Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1914 volume:

Ut li r % a a g a y a m p p r HASSAYAMPA RIVER CROSSING IGrijrnfc of (Tl|f asaaiiamprr c= (f Thy mystic power, oh tumbling stream. Has wondrous effect on men. For if they drinl( thy waters clear And journey ever so far. Even to the ends of this old World, Or beyond to the dimmest star, Something urges, something pleads. With these enchanted men. Calling them back, each single one. To thy pine-clad banks again. glfrr aBaapmprr W. D. BAKER (gfrg jjagaagampfr «CAP” BAKER who in his quiet and unassuming way is constantly striving for the betterment of the schools of Prescott w On? g S a a a a h a m p r r Jfrnm tin' tEititnr’s ru The “Hassayamper’ is the third annual to be issued from Prescott High School. The first two were called the “Blue and Gold.” The class of ’14 has taken the liberty of changing the name, believing “Hassayamper” to be unusual, distinctive, and at the same time appropriate for present and future Prescott High School annuals. Why the “Hassayamper”? It is a fitting souvenir of our High School life, and is a memorial left behind by each graduating class. Nevertheless, its true worth does not lie there. The annual is a medium through which the students receive a business, literary, and artistic training. The “Hassayamper” is each year planned, managed, edited, arranged and financed entirely by the Senior class. The work of compiling such a paper extends over many months, but the effort is amply repaid in practical experience. The price of the “Hassayamper” only pays about half its actual cost. The advertisers who support our school make the book possible in its present form. So we must support our advertisers. Discriminate in their favor, that they may consider space in our paper, not as a donation, but as an ad worth while. This year we have a High School building, class spirit, and school spirit. Next year the school will have a much finer and larger building. With the new High School we hope there will grow up a much finer and larger class spirit and school spirit. Lastly, we submit the Hassayamper, hoping that it will meet with your approval. We have done the best we can. We regret that our best could not have been better. uHfr aBaayamypr the srflrr NDKEVV e Baldw n— Cdjtor Howard C. Borrow—Manrccr Mabel Llovd-------Artist JCRN ClLIOTT—AsS'T CdITOR Homcr Clark.. ( syT “« I Josh cs Annic Wallingford - Litc raturc Qracc Cousins-Socicty David Levy--Athlctics tiiti ©ttr Jantlty (THEIR FACES) (5 fr t % a b a a tj a w y p r ®ur faculty (THEIR STORIES) ALWARD M. BOSS Thomas Normal. M. M. Manual Training MABEL M. PEGLOW The University of Chicago, A. B. Latin. English and Physical Culture ALICE DUNNING ADAMS F. W. HART P. H S. 1905 University of Michigan, 191 I,A. B. History and German Indiana University, A. B. Mathematics and Science (Principal) MABEL H. JONES Stout Institute Domestic Science EDITH B. HURLEY University of Michigan 1910, A. B. English. Spanish and French MABEL BARNARD Northwestern University School of Music, A. B. Music and Drawing EDW. J. MUELLER German Wallace College, A. M. Berlin University. Ph D. Mathematics and Science NELL CLEMENS Northwestern University, M. S. Commercial and Science Warren Dwight Baker Univeriity of Michigan. A. M. Latin (Superintendent) THE HIGH SCHOOL THAT IS TO BE (5 g IS a a a a � a m p r r Sllje Nnu Jplant BY PRINCIPAL F. W. HART. The main building of the new plant, which will occupy the site of the present high school, will be a three-story building of class “B” construction. All stairs through- out the building are to be fireproof. The corridors and walls of the ground floor and the corridors of the main floor are to be of reinforced concrete and inclose all parts connected with the heating plant. All hoods and chemical closets are fireproofed, and every precaution has been taken to make the building as highly fire resisting as possible. Every attention has been given to easy and unobstructed exits and escapes. From the ground floor there are five exits in four directions; from the main floor, five exits in two directions; and from the second floor, two exits to the front and two to the rear. The ground floor is occupied by the main floor of the auditorium and gymnasium, which, when seated to capacity, will accommodate six hundred people. The stage is designed to handle all entertainments and exercises offered by the school. The general locker rooms for students’ wraps, hats, books, etc., together with the gymnasium lockers, showers and shower rooms, general toilets, and fan room are located on the ground floor. On the main floor is the office of the principal, the reception room, teachers’ room, and emergency rest room. The science