of the St. Clair county athletic asso- ciation took place at Tashmoo park, Friday, June 6. The track teams of the high schools of Port Huron, St. Clair, Marine City and Algonac competed. Port Huron won the meet with forty-nine points. Marine City was second with thirty-eight points ; St. Clair third with eight points and Algonac fourth with four points. For Port Huron, Lennox was the highest point winner with first place in the 50 and 220 yard dashes and second in the 100 yard for a total of 13 points. Hungerford was second with 11 points, with first in the pole vault, tie for first in the high jump and second in the running broad jump. Bonnett took first in the shot put and javelin throw for ten points. Smith, W. Hill, Baker and Moore garnered ten additional points in the various events and Lennox, Holth, Lasher and Smith won the relay race for another five points. Scott was the star for Marine City, taking first in both the 440 yard and half mile runs, besides placing in the other events. Port Huron ' s victory is more notable owing to the fact that not one of the point winners had ever before competed in a high school meet. In the baseball game Port Huron was defeated by a score of 3-2. The game was well played and exciting, despite the fact that Port Huron had twelve men left on bases in seven innings. Bonnett pitched a good game. E stands for English in which I’m a dunce, N stands for naughts that I’ve got more than once. G stands for goats of whom I am but one, L is the little I always have done. I is the interest I have in the class, S stands for something which may help me pass. H is my head which for fear it may bore, Refuses at present to yield any more. — G. DONALDSON. £l_- varoaT� te f( -r ' A e EE J ) A ' ?;r i] •OHC TVo •t.LdKe ) (T 5 said, Most of the. trine ht s t bacK he J at dj l Mfn(e € uc£ 1 ff ( ey c andny W ' SSec T e ha crfei o.yy o -j- -- bo oh of- Bui- ru 6by U M y er$ n as statf a j V e fi d shottheJafJfov-4 Scorn. of fouo. Ole Anderson 4 0 $ sore Cthcf fame BoT” 0 a j OOh u f’ e MHx Prof Hurler fay j Is He ch H ¥ ' S ” ?� one And oof hfi e a r (fund ' a . n K££3?‘‘ u ‘ B °� Ana r o«s came f ieenc of Sots rft e s onne. f. Latin as she is translated — “Caesar bellum in Gallia Septem amicos gessit.” Caesar bellered in Gaul seven years I guess. Magna pars munitionis aqua deleta est. A great part of the munitionettes were delegated to the river. A. Browning translating Latin — “Many things fell from the heavens and knocked the gods from their pedestals.” Miss Hayward History I — “Why were you out of school yesterday, Edward ?” E. Moore — “I was sick all day yesterday.” Geo. Lennox — “I didn’t know the Y. M. C. A. Bowling Alley was a hospital.” You are the star on which I fix My yearning gaze, and My thots, like blossoms sweet, entwines My dreams of you, most all the time Now whisper “Yes,” and so complete The charm to make my life time sweet. Mrs. Crane in Geometry class — “Now I’m drawing this circle with my ’ .1,11! 00 Vampish Innocence I. 2 . 3 4 - 5 - 6 . 9 - 10. 11. 12 . 13 14- Arduous P.W.)f.5. B£Li_E5 Wanted Special formula that made the Tower of Pisa lean. — Russell Norris. Ponies for final exams. — Viola Hart. Information on subject “Why it is so lonesome in school now.” — Harold Hill. Brains to learn Miss Northrup’s English lessons. — English VI If student. A diploma. — Ashford Meno. Some new clocks. — High School. A Man — Marguerite Baer A Jackie — Mary Schuberth. Some stationery — Hazel Howell. Maxim Silencer, Session Room Style — Miss K r orthrup. An “A”— Wilbur Oliver. An alarm clock — Louis Kleinstiver. A dancing teacher — Bill McCracken. “Pep” — Junior Class. CALENDAR March 10, Monday From February 10th until this date, March 10 — the school was busy getting the new welcome “freshies” settled. Today Mr. Haensel of the Chamber of Commerce spoke to the seniors about organizing a Junior Young Men’s Chamber of Commerce. The sen- iors gave their class songs and yells. March 11, Tuesday The junior girls wore their hair down. They thought they were “put- ting something over” on the seniors but the seniors know better than to let them do that. March 12, Wednesday Calvin Johnson was sent home for skipping school. We don’t blame Calvin, this weather would make anyone skip. March 13, Thursday Ashford Meno took an interurban ride as far as Marine City. Wonder what the attraction was? March 14, Friday Mass meeting 5th hour. A speaker from Lansing spoke on the Bar- berry Bush. March 17, Monday St. Patrick’s Day! The school was brightily hued. Even shoe laces were green. The Sen ior’s were crazy enough to carry canes with their class colors of green and white tied upon them. March 18, Tuesday An awfully pretty young teacher substituted for Miss Northrup. Tin boys’ attention could not be concentrated on “Hamlet.” March 19, Wednesday The seniors were busy “swapping pictures.” March 20, Thursday Mr. Crossley “sprung” one of his numerous tests in Chemistry. March 21, Friday Miss Northrup returned after an illness. March 24, Monday Six week exams began to every one’s joy (???) March 25, Tuesday School clocks were running, much to our surprise. March 26, Wednesday A number of students went on a canoe trip. March 27, Thursday The above were expelled but for only about a day. March 28, Friday The senior girls with the much-appreciated co-operation of the lower class girls held a candy sale, and about $25.00 was made. If we had had more candy we could have made double that sum. At 3 :30 a “Jazz” stu- dent assembly was also held. April 2, Monday Report cards were out. — !x x x ! x ! — ? April 3 Tuesday Coffee was served in the afternoon and evening for the benefit of the athletic association. April 4, Wednesday “Everybody’s happy! Why? Because we have no school Thursday or Friday. April 7, Monday P. H. H. S. certainly has talent. Elvaretta Nested, a flourishing young Freshman, recited for the Juniors at. chapel services. April 8, Tuesday Everyone was selling tickets enthusiastically for the high school play. April 9, Wednesday Slumber school party. Everyone tired from Michigan Opera, “Come On Dad,” and the dance after. April 10, Thursday Miss Northrup’s mother visited school. April 11, Friday We lost a debate with Saginaw. Never mind team, you were fine any- way ! April 15, Tuesday Rainy day — but not one session. April 16, Wednesday Isabel MacLaren made a brilliant recitation in French — ask her what it was. April 21, Monday The Student staff had their picture taken. April 22, Tuesday Mildred Smith taken home ill, but Mildred is back again and is feeling better than ever. April 23, Wednesday Final practise for “Every-Child” many of the characters were absent irom