Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

Text from Pages 1 - 92 of the 1913 volume:

THE BLUE AND GOLD ISSUED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF PRESCOTT HIGH SCHOOL I Q I 3 To Jrank ®art Whose Cordial Interest in the Welfare and Goodfellowship of all his Students has reared for him An Eternal Place in their Hearts, We Dedicate with all friendship “The Blue and Gold,” 1913. Mm mb (Intfi Vol. II. Prescott, Arizona, June, 1913. No. I. EDITORIAL STAFF. James Farley... Harold Howard George Merritt. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. . .. Editor-in-Chief ..Assistant Editor Business Manager Ina Riebeling.......................................Society Edward Zeigler .........................................Art Albert Crawford ...................................Football Roy Richards..........................................Jokes Eftilnrtal tfftTTH this number, which is the first attempt of its kind 111 l)-v ie Present staff, the “Blue and Gold” greets its ever loyal and expectant friends. The compiling of this edition fell to the lot of the Senior Class. How far we have succeeded we will leave to the opinions of our readers. We believe that we have made a success of it, and we hope that you are of the same opinion. 'This year has been a banner one in the history of the Prescott High School. The enrollment has been far in ad- vance of former years, and the standing of the various classes has reached a higher standard. School spirit has been in evidence at all times in various forms. Our football team has proved itself on a par with the best teams in the entire State, and one in which we all take pride. There has been a general reviving of clubs and other organizations, while the socials functions have been numerous and well en- joyed. 'I'he Prescott High School has her name emblazoned higher in the estimation of her many sister schools. It is the desire of the staff in closing, to thank sincerely all those who have contributed their efforts toward making this number of the “Blue and Gold a success. W e wish in particular to thank Mr. Hart and Miss Hurley, whose con- tributions and indispensable services have aided in a great measure in putting this publication in the exalted position that it holds among High School annuals. Special thanks are also due to those students who have contributed material. 3 ®o ©ur (CitijPUH ETHER or not the Prescott High School is doing HI ier duty ie community she serves, must be judged from the fruit of her efforts. The first class to grad- uate from this school received their diplomas in nineteen- hundred-and-five. They were four in number. The size of the graduating classes has steadily increased from year to year reaching a maximum with the present class of nineteen- hundred-and-thirteen, with fifteen members. The record of graduates dating from the first, to the last class to graduate (1912) shows a total of sixty-one alumni. Of the sixty-one students who have gone out bearing certification of having completed the required four years of work, seventy-eight and eight-tenths per cent have entered institutions of higher education or training. The entire graduating class of this year are making definite plans to continue their education ; ten are expecting to go to a university, two to a normal school and three to a special training school. These facts alone place us in a class by ourselves and give us the distinction of being the foremost academic school in the State. Our students are scattered from West Point to Stanford and the records that they have made for themselves have established the credit of our school beyond question or doubt. The mid-year report of our boys in Stanford this year makes special mention of the fact that they are three of the best students in the freshman class. Many reports from other quarters are no less satisfying and none are bad. We are indeed proud of those who have gone out from us as graduates and of the standing and credit that they have established for us, but we are no less proud of the spirit of enthusiasm and loyalty that exists within the body of stu- dents that constitutes the Prescott High School of today, to whom we shall look for still more worthy achievements. F. W. HART. 4 FRANK H. HART, Science and Mathematics. MISS ELLEN CLEMENS, MISS EDITH B. HURLEY, Business and Science. English and Language. MR. W. D. BAKER, Latin. MISS ALICE D. ADAMS, MR. GLENN W. PEARSONS, Language and History. Mathematics and History. 5 S’niinr hotua atili (jjhtatafums ALBERT M. CRAWFORD. Riverside, Cal., Decemberl6, 1894. If I gazed a thousand years, I could no deeper love.” DONALD M. BURMISTER. Prescott, Arizona, March 4, 1895. “Could praise, esteem, approve, But understood not what it was to love.” INA JEANETTE RIEBEL1NG. Phoenix, Arizona, October 2, 1895. “A sweetness above all perfumes.” JAMES V. FARLEY. Prescott, Arizona, January 12, 1894. Ill fated race. How deeply must they rue, Their cnly crime, vicinity to you.” C. HAROLD HOWARD. Ashland, Ore., December 29, 1892. “Magnificent spectacle of human happiness.” 6 S’fttuir protoa aui) (ipuntatimts peter j. McNulty Trinidad, Colo., October 29, 1893. “1 never mean to wed.” WILLIAM W. LLOYD Pendleton, Oregon, May 19, 1894. Then for his voice, there’s none dis- putes. That he’s the nightingale of brutes.” MARIAM BEULAH DOUDNA Eureka, Utah, June 7, 1894. “Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun! Who relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun.” CHARLES W. McLANE. San Francisco, Cal., Oct. 29, 1894. “I’m always in haste, but never in a hurry.” ANDREW TROUTZ. Prescott, Arizona, Jan. 20, 1893. “1 have not loved the world, nor the world me.” 7 Senior ptnfns auh (fhmfatuHts EDWARD VV. ZEIGLER. Bland, New Mexico, April 14, 1894. “He’d undertake to prove by force Of argument, a man’s no horse.” CLARA GRACE GILLESPIE. Monroe Ohio, July 9, 1895. Oh, welcome guest, though unex- pected here.” ROY L. RICHARDS. Jasper, Tennessee, Dec. 9, 1893. Lis true that he is not inclined To fondness to the female kind.” MABEL PHYLLIS STEPHENS. Camp Verde, Ariz., April 29, 1895. “The mildest manners. The gentlest heart.” GEORGE N. MERRITT. Florence, Arizona, June 19, 1893. “First in the fight and every dareful deed.” 8 TT? HAT “Virtue is its Own Reward’’ is further exemplified by the high respect and admiration with which the Class of 1913 is held by our present teachers and school- mates, as well as by classes that have gone before. Natur- ally, the graduating class is supposed to embody those qualities which time has set as a standard, and of the Class of 1913 it can be said that they set a newer and higher mark for the coming classes, from their entrance to High School. This class has enjoyed a reputation second to none, but with their coming into Seniorship, they have brought out hitherto dormant qualities in a dazzling display of intellectual, physical and social ability. Glance for a moment at the class averages for the year. Note the Senior Class leading all other classes by a large margin. More students on the “A” list than all the other classes combined. Quite an envious record. In the athletic field the Class of 1913 again brought dis- tinction upon itself, furnishing, as it did, five members of the best football aggregation ever produced by the Prescott High School. The deeds of these five men are recorded else- where, so individual mention need not be given here. And can you remember a more enjoyable affair than the Senior dance? No, for it was one of the most enjoyable functions of the entire season, carried out. of course, by the energy and force that is characteristic of the Class of '13. With such a record behind them, it is to be expected that the class, no longer as a class, but individually, will carry themselves in a manner to still further reflect credit on theii organization, and leave, in addition to their notable school career a path which may creditably be followed by others. Another thing this year is the absence of class feeling between the Seniors and the other classes. With all due regard to the other classes, it can still be said that this lack of feeling is due in a great measure to the attitude of the Seniors towards the lower classmen, overlooking and mag- nanimously forgiving, as they did, the excesses of those who have not yet reached the age of discretion. 9 C. H. H„ T3. Cast Hill anil Qteetamrnt KNOW YE ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS, THAT WE, the Seniors of 1913. being duly ascribed as men- tally sound and of good health, do hereby bequeath our worldly and otherwise, goods as hereinafter prescribed: Donald Burmister, his parting regrets to the School. Albert Crawford, two As and two A plusses to John Davis, for future use. Mariam Doudna, her flirting accomplishments to Jean Elliott. James Farley, his membership to the Ananias Club to Alma Cousins. Harold Howard, three years of growth to Millie Marks. George Merritt, his only pair of socks to Don Bell. Peter McNulty had nothing to will. The teachers took advantage of his good nature and appropriated everything that he possessed before he got out of school. Charles McLane, his bluffs to the gardener, to keep the lawns in condition. Ina Riebeling, her latest volume, “Love Letters of a Senior,” to the school library. Roy Richards, his “Bulbul” trousers to the general use of the school. Mabel Stephens, her amiability to Howard Morrow. Andy Troutz, his blush to Harvey Carter. Ed Zeigler, his political aspirations to Jim Stortz. William Lloyd, his gift of gab to some needy Freshman. Grace Gillespie, her powder rag to Florence Duncan. Done this 1st day of June, 1913. SENIOR CLASS OF THE PRESCOTT HIGH SCHOOL. 10 dentur Class paij “THE UM1TY DORUMS.” ELKS’ OPERA HOUSE, June 5, 1913. Under the direction of Mrs. F. W. Hart. CAST. Edward Seymour. Captain of the College Ball Team.... .................................... Harold Howard Archie Stanley, his chum.................Donald Burmister Walter Addison, an adventurer.............Charles Me Lane Colonel Seymour, Ed’s father.......................Albert Crawford Robert Owens, known to his intimates as “Fat”....... ......................................Howard Morrow Max Schultz, called Porky” because of the fact that he came from Cincinnati..................W illiam Lloyd Willis Hammond— Shorty” Little—but wait..Jimmie Farley Henry Stanley, Archie’s father. Professor at Elmwood College ................................Roy Richards Ike Donovan. “Idle Ike, a gentleman of leisure..... ..................................... Peter McNulty Per-cy-val Albert Bulger, the new pupil from Paw-Paw, Michigan .............................Harvey Carter Zeke Bowman, amateur actor and chore-boy at Mrs. Pilson’s .............................Edward Zeigler Madeline Morris, from Boston, an heiress. ... Ina Riebeling Grace Hanson, her chum from New York.........Evelyn Fox Nellie Seymour, Ed’s sister.......................Francis Howard Nancy Havermeyer, daughter of the Glucose King.... ..................................... Mabel Stephens Mrs. Horatio Pilson, landlady of the College Boarding House ................................Grace Gillespie Susie Watson, maid of all works at the boarding house. Not quite the Sis Hopkins she looks. . .Mariam Doudna SYNOPSIS. ACT I—The College Campus. ACT 11—Sitting-room in Mrs. Pilson’s boarding house. ACT III—Interior of the College Gymnasium. 11 JUNIOR CLASS Say! What? That’s what! What’s what? I hat's what they all say. What do they all say? Juniors. JF you were to enter the P. H. S. you would at once %be aware of a presence of power and genius. You would not he long in finding out the source of this, as the Juniors are not slow in asserting themselves. Since we entered High School, we have been looked upon with wonder. The other classes tried to treat us as Fresh- men. but they could not help feeling how very different we were from ordinary Freshmen. As Sophomores, we kept this reputation; while now as Juniors—our brilliancy fairly astounds all who look upon us. We began, even as Freshies, to show a marked theatrical talent. This has kept increasing and the majority of the principals of all the High School plays always come from the Class of '14. We also boast of a number of athletic sharks,” par- ticularly on the football field. As for “grinds”—well we do not need to “grind.” Seniors, do not be discouraged. Of course, we know that we cannot ever be equal to you ; you really have more sense than all the other classes together, and so we hate to see you go. 13 You Sophomores are hardly worth mentioning, but, if you will carefully follow in our footsteps and take our sage advice, we can see no reason why some day you might make a pretty good imitation of the present Junior class. And then that herd of staring, pigeon-toed youngsters, spread on the south side of the school-room : if there ever were real Freshmen, then you certainly are the ones! How- ever, you seem to have improved a little under the refining influences about you. e hope you will continue to do so each vear, until you finally become real Juniors. All the P. H. S., including ourselves, may look forward to one more happy year, as we return again. TRIALS OF “LOVE.” 1 used to have an appetite, Enjoyed a hearty meal, I'd go to bed and sleep all night, And, gee! how good I’d feel. Put now I hardly eat a bite, In bed I lay awake. Say, fellows, ain't it funny, what A change one girl will make? I used to go out with the boys, I liked a quiet smoke; We'd sit around the little club A-playing “scratch-nose poke.” But now the boys are in the lurch, My brain is in a whirl; I go each Sunday to the church, You see, I have a girl. Now, once I was an awful slouch, I never shined my shoes; 1 wore a collar streaked with dirt, And ties of various hues. t v Put all those days are over no y, . I worry till 1 ache. Say, ain't it awful funny, what A change one girl will make? 14 —BALDY. SOPHOMORE CLASS ephemeras a BAD beginning does not always imply a bad end.” Vk How true this is of the Sophomore Class. ’Tis true that we entered the High School with the repu- tation of being the “orneriest” class that the weather-beaten old building had ever seen. For long weary months we held this reputation, but this year, with no scruples whatever, we give it with all due honor, to the present Freshman Class. The Seniors, having four years’ of experience in High School naturally assume a dignified station, as models for the following classes. The Juniors are just on the verge of entering this Senior life, having served their term in the easy-going and irrespon- sible career as Second Classmen. Of the Freshmen, the least said the better. This leaves the Sophomores midway between all the other classes. We are generally thought of as not amount- ing to very much, but nevertheless, we maintain that loyal class spirit and unity which always attains a good end. In athletics you will find us represented with highest of honors. In society we always enjoy ourselves with the rest of the classes. In school work you will find us up to the highest standard(?), and in all theatrical performances we star. We hope to raise our already shining laurels to the high- est point of perfection, and, when we are finally Seniors, we will leave the High School with a record that will be hard to beat. 16 FRESHMEN CLASS J4 N September, 1912, there came trampling into the High ft School the largest class of Freshmen that the school had ever had enrolled before. After amusing themselves by gazing at their surround- ings, especially the Senior Class, in an awe-stricken manner for the greater part of the first two or three weeks, they finally, at the request of their teachers, settled down and by dint of a great deal of effort they, in a few cases, actually gave hints of being humanly intelligent. Many and amusing were the means that they used to prove themselves worthy of such an exalted position as Freshmen. Glancing down the various aisles we see the results of their efforts. Behold Davis. Pat his noble brow and note the slivers which your fingers pick up in the process. Hear the hollow reverberations set up by the emptiness of his cranium. See Harvey. Miss Harvey, the most lady-like boy in the entire school. Those dimples, most tantalizing. His only fault, he knows no evil. That girl with the affected air: that is Irene. A good student whose favorite pastime is teasing Harvey. Jack Miller, the President of the Class, comes next. Jack is a remnant of the Class of Fifteen. A small but evi- dent specimen. Here is Pauline Shaw. She is another very conspicuous member of the class. We know very few of her character- istics, for she, like her contemporary, Johnnie Robinson, has never, to our knowledge, closed her mouth and by so doing allowed any of her qualities to appear. 