laboratories, chemical, physical, biological, and the general lecture room, together with private workrooms and supply room, are located on this floor. The assembly or study hall, with a seating capacity of two hundred, occupies the central part of the third floor and is directly and conveniently connected with the general recitation rooms. The following class rooms are provided on this floor: English, History, Modern Language, Latin, two Mathematics, and three Commercial. The rear of the lot will be graded and finished after the fashion of an open-air theatre, with a permanent seating capacity of seven hundred and space to accommodate, in case of public gatherings, an audience of 2000 or more. Circling the pit there will be a running track, which will measure ten laps to the mile. The space inside of the track will be given to four courts which will be available for tennis, basket-ball, baseball and field sports. The Manual Training and Domestic Science building, a two-story structure, will stand on the northwest corner of the Washington School lot. The Manual Training Department will occupy the main floor of the building, and in place of the cramped conditions now endured the boys will have a large bench room, a lathe and mill room, a drafting room, a varnishing room, and a stock room. The second floor will be devoted to the Department of Domestic Science. A large kitchen, a sewing and fitting room, and a Model Flat' will make possible the teaching of every phase of household arts. SENIORS. Z li t ffi a b h a ii a nt p e r mlir ffiatifiaunutpr r i (Ihf ffiafisaijantpr r HAROLD BRISLEY “Nature hath framed strange fel lows in her time.” Safi Ba gamy rr a li f IS a b a a u a nt p r r E It r 16 a ns a it a m p r r ulltr Saaaauam rr A TOAST TO THE SENIORS Here’s to the class of one-nine-one- four. May their names in the Halls of Fame so soar That the names of them will gain re- nown In every city and country and town. May their deeds in life be very greai And show of virtue and not of fate. May they shine out for the side of right Just as the beacon for the ship at night. May each one be full of love and trust And all be honest, true and just. And all that is low and wrong detest, But uphold that which is always best. —HOMER CLARK, H4, CONFIDKNTIAL STATISTICS Name Sobriquet Favorite Pastime Favorite Sayings Favorite Books Hopes To Be Will Probably Be Kenneth Aitken Head Marbles and Croquet Splash! Mother Goose Rhymes A queener Fireman Andrew Baldwin Baldy Queening Fresh- men Doggonnit How To Win a Home A bishop Editor of comic supplement Marcella Brink- meyer Brinky Eating Custard Curses! Immensee Politician Chambermaid Clarence Bur- mister Pinkie Athletics For Mercy Sake! When Woman Proposes A man Angel Harold Brisley Bon Bon Tango Gracedear Theory of Evolu- tion Moving picture hero Capitalist Alma Cousins Cos Disturbing the Peace Oh, Rubbish Box of Monkeys Athletic instruc- tor Missionary Grace Cousins Gracie Typing Say,girls. Father’s Check Book Melba II Old maid Homer Clark Senator Swiping Can’t be pub- lished. Pilgrim’s Prog- ress President Evangelist Miley Deming Deming Milking You say you did. A Thousand Ways To Make Money A Rhodes scholar A walking phi- losopher Olive Haisley Peggy Flirting Oh, gee! Chemistry Nurse Married Marguerite Levy Dearest “Slip” I’ll tell you Hamlet Willowy Mrs. Slip David Levy Irish Talking You’re a boob! Trig. Champion bil- liard player Traveling sales- man Ernest Love Cupid Martha Martha St. Elmo Whatever Mar- tha wants Whatever Mar- tha wants Nellie Marshall Nel Loafing Lissenere Intensive Farm- ing A stenographer A “belle” Howard Morrow Hope • Blowing Say, kid Lives of Great Men Caruso Organ grinder Jean Elliott Sheeny Giggling Oh. piffle The Rosary “Toast of Two Continents” Country school- marm Anna Wallingford Wauggle Cooking By Heck Les Miserables Fat Thinner ulfrf lagaauamypr ®lj? g mta (EkfiB ittfltnnj Was there ever such a class? Needless to answer for those who know us. bor the sake of those who do not, we shall relate a few of our accomplishments and let them decide for themselves. In the field of athletics: Behold the football stars from the Senior class, especially David, our captain and all-state quarterback. Then in basketball: The Senior girls’ team holds the championship of the Hi. What is more, the Senior girls furnished four of the best team the school ever hopes to put upon the field. Olive, captain, is “best shot in the state” (Journal Miner), while Alma, the embodiment of perpetual motion, can outdo any opponent. Three of the Senior boys comprised the best part of the boys’ basketball team. Baldy can “put it over them” (and their heads, too) every time. On the stage: Look forward to the time when Grace becomes a concert singer; Ernest, the