school all day. April 25, Friday School dismissed at noon — as it was clean-up day. Tonight is the Junior Senior party, and we all went home and cleaned up for that. April 28, Monday We were all “raving” about the party. The Juniors certainly can give wonderful parties. April 30, Wednesday LeVange Kimball wore a pretty new ' dress. May 1, Thursday Four minute speeches w r ere given in every session room, by Allan Min- nie, Bessie Magahay, Alfred Browning, Albert Hogan and Mary Schuberth in honor and memory of the late Fred L. Keeler, former superintendent of Public Instruction of the state of Michigan. May 2, Friday “Doc.” Crissman spoke to the school at a mass meeting seventh hour to arouse “Pep” for the game with Algonac. May 6, Tuesday Miss Hovey and William Ottaway had dinner together at the Majestic chop suey. May 7, Wednesday New matting on the stairs. Now we will probably be safeguarded from the previous numerous falls. May 12, Monday Cards out again. Just once more and then school is over. That is one consolation. May 13, Tuesday The Freshies had a meeting today just like the big ones. May 14, Wednesday Harvey Harland is raising a moustache. May 16, Friday Miss llartsig was in Ann Arbor today, where she was entertained at a lovely tea party. The occasion being her birthday. May 19, Monday Senior’s had their rehearsal today at 3 :30. ELECTION RETURNS Most Useful Class Dancer Crankiest Most Bashful ..... Woman Hater .... Most Retiring Live Wire Class Flirt Class Athlete Most Conceited . . . Most Studious Most Popular Best Beloved Handsomest Fellow Prettiest Girl Joke Most Unsociable . . Most Punctual .... Laziest Quietest Noisest Most Religious Cleverest Class Idol Ted Jenks . . . . Marjory Brown Edith Brown William McCracken . . . .Raymond Smith Esther Ream Harold Hill , . . .Gertude Gleason Sam Sullivan Wilbur Oliver Harold Hart , . . .George Silhavey Leonard Little Harold Waugh .... Gretta Roberts Madeline McGowan Frances Smith Dorothy Major . . . Bessie Magahay Helen Endlich Mary Bradley . . . .Harry Magahay Dan Watts Leonard Little FAVORITE SONGS Guy Manuel — “You’re Some Pretty Doll.” William Duff — “I Hate To Lose You.” Neva Schell — “Hop In De Motor Car.” “Dave” MacTaggart — “The Wild Wild Women.” Marjorie Browne — “I Love a Piano.” Louis Kleinstiver — “I Love You That’s One Thing I Know.” Harold Hill— “After All.” Mary Schuberth — “O Charlie Is My Darlin’.” Grant Moore — “Sweet ' n Pretty.” Isabel McClaren — “Sometime; ” Bennet Langtry — “I ' ve Got the Alcoholic Blues.” Madeline McGowan — “Dear Little Boy of Mine.” “Baldy” Bonnett — “Mary, Marry Me.” Margaret Akers — “Pm In Love.” Harold Richards — “Till We Meet Again.” Ruth Sturmer — “My Hero.” Ashford Meno — “I Love the Ladies.” Elaine Schell — “Love Is Like a Cigarette.” Arthur Davidson — “That Society Bear.” Millicent Webster — “Little Bit O’ Honey.” Albert Dixon— “I Want a Doll.” Hope Phillips — “There Is Someone Waiting For Me.” Bob Carson — “Millicent.” Harwood Fenner — “Along Came Ruth.” Marjorie Neville — “The Heart of a Sailor.” Fred Moore — “Valse Elaine.” Doris Deal — “Don ' t Wake Me Up Pm Dreaming.” Harold Hart — “Kisses.” Beatrice Grey — “Rocked In the Cradle of the Deep.” Wilbur Sylvester — “They Didn ' t Believe Me.” Raymond Smith — “Melody of Love.” Albert Hogan — “Tackin ' ’Em Down.” Eugene Lewis — “Oh How I Hate To Get Up In the Morning Russel Simms — “You Can ' t Do Business Without a Band.” John Howard — “Young Hopeful.” Malcolm Wright — “When Pm Alone Pm Lonesome.” Gertrude Tennant — “Put Your Arms Around Me Honey.” Paul St. Dennis — “Kiss Me Again.” Gertrude Hall “Ed” Nicholson Alex Avery — “Nothing To Do Till Tomorrow.” Mac Watterworth — “Wait and See You’ll Want Me Back.” Carleton Hill — “If You Only Had My Disposition.” Bud Mueller — “I Love You Truly.” Sam Sullivan — “Even Bravest Hearts May Swell.” Leonard Little — “A Little Birch Canoe and You.” Ross Scupholm — “I ' ll Say She Does.” Katherine Philbrick — “I Wonder Who ' s Kissing Him Now. ' Frances Hyde — “Since I Met Wonderful You.” Jack McCowan — “Can You Tame Wild Wimmin.” Wilbur Oliver — “Croon, Croon, Underneat ' De Moon.” Jeanne Ryan — “Johnny ' s In Town.” Billy Watson — “When You Know Your Girlie Loves You.” Edith Brown — “Sammy Boy.” “Two Little Love Bees. “The Collegiate ’ Sarnia, Out. — Your magazine is decidedly clever, especially the literary department. As a whole it shows much hard work, but where are all your jokes? “The Zodiac,” Lansing, Mich. — The article, “My Castles in the Air, is fine, a few cuts and cartoons would greatly add to the interest of your paper. “The Lake Breeze,” Sheboygan, Wis. — We like your idea of having a boys’ number, and agree with them that it is original and exclusive. Come often. “The Rutherfordian,” Rutherford, New Jersey — “Historic Rutherford” is well written, and the idea of illustrating is well worth copying. “The Pioneer,” Grand Rapids, Mich. — Why not have fewer advertise- ments and more stories and poems? “Said and Done,” Muskegon, Mich. — A very snappy little magazine, but we do not admire the cover. “The Carteret,” Orange, New Jersey — Your paper is very interesting and has a pleasing personal touch. “The Colt,” Northwestern High School, Detroit, Mich. — Your paper is certainly an exception, especially your art and literary departments. We like your cover design. “The Holead,” M. A. C., Lansing, Mich. — A very newsy little paper. “Normal College News,” Ypsilanti, Mich. — An interesting well con- structed magazine. “The Owl,” Park Ridge, New Jersey — Literary work fine, but where are all your cuts? “The Reflectoo,” Jackson, Mich. — The plan of your paper is an excep- tion. We like it. “Hillsdale Collegian,” Hillsdale, Mich. — Brief and to the point. “Western Normal Herald,” Kalamazoo, Mich. — A very neat little paper. “The Beacon,” Western High School, Detroit, Mich. — You ought to be proud of your poetic talent. Originality seems to be your slogan. “Come again.” ■ ' Michigan News,” Ann Arbor, Mich. — The title well expresses the con- tents. NOTES ON OTHER SCHOOLS The Freshman class is leading Rutherford High School in selling thrift stamps. The Physical Training Department of Lansing High School has car- ried out, during the last couple months, an extensive program of after school activities. Many high schools have been adopting French War Orphans to care for. In the Auto Mechanics Department of Muskegon High School the stu- dents are taking hold of the work in splendid shape. This department is in charge of Monroe Sherman, an expert auto engineer. The girls South High School, Grand Rapids, have organized a Girls ' Volly Boll Tournament and have games scheduled. The Sheboygan