18 We have one who trifles with young men’s hearts, in the personage of Melita Meade. Her sister, Eleanor, is quite a contrast for she is a very studious little Freshie. Did you hear that seat squeak? Lonelva Stuart just sat down. Her favorite amusement is “goin’ walking with Pug.” That girl smiling is Mary Coleman. Her thoughts are far away from her studies. Howard Morrow, a Junior, is the victim. Hear those Dollars jingle? They are for sale at the enormously reduced price of ninety-eight cents. See Joe Andres if you are going to invest. See that hand-painted doll over there. It’s name is Florence. Do not touch it, ’twill fade. Those two tots, Edwin and Mason, are not lost. Their cradles are out in the hall. That bulge in Mason’s pocket is not an apple. It is his bottle. These and many others too numerous to relate comprise the main body of the Freshman Class. They have earned the name of being the greenest Freshies yet. To this class we give the following advice to aid them on their bright way through the remaining class of the High School: Yet here, Freshmen. Our advice to thee, And this same in thy memory seal. If thou hast one. Give thy superiors no lip, Nor on any important occasion be seen or heard. Those friends thou hast, though they be few, Grapple them to thy soul with lips unsealed ; Rut dull not thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged Junior. (Such as Morrow.) Beware of entrance to the Senior Row. But being in Bear it that the owners are adored by thee. Give each man thy eye. but few thy purse. (’Tis costly.) Take a Senior’s cussing but reserve thy answer. (’Tis prudent.) Friendly thy habits as a green-horn can be, But not expressed with familiarity. Meek, not loud. For the noise always proclaims the Freshie. And we, the Seniors, of best rank and station, Are most select as to our company. Neither a bachelor, nor a queener be. For a bachelor has brains. (Un-Freshmanlike) And as queeners you are still in infancy. This above all: to thy school be true. And it must follow, as Ernest does Martha, Thou canst not then be despised by any man. J. F., T3. 19 ITER ARY Hhere ilherp’0 a Hill ©liere’s a Hag DAN TAYLOR had just received his degree as an Elec- trical Engineer at the University of Arizona, and was now working at his father’s plant familiarizing him- self with the details of operation preparatory to taking the position of superintendent which it was his father's intention he should have on his graduation. Dan was a fine big fellow, broad-shouldered, a fine chin that bespoke determination, and grey eyes in which there always lurked a smile. He had done well at college and his father’s faith in him was unbounded. Mr. Taylor, Dan’s father, was the president and principal stockholder in the Southwestern Power Company which sup- plied power and light to the city of Roanoke. Arizona. He had come to the country in the early days and had seen his plant grow from a small one-engine affair to its present great size with its modern turbines and generators, and now an- other pleasing step in his progress was his son’s taking the important position of superintendent. The time set for Dan’s accession was at the end of August. Everything seemed to be settled, but even the best of plans miscarry. It all came about through the meddlings of that mischief-maker, Dan Cupid. While home on his Christmas vacation Dan made the acquaintance of Miss Marthina Sherman, daughter of the Hon. H. F. Sherman, United States Senator from Arizona, and in the few weeks of vacation a strong friendship sprang up be- tween them and on Dan’s return to School a correspondence was started that paved the way for a greater feeling when they met again at the beginning of summer. There were no objections on the part of Dan’s or the girl’s parents to the young folks going together, in fact it was rather encouraged, the parents little suspecting that their friendship had ripened into love. The future looked extremely bright to the lovers and Dan knowing his position with his father was secure was led to a proposal which met with a joyous and ready ac- ceptance by Marthina. Neither of them gave the least thot to any objections on the part of their parents and their con- sent was never asked until one night Dan resolved to tell his father. They were sitting in the library, Mr. Taylor read- ing his evening paper. Dan’s mind was in a whirl as to how he should broach the subject, and at last broke out with. “Say Dad,” Mr. Taylor grunted assent without looking up, “Marthina Sherman and I are going to be married as soon as I am superintendent.” Then Mr. Taylor woke up. “Mar- ried !” he thundered, married!” and gasped for breath, lack- ing words to express his horror at any such idea. “Yes,” said 21 Dan. “just as soon as you give me the job. I have already asked her. Well, boy, I gave you credit for more sense than that: you can't marry her, I tell you. If you do I won't give you the job, and knowing that the position was what Dan had banked on he thot he had scored on his son, and Dan realized, too, that he could not marry without the posi- tion. “Well, Dad, tell me why. “Why?” Mr. Taylor ex- claimed. “Why? Can't you see why? What have you got besides that job? S'posin' you get sick and didn’t have me, what then? Think of these things, boy.” Dan could see some argument in his father's words, but in the buoyancy of youth these were mere trifles, yet he knew, too, that he had better try and win his father around in some way or other. So, in- stead of answering, he left the room and went to tell his sweetheart bad news instead of the good he had planned on. As soon as he entered the door Marthina knew something was wrong and she challenged him with it. With a heavy heart Dan told her his father’s words, but this did not daunt the little girl. She had all the confidence in the world in Dan and when he looked into the big brown eyes he felt some of her confidence in himself. “But, Toots,” this was his pet name for Marthina. “what are we going to do?” he asked. “1 don’t know, Dan, she answered, “but you wait until to- morrow and see your father again and maybe he will have thot better.” “You don’t know father like I do,” Dan said with a sorry little smile, “but, we'll hope for the best.” Dan went away that night with renewed hope, determined to see his father again and persuade him that his course was proper. It was the next evening when Dan again brot the mat- ter up. Mr. Taylor rather expected it and was in a good humor and prepared to reason with his son. To Dan’s question of his still being opposed to the marriage, he said he was, and con- tinued. saying, “Dan. you are a good boy and I like your little girl, but it isn’t a business proposition for you to go into this thing without something more than a job. Mow about it, have you seen the Senator yet?” “Xo,” said Dan, “he won't be back from Washington till next week.” “Well, my boy. I’ll tell you what I'll do. You give up this proposition for awhile and go into the plant and work, and work well, and for every thousand dollars that you save I will give you two thousand in Power stock. When yon have fifteen thousand dollars T will give my free consent to your marriage. Your salary instead as T first said, will be three, so you can shorten the time. Take my advice, though, and don't try to hasten the time by speculating, it might make it longer.” and Mr. Taylor laughed. Dan knew two things; that this 22 proposition was final and that the whole idea was to delay his happiness. He rapidly figured that it would be at least three years before he would have fulfilled the conditions. Three years: the time appalled him. Three years when all his plans had been laid for three months. His heart sank ; he tried to look cheerful and as he left the room he said, “All right. Dad.” As he had promised the night before he now went to tell Marthina the ultimatum. She had such a way of seeing the bright side of things that whenever he felt badly he always went to her for consolation and unfailingly he got it. Tonight he hardly expected it, but in the face of all their dis- appointment, that she felt as much as he, she managed to cheer him up. “Well,” he said, “here’s the proposition: it will he three years before I will have enough, unless I have a rich uncle leave me about fifteen thousand dollars, and I can’t think of any right now.” “Well. Dan.” said Marthina. “why don’t you form a company and build a plant of your own?” and she laughed a little at her own suggestion. Dan smiled, too. He knew that it was an impossibility. Their conversa- tion turned to that subject closest to their hearts, that of their union and its unavoidable delay. As he left that night his sweetheart’s last words, “Don’t you worry, Dan, I am willing to wait for you,” and her little smile and the love in her big brown eyes told Dan more than words could express. It seemed to stir him to his very depths and he went home re- solved to fulfill his father's demands in other and quicker ways than merely saving his salary. Sleep did not come very soon, and as he lay there think- ing, the words of his sweetheart, “Build a power plant of your own,” came and went thru his brain. He wondered where he would get capital for any such proposition and then the idea behind the Wallingford stories came into his mind. Dan had read every one of these stories and longed to per- form some of these wonderful financial exploits himself, and now more than ever. He thot of every plan possible but without satisfaction, and finally resigned himself to sleep to dream he had formed a power company along Wallingford’s line and sold it to his father with immense profit to himself. The voice of his mother calling him to breakfast woke him out of this. The day was Sunday and feeling his disappointment he took his rifle, called to his collie and together they set out for a walk. Unconsciously their steps led them up the river. When they were a mile or so out of town Dan sat down on a rock to contemplate the scenery. Here was the Tug River, a stream of considerable size, coming out from between two 23 high hills and suddenly breaking out into a great plain. Roanoke was situated just at the point where the stream emerged from the mountains. As he sat there thinking, not so much of the scenery but of Marthina. her words of the night before again ran thru his mind and like a flash the thot “water power” came. He got up excitedly and whistling to the dog started on a fast walk up the river. He had not been up in this part of the country for several years and his recol- lections, tho hazy, yet brought to his mind the thot of a deep, narrow canyon, just after the meeting of the Tug River with its principal tributary. Clear Creek. The sight he beheld when he rounded a sudden turn made his heart leap. Here was a most ideal site for water power. Its very adaptability to the development of power made him fear that some one had been there before and he looked anxiously for some sign of a location notice, but he saw none. He had no means of estimating the power available, but from his visits to various hydro-electric plants he knew the possibilities were tremendous. He estimated that the capacity of a plant here would easily double that of his father’s and with the low cost of maintenance as compared with the steam plant in town, it was astounding. It was nearly noon when he finished his explorations and he hurried back home, answering his father’s query as to his whereabouts with “hunting.” Excited more than his wont, he called Marthina on the ’phone and asked to be excused that afternoon, but that he would se her in the evening, and ended by telling her that he couldn’t tell her why he wouldn’t be there. Immediately after lunch he hunted up his classmate, Albert Phillips, who had graduated the same year but in the law college, and found out from hi'm all about locating power sites. He found it necessary to post his notices and then re- ceive his grant from Congress. The Congressional part of it scared him somewhat, but remembering that Marthina’s father was expected home in a day or so and being on good terms with him he would ask for advice on that part of the proposition. The next morning Dan did not show up at the plant, and at noon asked his father for a few days off, giving as an excuse that he had some friends coming whom he wanted to show around. The consent was granted as Dan had worked faithfully all summer. That afternoon saw him with a surveyor staking off his damsite. The surveyor, too, was struck with the possibilities of the place and told Dan to hang onto it. The next afternoon Senator Sherman arrived and he had hardly gotten home when Dan came in excitedly, almost for- 24 getting to say, “How do you do,” in his hurry to put the mat- ter of the patent for the damsite before Mr. Sherman. The Senator readily took the matter up and promised him that he would put it right thru, that it wasn’t such a hard matter, and he would be returning to Washington about Friday. “So far so good,” thot Dan, and now the next thing was to set about devising means whereby he could sell the site and fulfill his father’s proposition. And right here came the Wallingford idea again. He would see Albert Phillips, his lawyer friend, and see about forming a company, “a la Wal- lingford,” and then sell out to his father. He grinned to him- self as he imagined how sold his Dad would feel, and then sobered somewhat as he thot of how much there was yet to do. The next day he and Albert got together in the latter’s offices and the young lawyer was tickled at the prospect of forming the company. He liked the high-finance idea and besides he wanted to see Dan get his heart’s desire. All the details for the forming of the company were arranged and all they lacked was the patent from Congress. The days seemed to drag. Dan had regained his spirits, and his father congratulated him on his sensible attitude. Dan only mum- bled his thanks. His hardest job was keeping his secret from Marthina. She came very nearly getting angry, but he pre- vailed on her to be a little patient, that perhaps he would have a surprise for her before long. So she remained satis- fied ; something told her that Dan would have a great surprise, although she little suspected its real nature. On Monday morning of the next week Dan received a letter from Senator Sherman enclosing the title to his site and also word that