passionate lover, in a modern domestic drama, and Howard as the American tenor with his ravishing melodies delights the grand opera devotees. Contrary to the accepted theory, our athletic and dramatic accomplishments have not been attained at the expense of scholarship. Intellectually our record is unrivaled. We always have a large per cent, on the “A list;” in fact, some of our class have never seen anything but A’s. We boast of a number of celebrities along various lines: Annie, the “math shark”; Homer, skilled in the art of bluffing; Marcella, our youngest and our brightest; Marguerite, the budding poetess; Miley, brilliant in his own nonchalant way; Nellie, an all-round genius; and Howard, whose opinion of himself we believe to be the highest yet attained; Kenneth is the only good boy in the class. Clarence’s red hair bars him from the honor. There is a reason for everything. Let us look into the past history of the class of '14 and see if we can discover a cause for this unusual ability. Our scientific friends tell us it is due to the process of evolution, but we are more inclined to feel it is a case of “the survival of the fittest.” We have only a few members who began their educational careers together in the old grammar school: Marguerite, Olive, Jean (ladies first), David, and Clarence. How that first grade teacher escaped insanity has always been a miracle to us, for we were precocious infants, if ever there were any. Whether or not the law of cause and effect has anything to do with it, some significance must needs be attached to the fact that ours was the last class to enter the old grammar school and will be the last to be graduated from the old Hi. The next few years were uneventful except for the coming of new members and the departing of others. In that seeming dormant period, however, we were not idle. We were learning in the school of experience, and preparing to start a campaign against “teacherdom” and all that interfered with our independence. We gladly welcomed Grace to our ranks in the third grade and Annie in the fourth. By the fifth grade we had our forces well lined up and somewhat resented the arrival of “the new boy,” Harold Brisley, who recehed too much attention to suit us. It did not take us long, however, to show him it was either “line up” or “get out.” Greatly did we feel our self-importance about this time, and that feeling knew no bounds when we reached the sixth grade. But alas! “Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.” We found ourselves in the hands of a veritable “task-mistress,” a terrible, tall, fierce teacher, who scared us almost to death. She told us we were the OSln l agga amy rr worst lot of youngsters she had ever seen. What a blow to our self-esteem! How we cried whole tubs full of tears over the long arithmetic problems! How we feared the vise-like grip with which she would grab us by the chin, leaving a dimple there (Homer has one yet). To counteract these woes, however, we had the pleasure of initiating several new members: Marcella, Alma, Homer, and Kenneth, all of whom proved themselves loyal supporters of the “insurrectionists.” The experience of that year curbed our revolutionary spirits for a while, but by the time we reached the eighth grade our heads began to grow again. This grade was a memorable one. Tradition says that a member of the eighth grade can domineer over all the other classes. Of this privilege we took advantage speedily. For particulars consult our underclassmen. The girls will recollect how we missed a certain half-holiday and just how we spent that particular half-holiday. The one thing that made us maintain the dignity bf our position was the arrival of Miley, a small, well-behaved, polite preacher’s son. We reached the Freshman year with the distinction of being the best class that had ever come to the P. H. S. Our records will show that we made good this reputation. The four recruits, Evelyn, Frances, Ola and Ernest, whom we enlisted this year, soon proved themselves worthy members of our illustrious class. We began to show our theatrical ability in the Freshman public-speaking exercises. Small, scared Freshmen, we marched up to the stage, knees knocking and faces very pale. However, we always braved the whole sea of indulgent grins, did our “stunts” and escaped without injury. The Sophomore year simply whizzed by—a sign of our industry. We merely existed. That was all. One fact stands out clearly and with credit to us. Our musical and dramatic talents were unearthed, and public demonstration was given when we starred in “Sylvia.” Only with our valuable assistance was Miss Gale able to pull off that operetta with brilliant results. Another fact stands out clearly and with credit to Nell. She joined our class. As Juniors we were a lively bunch. That old classic, “She Stoops to Conquer,” was presented in a novel and original manner. This play was exciting for everyone concerned. “The Junior Newspaper was the first of its kind and a great success. 