High School has organized an Agricultural Society in which they study and discuss subjects pertaining to Agriculture. The course in Engineering at Michigan Agricultural College is to un- dergo changes to meet new demands. Specialization will begin in fall term of Sophomore year instead of fall term of Junior year. Fifty-seven girls in Western State Normal learned how to swim last year, and are making plans for spring meetings. Hon. Lewis Emery, Jr., has given $5,000 for an up-to-date equipment ot the Chemical laboratory at Hillsdale College. Three hundred acres of wet land in St. Clair County will be drained during the next few months under the direction of the farm Mechanic de- partment of Michigan Agricultural College. Mt. Pleasant is going to have a new sch ool, costing $155,000 there being a $20,000 fund now available. The girls of the Nature Club in Western High School are devoting much time this semester to making books for the children’s Free Hospital and knitting squares for an afghan. Albion’s new Carnegie Library was opened in May. The dedication speech was given by William Bishop, of Ann Arbor, head of the American Library Association. This new Library is a great joy to the students. A contest between the boys and girls of Northwestern High School has greatly aroused the people of Detroit. The whole city is open for canvassing to get people to adopt a war baby or as many as they can possibly afford — payments for them to be made daily, weekly, or monthly. William Scliupe Stanley McFarland George C. Hanna Claude Markey Francis Buckeridge “Mike” Hobin Fred Sherman Harvey Whipple Bessie Atkinson Clarence Eichhorn WITH THE EDITORS Gordon H. Bagg Dwight Jennings Eileen Stevenson Harold Vance Amy Storms Hazel Harris Russel Hart Ralph T. Moore Harold Hovey Perth Boice Carleton Jenks Edwin Akers Clarence Hart Beatrice Buckeridge Elsa Haag Vaughn Oliver Quinneth Sumnici s Warren Simms CLASS OF 1918 Florence Andrews— Great Lakes Foundation Co. Edward Bassett — Sarnia Bridge Cc. Marjorie Ballentine — Teaching. Philip Amadou, Loretta Barker — Port Huron Gas Electric Co. Gertrude Chesher — Muir’s Office. Elmer Chamberlain — University of Michigan. Helen Canfield — Oberlin. John Conat — At Home. Cleo Browne — Riverside Priming Cc. Edna Clemens — At Home. Cyril Dyer — U. of M. Lois Cochran — U. of M. Harold Crimmins — Grand Trunk. Gertrude Cole — Normal School. Violet Crawford — At Home. Foss Fox — Y. M. C. A. Lourene Crory — M. A. C. Robert Farr — Union Trust Co. V irginia Elliott — Normal School. Grace Farbrother — First National Bank. Arthur Hamlin — Annapolis. Florence Fleming — Normal School. Edward Goldman — U. of M. Vivian Frink — Grand Trunk Office. Juliet Lee Fuque — Chicago University. Finn Holth — M. A. C. Edna Hall — Woman’s Benefit Association. Gordon Hill — U. of M. Beatrice Heilig — Married. Selina H odder — Grand Trunk Shop’s Office. Robert Houston — M. A. C. Rosamonde H opkins — Vassar. Frank Kresin — Anker-Holth. Helen Hoppe — W. B. A. Alta Horton — P. G. John Kunz. Blanche Hull — Port Huron Gas and Electric Co. Lloyd L awrie — Grand Trunk Shops. Verna Hurley — Detroit University. Grace Kishpaugh — At Home. Clele Matheison — Teaching at North Street. Mildred Little — Normal School. Herbert Little — M. A. C. Alice Makeleim — Detroit. Helen Marr McCall — Hillsdale. Gean Me Cue — Home. Fred Moore — M. A. C. Margaret Norris — Boyces. Mary Porrett — Home. Elmer Schumaker — Pere Marquette Freight Office. Nina Pratt — Home. Warren Simms — City Engineer’s Office. Thelma Reynolds — Maccabee Temple. Esther Richards — At Home. Amos Snyder. Lucille Roach — M. A. C. Fredrick Sovereign — Grand Trunk. Marion Rowe — Normal School. Gladys Sawdon — Home. Ernest Strauss — Port Huron Gas Electric Co. Marie Schweitzer — Times-Herald. Emery Stringer — Fenner’s Shoe Store. Lenore Smith. Dorothy Stephenson — At Home. Jesse Upp — Mueller Metal Works. Bertral Summers — U. of M. Gerald Van Norman. Frances Thompson — Duna Hall. Hilda Vogelei — Romeo Foundry. David Watterworth — County Road Commission. Reta Yeager — Stephensons. James Wellman — M. A. C. East Lansing, Mich., 1 1 F Wells Hall. May 18, 1919. Editor of Student, Port Huron High School, Port Huron, Mich. Dear Sir: As a member of the Alumni of P. H. H. S. I often think of days of pleasure that have gone and passed by forever and never to come back. So in token of my love for the Prep, school that I once attended, I subscribed for the “Halcod” to be sent to the P. H. H. S. I hope you are receiving it. In return I ask that you save me a “Student” and will pay for it at the time it comes out. You can send it to my home in Port Huron (2029 8th Street) or here in East Lansing. Just send a bill and I will remit the money by mail. I have nothing further to say other than that I wish the best of success to this year ' s “Student.” Make it the best ever. Yours truly, MARSHALL G. DRAPER. Port Huron, Mich., May 4, 1919. Miss Hope Phillips, Alumni Editor, “The Student,” P. H. H. S. Dear Miss Phillips: Since receiving your letter, 1 have been trying to think up some ‘ ' thoughts,” but have just come to the sorrowful conclusion that they are practically negligible. It is not that I do not believe in Alumni support. The appearance and literary make-up of the last few annuals certainly show no lack of student or alumni interest. With best wishes for the “Student” and for your department in par- ticular, I am Very truly yours, CLARENCE HART, APOLOGIES BY ARTHUR B. BUCKERIDGE, 32ND DIV. CLASS OF T5. Advice always seems to flow easily from the lips of those who have graduated so the message from the alumnus must necessarily be along those lines. But somehow the war has changed the aspect of things and now ' the theme of service predominates in the minds of everyone. For those who have seen the real service, whether at home or abroad, on land or on sea, life seems to be more of a difficult problem to be solved than it did when grad- uation day made them think they were thinking seriously. Conditions are such at these times that every student is needed to help in the readjustment of things. There is an era of prosperity in view and the graduates have an opportunity knocking right at their doors. In this day and age no time can be lost because conditions change so rapidly that only the hustlers can keep up with the times. You would hardly realize the greatest lesson that was taught to the alumni who served overseas. Not only did the realization come that the United States was the greatest nation in the world but a profound respect was born in the heart, of every one for the old home town. So our message is short and to the point. Make the best of the