if Dan needed any further help just to say so. After the seeming delay to their marriage nothing had been said to the Senator about it, so he was ignorant of how he was furthering the boy’s interests altho there would probably have been no hesitation on his part. With his title to his site in his possession Dan and Al- bert got together in earnest in the formation of the Tug River Power and Development Company with a list of stockholders gotten out of a popular magazine. Albert was a live member and he played the publicity part strongly. The painter was called in and the imposing title “Tug River Power and De- velopment Co.” was added to Albert’s door. He even went further and secured a franchise from the city for the privi- lege of stringing wires for power and light thru the city. Upon securing this, with Albert’s help, the newspapers started in to make a great ado about the new power company. Great headlines appeared in the papers heralding the birth of the 25 new company and the consequent development of the coun- try’s resources. They dilated on the fact that the lower rates for electricity woidd bring it within the reach of all and that hitherto dormant industries would spring into life. When the news of the securing of a franchise from the city reached Mr. Taylor he sat up and took notice. His at- tempt to reach the damsite with his car was without success and he did the greater part of the journey on foot. He very nearly took his son by surprise, coming onto him as he was working with the surveyors. With a hasty “Keep mum,” he dodged into the brush and stayed there until his father re- turned to the city. That evening the subject was brought up and Mr. Taylor said they had a great thing and that the only hope for his company was to form some sort of working agreement with the new company as competition was out of the question on account of the little expense of producing power by water as compared to steam. Dan said very little besides that he thot it would be good policy for Mr. Taylor to see the representative of The Tug River Power Company before they had things too far settled, believing a better bargain could be secured now than later on. Following his son's advice, which was his own mind on the subject, Mr. Taylor went next morning to the oiffices of the Tug River Power Company and entering found Mr. Albert Phillips apparently the busiest man in the world, lie finished writing a note and then whirled around to see who his caller might be. Mr. Taylor introduced himself and continued, “I understand you are representing the Tug River Power Com- pany.” “Yes, sir, answered Albert, “I am their representative at present: is there anything I can do for you?” Mr. Taylor then came to the business at hand with an inquiry as to what plans the company had as to entering the field, and also as to what manner the two companies could combine, stating at the same time, “You know, Mr. Phillips, as well as I, what com- petition will mean to both of us.” A1 replied, “We realize that fully, and for that reason I am privileged to make you a price on the property just as it stands now. “And what is that price?” Mr. Taylor asked, somewhat nervous but out- wardly cool. “Well, you have probably seen the site and realize what we have there; we also realize that and have set our price at a figure which we consider just and proper.” Our price is $100,000 just as the property stands.” “Whew!” exclaimed Mr. Taylor. “That is pretty steep, considering that there is nothing hut the site and no work done.” “Well, Mr. Taylor, we are not, you understand, putting this prop- erty on the market. We are giving you a chance to save yourself and the proposition lies entirely in your hands.” 26 Mr. Taylor knew that they had him and tried to bargain, but A1 Phillips, now in his glorv by having one of the country’s money powers in his grasp told him flatly that no price ex- cept the first named could be considered. Mr. Taylor told him he would return in the afternoon to give his final answer. As he had said. Mr. Taylor was at the offices of the Power Company at two o'clock. They came right to the point and quickly the deed was arranged and Mr. Taylor had just signed away one hundred thousand perfectly good dollars when a commotion was heard in the outer office and Dan and Toots burst in. “Oh. I beg your pardon.” Dan exclaimed, seeing that he was interrupting. Mr. Taylor saw his son and asked, “What are you doing here?” A1 gave him the wink and Dan said. “Why, T came down to teil Albert to raise the price of the Power Company site to two hundred thousand.” “What have you got to do with it?” exclaimed Mr. Taylor, surprised. “Oh, nothing, Dad, except that I am it. princi- pally.” Mr. T avlor turned to where his check had disappeared but only saw Albert handing it to Dan with a broad smile on his face. “Dan. do you mean to tell me that all this scheme is yours?” “Yep, Dad, you know I had to have something back of me besides a job so I could have 'loots, and, well, I guess I have got it.” “Yes, I guess you have,” said Mr. Taylor, savagely. “Now, Dad, please don’t get mad; I am a pretty good fellow and 1 will let you have the power site for the amount of this check in the new and greater enterprise, The Tug River Power and Development Company, capital one million, successors to the Southwestern Power Company, and oh, yes, I get the job as superintendent,” and Dan laughed, watching for a sign as to how his father received the plan. At this Mr. Taylor began to see the humor in the situation and turning to Marthina. who stood at one side, an interested spectator, said, “Dan is a pretty smart boy, after all, eh?” and Marthina only smiled demurely and nodded assent. Then to Dan. “Well, bov, you stung me all right, but your whole proposition looks good, you can call in the preacher any time and you are to be the boss when we build the new power- house up the river; the work will begin immediately. Dan grasped his father’s hand and next grabbed Marthina in a de- delighted hug. A1 just stood there and grinned like a big schoolboy. Dan suddenly became conscious of what he was up to and blushed furiously as he turned to the other two: “Say, Dad,” he said, with a sudden thot. “1 have got to pay my lawyer, and he laughed. ' Don t worry, I 11 tend to your lawyer, confound him ! e will need a legal depart- ment now and Albert will be it,” and Dan. Marthina and Al- bert joined in a riotous dance of jov with Mr. 1 avlor a smiling spectator. C. HAROLD HOWARD, ’13. 27 jJatrmt faints |ILLY BARR was in a contemplative mood. He lounged lli against the gallery railing of the hacienda, gazing idly about him, while a half finished cigarette smoked in his listless hand. He was lord of all he surveyed: the acres of fruitful coffee trees, the distant underbrush full of fat cat- tle, and this rambling, old dwelling. The ten years spent in Mexico had been years of peace and plenty, but now he was sick of it all. Luxurious, idle, superstitious Mexico was no place for a live American to waste away in. He longed in his heart for the noise and bustle of Broadway, the gay theatres, and pretty, white women. Maria was here, to be sure. She, of the soulful eyes, and smiling lips, but her peo- ple were not his people, nor her God his God. Poor Maria could not quite forgive the pagan Senor, who had dispossessed two plaster patron saints, and put two purring kittens in their shrines as a little surprise for her pious mother. This life was all very fascinating, but he must leave this country and get back to his own people, while the blood of youth ran warm. Tomorrow the coffee crop would be ready to harvest, and after that he would pack himself off to the States. Today was the first of December; by pushing things he could just make Xew York for Christmas. He had two hundred peons at work for him, who should finish the job in a week. “Senor,” a dulcet voice called up, and Billy, awakening from his reverie, glanced down into the smiling, brown face of his overseer. “What is it, Jose?” “I have the honor to inform the most estimable Senor, that his two hundred unworthy servants cannot perform their duties during the next week.” The devil!” Billy ejaculated, suddenly arousing out of his habitual good nature. “Whose feast is it now?” Jose puffed a moment at his cigarette, then answered blandly, “Tomorrow begins the great feast of our patron saint Luis, then Wednesday is that of his holy Mother. No peon would work this week.” “There would be precious little coffee harvested in Mexico, if more than two hundred and sixty-five of the days were feast days. But it’s up to you, Jose, to attend to this matter,” Billy answered with finality. “But. most estimable Senor, I can do nothing. The men are already leaving for their homes, and will not return for one week. But, Senor, fifty miles into the mountains 28 at the village of Tultepec is a tribe of Indians, who don’t celebrate this Saint. You can perhaps obtain them for next week.” Billy ruminated for a moment on the seriousness of the situation and decided to see to this business himself. “Fifty miles you say, Jose? I know the place but I did not think it was so far. Get my horse ready, and I will start after the siesta.” “Si, Senor,” and Jose leisurely set out to execute his orders. Billy entered the cool patio, and threw himself down in a hammock, where he slept and dreamed of ice-cream sodas and gorditas. At four he roused himself, dressed in fresh, cool, white linen, and treated himself to a shave. “It is well, he reflected, twisting a bright silk handkerchief around his neck, “to appear debonair before these Indians and then, there is Maria. He would stop on his way at her hacienda for adios.” He rode a mile or two along a jungle path, and in the first clearing, drew rein before a large, white house. Maria ran out at his call, and he exclaimed, admiringly: “Why, Maria, you look just like an American beauty!” Maria blushed deeply at this most cherished compliment. “Si, Senor Billy,” she responded naively. “I have here copied the style a la Americana from the book you gave me. My hair is arranged so and this”— “But this rose is still a la Mexicana. You can’t forget that touch, Maria.” “But what brings my estimable Senor to this poor house? Maria questioned eagerly. Is it the fete at Cor- dova?” “Not a fete this time, Maria, but a week’s feast. All my peons have deserted me for a week and I’m off to the moun- tains to get some Indians.” Not to Tultepec, Senor?” “Why not, Maria?” “Ah, Senor. there are the so fierce Indians there, who have never gazed on the face of a white man. They perhaps will kill you.” “I’ll chance it, Maria, if you’ll pray for me; and say,” he added jokingly, “if I don’t return in a week you might come after me, sabe?” Maria smiled after him, as he rode off, but there was an anxious look in her eyes. “But,” she assured herself, “this Senor American, he was so bold, he fear nothing. Per- haps it would be all right. His patron saint would care for him.” 29 And Billy, who never thought twice about patron saints, except as a necessary evil along with fleas, rode gaily along the straggling path. The moon came up making the track bright as. day. Here and there a night-bird called, and, as he ascended the mountain slope, the air grew cool and bracing. Tultepec, according to his compass and map, lay just over the next ridge. He would surely reach it at daybreak. Just as he made the top of the ridge the sun rose up majestically be- hind him. He let the bridle hang over the pinto’s neck, and ambled easily down the mountain path, while he rolled a cigarette. When the task was completed to his satisfaction, he raised his eyes, and let out a long-drawn whistle of sur- prise. Up the mountain path was a surging mass of half- clad Indians, the whole village evidently. Women and children marched ahead, flower-decked and swinging gar- lands. The men brought up the rear in military array, brandishing spears and shouting paens of praise. “Gad, these devils must be out on the war-path. They’re not in their working clothes for coffee picking,” Billy mut- tered under his breath. “Their place of celebrating must be up here somewhere.” He drew rein to let them by but, when the foremost natives were within twenty feet of him, they stopped abruptly, cast down their spears, and bowed low to the ground. The women had approached and strewn their gar- lands around him. While the head man of the party drew near and took the bridle humbly, the entire cortege sur- rounding him. In astonishment, Billy saw himself con- ducted with great ceremony, and the utmost reverence and respect, towards the village. “Gad,” he muttered in surprise, “this is surely a ‘wel- come to our city’ with a vengeance. It must be rather hard on the village if every stranger meets with this reception.” He puzzled over the strange performance for a moment and then the solution dawned on him. Maria had said no white man had ever before visited the village. This was their tribute to the great white race. Well, he’d use his power to the fullest extent. He should be able to obtain the whole village to pick coffee, if he wished. The cortege wound through the streets, and stopped be- fore its chief dwelling, which he was given to understand was his. All this was very flattering to his self esteem, but it was not business. He must set about securing those two hundred Indians. He addressed them in good Spanish, but, at his first words, the natives smiled joyfully, fell upon their faces, and sped away in all directions. Billy tried to look 30 unconcerned, but it was with a bewildered air he turned to inspect his quarters. No sooner was he over the threshold, than he heard a bolt slipped noiselessly behind him. He turned quick as a flash to find the door strongly barred. His pounding on the door was interrupted by a great commotion in the patio, and, glancing out of the small opening that served as window, he saw the place swarming with happy- looking natives, loaded with baskets of fruit and vegetables. They left these and then backing away left Billy once more alone. At night he tried the door, to find it still fastened. Up to this point, he had taken a tolerant view of the situa- tion, finding it vastly amusing, but the matter was getting serious. He turned in. eager for a good night’s sleep, and was awakened by singing and shouting. Forgetting for a moment where he was he sprang to the window. There he saw the natives again filling the courtyard, dancing and chanting, while a squealing pig, tied to the door-latch, helped swell the clamor. His guardian, as he had come to regard his faithful ser- viteur, graciously unbarred the door, thrust the pig aside and permitted him to come out. At his first words the In- dians salaamed and looked at him reverently. He saw they didn’t understand pure Spanish, nor the patois spoken in his own district. “Why the Dickens hadn’t he brought a peon with him, who could talk this Indian jargon,” he grumbled aloud. But, he remembered, now, that he had considered bringing Jose, the only intelligent native on the plantation, with him, but he had rejected the idea, owing to Jose’s lack of sincerity. He was just enough of a rascal to persuade the Indians not to come, and so secure a week’s vacation for himself. The natives either couldn’t or wouldn't understand his expressive pantomime. The friendliness of his hosts was wearing on his good nature, so he made a move to pass them, which was frustrated by a spear presented at his breast. There was nothing to do but await developments, so he sat down wearily on the door-step, and dropped his head de- jectedly