1 hen the Junior Prom, “a thing of beauty and a joy forever,” came as a culmination of the year’s events and was a fitting climax. In the events preceding this grand ball several of our members gained reputations hitherto not accredited to them. The boys showed an astonishing willingness to work and portrayed a keen sense of the artistic; while some of the girls—enough said! We mustn’t forget to mention the two worthies, Baldy and Howard, who fell in line in the Junior year for graduation with this estimable company. The class also underwent other alterations, which were not so favorable. Three girls, Frances, Evelyn and Ola, left for other schools at the end of this same year. The Senior year has been a grand finale to our notorious career. We have indeed been model Seniors, always leading in scholarship, and always leading in deportment (of a certain kind). We show lots of class spirit; this, too, of a certain kind. We work industriously. We are good to the Freshmen. By our class parties we promote good-fellowship. True, the girls do like to get together and “crab,” but then—! In short, we are the most beloved of all classes, and the teachers show strong feeling about our leaving the P. H. S., because we are such—. Good Night! O. and J. Collaborators. 5It| f IS a fi n a tj a m y c r BY PRINCIPAL FRANK W. HART. This year marks the beginning of a new era in the efficiency of our school. When “The Hassayamper” comes off of the press, ground will have been broken for the erection of what we believe to be the most modern and efficient high school plant in the Southwest. For this we owe a debt of gratitude and a sincere expression of thanks to the good citizens of Prescott and to our very progressive Board of Trustees, whose unanimous efforts and unfaltering energies have made possible to every child of the Hassayampa educational facilities surpassed by none. However good our record may be, whatever we have wrested from the brow o! Learning in the past, it marks but the beginning. The old Territorial Capitol Building which has housed us since our birth has served us well, and we look with pride upon our graduates who have gone out from its doors. It has served us so well, in fact, that we have long since outgrown it and now we watch with reverence, but with joy, its crumbling walls give place to the realization of our dreams, a building of beauty and efficiency, a landmark of progress and a monument to learning. May it forever stand in the hearts of every member of the Clan of Hassayampa as an inspiration and as a means to the realization of the highest and best in man. And may we carve upon a tablet of bronze and mount upon her walls this inscription: w. The purpose of this school is to develop 1. self-supporting men and uuomen of uuhom The uuorld may says I am belter for your having lived. JUNIOR CLASS 4 a it in e li u a a n $ a ij $ 4 jitiucfiGasu ig jijj?) (Sljg ffiaanauampgr 3mttora All through the universe are floating millions of bodies known as dark stars. Some of these stars after years of obscurity (when brought under the right conditions) burst forth with a dazzling brilliancy, which startles the world; but this brilliancy is not permanent. The class of ’ 1 5 might well be compared to one of these stars, if their brilliancy was permanent. Through our Freshman and Sophomore years our career was far from meteoric, but we were merely climbing the rounds, preparing for the burst of speed which we have so unexpectedly developed in our Junior year. Modestly we call attention to a few of our achievements: Four of the five boys in our class distinguished themselves on the gridiron and won their monograms. In basket-ball—ask the Seniors, they will probably hesitate before they answer, but the answer will surely convince you of the truth in the old proverb, “He who laughs last laughs best.” In local dramatics we have established a new standard by presenting “Cupid at Vassar,” the most finished production ever given by a high school class. In the operetta we boast of two principals. I he pull-together spirit which prevails in the Junior class is one to be envied by other classes. Lastly, remember, although we were dark stars, the brilliancy which we have acquired shall not lose its lustre. . ’15. uliip % agfianampf r 31)? Ktuirk?r You see him out at every game. The man who knows it all; And whenever things look squally You hear the knocker bawl, “The punkest work I’ve ever seen. Who told them they could play? Our