present opportunities because they are so wonderful that their value can only be realized after you have taken advantage of them. You may not realize that your chance to make good is right at home until it is too late. Be loyal to Port Huron. It’s your home. This article is much like a Ford on a frosty morning — very hard to start. However, I will not attempt to be at all journalistic in my effort, but will proceed as best I can. Having spent six months in France I no doubt am expected to know ail the habits and customs of the French and to be personally acquainted with Premier Clemenceau and other dignataries. I must plead not guilty to all of the above, blaming the fact that travelling abroad as a tourist is vastly different than travelling aboard under supervision of those authora- tive persons known as Army Officers. It was not my privilege to see any real action with the A. E. F. and in the language of the Doughboy I “led the life of Riley,” in comparison to those whose lot it was to engage in the actual fighting, and b ecause of this fact I probably had a better opportunity of sight seeing than the men who made life miserable for Fritz. I think the first thing that met my gaze when we landed at Brest w r as a “little old Ford rambling right along.” I soon discovered that Fords were almost as common around American Bases as they are in Detroit. My stay at Brest was of five days duration after which I experienced the many delightful sensations of a forty-eight hour trip in one of those famous “8 Chevaux or 40 Hommes” cars. Sleep was practically impossible on this journey and all of us were glad when it came to an end. This was my first and only ride in a French freight car and needless to say I do not yearn for another. My next train ride lasted three days and I rode in a regular passenger coach which was fairly comfortable, although, not to be compared to our Pullman cars. I got a little of the Pullman effect, though, by sleep- ing one night on the high-rack where the “voyageur” is supposed to place his travelling bag. French passenger cars are very much smaller than ours as are their locomotives — one of our men ventured to ask the engineer of a French engine if compressed air supplied the motive force. You have no doubt heard the whistling of a French locomotive from time to time — I m sure the sound must travel this far. In comparison the Sarnia fire whistle sounds like the gentle peeping of the first robin of spring. Our march to camp after alighting from the train led us through a fair sized town and the population was out in its entirety to greet us. The small boys ran along besides us asking for pennies and “tabac” and they really reaped quite a harvest. One lad in particular caused considerable amusement by an en- thusiastic rendition of “Hail, Hail the Gang’s all Here,” much to our aston- ishment. He had evidently come in contact with Americans before this. In October I was fortunate enough to be sent to the city of Xantes on a four day visit. Here I had my first taste of city life since leaving the States — a period of several months. Xantes is one. of the largest cities in France, having a population of several hundred thousand. In many ways it is as up to date and as lively as some of our larger cities. The streets are narrower of course, and the automobiles noticeably few, most private machines hav- ing been taken over by the government. Xantes is justly proud of her beautiful new art gallery, which is brim full of wonderful masterpieces by great artists. The building itself is a massive structure of white stone finely decorated with numerous statues and graven cornices. Soon after the Germans began to bomb Paris numbers of the paintings in the Louvre were removed to the gallery in Xantes for safe keeping. One might spend days among these beautiful works of art and enjoy every minute of his time, but, my time was limited and after a few hours tour through the great corridors I proceeded to the next point of interest which in this case happened to be a restaurant. My experience in the restaurant was rather novel as I was unable to translate the bill of fare and in desperation motioned for the waitress to bring me everything on the list, and, she surely did so. I never saw such a variety of food on one table before in my life. I lived through it. though, and afterwards I attended the opera “La Mascotte,” enjoying it immensely in spite of the fact that I was unable to understand a word of the dialogues. The next day I visited the Xantes Cathedral which was built in the fifteenth century, its crumbling walls and worn steps vouching for its age. I was shown through its wonderful interior by the sexton, an aged French- man, who showered me with explanations and descriptions which I was little able to understand. One cannot enter such a holy place as this without being immediately impressed with its beauty and solemnity, the sun stream- ing in through the stained glass windows and the silence of all within in- spiring the greatest reverence. Beneath its floors are many underground passages, one of which leads to the crypt or vault where are buried the bishops who have served that particular church. Another historic building in Nantes is the castle of Queen Anne which is located almost in the heart of the city and but a short distance from the Loire River. It is much like the castles described in Ivanhoe, the moat and drawbridge being still in existence although no longer in use. It was constructed, I believe, in 1434 and is still in splendid condition. Its floors and walls are of massive stone and winding stone steps lead up to the towers and down to the dungeons and underground cells. From the top of one of these towers a fine panoramic view of the city may be obtained. The walls of the towers are now profusely decorated with the names of American soldiers and it is no uncommon occurrence for a sight-seeing Yank to find the name of an old friend carved in this out of the way place. After a visit to the uppermost parts of the castle I was shown down into the dungeons where many historic men have been confined. No light what- ever enters these dungeons and needless to say my stay in this part of the castle was very brief. There are countless other interesting sights I might tell about, but, time and space do not permit. Rest assured however, that no part of France was half so interesting to us as our first sight of the U. S. A. on our return trip. T. E. GERRIE. NOW— AND SOON He was a pessimist. He knew it — everybody else knew it. When the time came for boosting there was nowhere a more efficient knocker. If he had only applied himself as systematically to something