into his hands. A sudden stir among the natives made him raise his eyes, and following their gaze, he saw a woman, mounted on a pinto, galloping down the mountain path, he had so lately traversed. A long white plume floated gaily out of a distinctly American hat. as the pink clad figure cantered up to the mass of the Indians. Something seemed strangely familiar about the rider, and, as he looked more sharply, he recognized to his amazed joy—Maria. “Senor,” she called breathlessly, “I am here. I could not wait the week.” 31 “So I sec, Maria.” he responded happily. “You’ll be my patron saint forever if you can deliver me from these natives. What do they find so attractive about me?” Maria, who knew the Indian dialect, talked earnestly for a few minutes. He could see surprise, annoyance, and finally amusement flit over her mobile features, while the natives gesticulated eagerly. “Senor,” she said at last “if I do not offend, it is not you they find so attractive, but their patron saint.” “Patron saint!” “Si, Senor. The day you rode over the mountains was the feast day of Saint Sebastino. The Indians had prepared at dawn to celebrate the day and, as the sun rose, you, a stranger, fair, and clothed all in white, appeared on the moun- tain path. At once these simple people thought that Saint Sebastino had come to do them honor. Now that you are in their midst, they intend to keep you. I do not see how you can escape.” “Tell them the truth,” Billy answered, “that I am no Saint, but a godless American.” “Ah, Senor!” Maria exclaimed, with real terror in her tones, “if I do, they will annihilate you for the deception you have unwittingly practiced on them. We must keep up the deception, there is no other way.” A low muttering in the crowd interrupted their con- versation. Maria, with a woman’s quick intuition, interpreted their discontent as jealousy of her monopoly of the Saint. She turned towards the Indians again and the chief, ap- proaching to address her. stopped suddenly as though paral- yzed. Maria, with a wild shriek, threw up her hands and screaming. “To the shrine, I am possessed by an evil spirit,” fell forward on her face. Pandemonium reigned, while the chief with two followers rushed up to her and. carrying her outside the enclosure, placed her rigid form across the pinto’s hack. As if by magic Billy’s horse appeared in the dooryard, and he was hurried towards it respectfully but insistently. He mounted and the procession moved forward up the moun- tain to the shrine. There, they halted and, lifting Maria carefully down, laid her on the ground. They then huddled around Billy to see their Saint drive out the evil spirit. He motioned them back and knelt by Maria, who managed to whisper to him the meaning of her strange behavior. He remained on his knees for some time in an attitude of prayer, while he thought rapidly. Then rising, as though inspired, he motioned the natives hack a hundred yards, and signed them to fall on their faces. The Indians prostrated them- selves and, as Billy chanted some strange jargon and stood 32 before them with hands outstretched, a pink figure rose stealthily from the ground, and hurriedly mounted a pinto close at hand. A whispered word and Billy flung himself upon his horse. The natives were still bowed in prayer, when a clatter of hoofs rudely broke in upon their devotions. Scrambling to their feet, they ran wildly after a woman in pink and a man in white galloping rapidly down the opposite slope. With cries of rage they hurled maledictions upon the evil spirit, who had abducted their patron saint. Along a jungle path a man and woman rode slowly; “and it is next week that you leave for New York,” she was saying sadly. “I will miss you, Senor Billy.” “People who are together do not miss each other Maria,” the man’s deep voice responded tenderly. EDITH B. HURLEY. illiUspaitgl). (Elipntist JfjfJLLIAM NEUMER. Manager of the Imperial Onion Company, was peeved, and what is more, he had a right to be. He chewed up a twenty-five-cent Ha- vana and muttered exclamations that sounded like the Chi- nese alphabet backwards. It was just at this time that the eminent David Mills- paugh walked into the office of the onion man. Millspaugh and Neumer were old college chums. Millspaugh was an attache of the Agricultural Department, and had come to get information concerning the farming possibilities in the val- ley. “Hello Bill, you look sort of roiled up. Something serious?” he greeted. “Hell. Dave.” replied the other, ex- tending his hand. “I am all roiled up. Sit down and I’ll tell you all about it.” Millspaugh sat down and after a few moments’ pause his friend burst out. “You see, Dave, it’s this way. We’ve got ten acres of onions out there in the field, and now, just about the time that we should be harvesting them, the blamed things are all dying off. Over on this side of the road we have got a field of twenty acres which we planted about a month ago, and they haven’t put a single shoot above the ground yet, and all this is happening just after we went to the expense of putting down a new well. Last year we de- pended upon the rain, but this year we sunk the well, hoping to get a crop on the market a little earlier, and now it looks as if the whole thing is to be a failure.” “By gosh! that’s hard luck,” said Millspaugh, in a sort of puzzled manner. “Who owns those onions on the ranch just above you? I saw them as I was coming in on the train, and they look 33 pretty good and healthy.” “They belong to the Associated Companies, who are operating in the valley. We started to compete with them, and when they saw ns putting down a well they did the same thing. 1 can’t see why our crop don’t grow when theirs is right next to it, and they are using the same kind of water as we are. “This is of a strange nature, answered the Government man. “Who looks after your fields?” “A fellow by the name of Brant. A good man. He used to be with the Associated Companies, but he had some row with them and they fired him, replied Neumer. Millspaugh took his hat and coat and after putting them on he remarked to his friend, “Let’s go out and see the crop.” The two went out to the ten-acre field. The plants were partly matured, but the whole field was a mass of worthless, yellow onion plants. Neumer pulled up one of the dry, yel- low ones and showing it to his friend he said, “See, the bulbs are rotting. I guess we’ll have to plow them under and plant a new crop. But still I’m afraid to, they might not come up at all, like those in the other field. Just then they heard a voice calling to them, “Tele- phone, Mr. Neumer.” Turning, they saw the stenographer. Miss Carroll, beckoning to them. “Well, Dave, I’ll have to go. Look the place over and come to the office when you are through,” he said to Millspaugh as he left for the office. The Agriculturist pulled up another of the onions, and after looking at it for a short time he went to the well at the rear of the office to get a drink, the day being pretty sultry. ‘‘Gee! that’s mighty fine water,” he said to himself, as he drained the cup. “Guess I’ll take a look at the pump- ing plant.” The plant was situated about fifty or sixty yards to the rear of the office and it pumped water from an adjoin- ing well. When he entered the pump-house, the first thing that took his eye was a bucket of water, from which a man in blue overalls was drinking. “How do you do?” he said to Dave, as he looked up. ‘‘Pretty well. How’s yourself,” answered Dave. “Thought I’d take a look at your pumping plant.” “Alright, help yourself. said he of the blue overalls. Millspaugh wandered around the place taking in every- thing that came in range of his eye. Soon another man came into the pump-house, and he. too, took a drink from the bucket. “That must be good water, or all those men would not be drinking it. Guess I’ll try it myself,” he said as he proceeded to do so. Much to his surprise the water was slightly warm, and not a bit appealing to the thirsty man, as one would expect it to be. He did not drink the whole cup of water, but threw most of it out on the ground outside. 34 The man in the overalls, whose name he afterwards found to be Helmer, called to the man who had just entered the house before Millspaugh took the drink, telling him to get some fresh water. Therfellow took the bucket and went to the well in the rear of the office to get some. Dave soon concluded his observation and went to the office. “Well, what did you see?” queried Neumer, as Dave entered. “Oh, quite a bit. That's good water out there in that little well, isn’t it?” said Dave. “You bet it is. It’s the best little well in the valley,” said Neumer. “Come, let’s go eat.” They went to the Manager’s buggy, which was hitched under a tree by the house, and they were soon on their way to lunch. “Where are you staying, Dave? At the Casa Loma?” asked Neumer. “Yes. But I’ve got to find some place to set up a make-shift laboratory while I’m here. Maybe 1 can get a room in the basement of some building,” Dave answered him. Here we are,” remarked Dave’s friend as he drove up to a neat little cottage. He tied the horse to a post at the side of the house and they went inside. After luncheon Millspaugh said that he was going down town to find a room for his laboratory, and asked his friend if he knew of any young fellow who could act as an assistant in the laboratory work. “My brother-in-law knows a little chemistry. He just got back from school. Perhaps he could help you. Come on, we ll go and see him and then find you a room for your work,” Neumer replied. They found the brother-in-law, whose name was Phelps, and in half an hour had found a room where Millspaugh, with the aid of Phelps, set up his little laboratory. That night while dining at Neumer’s, Dave said, “Bill, 1 want to find out what's the matter with your onions. Can we go up there tonight, without anybody seeing us? “Sure we can. When do you want to go?” Neumer replied. “Right away, if it is possible,” said the Government expert. “Wait till 1 get my coat and hat. We’ll go,” said Neumer. As they approached the field, Dave warned his com- panion to be just as quiet as possible. He peered around the corner of the office, scrutinizing the pump-house intently for about five minutes. Finally he said, “Come on Bill, but be quick. They reached the pump-house and again Dave peered about in a searching manner. Satisfied that all was clear he tried the door, but only to find it locked. Have you got the key?” he asked in a whisper of his friend. “No, said Neumer. “Brant has it. He looks after all this.” “Well, 35 I’ll try the window,” said Millspaugh, as he tried to pry it up. Luckily it was not locked, and he was soon on the inside, leaving Neumer on the outside as guard. Dave went directly to the pump and opened the pet- cock on top, and carefully filled and corked a small flask with the water that spurted therefrom. He put the flask in his pocket and quickly and quietly made his exit from the building. Together the two men went to the well at the rear of the office. Here Dave filled another flask. Neumer wondered all the time what this might mean, but he was afraid to ask. On the way home he managed to inquire, “What do you want with that water, and why were you so careful?” “Oh, you just keep your shirt on and don’t say a word and perhaps you will know at this time tomorrow night,” replied Dave. Neumer did as he was bid and left his friend at the little laboratory. When alone in the laboratory, Dave pulled the window blinds down and set to work. He drew out the flasks from his pocket and labeled them. From the flask labeled “Little Well” he poured a little into a beaker. Tearing a piece of litmus paper from a book, he dipped it into the water. No change took place in the litmus paper. “Well, that looks good,” he said. “But I’ll make sure.” So he poured a little of the water into a test tube and from his row of bottles on the shelf he took down one labeled “Barium Chloride.” He poured a little of this into the test tube and held it to the light. The liquid was clear. “Nothing wrong with that,” he said as he dumped the contents into the sink. He then took the flask which he had labeled “From the Pump.” He poured a little of this into the test tube and into this he dipped another piece of the litmus paper. Immediately the blue paper turned to a reddish color. “Aha! she sleeps,” he said to himself. Pouring some of the water into a test tube, he added a little of the Barium Chloride. This time the liquid did not remain of a clear color, but became milky instead. “Just what I thought,” he remarked, as if talking to somebody. “I guess that's enough for tonight,” he con- tinued. clearing his work bench and putting on his coat. The next morning on arising he sought out young Phelps. On finding him he asked, “Say, Phelps, who is the United States Marshal around here?” “His name is Ander- son,” said Phelps. “It’s not Bert Anderson, is it?” said the chemist. “Yep. That’s his name. Do you know him?” said Phelps. “Sure, his sister is a friend of mine. Where can I find him?” said Millspaugh. “He has his office up above the Bank Building over there,” said Phelps, indicating a large sandstone building across the street. 36 Dave entered the building, and when he came out, twenty minutes later, he wore an air of confidence. Meeting Neumer at the postoffice, the two went down to the company’s tract. Dave looked around a short time and then without telling Neumer anything about it, he went over to the holdings of the Associated Companies. In wandering about the office he came upon a pile of trash containing, mostly, old bills, letter-heads and the like from the office, which was being remodelled. One particular bill took his eye. It was from the F. W. Braun Chemical Company. His interest in chem- istry prompted him to examine it. He therefore picked it up and read it, carefully folded it and placed it in his pocketbook. Soon afterward he completed his inspection and went back to Neumer’s office. When night had fallen, Millspaugh, Phelps and Neumer were in the little office of Neumer’s. All lights were out, and in fact everything was as quiet as possible. Dave, with his eyes at the window, saw two men sneaking along in the darkness. They carried between them a large box which, judging from the manner in which they carried it, was very heavy. They made their way to the pump-house and there deposited their burden while one of them unlocked the door. The two entered and as soon as they were out of sight Dave, Phelps and Neumer stole carefully from the office in the direction of the pump-house. A faint light shone through the window and on looking in Dave saw the two men pour- ing a liquid from a bottle, which they had carried there in a box, into the well. He motioned for Phelps and Neumer to take a look. Dave noticed an expression of surprise on Neumer’s face. As Neumer turned away from the window he said, “It’s Brant and Helmer. What are they doing?” Dave motioned him to be quiet and whispered, “You’ll find out soon enough.” The two men inside finished their task and those out- side withdrew from the window to the corner of the building. The men inside had to pass this corner when they came out. Dave and Phelps drew their automatics. They heard the door close, -the lock snap, and the footsteps of the men as they approached. When they reached the corner, Dave and Phelps leaped out of the darkness and covered them. “Hands up!” shouted Dave. They dropped the bottle and their hands mechanically went up. ‘‘Just march along, now,” said Dave, Phelps telling Neumer at the same time to be sure and bring the bottle. “Who are you, to be holding us up in this manner?” queried the field foreman. “Never you mind who I am. You just march along,” said Dave, prodding him in the ribs with 37 the automatic. “I want to know who you are, though,” said Brant. “Me? Why, can’t you see who I am? Can’t you see this little star under my coat?” said Dave. Silently the little group moved toward the road, and the two culprits were soon behind the bars of the county jail. A short time afterward Xeumer asked Dave. “What was that stuff that they were pouring into the well?” “Why, you boob, that was sulphuric acid. Mixed with water this acid was what you were trying to raise onions on,” replied Dave. “But why should those fellows do such a trick when they are working for me?” asked Xeumer, greatly perplexed. “Because, said Dave, the}’ are also working for the Asso- ciated Companies, and this same Associated Companies bought the acid. Here’s my proof,” averred Dave, as he pro- duced the bill he had picked up on the trash pile of the Asso- ciated Companies’ office. On it Xeumer read: “To 3 carboys of Sulphuric Acid...................