worth while as he did to swing “sour grapes,” people were agreed that he could make the world a decent place in which to survive his kindred species. (Is that how your next-door neighbor feels about you?) The “Blues,” each one from the “Livery Stable” to the Fort Worth Heart Disease,” seemed to bring his only happiness. He rose to the seventh heaven when he heard them sung or “jazzed.” Sarcasm and an habitual “wet-blanket” personality do not trend usually toward an environment that is enjoyable; rather, either or both wear on the nerves. And so when everybody had done his best to drag the erring one back to the “Straight and Narrow” from the “too straight and real narrow” and failed, they all said “he w as going to the dogs.” At here, however, he w r as dissatisfied with his own reflection in the mirror, dissatisfied with what he was trying to do for himself and what he wasn’t doing to help the next fellow along. Naturally a man who thought to conclusions, with little effort he soon realized the fallacy and unsureness of his course and was convinced of the necessity of a new start. (On acute self- examination maybe your need don’t you think?) And so tossed a coin, “heads I stay, tails I go.” With an abandon that has often marked the making or unmaking of a career, the coin struck the ceiling, hit the table, spun and rolled to the floor. “Tails.” And he went. In less than six years he returned — a college graduate, a different man. He had received a vision, achieved congeniality and an optimistic person- ality. Success and friends soon became his — all because of a vision, and a little man-sized work with “service” as a keyword. This is just an actual illustration, a page from the life of a very dear friend, revealing the futility of life without a vision, a dream — its promise and scope with one. Life isn’t a stable thing. You can’t put it on a shelf and expect to find the same thing you left there. It’s a fluid. It’s volatite. Men are either growing or shrinking. The great present demand is that for the educated man, the specialist. Doors have never been opend to more expansive opportunities. But while that education is being acquired every action and thought should be im- pelled by a tireless ambition. You should eat, breathe, dream it until you are fairly bursting with its intensity and impulse — visualize — give up your whole being to it. Fight! You must win in this big game, this struggle for pre-eminence. Your aspirations will furnish energy, develop creative pressure and broaden your mentality. Be loyal — to your w r ork, your friends and to all that is fine and good. Be a little forgetful of self — greatest success and truest happiness are deriv- ed from the vision with “Others” for its motto. Life isn’t an accumulation, its a giving-out. When you have learned this and put it to the test, soon, in this peculiar world that a great poet once called a stage and all of us simply players, you will be playing one of the leads. Do not wait — w r ork ! ! The time of preparation is the time of inspir- ation. WARREN H. SIMMS, Editor “191 8 Student.” “Johnny, how old is your sister?” Johnny — “I think she’s a last year’s model.” Verna F. — Good night, it’s raining pitchforks and I have to go home. Wayne F. — 1 think I will w r ait until it rains water. No one appreciates home talent. Why, the deaf people of California would give ten thousand dollars to hear Hazel Howell. R. N. — Lenore, you’re going to be an old maid. B. B. — I’ll throw out the life line. A is for Annual, come stop and look. Don’t read your neighbors — but buy your own book. B is for Bluffer, who strangely to tell, seldom e ' er studies and yet recites well. C is for Cicero — that orator great — who makes us to study both early and late. D is for Duty — there ' s some for us all — we must fulfill it be it ever so small. E is for English — a study so charming, that we sometimes pull marks that are somewhat alarming. F is for Flunk — if you do not know yet, just wait till you do, you’ll never forget. G is for Good — with a studious look. So will know all traits aside a book. H is for Heaven — when we’ve finished below — the place where all Juniors will certainly go. I is for Idleness — Haste thee away. The Juniors don ' t know you — they work all day. J is for Jojo — that doleful delight, that gently reminds us to stay in at night. K is for Knocker, who waits till the rest have finished the work, then cen- sures the best. L is for Lemon, the fruit we receive, when the class of our presence is freed. M is for Morning — so tired you drop. The time you will likely come in from the hop. N is for N. S. of course means “none such.” It has other meanings that don’t matter much. O is for O. K., a mark that no dunce will ever receive — I looked at it once. P is for Pony — whose trustworthy mission is to get us through Latin with- out a condition. Q is for Quiz that prophet of woe, that asks us the questions we never did know. R is for Red marks, meaning failure, of course. Why oh why did it they use a wee horse. S is for Slacker — there always are some, who absent themselves until the work’s done. T is for Tardy — a word which we hate. It means an eighth hour whenever we’re late. U is for Unison, the thing that we need, if ever our high school is going to succeed. V is for V. G. on our themes sometimes hid. Perhaps you have seen it. (I never did.) W is for Wrong — a word us to vex. Sometimes translated by a large sized X. X is for a quantity unknown you see. Generally followed by an A, B or Z. Y is for Yells — so pcppv are they that our teams come victorious from the fray. Z is for Zeal — almost unknown that phrase — but later in life we’ll find that it pays. I. Pollock — How can I keep my feet from going to sleep? A. Meno — Don’t let them turn in. Miss Hartsig — What brought the Mayflower over? C. Holth — A boat. Ralph Tuer — Say Steve, have you any dry herring? A. Stevenson — No, 1 gave them all a drink. Mr. Anderson (in Advanced Accounting Class) — What are the duties of the receiver? R. Broth well — Turning the company into cash. V. Fitzgerald — I’ll never marry a man. R. Norris — What will you marry then? Rehearsing for “Every Child” : Miss Sibilla — Have you all practiced your parts since yesterday? M. Baer — Yes Miss Sibilla, I practiced love in the basement for a li.t ' i hour with Billy today. What it Marguerite Baer had a brother named Teddy? Wail of the Senior President The saddest words of tongue and pen Too many women and too few men. Have You Noticed? Let me stand where ’er I will, I see those crazy dolmans still, They hang around the corners — They “grace” the stores at night — Although you may like them, I think they are n fright. Miss Stevens — “Wayne, can you tell me what the term ‘Knight of Bath ' means ?” Wayne Frink — “Saturday night, usually.” At the Art Exhibit Said Cartlon Hill to Miss Hartsig bold — See here, Miss Hartsig mv cocoa’s cold. She scornfully answered “I can’t help that If the blame thing’s chilly put on your hat. R. Simms — When I don’t go out in company I am so blue and when I do 1 get so red because I’m so green. M. Hamlin — “Are your salted peanuts fresh?” A. Stevenson — “No, they are salted.” Miss Hovey (to English 4 Student) — “Lenore, please tell me wha Tennyson looked like.” Student — “He was a very tall man, but he was of a shrinking disposi- tion.” M. Baer — “I had a dream last night and dreamt I went to Heaven.” B. McCracken — “Did you see me there?” M. Baer — “Yes, that’s why I thought it was a dream.” Ma — “No, she will not become engaged until she is twenty.” Pa — “But, my dear woman, she may not get the chance when she is twenty.” Ma — “Well, then she will remain twenty until she does.” After all, the biggest peace problem is to make life in America worth the prices being charged for it. Miss Stevens — “What were the Belgians suffering about during the World War?” Bright Pupil — “For want of hunger.” France S Moore Margare T Akers Ruth St U rmer Doris D eal Mari E Maurer Isabel A N nas Ger T rude Hall I S abel MacLaren Why 1. Why have Juniors the big head? 2. Why does Margaret Akers like a King Eight? 3. Why “lie” likes Dorothy Sarjeant’s poetry? 4. Why is Madeline McCowan so interested in Kindergarten work? 5. Why does Miss Northrup admire the words, “trace,” “discuss” and “development ?” WOULDN’T YOU BE SURPRISED IF YOU SAW: Fred Adams in the hall. Verna Fitzgerald without a smile. Madeline McGowan get angry. Ted Jenks agreeing with the rest of the class on any subject. Irvin Pollock when he wasn’t talking to Gertrude Gleason. William McCracken insisting that he was right. Frances Smith with nothing to say. Esther Ream when she was not as neat as a pin. Margaret Akers reading a note. Allan Minnie experimenting in Chemistry. LeVange Kimball when she wasn ' t powdering her nose. WHO’D THUNK IT: Studious — Paul St. Dennis. Jealous — Margaret Akers. Contented — Harry Ross. Smiling — Curtis Chalcraft. Flunking — Frances Moore. Studying — Elizabeth Brown. Cranky — Albert Hogan. Scouling — Nan Marsden. Bashful — Ruth Sturmer. Fussing — Ruth Evans. Athlete — Allan Minnie. Talking — Leonore Clink. Snippy — Lucille King. Angry — Alice West. Flirting — Marion Stewart. Painting (her face) — Ruth Kennedy. Spiteful — Blanch Warren. Brave — Albert Dixon. Jumping Jack Teddy Bear French Doll Giraffe Flying Dutchman Talking Machine. Tin Horn Soap Bubble Pipe Dancing Dolls. . . . Kewpie Cilliken Pussy Cat Toy Piano Picture Books. . . . Marjorie Browne Margarete Baer Millecent Webster Albert Hogan Cora Schnackenburg Harwood Fenner Carlton Hill Dan Watts Ruth Sturmer — Margaret Akers Bonnie Barret Helen Jenks Allen Minnie Russel Simms Doris Deal and B. M. ' cTJX. nTTrm n i n 1 1 1 u 1 1 1 rrmr mnminimmnr A gift to please those you would favor With a marl of your personal esteem--- YOUR PORTRAIT. Nothing could be more appropriate Biddlecomb Photo Studio United States Savings Bank Building Studio Phone 532 Residence Phone 1329 Tal e Knox Elevator to Third Floor SPECIALIZING IN HIGH CLASS PUBLICATIONS JOHN A. MAURER, Genera 1 Manager mtuuii ' uxmmnmuiiuuiiiiai nunrcnnmrmnn omit. Iimnia nmi il imnrnin ninmriiGj . niirmniiimmnmiTnmi.TinniTimmimimnfnmnni miHiini TTTTimfTTTTTTmTTrninnpTT PORT HURON TIMES-HERALD ONE OF PORT HURON’S MOST PROGRESSIVE INSTITUTIONS Everybody Reads THE TIMES HERALD Cant Page Leased W ire Associated Press Facil ities Aggressive Local and District News Gathering Force Metropolitan Equipment The Best Advertising Medium in Eastern Michigan Our Classified Pages Bring Results t THE PORT HURON TIMES-HERALD E. J. OTTA¥AY, President I. A. ' WEIL. Editor H. H. WOODWARD CASH MEAT MARKET FRESH Am SALT MEATS POULTRY AND OYSTERS IN SEASON PHONE 1605 2323 GRATIOT AVE. — THE— HAYNES LUMBER CO. YARD AT INTERSECTION OF TENTH AND GLENWOOD AVENUES AND RIVER STREET OFFICE, 713 RIVER STREET— PHONE 164 GOOD GRADES OF WELL SEASONED STOCK OF ALL KINDS Office Hours: 8 A.M. To 5:30 P.M. Room 36 White Block Mrs. Jessie H. Martin HAIR DRESSING AND CHIROPODY BEAUTY SHOP Phone 448-W Opposite Post Office STUDENTS This Is Y our Invitation You realize when you stop to think seriously for a moment that your chance of doing better than the average person does in the world depends wholly upon the preparation that you make for the doing of some one thing in a superior way. When you leave HIGH SCHOOL we cordially invite you to attend our school for the purpose of making this preparation. A complete business course in from five to seven months. GOOD POSITIONS AWAIT ALL OUR GRADUATES mimi nmmunnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiimiiiiiiMminiiiinii ' .iuiiiiiiiiTTr THERE’LL BE NO REGRETS- PROVIDING VOIR NEW PIANO IS EITHER A STEIN WAY, KNABE, VOSE, SOHMER OR GRINNELL PIANO FORTE GRINNELL BROS. 223 HURON AVENUE ULLENBRUCH THE PRETTY ONES COME FROM ULLENBRUCH GET HER FLOWERS FOR THE HOP FROM THE ONLY STORE Military Street Phone 965-W COMPLIMENTS -OF- HESS ORCHESTRA PORT HURON, MICH. PHONE 1849-R H. ADAMS Agency For WHITMAN ' S CHOCOLATES A. L. MINNIE MEAT MARKET FRESH AND SALT MEATS THOMAS COOKE Maker of HIGH STANDARD PICTURE FRAMES and FINE ART GOODS 1021 Military Street Port Huron, Mich. WOLFSTYN COMPANY MEN’S FURNISHINGS, HATS and CAPS FINE CLOTHING 317 Huron Avenue New Gas Building GEORGE D. MacCOMB VOICE AND PIANO Summer Term , July 1st — August 1 5th Studio , Yokom Building Phone 1691-W Residence 2314-J Leaders in Service and Quality FOR GRADUATION DAY DAINTY WHITE PUMPS and OXFORDS IN THE NEW EST COLONIAL PATTERNS WE HAVE THEM IN BOTH KID AND LINEN CO-OPERATIVE SHOE COMPANY 511 Water Street R. C. FORMAN , General Manager ATTENTION GIVEN TO SPECIAL PARTIES Rodney Tea Room 8:30 A. M. to 7:00 P. M. BREAKFASTS, LUNCHEONS and AFTERNOON TEAS Phone 2094 233 Huron Ave. R. B. KERSUL TAILOR SUITS MADE TO MEASURE CLEANING, PRESSING and ALTERING 316 R Quay St. We Call For and Deliver You Know the Place The Big Store on the Corner KNOX DRY GOODS COMPANY SMITH BROS. CHAIN STORES Headquarters for Fresh Fruits and Vegetables. You will find all Pure Foods at Our Stores We guarantee satisfaction on all goods MORE FOR LESS MONEY Victrolas Records New Edison Diamond Disc Phonographs JOHN J. BELL PIANOS AND PLAYER PIANOS EVERYTHING IN MUSIC Phone 486-J 106 Huron Avenue Port Huron, Mich. The House of HENSON EVERYTHING FOR MEN 220 Huron Ave Phone 420 m niii:minimmi:!!ninimmr OVERLAND