$14.74.” “Well, if they did it, by Heck! I’ll get even with them. I’ll raise a crop in spite of them yet, fairly shouted the irri- tated manager. “Hold on, hold on.” warned Dave. “Don't be too sure of raising a new crop. You can’t raise onions on land that is saturated with dilute sulphuric acid.” “That’s so. I forgot about that,” replied Xeumer in a dejected tone. “But still perhaps we can if you are willing to spend a little money and take a chance,” said Dave. “By gosh! I’m will- ing to try most anything once. What is it?” said the dis- tracted Xeumer. “Well, you see, fertilizer is made by treat- ing bone-ash with sulphuric acid and perhaps if we pumped on bone-ash in the water, as this bunch of thieves did the acid, we could make the field productive again. Will you take a chance?” “You bet. Start in tomorrow,” said Xeumer, who was convinced by anything that Dave said or did. Dave at once telegraphed the firm of Braun Company for a ton and a half of bone-ash but it was a week before the order arrived. Meanwhile, under the direction of Dave, the water in the well which contained the acid had been pumped out and allowed to go to waste. The pumping ceased only when the tests made by Dave proved the absence of acid. The work of adding the bone-ash progressed rapidly until Dave pronounced the task completed. The onion sets were soon planted and in record time the tender green shoots were appearing above the ground. The crop was exceedingly large and Xeumer’s firm beat the Associated Companies in marketing their produce, as well as in the courts when the suit for damages was pressed, all due to the training of the Government man. 38 “BUMPS,” ’13. (Himlizatimi: Jts Aiiuantayrs anii liaaimantagea “•fl ALPH was sitting alone in his room at the University 4H of Arizona. It was raining and Ralph’s thoughts were as gloomy as the weather. “Great Scott.” he exclaimed suddenly, and he began to pace the floor with an ever-in- creasing look of perplexity, engaging in a soliloquy, that if not in words, at least in importance to him, rivaled the famous Hamlet. “How in Tucson (Synonymous with Hades) am I going to get enough money to finish this term. Here it is only December and my whole year’s allowance is gone and be- sides I’ve got a string of TOUs’ that would make any ordi- nary grafter turn green with envy, wondering how to do it. I might as well try to get blood out of a turnip as to attempt to tap the old man legitimately.” Ralph, while from the country, still had sporting ten- dencies. and on no occasion was it said that he was a piker. He was on the A list in the spending line just as long as his allowance lasted. As the result of his fast company he was now in the last stages of insolvency. “Well, it’s up to me,” he said at last, and filling his pipe, threw himself into a chair to study, or better, to scheme. Ralph’s father was a wealthy dry farmer of the famous Verde Valley. That is, he was a dry farmer ever since the Prohibition Party hit Camp Verde. He had earned his money by ceaseless toil and knew the value of a dollar and it was a matter of common knowledge that a dollar did more for him than for anyone else. The severe training that he had been through made him resolve to bring Ralph up in a practical way, so his college allowance was based on the old man’s judgment rather than his son’s desires. Christmas vacation found Ralph at home. One evening as he sat by the fire and conversation was rather dull, Ralph, having told all that he knew in the first two days, suddenly exclaimed as if remembering an important fact, “Say Dad, did you know that we have a new department in the Uni- versity now?” “No. You haven’t told me. What kind of an addition is it?” “An animal school! It’s under the head of the Agricul- tural Department.” “An animal school? What the thunder for?” “Why, they train animals, not only to do all kinds of 39 stunts, but in the case of intelligent dogs, they teach them to talk, as well.” “ 1 o talk! Come now, don’t try to string me.” I m not trying to kid you. Dad. I was never more serious in my life. It is one of the greatest wonders that I ever knew. I have seen Professor Persons working and have talked with one of his dog pupils, and he spoke as well as a child. I hey have a Mexican Hairless, too, but he only talks Spanish.” “Well, that sounds good. Do you think that they could do anything with Jeff?” W hy, sure. Jeff is of good stock and mighty smart. It would he easy to teach him.” Ralph s Pa sat puffing silently for a few moments, then he exclaimed, “P y Jingo! What does it cost?” Why, the Professor’s terms are five hundred dollars for the complete course, payable in two installments.” That’s pretty steep, but guess we’ll take a chance.” A week later Ralph and Jeff boarded the train on their way hack to the I niversity. On their arrival in Tucson, Ralph tried to sell Jeff to a little Mexican hoy hut failed, and paid him a dollar out of the tuition fee to take him. I he following day Ralph wrote home that Jeff had entered school and was showing signs of extraordinary in- telligence, in fact, that he was the star pupil of the’new department. All went well, each week Ralph wrote home and told the old folks of the progress of Jeff, and how, after a month’s study Jeff had expressed the fact that he was getting home- sick. Summer came, and with it vacation. Ralph wrote to his father and told him of the date of his arrival and to meet him at the depot. His father met him there. In the excitement, due to Ralph’s home-coming, Jeff was entirely forgotten, and not until they were on their way to the St. Michael Hotel did his father inquire as to the where- abouts of the dog. here is Jeff? he asked anxiously. Ralph’s eyes filled with tears and lie said, “Father, I might as well tell the truth.” Speak up, hoy. What has happened?” Well, Father, Ralph began in a quavery voice, “we were packing up to come home, and we were waiting for the expressman to come for the trunks. Jeff was sitting in the window with his cap cocked on one ear, smoking a cigarette and chatting gaily about the ranch, the chickens and the horses and all the folks and of how glad he was to 40 get back to the simple life. (Tears.) I stepped to the closet to get my overcoat, and as I returned Jeff cocked his head on one side and asked. ‘Ralph, does Father still love the hired girl?’ (More tears and a sigh.) Father, that was too much for me. and I killed him on the spot.” “Are you sure that he is dead?” the old man asked anx- iously, as he turned slightly pale. HAROLD HOWARD, '13. fDlu' fern ♦ WAS a clear night in the month of February. The IlL snow lay knee-deep on the ground, and the air was sharp and biting, as the result of a slight north wind. A merry throng were coasting on the side of a steep hill in the residence part of the city. Peals of laughter min- gled with shouts, could be heard for blocks about the city. One young man seemed to be a favorite among the ladies, and his sled was always filled to capacity with the fair sex. The party bid fair to last till the wee small hours, had not the unexpected happened. Suddenly the loud clanging of the fire alarm rang across the frosty air. Instantly a hush fell over the entire party. The alarm rang from box six, and forgetting entirely about the coasting track, everybody rushed to the scene of the fire. The fire was located in the basement of a small bunga- low and was quickly spreading to other parts of the house. The house was owned by a young and handsome widow, who followed dressmaking for a living. The only occupants were herself and her five-year-old son, but they were nowhere to be found. A rumor was afloat that they were in the burning house, and immediately a searching party of five, under the leader- ship of our coasting track favorite, volunteered to search the house. The two front rooms were explored, but in vain, the occupants were nowhere to be found. The heat became oppressive and all but our hero turned back. He resolved to search the entire house or die. He groped his way toward the room next the piazza, the heat was nearly too much for him, but he strove bravely onward. This room was used as a sort of spare room, where the widow did all of her sewing. Through the smoke and flames he saw in the center of the room the figure of a woman, pale as death and to all appearances inanimate. 41 He grabbed her gently about the waist and stumbled toward the door. Feeling for the knob, he opened it and pushed his way across the next room. The figure was completely overcome by this time, and was rigid and cold. Grave thoughts passed through his mind. What if she should die before they should reach fresh air? He passed his sleeve across his face. It was scorched and singeing. His strength was slowly failing him, but he made a desperate resolve to reach safety with his charge. He heard the shouts of the populace outside, and he heard the dripping of the fire-hose water, and behind him he heard the crackling of the fire itself, the snapping of boards, and the whir of the flames as they neared him. Reeling, he almost fainted, and fell heavily against the wall. He quickly regained consciousness, however, and he blundered forward, holding tightly all the while to the wilt- ing form of his charge. He reached the door. He felt the cool breezes blowing across his face, and then he knew no more. When he regained his senses, he was in bed at his home on Grove Street. His father was standing by the side of the bed. His head ached and felt a burning sensation in his throat. His first words were, ‘‘Dad, how's the widow?” “Widow!” said his father. “Why, you blamed kid, that was only a bisque dressmaker’s model.” “Well, I’ll be d---” and he relapsed into unconscious- ness for the next thirty-six hours. JIMMIE, ’13. fHart litgait ♦ 1 D you ever hear the story of Dugan and the outlaw, Irj Bill Evans?” queried the old man who sat across from me, a perfect stranger, as he downed another whisky in Pete’s Place. “Never did. Let’s hear it,” I replied as I paid for the whisky. “Well, you see,” he began. “Dugan was the marshal of Leadville, and Bill Evans was a cow-puncher from the val- ley, who came to town about every three months to get a jag on. On one of these trips he shot old Sam Jones, who ran the Kentucky House, and left right away for the valley. “It was up to Dugan to arrest Evans, but he and the sheriff of the valley weren’t on very good terms and so the 42 valley sheriff wouldn’t arrest the cow-puncher, who was called an outlaw in Leadville. “Dugan was a peaceful guy and he knew the outlaw’s great liking for booze was too great for him to stay away from the town, so he just sits down and waits for him. Evans knew that Dugan waited for him, so he sent word to Lead- ville that he would ‘Get’ the sheriff on his next toot in Lead- ville. “Being a bachelor, Dugan had his office and sleeping quarters combined. It was a small, square, one-room house, with two doors at the front and rear, with a window on one side. Beneath the window was a desk, a very rude affair, where he kept his papers, and on the top of it was a pile of pictures of fugitives from justice. A single bed, a chair, and a table completed the furnishings of the small room. Here Dugan spent most of his time, smoking his pipe and waiting peacefully for the appearance of Evans. “One afternoon, Evans came to town, and in about half an hour he was well tanked up. News reached the sheriff, in his little room, that the cow-puncher of the valley was com- ing to ‘Get’ him. This was just what the sheriff wanted and he did not even stop smoking, but just replied, ‘Alright.’ Soon he heard footsteps on the pathway leading up to his door, but still he did not move. “The drunken cow-puncher staggered into the room, waving his gun and shouting, ‘Damn you, Mart Dugan, you said that you’d “get’’ me and now I’m going to “get” you, in- stead. Put up your measly hands above your head. When I count three,’ lie said, levelling his gun, ‘I’m going to give you free transportation to Hell. First, have you got any- thing to say before you go?’ “Dugan, still calm, replied. ‘Nothing, except that when I go, you will keep me company, because my friend Sam, behind you, has the drop on you. Now let’er go. “The drunken cow-puncher turned to see who was be- hind him and quick as a flash, Dugan drew his gun and put a bullet through the cow-puncher’s head.” Here the old man stopped and asked for another “Red Top.” “Was that the end of it?” I asked. “Yes, all but dragging out the dead outlaw.” “Say, where did you hear that story?” I asked. “You seem to know all the particulars so well.” “Oh, I lived in Leadville onc’t.” “Say, what’s your name?” “My name? Oh! It’s Mart Dugan.” ALBERT CRAWFORD, ’13. 43 Bnllara auit Nou- pubp CL A.Y, Jud,” ventured Botson, “how much did this ciear Ty cost you?” Jud’s chest expanded slightly. “Only two bits,” he said. “Wal,” Botson replied, as he took a firmer grip on the butt of the cigar, “all I will say is this, ’taint wuth it. And furthermore,” Bots pulled his legs off the railing, and brought his chair down with a bang, “I’d like to know how long that money yo’ Uncle Ben left you is going to last, if you keep on spending it thus recklessly. You ought to invest it and live on the interest.” Jud freed the railing of its burden and faced his comrade. “Say,” he thundered, “how much interest do you think I can get on two thousand dollars, anyway? I’m going to spend my money and live like a gentleman. None of these 'leven per cent guaranteed stocks for me. Every thing’s guaranteed nowadays. It’s the most abused word in the dic- tionary. I’m going to write to that fellow Webster and have him change his old book, so the meaning for ‘guaranteed’ will be ‘enticement for the innocent.’ ” “But, Jud,” interrupted Bots, “if you could make your bank account double, maybe grow to ten thousand in a year or so, I guess you wouldn’t mind, would you?” Bots spoke eagerly. Bots, said Jud, “I’ve knowed you for twenty-five years, and you have been all the time about to make a stake, notwithstanding which fact, you never saw the day you owned three hundred dollars.” Then as if he considered'the question settled. Jud placed his legs across the railing once more, and carefully balanced his chair on its hind legs. Botson appeared neither to hear or see. “An opportunity is before us which promises great wealth,” he announced, ma- jestically, as he handed a clipping to his friend. “For sale,” read Jud, “one mammoth captive balloon, complete with engine and cable----” he stopped. “What in hell do you expect me to do. Buy this and make parachute drops?” “Don’t you see?” he pleaded, “we could buy the balloon and take it from town to town through Arizona and New Mexico. It would be something new, and at each place we could carry up passengers. If we could charge them a dollar apiece and make ten trips a day with seven passengers, at the end of a month we would have about two thousand dol- lars. Our expenses couldn’t be over----” 44 “You’re all the time trying to get me to buy some fool thing,” interrupted Jud, “now let up.” “But Jud,” his companion replied, “the man who owns the balloon guarantees----, I mean to say he states it to be a big paying success. He wouldn’t let it go at all, only he has heart trouble and can no longer engage in the balloon busi- ness. He’s sick, and to get out of the thing quick, he’s will- ing to sacrifice the whole shooting-match.” “It won’t do no harm to look into the proposition, any- way,” coaxed Botson after a short pause. “Come on, let’s go up town.” “You see,” said Bots, after they started out, “I figure that you and I are just fit to be natural balloonists. You are too big to make ascensions, and ran a hoist-engine for ten years. I don’t weigh nothing, and was up in a balloon onct when I was a boy.” Two days later the two old men sat on the porch figuring. “Supposin’ these little towns don’t have gas, what will we do then?” asked Jud. “The captain said he always carried iron filings and acid to manufacture gas when there weren’t no works in town,” said Bots. “Well,” answered Jud, “I’m inclined to take the finan- cial risk. If the business don’t pay we can sell the old bag. But remember,” he went on, “I'm to be treasurer of this con- cern, and under no circumstances does as much as one of my fingers go skyward. Didn’t the captain say he would stay with us two weeks?” “Sure,” announced Bots, “the captain will go along with us until we can manage the thing alone.” “Suppose we go down then, and take possession,” sug- gested Jud. “That’s the stuff,” encouraged Bots. Anderson ville was excited by its first balloon. A crowd of interested onlookers watched Botson, as under the old owner's direction, he filled the big bag with gas. Jud. in his overalls was busily engaged in assembling the engine. From the network of the balloon hung a cloth sign which read: “It only costs one dollar to go up a thousand feet. Watch the earth sink beneath you, and look down on your neighbor. No less than four passengers carried.” At last all was ready. Bots received his final instructions from the captain. “If she ever breaks loose just pull this rip cord and you will sail gently to the ground,” said the latter, “and if the 45 cable sags, just throw out some sand,” went on the captain as he pointed to some canvas hags. “You fellows understand all about setting her up and running her now. After this first flight I think I’ll see about getting out of town.” “Ladies and gentlemen, announced Rots, “we will now make our first ascension. Remember, one dollar apiece, and no more than seven passengers.” The Andersonville Public Safety Committee, headed by Mr. J. Poindexter Rrown, stepped forward to make the first flight. The committee climbed into the basket, and Bots fol- lowed. “All right, Jud,” Bots called out. The cable unwound and the balloon moved upward. hen the balloon had been let out the entire length of the cable, one of the committee called Bots’ attention to the fact that the cable was sagging faster than the engine rewound it. “That’s nothing,” assured Bots as he tossed over a couple of sand bags. Sure enough the balloon at once took up the slack. The committee then gave their attention to tracing the county boundary line. The captain had been one of the most interested specta- tors of the ascent. Suddenly he stifled an oath and quickly disappeared. The committee smiled approvingly as they landed. “Owing to the rising wind,” announced Rots, “there will be no more flights today.” On this afternoon the Anderson Thursday Club was hold- ing its weekly meeting. A suffragette was giving an address. “Fellow workers,” she continued, “we will fight until we gain our franchise, and when we do, down with child labor! The working girl shall be protected, and heaven will aid---” there was a terrific crash and through a hole in the ceiling poured a rain of sand. Women screamed, and the club ad- journed in an unparliamentary manner. When the husbands returned from work that evening each one heard the awful tale. J. Poindexter Brown was obliged to call another meeting of the Committee on Public Safety. Said he, “Fellow citizens, inasmuch as the welfare of our community is threatened, I suggest that we appoint a committee to rid us of this nuisance. The following morning Bots and Jud were waited upon by several gentlemen, who suggested that it might be healthier for the owners if no balloon could be found in the town of Andersonville at sundown. After the committee had departed, Jud glared at Bots. “You little, skinny, pollywog-brained galoot,” lie said. “Is it 46 possible, can I believe what I hear about you throwing out sand by the bagful instead of pouring it out ?” Bots almost withered under the scorn. He managed to falter, “The captain didn't say not to thrown it out in bags, Jud. On the train Jud read from his notebook: “Expenses at Andersonville, freight to, from, etc., two hundred dollars. Money taken in, four dollars.” When the balloonists reached Brazburg it was raining. They were obliged to wait several days before the elements would allow them to unpack. Then it cleared up for a day, allowing Bots to fill the bag and Jud to get his engine set up. After which the clouds returned and rain fell once more. For ten days following either wind or rain prevented flights. Jud watched the fast diminishing funds, but he said noth- ing. Bots grew thinner and paler. At last came a pleasant day and flights were about to be begun. Seven people climbed into the basket, and Botson was about to follow. Suddenly he toppled over. His friend ran to his side. “Jud,” came a feeble voice, “something’s the matter with my right side. I can’t move.” Jud got down on his knees. “Bots,” he pleaded, “please, please get up, can’t you? Try and put it off an hour. There’s seven dollars in the basket.” Botson's lips moved, but he made no sound. Jud realized. Memories spanning a close comradeship of twenty odd years, brought visions of the past before his eyes. “Get a doctor, somebody.” he said huskily. Jud spent every minute at his friend’s bedside, encourag- ing and comforting him. Meantime the balloon tugged at its anchors. Expenses piled up high and the money was ex- hausted. Somebody attached the balloon and the sheriff took possession. Jud didn't care. He thought he saw life and vitality returning to Bots. The day the sheriff took charge of the balloon a terrific windstorm came up. All through the night windows were blown in and trees broken down. By morning the hurricane was over, but sometime during the storm, the balloon had snapped the cable, anchor ropes and all, and gained its free- dom. Bots, gazing from his bed out of the window, was the first to discern what had happened. He rang the little bell until Jud awakened. Say, he whispered, the balloon broke away in the night. We can sue the sheriff.” For the first time since Bots had been sick, Jud left him. He went to a lawyer to begin suit against the sheriff. So sure was the legal advisor that he could win the damages, he even advanced Jud fifty dollars. 47 When Bots heard the good news he took a wonderful brace. “Jud,” he murmured, “I’m happy now. This gives you a chance to win back the money that I lost for you. You can buy an auto on the installment plan, and rent it by the hour.” “No Botsy, old boy,” said Jud smiling down on the sick man, “we are going home to our little cabin.” Botson was bundled up in a chair, enjoying the morning sunshine from the porch. Inside Jud was washing dishes. The postman handed Bots a letter. “Oh, Jud,” the little man cried, ‘‘here’s a letter for you.” Jud stepped out and tore open the communication. “We lost the case,” he told Bots. “It tells here in tech- nical terms why we couldn’t get damages. But,” he went on, “the old balloon was found way over in California. We’ll get a couple of hundred off’n the engine. More’n enough to pay the claims. Cheer up, we’ve got money now.” “Will you buy an auto to rent?” asked Bots. “Botsy, old pal,” was the reply, “I believe we could make money with an automobile. But you and me are getting too old to be taking up new things. We never have had any money, anyway. Just, just each other.” Jud coughed, then forced a smile and continued. “I can earn a little here and there, and we’ll get on, some way or other.” Say, Jud,” called out Bots as the former went back into the kitchen, “how much did this cigar cost you?” Three for a nickel,” was the reply. “Huh,” murmured Bots, “ ’taint wuth it.” ANDREW E. BALDWIN. ®hp turlmutcii iHrsa ||||R. J. ARCHIBOLD CADWALDER, lately of Boston, ijl[| was school teacher near that mysterious place, called The Enchanted Mesa.” J. Archibold’s pupils con- sisted of a number of ornery little wild-and-woolly westerners, whose highest ambition in life was to be a cow-puncher. J. Archibold had new ideas about the education of these very degraded children. He included singing and drawing in the daily course of study. Mr. J. Archibold told his scholars that he considered “The Enchanted Mesa” a most interesting and thrilling place. He even confided to them that he liked to believe in the different legends connected with this peculiar mesa. He said that it gave the place a new meaning to him. These facts and several others led the youngsters to carry home to their parents numerous and wild tales of J. Archi- bold’s very singular temperament and character. 48 One small boy brought his sister, Katherine Vandersal, and her handsome cowboy friend, to visit the school and be- come acquainted with his interesting teacher. The cowboy smiled often, as if amused, at J. Archibold’s eager explanation of his new manner of teaching. Miss Katherine Vandersal bit her lip or turned her back on J. Archibold several times. Could it be that she was laughing at him? J. Archibold immediately became interested in Kather- ine Vandersal. Indeed, he was quite attentive. Needless to say, Mr. Vandersal was a wealthy cattle owner and there are better and quicker ways of becoming rich than teaching school. Every time that J. Archibold visited the Vandersal home he was certain of the fact. The comfortable home with all of its luxuries quite appealed to his fastidious taste. The cowboy was also a frequent visitor to the Vandersal home. He and Miss Katherine told the school teacher many of the legends connected with the “Enchanted Mesa:” all of these interested J. Archibold to a great extent. He even shivered when Miss Katherine told him that the “Flying Horse-thief,” with the “Kidnaped Boy” under his arm and a rope around his neck, still went tearing across the mesa, firing a revolver as he went. The cowboy also added that this strange apparition was lingering around at that certain time of the year. The small brother of Miss Katherine was always an interested and innocent listener. One night the small brother brought an invitation to J. Archibold. asking him to call on Miss Katherine. He took great pains to make himself look his very best, and went to sec her in a very agitated frame of mind. He found her seated under one of the large, spreading trees in front of her home. He seated himself beside her and just had his courage screwed up to the point of proposing to her. when he heard the whistle of the cowboy. On coming up. the cowboy asked him if he woidd like to take a ride out over the mesa. He was going on an errand to some cabin beyond this enchanted ground and wanted company. The school teacher was much vexed at having his love affairs interrupted, but agreed to go, and left Miss Katherine reluctantly. The small brother rode behind the cowboy. When they reached the mesa and had gone about a mile, the cowboy suddenly disappeared. A sudden tremor seized J. Archibold. Could the “Flying Horse-thief” have captured iiis companions. He knew not when himself would be seized. Spurring his horse into a gallop, he did not notice that he was going in the wrong direction. He was going farther and far- ther into the mesa, lie heard a slight patter of footsteps in the rear, and on looking over his shoulder he saw the figure 49 of the “Flying Horse-thief” making for him. The figure was very tall, and held a child under one arm. The child gave forth loud, uncanny yells. A huge rope swung from the Horse- thief’s neck. Shots from his revolver pierced the air at short intervals. Poor J. Archibold Cadwalder fell from his horse in a faint. The next day the cowboy and Miss Katherine took a walk to the mesa. They found a huge rope and a revolver. They both laughed a great deal. The school teacher has never been seen or heard of about those parts since that eventful night. The small boy often gives forth piercing shrieks to frighten his schoolmates, but aside from this he is as innocent as ever. JEAN ELLIOTT, ’14. 50 ©ftp tu Eating Oh, eating is naught but a worldly joy, And the worldliest one of the bunch, For it sure sounds fine, when they say, “Come boy, Don’t you think we’d better have lunch?” When everything is before you set, And you’re as hungry as a bear, It’s the sweetest thing said to you yet, “Will you have your meat well done or rare?” When you’ve eaten all that you can, Crammed down all you can shove, You’ll say, “Is there anything half so grand?” Yes, there’s just one thing; that’s Love. (By That Love-sick Senior.) CHAS. McLANE. ©mitpinj You can talk about your gory war, And call it what you may, But in my opinion Geometry Can beat it any day. Sherman must have never had This study we know(?) so well, Else he would have stopped to consider, And never said, “War is----.” I’ll face the cannons any day, And face them all with glee, But I must confess that I’m a coward, When it comes to Geometry. I’d sooner take a lickin', I’d sooner have the mumps, Because when I have Geometry I always get the “grumps.” I can take my Spanish, English, Civil Government, and the rest, But when I take Geometry There’s a wrangling in my breast. CHAS., ’13. 51 THE FOOTBALL TEAM HE past season of football was one of the best we have ill ever had. While all of the panics did not turn out as we wished, we accomplished our greatest desire, that of defeating the team of the Phoenix High School on their home grounds, as well as on our own grounds in Prescott. We have been trying to do this for the last four years and no wonder we say that this is the best season that we have ever had, now that we have accomplished this long-vvished- for feat. Jfirfit Jhttomt (gamr The season opened early in October when we met the Phoenix Indian School. For the first fifteen minutes of the game we fairly swept the Redskins off their feet. Pell scoring after five minutes of playing. During the remaining periods of the game the strength and superior physical condition of the Indians told on our light team. We scored but once more, McNulty making a touch-down on a forward pass, while the Indians overcame our lead, piling up a score of 26—13. Coach Hart did not blame our boys for the defeat, but said that it was lack of condition, and as he was to blame for that, he added that he would see to it that we were in condition for the next game, and, by the woebegone expressions on the faces of the team after practicing hours, we surmised that he was making good his assertion. First puirmx Okmu' The second game of the season was our first game with the team of the Phoenix 1 ligh School. I his game was one of the best exhibitions of back-field playing ever witnessed in the Capitol City. From beginning to end the back-field bore the brunt of the battle. Defense as well as the offense resting upon the hard-worked men of the back-field. Neither team ran strong interference, and little new style football was attempted. 53 Full-back Johnson of the Phoenix team was a steady ground gainer. Time after time. Brooks, the left-half of the Phoenix team broke through our lines for substantial gains. Levy, our full-back, never failed to smash through their lines. While Merritt, the quarter-back of our team, was the star player of the game, and in most of Prescott’s plays he carried the ball, seldom failing to make his yards. iFtrat (Jjhtartrr The game was called at 2:30, Phoenix kicking to Prescott. The first three plays netted us ten yards. In the second play thereafter we lost the ball on a fumble. Phoenix attempted a forward pass, failed and was forced to punt. Prescott after two incomplete forward passes, failed to advance the ball and was forced to punt. Phoenix made their yards through our line. Geare of Phoenix circled the left end for a gain of fif- teen yards. Phoenix tried a drop kick in vain. In the next two plays McNulty carried the ball. An incomplete forward pass followed by a punt which Brooks returned to Prescott’s thirty-five-yard line ended the quarter. (Jhtartrr The quarter opened with a fumble on the part of Phoenix, Prescott recovering the ball. A forward pass, Merritt to Crawford netted a gain of twenty yards. Prescott lost the ball on failure to make yards, and Phoenix repeated the trick and punted, the ball crossing the goal line. Prescott once more failed to make yards and punted. By a series of plays Phoenix advanced the ball to Prescott’s thirty-five-yard line. An attempted drop kick on the part of Phoenix was blocked. On the next play Crawford of Prescott plugged the line for a gain of ten yards. Geare of Phoenix caught a Prescott pass, and Brooks made ten yards through the line while Tuttle gained seven around the left end. The quarter ended with the ball in the possession of Phoenix, but as yet no scores were in evidence. ®hir (Quarter Prescott kicked off. Phoenix returned the ball ten yards. Repeated line plunges on the part of Phoenix netted a gain of fifteen yards. Levy roped in a Phoenix pass and Prescott started for the goal. Merritt and Levy plugged the line for ten yards. A pass Merritt to Crawford, netted twenty yards. A line buck and another pass to Crawford placed the ball on 54 the two-yard line. Merritt plunged through center for the only score of the game. In the try for goal the hall struck the bar and went wide. Prescott kicked and Brooks returned the hall for twenty yards. Geare punted to Merritt. Prescott failed to make yards, and Merritt punted to Brooks, who re- turned the ball five yards. Phoenix lost on downs at the eighteen-yard line. The quarter ended with a pass and a four-yard plunge by Merritt. Jmtrtb (Quarter Prescott was forced to punt. Brooks and Geare by an alternate series of line plunges netted a total gain of eighteen yards. Phoenix, however, lost the ball to Prescott on the six- teen-yard line. For the next three downs Prescott failed to advance the ball. Merritt then made a ten-yard line plunge, and Crawford advanced for twenty-five yards around left end. By a long series of successful plays the ball was carried to the Phoenix three-yard line, only to be lost on failure to make yards. Phoenix punted and Prescott returned the ball to the six-yard line, where they again failed to make the requisite number of yards, and the ball went over to the Phoenix team. By a series of plays Phoenix advanced the ball to the center of the field and there they lost it to Prescott on downs. Mer- ritt made a final sensational twenty-five-yard run, and the game ended with the score of 6—0. ®hank0§iumtg-Sat| (kantr Our third game took place in Prescott on Thanksgiving Day. A crowd of four hundred was gathered to see us at- tempt to vanquish Phoenix for the second time in the same season. The game opened with Phoenix kicking to Prescott. The ball was run back to the center of the field. A forward pass failed. Crawford skirted the left end for a thirty-five-yard gain, and McNulty scored on the next play, a forward pass. Merritt then added another point by kicking the goal. From then on it was just a question of how many scores Prescott could pile up. During the remainder of the game, scores were made by Merritt, Crawford, Levy, Richards and Rell. Crawford and Bell made long end runs, throughout the game, while Merritt and Levy repeatedly plugged the line for long and substantial gains. Bell and Richards are noted for their ease in getting away with every forward pass that was attempted by the Prescott aggregation. Phoenix, nevertheless, was still in the game. Brooks and Johnson making long gains through the Prescott line, 55 while Geare held up his end of the game by making the only touchdown on the Phoenecian's scores. The try for. goal, however, was lost on failure to catch a punt-out. This score was near the end of the game, but Prescott added one more to their score for good measure. The game ended after the ball see-sawed up and down the field and we had accomplished our desire by the score of 43—6. mutd Jniiian Gi amr On December 7th at Phoenix, we again met the Indian School team, and again their superior weight was too much for us, for we lost by a score of 20—0. For the first half of the game we held the opposing team, neither side making a score, but their weight told on us during the last half, they running up a total of twenty points. How- ever. we put them to a great deal of bother to make these same points. The Indian team made five substitutions while the Prescott team played the entire game without a single man being substituted. Our team were still quick on their feet, and the opponents found in no case that they had a snap. Our forward passes were effective for telling gains. Richards and McNulty, and at times Crawford receiving them. Richards, the smallest man on the field, catching the longest pass of the entire game. The forward pass was our only hope, as we could make no gains by bucking the line, which was so much heavier than our own. Still Merritt and Levy made gains more than once which worried the Redskins. In the last quarter we braced up allowing them to score but once, but still we could not overcome their large lead. This game closed the season, much to the regret of the Seniors, who played, perhaps their last game. The showing they made will last, no doubt, as long as the gridiron itself. raamt’a iHraults Prescott Prescott 0 Prescott 6 Prescott 20 Total 52 56 S’nripty JAM sure that we will all agree that there has been noth- ing slow about the P. H. S. Society this year. The first twirl of the Society Wheel this season was given by the girls of the High School who entertained with a masquerade dance, which was, by the way, a Leap Year affair. With many a fluttering heart and also tongue we summoned up enough courage to ask a boy if we might escort him to the dance, adding in a weak voice that we would call for him at eight-thirty. With knees knocking together and hands trembling we reached vainly for the doorbell at the young mans home promptly (?) at the stated time, to escort him to the dance. Costumes of every class and description were seen, Buster Brown, clowns, Indians, Turks, Dutchmen and 'fibers, ’ mingling and having a good time. We danced until the clock striking twelve warned us that our merriment must be over for that evening. Everybody expressed them- selves as having a swell time. ijaUmitf’rtt Sanrr On the twenty-first of October, the boys of the High School tendered the girls a dance to which every one came dressed in ghost costume. Miss Clemens and Mr. Hart cer- tainly took the cake with their “back talk” costumes which made them walk in one direction while they faced the other, simply by putting their masks on backwards. Everybody present was identified by a number pinned to their costume. A great deal of fun was caused after the masks were removed and when one had to seek his partner by the number on her costume. Everybody declared it to be one of the jolliest dances ever given by the school, and it ended at the begin- ning(?) of the new day when all departed, taking an occasional gate on the way home, for the sake of commemorating Hallowe’en. 2 rrrptimt After the strenuous week of First Semester Exes, the stu- dents of the P. H. S. danced away their sorrows at a delightful dance and reception tendered them by Mr. and Mrs. Hart. Delicious punch was served during the evening, and to the strains of the latest waltzes and two-steps, we passed four pleasant hours with “trips upon the light fantastic toe.” 58 £ rninr Party The Senior Class of the High School spent a delightful evening, early in the season with Miss Gale at the home of her sister, Mrs. Leroy Anderson. We had a jolly good time telling fortunes, playing games and the evening passed all too quickly, as all know who have enjoyed the hospitality of the Anderson home. Football Party One of the most enjoyable dances of the entire year was given at the close of our successful football season, in honor of the football squad. Each dance was dedicated to one of the boys on the team, whose nicknames appeared on the pro- grammes under each one of the dances. Ernest Love’s name, by special request, being under the Moonlight Waltz for some unknown reason. As usual, we had a dandy time and ended the dance with a rousing cheer for the best team in the State, that of the P. H. S. g rmnr IDanrr The most successful dance of the season and the one which clearly outclassed all others was the Senior Dance, given in honor of the Juniors just before the beginning of Spring Vacation. Blue and gold crepe paper was draped from the large chandeliers in a very artistic design. However, the main at- traction was the corner where (Jelicious punch was served during the course of the evening. Every one expressed especial delight at the programmes, which were in the form of dainty white booklets with the Class Numerals “1913” em- bossed in gold on the cover. As we expected this to be the last High School dance until the Junior Hop, we wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible, and I am sure that we succeeded in doing so. Dattr? at ($bb jfcllmus iiaU Mr. LeRoy Anderson was a jolly host at a dance given in the Odd Fellows’ Hall to the students of the High School, on the Saturday evening previous to the appearance of our little operetta, “Bulbul.” After an hour and a half rehearsal for the operetta we spent the remainder of the pleasant even- ing dancing. 59 fjiuih £ riuuil ifjaij ISiitr On the evening of the nineteenth of April, Mrs. Leroy Anderson, assisted by Miss Theresa Fredericks and Mrs. Un- derhill, entertained the High School students at “Hesanfosait” camp. The party was taken to the camp in hay wagons. After two hours of enjoyable riding the camp was reached and after a great deal of fun a delightful lunch was served. A big bonfire was then started and games of all sorts were played. Tiring of this form of amusement, the entire party gathered around the fire and songs were sung. Solos by Mrs. Anderson and readings by Miss Gale were especially enjoyed. The ride home was greatly enlivened by jolly songs and yells. The High School wishes here to extend a vote of thanks to Mrs. Anderson for a most delightful time. 60 ®be fmittg fttiut’s Club ALONG-FELT want in the social life of the young men of the High School was filled by the organization of the Young Men’s Club. The club was organized with the idea of opening the way for a Young Men’s Christian As- sociation, and has the moral and financial support of the fore- most business men of Prescott. Quarters were secured at 127 S. Cortez street and through the energy and enthusiasm of the boys the room was soon gotten into good order. The people responded liberally and chairs, books, magazines and furnishings of all sorts were provided which gave the place a home-like look. The rules of the club call for gentlemanly conduct at all times and particularly in the club rooms, where smoking and boisterous conduct are forbidden. The success of the club was instant and in marked contrast to the amuse- ments of the boys prior to this time. It is the intention of the club to purchase a pool table so that this interesting pastime may be enjoyed in better surroundings than heretofore. A subscription list was circulated among the business men who responded liberally and soon raised a sum sufficient to guar- antee the table. The club has, in addition to the regular officers, an ad- visory board of representative citizens consisting of Messrs. E. S. Clark, Leroy Anderson, Leslie Derrick, F. W. Hart and Rev. Jenkins. The club, through the kindness of Mr. Doyle, President of the Yavapai Club, secured the use of the bowling 61 alleys adjacent to the High School and each afternoon bowl- ing is indulged in as a pastime. From all indications the club is destined to fully fill the place for which is was organized. udi? ©. 0. 9X HE O. D. F. is an organization which was formed about the middle of the present term of school to promote the art of dancing. From the first, things were carried out in a business-like manner. A meeting was called, officers elected, and the Monday Club Hall engaged for the purpose of holding monthly entertainments. For the past four months these parties have been held regularly, with the result that all who attended enjoyed themselves thoroughly and look eagerly forward to the next O. D. F. party. Owing to the capacity of the hall, the membership is limited, but quality makes up for quantity. This club is the natural product of a lively and pro- gressive spirit which has always pervaded the High School, and which is becoming more prevalent every year, as is shown by the increased number of social events given by the various clubs and organizations. ®lie (SI.H. H. AT the beginning of the second Semester ten girls from the Senior and Junior Classes organized a sewing club, taking as a name the C. W. X. They meet the first and third Saturdays of every month at the homes of the respec- tive members, where, after about two hours of sewing a dainty luncheon is served. As St. Patrick’s Day drew near, the C. V. X. decided to give a party. 