CADILLAC We cordially invite you to inspect our complete line of open and closed cars. Satisfaction guaranteed. Arrange for demonstration. Paige Sales Company Phone 2223 507-509 Huron Avenue WILLYS-KNIGHT NASH S. H. N. G. MOORE SCRANTON ANTHRACITE SOFT COAL OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS SOLVAY COKE, ALL SIZES DRY, HARD AND SOFT WOOD OUR RECORD IS CLEAN— SO IS OUR COAL 312 Court Street Phone 479 M O AK MACHINE TOOL CO. SPECIALISTS Cutting Gears Making Automobile Shafts and Pinions Sheet Metal Work Any Kind of Machine Work Phone 890 PORT HURON, MICHIGAN -■■A FOOD FOR THOUGHT— CARLISLES ICE CREAM SUPREME HAS NO EQUAL THE HOWARD -HAYM AN FURNITURE CO. FURNITURE, CARPETS. RUGS, LINOLEUMS, PHONOGRAPHS, STOVES Baer Block Telephone 130 VOGUE HATS The Distinctive Hat — The Distinctive Name — Quality Fame MIDSUMMER SHOWING Surpassing in Scope and Design any Previous Display VOGUE HAT SHOPPE 330 Huron Avenue Port Huron , Mich . ALL THE YEAR ROUND YOU CAN GET GOOD GOODS IN LATEST STYLES AND PRICES AT C. W. MOSHER’S G. T., P. M. D. B. C. W. R. R. Watch Inspector The Store of Character NEW SUMMER NOVELTIES IN VEST EES, NECKWEAR AND BEADS FASHIONABLE VESTEES THE NEW IN NECKW EAR In Organdie and Brocaded Handsome Fresh Arrivals Designs. Now all the Vogue in the Latest Shades and Colors These Neck Beads Are Quite the Thing Just Now Come in Jade , Amber , Rose and Pearl Fine Dry Goods E1CHHORN HOGAN 514 Water Street Mary Elliott Hat Shop Jeweler and Optometrist 307 Huron Avenue Across from Smith Bros . Why a HOT SPOT Chalmers Is Well Nigh Trouble Proof Most troubles in a ear come from faulty lubrication. An authority remark- ed the other day that 75% of all troubles could be traced to this cause. A former professor at Yale said: “Give a car plenty of lubrication and it will take care of itself.” Now, here’s how the Hot Spot Chalmers happens to be free of lubrication ailments. Hot Spot “heats up” the raw gas, “turns it into a vapor cloud,” so that when the ingenious Ram’s-horn has passed it on to the cylinders it’s finely pre- pared for combustion. No raw gas runs down past the pistons into the crank case to thin out the lubricating oil. In engines of the old type — those without Hot Spot and Ram’s-horn — raw gas has caused endless trouble: — burned bearings that cost a great deal to replace; — excessive vibration that develops countless rattles; — engine knocks that are often taken for carbon knocks; — overheated engines. Such things you rarely experience in a Chalmers and then only through extreme personal carelessness. See the modern engine in the modern car — the Hot Spot Chalmers, one of the few r great cars of the world. BERT B. HYDE, 514-516 Broad Street A SERVICE ORGANIZATION SERVING THE ENTIRE COMMUNITY AN UNSELFISH CHRISTIAN EFFORT ON THE PART OF YOUNG MEN TO HELP THEMSELVES, AND OTHERS DEVELOP ALL FIVE SIDES OF THEIR LIVES. NEW SUCCESS Of any retail institution must be built on good will Good will rests on reputable merchandise at a fair price. Unless its goods are right and rightly priced no store can really be suc- cessful. GOOD MERCHANDISE IS GOOD WILL INSURANCE As the insurance man would say “we are well covered.” COCHRANE DRY GOODS CO. H. E. RUNNELS SON JEWELERS Headquarters for DIAMONDS, WATCHES AND JEWELRY No Man Is Better Than His Shoes And No Store Has Better Shoes try us GRAY SON 518 Water Street Port Huron , Mich. IE IT’S ELECTRICAL WE HA VE IT D. . Stepenson Electric Co. ::nnun Commencement Week Calls for New Clothes —AND FELLOWS, WE RE READY FOR YOU IF THERE’E ONE TIME IN HIS WHOLE LIFE WHEN A CHAP LIKES TO LOOK HIS “BEST,” IT’S THE CLOSE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR. WE HAVE PREPARED FOR THE RUSH FOR NEW TOGS, WITH THE NIFTIEST ASSORTMENT OF CLOTHES THAT WE COULD FIND IN ALL NEW YORK. IF YOU DRESS UP HERE YOU WILL BE STRICTLY IN IT. For The June “Hop” YOU WANT TO SEE THESE NEW SEAM LINE ARRIVALS. JUST FROM THE TAILORS. SILK LINED AND THE SNAPPY NEW COLORS AND FABRICS. AND DON ' T GO HALF WAY— BUT MAKE THE OCCASION A GOOD ONE— THESE BEAUTIFUL SILK SHIRTS AND TIES WILL TOP OFF THE NEW ' SUIT WITH DISTINCTION THE STORE THAT SELLS SUITS FROM S15 TO $40 G. L. Clothes Shop 221 Huron Avenue “ Quality Clothes for Less Money 99 HERMAN J. HILL —DENTIST— Phone , Office 1888 1025 Military Street Residence 1397-R CENTRAL DRUG STORE PRESCRIPTIONS FILLED -Ry- REGISTERED PHARMACISTS DR. L. A. WESTON —DENTIST— Phone 118 Yokom Building Opp- Harrington Hotel HARRY E. MYRON ROSS T. GETTY — DEIST I STS — 6 ' j 3 Meisel Building Phone 1020-J r “The Reliable Store ” From The Ballentine Dry Goods Co. Comes High Grade Hose in Silk and Lisle Kid and Silk Gloves , Underwear in Silk and Lisle Fine Handkerchiefs. Ribbons , Dress Fabrics , and Ladies 9 and Misses Ready-to-Wear Lines The Ballentine Dry Goods Co. We Sell McC.all Patterns The Store That Sells Wooltex No Home Complete Without Gas for Cooking Electricity for Lighting BEN J. CRAHAN, Manager PORT HURON GAS ELECTRIC CO. Goldman Brothers — Dealers in— SHIP CHANDLERY PAPER , RAGS , RUBBER A1SD METAL Phone 423 Port Huron, Michigan 499 Grand River Ave. COMPLIMENTS OF BRICKER HURON AVENUE J. E. MILLER SON ' ? ' v WE SELL NOTHING BUT COAL ' s ' } ' Therefore We Can Give You SERVICE Phenes 380 Mrs. J. E. Fellows, Mgr. I. E. McCollom Company COAL, WOOD AND COKE 578 QUAY STREET PHONE 225 Acer’s Grocery LAPEER AVENUE HAVEY CO. — Dealers in — CHOICE GROCERIES AND MEATS THE BEST QUALITY OF POULTRY MICHIGAN BEEF A SPECIALTY GOODS PROMPTLY DELIVERED Telephone No. 193 628 Water Street GRADUATION GIFTS FOllNTAIN PENS KODAK ALBUM TOURISTS’ WRITING CASES PORTFOLIOS (SILVER) EVER SHARP PENCILS SCHOOL DAY MEMORY BOOKS WALLACE NUTTING PICTURES TENNIS SETS DAVID MacTAGGART CO. liill n tiii ifiTiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiri iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iii mii i r i i ii i iiiiiii i iirii niiii iiiiiim i ' jf f( jjm ii ii iiriiiiiri)iiir fi i i iiiiiiiiiTnriiii i iii f iiiiTirTTniiiit i iiiiiiii rM i M iiiiiiiiiiiir n iiiTTTTTf HIGER’S PORT HURON ' S BIG STORE In this store you will always find the very best quality of READY-TO-WEAR for each season of the year, in styles that will please the most critical shopper. F OSTER A M O U S OOTWEAR NONE BETTER • • • • • • • • • • • • PORT HURON Meet Me at Sylvester’s Fountain 203 HURON AVENUE Wagenseil Brothers MEN’S FURNISHINGS AND HATS of the Better Quality and Correct Styles SUITS TO MEASURE AND GUARANTEED E. W. VOIGT, President E. W. KIEFER, 1st Vice-President E. A. HAYNES, 2nd Vice-President CARL RUNNING, Treasurer J. P. DURAND, Secretary and Ass’t Treasurer PORT HURON SULPHITE PAPER COMPANY PORT HURON, MICHIGAN