1 hey decorated the Kindergarten rooms and the library and there they entertained fourteen couples with dancing and many other forms of amusement. Later in the evening the girls and their guests proceeded to the library where a table was beautifully decorated in green and white. I here they were served with a dainty luncheon. Songs were sung in the course of the evening. Special mention should be made of the solo with which Prof. Hart favored the com- pany. Mr. Anderson also sang, and after a few jokes and stories the guests were taken back to the Kindergarten rooms where dancing was again renewed until the wee small hours when the party broke up. Everybody expressed themselves as having a “swell” time. 62 SCENE FROM BULBUL OPERETTA lullntl ” SUE to the great success attending the presentation of the operetta “Sylvia” last year, by the High School, this year something more ambitious and in lighter vein was attempted in the production of the comic operetta “Bulbul,” with more than gratifying results. Contrasted with the other home talent productions at about the same time, the work of the High School in “Bulbul far exceeds that of the others, and is a close second to many of the professional perform- ances which have appeared in the city. William Lloyd as the fussy monarch “IAMIT,” scored a signal success, interpreting the part with ease and a manner that won praise on all sides. Miss Grace Cousins in the title role, charmed the audience by both her appearance and her sweet voice. Ernest Love as her suitor was very effective, while .Miss Gladys Fox, as the court chaperon, interpreted the part excellently and also won applause by her vocal solos. Miss Ina Riebeling, a friend of the Princess Bulbul, played another part and her singing was well received. Howard Morrow easily captured the individual laurels of the evening by his rendition of the Spanish song, “La Paloma. accom- panied by Ernest Love and Harold Brisley. For an encore he sang an original parody on “Where the River Shannon Mows.' in which our Hassayampa takes the place of that historic stream. That the operetta was such a grand success is due to the energy and ability of Miss Winnifreda Gale, who had for the past several months devoted almost her entire time to the thorough training of the High School. The success of the operetta is the highest tribute that can be paid her. 64 Zeigler. “Why does Miss Hurley wear such tight gloves?” Rich. “Guess she wants her hand squeezed.” Bumps (at the Laundry). “There’s going to he a dance at the High School.” Manager. How do you know that?” Bumps. Because Don Bell and Howard Morrow brought their shirts in to be washed.” Miss Hurlev. “Give Chaucer's description of the ‘Wife of Bath.’ ” Ed. “Well, she wore long, red stockings, and they didn’t have a wrinkle in them.” During the first scene of “Bulbul,” after the King had just been hit with a cowardly egg, one of the maids was heard to say, hy. William didn’t move.” A Court Gentleman was then heard to mutter, “No, but he showed an awful yel- low streak.” Harold (to Zeigler, who has a forlorn look on his face). “What’s the matter. Zig?” Ed. “lust had a square meal and the corners are rub- bing.” Hear ye! Hear ye! Chemistry students. To whom is this letter addressed? CaOan EeCn, HaOluth, MinneNaHCOs. Miss Hurley. “Evelyn, do you like to read George Eli- ots works?” Evelyn. Oh. I’m not exactly crazy about him but I like his works alright.” Freshie (to Miss Hurley). “What makes Mr. Baker’s jokes so funny. Humor or lack of humor?” Mrs. Lowry, to Squab (who was just returning from the Indian game). “Where’s your baggage, Malcolm?” Squab. I lost it.” Mrs. Lowry. “How did that happen?” Squab. The cork came out.” 66 Skinny (translating in Spanish). “She was fresh and she spread herself all over the chair. Hart. “If this box was heated red-hot, what would happen ?” Jimmie. “You’d drop it.” From McLane’s composition in History. “And they threw up earthquakes around Boston. Clerk. “This book will do half of your studying.” Morrow. “Then give me two of them. Mr. Davis. “John, are you pursuing your studies? John. “I guess so. Dad. I’m always behind. “What’s the funniest joke in the world?” Ans. “Our teacher's joke. George. “What’s worse than a giraffe with a sore throat?” Zig. “Give it up.” Fat. “A centipede with corns.” Rev. Lathe. “Brother Clark, can’t you make your con- tribution for the education of the heathen a little larger next year?” Mr. Clark. “I’ve more than doubled it. I’ve decided to send Homer to college. “Dear sir,” wrote Harvey’s mother, “Please let Harvey learn Latin today. His throat is so sore that he can hardly speak English.” _________ Pete. What shall we do with our sweet girl graduates? Bumps. “Marry them, of course. Ernest. “Why do you call your kimono your banana peel ?” Martha. “Because it’s so easy to slip on. Jack Miller (translating Latin). “Ilaec in Gallia est im- portantus,” said “Hike into Gaul it’s important.” Malcolm (after running three laps in football practice). “Ye gods! My kingdom for a horse.” 67 A iFr?slitr 0 guiltlnqug Oh, that this too solid ivory would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into brains. How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the doings of this class. Fie on it! Ah, fie! ’tis a hopeles task To educate a “mutt.” Things gross in nature Possess me merely. That it should come to this; But two months ago, since I got my first B. Xay not so much, not two, but three. So excellent a mark, that was to this, A Senior to a Junior: so attentive to my studies, That 1 would have “croaked” ere I slight them. Heavens and earth. Must I remember? W hy I should hang on them As if an increase of Ds had grown On my report-card. And yet within a month: Let me think on it. Frailty! thy name is Davis. —(Points to self.) A little month, or ere these shoes are old, With which I tread to school, Like a Freshie, all tears—why I, even I, Oh, piffle! a man with any brains Would have studied harder—learned his Algy. His English. But that is no more like me 'Phan Taft is like Bryan. Within a month Ere yet the salt of most galling tears Had left the redness of my eye, I failed. Oh, most empty head. To write with such dexterity those Exams, My marks, are not, can not be any good. But, though empty my head, I cannot hold my tongue. (Apologies to Hamlet.) J. F., ’13. Miss Adams (in Latin 1). “Ernest, give me the con- struction of a Gallic war vessel.” Ernest. “They are made mostly of oak, except the sails which were made of dressed and undressed skins.” Inquisitive Freshie (to John Davis). “Say, if your nose was twelve inches long would it be a foot?” Mr. Persons (running down track pursued by an express train). “Ye gods! If I can only make the next switch and get on the side-track, I’ll be safe.” 68 Miss Adams (in History). “Why was Marie Antoinette called the ‘Widow Capet?’” Andrew. “Why, she was the husband of Louis Capet.” Inquisitive Freshie (to Prof. Persons). “If a burglar broke into a drug store would the formaldehyde, or the water run ?” ___ Martha. “Why is Love like an oil lamp?” Gladys. “I suppose it’s that old gag about him smoking and staying out nights.” Martha. “Nope. I turned him down but he wouldn’t go out.” _________ “More tough luck,” whispered Don. “Well, what’s up now?” muttered Grace. “You know that Evelyn never sings without her book.” “Ye-e-e-ss.” ‘Well, she brought her book.” Miss Adams. “Why did Caesar reform the calendar?” Irene. “Because they didn’t have any leap year.” A wood-pecker lit on a Freshie’s head And settled down to drill. He drilled away for a night and a day, Finally breaking his bill. Miley. “Let’s go to Shumate’s, Alma.” Alma. “Delighted.” Miley (on arriving at Shumate’s). “You can wait out- side while I go in and get a loaf of bread.” Alma. “? ft ! tt” Bill Miller. “Who is the guy who invented the Geometry Theorems, and signs his name Q. E. D..-' Miss Hurley. “What is the term applied to anyone who signs another man’s name to a check?” Farley. “Ten years, usually.” Miss Adams (in Latin 1). “Millie, what English word is derived from the Latin ‘pax?’” Millie. “Chicken pox. 69 S mutrt mt £ liakrsjirarr Of all the poets that ever wrote. Old William Shakespeare has got my goat, lie coined so many phony words. And there were sure some big absurds That no living person could understand. When William took his pen in hand. Whenever he began to write. W e wrote it heavy and he wrote it light, lie wrote it short and he wrote it long. He wrote of drink and he wrote of song, lie wrote of heroes and he wrote of heroines. And he even stooped to write of queens. He began to write at an early day. When hours were long, with little pay. And finally died, after he was born. At an early hour of early morn. And no one of his genius heard Until he was in earth interred. HOMER CLARK. —14— In the Junior Latin class Prof. Baker told a very funnyf ?) story. Everybody laughed but David. Prof. Baker. ‘‘David, pay attention. Dad. “TTomer. that’s a pretty shabby pair of trousers you have on.” Clark. Yes. sir. but clothes do not make the man. What if my trousers are torn and shabby? They cover a warm Heart.” Homer. “Did you see the fight in the chemistry lab?” Payne. What fight?” Homer. “Sulfite.” Mrs. Hart. “Oh. Frank, I wish we could get a nice old cow, and then we could have all the nice butter, eggs and milk that we want.” M iss Hurley. “ Pis said that Tennvson often spent a whole afternoon on a single phrase. Pete. “That’s nothing. I knew a guy that spent six years on a tiny little sentence.” 70 Miss Hurley. “ here is the home of the swallow.-' Harold. “In the stomach, of course.” Mr. Persons. Malcolm, have you got gum in your mouth ?” Squab. “Yessir.” Mr. Persons. “Take it out. Miley. “Give it to me.” Miss Gale (in singing class). Sing that chorus over again. You didn’t come in wrong in the right wrong place. Ernest. What would you do if 1 threw you a kiss.-' Martha. “I’d say that you were the laziest kid I ever saw. Miss Hurley. When was Christ born? Clark. On the twenty-fifth of December, forty-seven B. C.” Mr. Hart (at dinner). Ah! Now for the chicken. Mrs. Hart. “Here’s to the chicken from Indiana. Quack! Quack! Martha (sobbingly). “Did you know that Ernest was dead?” Mary. “No. What was the trouble? Martha. Well, you see. we were all seated around the bonfire at the coasting track, and Howard remarked that ‘smoke followed beauty.’ Mary. “And what of that? Martha. “Then they had to shoot Ernest to keep him from coughing to death.” Mr. Hart's favorite saying: “Indiana is a good place to come from.” Mariam (looking at photo-proofs). Do you mean to tell me that 1 have such an ugly nose as all that.-' Mr. Bate. “My apparatus doesn’t lie. Mariam. “Then for goodness sakes get one that does. 71 Freshie. “I seen you sing in ‘Bulbul’ last night.” Ernest. “What’s the matter with your grammar. Don't you know better than to say, ‘I seen?’” Freshie. “But, I did see you. I couldn't hear you.” Miss Adams. Edwin, can you tell me who Nebuchad- nezzar was?” Edwin. “Sure. He was the greatest of the Babylonian kings, and because of his connection with the Hebrews he got a write-up in the Bible.” Mrs. Love. “When Ernest fell in love with Martha he got it in the neck.” Neighbor. “How’s that? Did he get turned down?” Airs. Love. No, but he started in to wash it.” Miss Adams (Latin 1). Who can tell me the rules for accent in Latin words?” Jim Smith. “I can ; words of two cylinders have the ac- cent on the first cylinder, and words of three cylinders have the accent on the antepenult.” An on-looker. Don't you think all the Juniors acted well in their play?” Martha (absent mindedly). Yes, 1 think lie did well. too.” Morrow. “Ah! my boy, when I played the part of ‘Hast- ings' in she ‘Stoops to Conquer.’ it took the audience five minutes to leave the theater.” Bill Miller. “W hat was the matter. Was he lame?” Miss C lemens (in Botany), “ft is an easy matter to tell any kind of trees bv their bark.” Harvey. “Can you tell the various kinds of dogs that way, too?” Mrs. Cowan. “W hat are you doing, Martha?” Martha. “Knitting. I heard Ernest say that he'd have to buy a new muffler for his auto, so I thought I'd knit one as a sort of a surprise for him.” 72 Dave. “How’s your insomnia, Squab?” Malcolm. “Worse and worse. I can’t even sleep when it is time to get up.” ___________ Jack. “What does your father do?” Mason. He’s a piano finisher.” Jack. “Does he polish them or move them?” laflfyfctlH If Mary went for a boat ride, would Mor-row? If Martha is serious, is Love Ernest? If the creek was deep, would Wallingford? or Brink- meyer? or would Lloyd Leep-er? If the Juniors were racing, would Baldwin? If the Hart ached, would Howell Payne? If Miss Hurley’s temper were sufficiently raised, would Professor Baker? or would Irene Cook her? If Martha is a Cow-an Myrtle a Wolf, is Evelyn a Fox? Mr. Persons. “Jack, what do you mean by such lan- guage? I never heard the like since I was born.” Jack. “I guess there was a whole lot of cussing around alright when you were born.” Don. “Why does Bill Lloyd shut his eyes when he is singing.” Zeigler. Perhaps he has a tender heart.” Don. “I don’t get you.” Zeigler. “Maybe he can’t stand to see us suflfer.” John Davis (in Algebra). “If an athlete plays summer baseball and is called a professional, is an athlete who washes dishes a discus thrower?” Persons. “Johnnie, if you don’t study how do you ex- pect to read and write when you grow up?” Johnnie. “I’m going to do like the teachers do. Make the pupils do it.” Pete. “Say, George, give me a cigarette.” Fat. “I’ve been waiting for you to go away so that I could take one myself.” The cousin of a certain young man was heard to remark: “Gee! I hope I’ll be a Bell(e) some day.” 73 Miss Hurley. “What is a periodic sentence?” Chas. (knowingly). “Oh, five or ten years in Sing-Sing.” George. “Say, Lloyd, have you got a second to spare?” Lloyd. “Sure, what is it?” George. “Come here and tell me all you know.” Miss Hurley. “Chas. what was Ben Jonson?” Chas. “He was one of the brilliants in the literary sun- burst of the Elizabethan Age.” Ijmtk! Simtk! If Frank Foster, who can afford to own a Ford, cannot ford a ford with a Ford, how should he travel? Overland, but never fly Norwalk. If the National lacks a wheel, what does the Cadillac? If the beautiful American were found missing, would you say her carburetor? If the “White hope” were angry, would he Lambert? When Franklin got too much Crow, and began to Fire- stone by the light of the Moon, a cop took a Schacht at him, and Marion did the Marathon and seemed to Speedwell until he came Nyberg, when Matheson, the Peerless Rambler, nailed him and together they did the Glide to the Penn. Mr. Persons (in History). “Charles, give me an ex- ample of something that would go as first-class freight.” Chas. (who is deeply in love). Oh, a diamond ring or-----” Gladys (translating from Gil Bias). “Saying this, he arose and gnawed at my moustaches, and he turned his back on me.” News item, found after a Freshman program: “The second Freshman Program was rendered yesterday. The Seniors were awakened by Miss Clemens’ ‘Excused.’ ” Miss Hurley. “What kind of a life did Hamlet lead?” Pete. “A dog’s life.” Miss Hurley. “How’s that, Peter?” Pete. “He was a great Dane, Wasn’t he?” George (hunting jokes for the “Annual”). “Say, Ed, do you know any jokes.” Ed. “Well, I know you and Bill Lloyd an—” 74 Jack. “Say, do you know the meaning of the word ‘Martha?’ ” Homer. “No. What does it mean?” Jack. “Ruler of the household.” Homer. “Poor Ernest.” Stranger. “What was that play given last night?” Bell. “It was: ‘She Stoops to Conquer, or the Mystery of Two Pigeon Inn.’” Stranger. “What was the mystery?” Bell. I think it was how did the audience stay until the last act.” Mr. Hart (in Physics). “Charles, if a person puts his tongue on a piece of cold iron, why will it freeze there?” Chas. “Well you see, the iron conducts the heat away from the tongue and when it gets cold enough it freezes to the iron.” Mr. Hart. “Yes, the metal takes the heat from the tongue.” Jimmie (who has tried the experiment). “And also the skin.” Juniors (to Mr. Hart). “Dear sir: We are indebted to you for all we know.” Mr. Hart. “Stop, I pray you. Don’t mention such a trifle.” Miss Adams, noticing Gladys idle in the study room, said, “The devil always finds something for idle hands to do. Come here and let me give you some work.” Mr. Hart. “Well, Miley, you were not present yesterday. Were you absent on account of the inclemency of the weather?” Miley. “No, sir. 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