Manufacturers MITSCHERLICH SULPHITE And MACHINE GLAZED PAPERS 1888-1919 FRED GARDNER GILL PRIMEAU Avenue Barber Shop FOUR CHAIRS 303 HURON AVENUE 2nd Door North Grand River Avenue C. HERRON D. H. EAGLING Central Barber Shop 229 HURON AVENUE PHONE 716-M For Everything in Pure Drugs —GO TO— Bert Mills 809 Seventh Street Phone 456 FRANK TRF.I F.AVF.N Wholesale and Retail COAL. COKE, WOOD AND CHARCOAL Quality Counts We have everything that is generally kept in a first class coal yard 1734 Stone Street Phone No. 901 Port Huron, Mich. .i iiiiii ;7 iiiiiiii ' iiiiU ii ii ii i i Miiin iii M iiiii iiii i Mniiwi i Miir TTi n rmii Mi iT i i n Tr m: r ii i i ii iii i ii nmmnii iiiiiiii l i mi IUllllllUiLLiiiiii i i M iiiiiiiiiiiii ni i n i i iiiiiiiiiutiltiiiiniltilUUiiiiiUm i. -: A. CRAWFORD BUILDING MATERIAL WH OLESALE AND RETAIL — Manufacturers of ZAGELMEYER CAST STONE BLOCKS AND SPECIAL CEMENT 1702-20 Stone Street Phone 1452-F1 BEFORE YOU BUILD Come in and talk the matter over with us. We will give you real practical help and suggestions that will make the work less expensive for you. WHEN YOU BUILD Don’t overlook the fact that you can get ALL your LUMBER and other building material from us at the lowest prices. PROMPT SERVICE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED COME AND SEE US KERR LUMBER COMPANY Port Huron, Michigan Corner Stone and Whipple Streets Office Phone 226 COLLVER CO. Have moved from 2402 Connor Street to 2428 CONNOR STREET Where you will always find a full and complete line of STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES Phone 539-F2 WILLIAM O. LEE — Seller of — Eats and Household Necessities CANNED GOODS, VEGETABLES, FRUITS, CEREALS NOTIONS, CROCKERY, GLASSWARE, KITCHEN WARE GOODS DELIVERED Telephone 203 South Park, Port Huron, Mich. 2408 Connor Street ASA W. McNINCH DIRECTOR OF FUNERALS Phone 141 934 Sixth Street Spaulding Spaulding — Retailers of — LADIES’, MISSES’ and JUNIORS READY-TO-WEAR EXCLUSIVELY 906 MILITARY STREET PHONE 1353 Phone 428 Residence Phone 1796-M Fred G. Rauser JOB PRINTING Phone 249- W 101 Huron Avenue 1115 Military Street Port Huron Ladies ’ Wrist Watches Gents’ Watches SEE US FOR RINGS, JEWELRY, PEARL BEADS AND 1817 ROGERS’ SILVERWARE. WATCH, CLOCK AND JEWELRY REPAIRING. 619 Water Street HOFFMANN ' S Phone 1039 THE DISTINCTIVE STYLE CREATIONS in Footwear demanded by the young- er man or woman can always be found at Fenner Ballentine Corner Huron and Quay Phone 84 Phone 1984 BOYCE HARDWARE CO. HARDWARE ..tttfid.n HOUSEKEEPERS’ SUPPLIES ips nrcj ) m i i mumii J. C. PENNEY CO., A NA TION WIDE INSTITUTION THE STORE WITH THE YELLOW FRONT Outfitters to Men , Women and Children A COMPLETE LINE OF KuppenheimerClothes STYLISH AND UP-TO-DATE —ALSO— PECK’S CLOTHES FOR CHILDREN and FLANNEL TROUSERS FOR DRESS UP OCCASIONS —AT— The Jacobi-BoWen Co. R. W. Spike Furniture Co. — Headquarters — FURNITURE, STOVES, RANGES and HOUSE FURNISHING GOODS RUGS A SPECIALTY CURTAINS AND WINDOW SHADES Telephone 522 317-319 Grand River Ave. WARM WEATHER REMINDS YOU OF REFRIGERATORS, HAMMOCKS PORCH SWINGS, GARDEN TOOLS, WINDOW SCREENS, ETC. See Charles A. Stunner, Military Street Hardware for anything in this line for the best prices Chas. A. Sturmer ow is the time to paint that house, a a very low cost. See my prices and compare Riverside Printing Company OFFICE FURNITURE AND SUPPLIES PRINTERS, STATIONERS AND BLANK BOOK MANUFACTURERS Hrtlst6 Phot0-€(ngrawrs Besides being the largest organization in the country specializing on Quality College Illustrations , handling over 300 annuals every year, including this one, we are general artists and engravers. Our Large Art Departments create designs and distinctive illustrations, make accurate mechanical wash drawings and birdseye views, retouch photographs, and specialize on advertising and catalog illustrations. Our photographic department is unusually expert on outside work and on machinery, jewelry and general merchandise. We reproduce all kinds of copy in Halftone, Zinc Etching, Ben Day and Three or Four Color Process; in fact, make every kind of original printing plate ; also Electrotypes and Nickeltypes by wax or lead mold process. At your service — Any time — Anywhere — for Anything in Art, Photography and Photoengraving. Jahn Ollier Engraving Gb. 554 WEST ADAMS STREET CHICAGO PORI HURON ENGINE ANO THRESHER COMPANY PORT HURON, MICH. South Park IN CONTINUOUS BUSINESS SINCE 1851 Sixty-Eight Consecutive Years Manufacturing FARM, POWER ROAD MAKING MACHINERY COME AND SEE US Port Huron Farm Tractor — 12-25 H. P. — The Latest Addition to Our Line Butter and Ed6s at- Philpott ' s mrSfot g IE nn.iHiimna CHOICE CUT FLOWERS CORSAGE AND ARM BOUQUETS McElroy’s SHOES FOR ALL OCCASIONS 323 Huron Avenue i Phones: Floral Store 608; Res . 841-W; .Lakeside Greenhouses 257 J . Monito Hosiery G. B. Stock Xylite Grease and Oil Co. AUTOMOBILE OILS AM) TRANSMISSION GREASES CLP GREASES Plumes 1545 — 572 A.. J. SteWart Our Motto: “ Best Goods For Least North End Pharmacy Money ” PURE DRUGS and MEDICINES GOOD STRONG SCHOOL SHOES — At — Physician s Prescriptions Carefully Ruhensteins Prepared BARGAIN STORE Phone 927-2 Gorner of Gratiot Avenue and iiiiniihiiiiiimu� iiiiiiiiiiinHiiiiiiiiiiimnmnmTTTmniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMi ' iniiiiiiiiiii?rriiainmloyj Elmwood Street EVERYTHING FOR THE SPORTSMAN AND ATHLETE — At — H. T. UNGER ' S SPRINGER ROSE, The Home of HART, SCH4FFNER MARX CLOTHES 205 Huron A venue The J. A . Davidson Co. HENRY B. SI BILL A, Manager FURNITURE, CARPETS, RUGS, DRAPERIES, WALL PAPER, CHINA, LAMPS, LIBBEY CUT GLASS Port Huron, Mich. 905-907 Military Street HOT LUNCHES AT ANY TIME Extra fine ice cream and candy as well as all kinds of soft drinks at Brown’s Candy Store THE PLACE WHERE YOU RECEIVE PROMPT SERVICE THE SHOE STORE OF SERVICE Mann SC Johnson 921 MILITARY STREET FOR REAL, UP-TO-DATE TONSORIAL WORK §00 H. P. MASTERSON Opposite Hotel Harrington Four Barbers — No Delays BEST UP-TO-DATE SHOP IN THE CITY George A. Shields Good Things to Eat TWO PHONES 60 and 194 Novelties Cards jHary ,7Janc XLca atti OHft -Sduipyc NOON DAY LUNCHES A SPECIALTY AFTERNOON TEAS Third Floor Knox Building i tuTtm yt ntrirminumnnninii uniiin.TTtrrrarnniiiiiridaniniiiri Autographs Autographs Are You Helping? “NATURE GIVES CITIES OPPORTUNITIES, BUT THE ENERGY AND INTELLIGENCE OF MEN MAKE THEM GREAT. Join The p Chamber of Commerce Build a Greater Port Huron! pin ' r ij, T i iiniTin i nnffi?Ti|un.«ini inn: i n nnpr ttT ' T.vY. ' j t m n :p ‘ t - WMimi WHOLESALE ui nariLitoHs ight House and Red Cap Food Products LIGHT HOUSE and REDCAP TEAS HAVE YOU TRIED PATHFINDER and LIGHTHOUSE COFFEE PORT HURON BRANCH