team is surely on the bum. That’s all I’ve got to say.” He can’t distinguish flies from strikes, A safety from a punt. But he tells ’em when to work a pass Or when they shouldn’t bunt. Whenever our opponent scores A touchdown or a run, “The game is lost!” the knocker cries, “Our trouble has just begun.” Where’er he goes he takes along His hammer strong and trusty. And knocks most everyone he knows With a voice that’s loud and lusty. He never sees the sunny side Or takes things with a smile. Or stops to say a helpful word. Thinks it’s not worth while. We all can name a lot of men Who love to bark and growl. Who, when their luck is running bad. Are always quick to howl. But are we sure that on the list Of those who knock with glee. No man who knows us as we are Can number you or me? —Genevieve Harkins, ’15. 31)? $must?r Oh, here we have the booster. With his loud and lusty yell. That can be heard thru’ battle’s din. When things aren’t going well. He is the backbone of the team. The power behind the squad; He’s always there with a helping hand, A cheery smile or nod. E’en tho’ the team has lost or won. E’en tho’ the price is paid; He is the one who helps along The down-and-out brigade. Then here is to the loyal booster. To his exhorting cry; Let all the school be boosters. And the game will never die. —Howard Morrow, ’ 1 4. a h p iii a a g a i| a in p r r ’Tis! ’Tis not! 'Tis, too! ’Tis what? ’Tis Sophomores! The class of 1916, although it has decreased in numbers, has increased in honor and knowledge. We have had a fair representation on the “A” and “B” lists throughout the year. Members of the class have won individual honors in the various branches of athletics and, also, in theatrical performances. We fully believe that we have lived up to our class motto, “Climb, though the rocks be rugged.” FRESHMAN CLASS (HI?? SaBBanampgr Never in the history of P. H. S. has the south side of the assembly room been more verdant in hue than this year. In other words, never has such an inexperienced and youthful a Freshman class as that of 1917 entered the school. The Freshmen may well be divided into three parts, the little “Fresh,” the littler “Fresh,” and the real tiny “ babies.” Nine-tenths of them are in knee trousers or short skirts—but judge not their nerve by their age and size. They are positively brazen. Majestically they stalk up to the reading table, deigning to sit beside worthy upper classmen. Fearlessly they approach the literary bookcase, in the sacred territory of the Seniors. Yes, they are bold and curious also. Beware, Freshman! many a too inquisitive babe has had his ardor dampened. Frankly, though, we see a bright future for '17, providing they do not become too indiscreet. They are enthusiastic and willing, and should grow in wisdom and experience until they become a Senior class “Worthy to be remembered.” (T hr Ifiaiuuujamy rr a h r % a b a a n amyrr “(Ettpiii at Bassar” This year’s annual Junior play proved to be the most successful dramatic produc- tion yet staged by the High School. Contrasted with the Junior plays of former years, “Cupid at Vassar” far exceeds the others. Some of the character portrayals were worthy of professionals. I om Marks as a shiftless “black” philosopher, was one of the hits of the evening, Howell Payne as a wealthy and conceited, yet empty-headed young broker, was very convincing. Don Bell acted the hero in a most winning way. Gladys Fox and Gene- vieve Harkins were equally well received as the charming whole-hearted college girl, and the spiteful jealous half-sister, respectively. Th signal success of the play was due to the combined abilities of Miss Peglow and Mrs. Hart, who carefully coached the Juniors for many weeks. CAST. M rs. Carol!, a widow ......................... Kate Newton, her daughter...................... Wanda Caroll, Kate’s half-sister............... Amos North, an amateur broker.................. John Willett, a young architect................ “Shiny,” a lazy darkey......................... Hank Gubbin, the hired man..................... Miss Page, a chaperon at Vassar................ Martha Cowan .........Gladys Fox Genevieve Harkins ......Howell Payne ...........Don Bell, .........Tom Marks ......Oliver Nelson Marguerite Hartman Sally Webb ..... Alice Worth .. Polly Snow ...... Mattie Hart ..... Helen Conway... COLLEGE GIRLS. Dorothy Hartman Muriel Tucker Annie Richards .. Melita Meade ..Mary Richards CRAND FINALE OF “THE DRUM MAJOR aaaauamprr Srum Mn or When the dress-rehearsals for a Prescott High School operetta are announced the public in the popular phraseology of the day—begins “to sit up and take notice” because it knows a real musical treat is in store. “The Drum Major” was in no sense a dis- appointment; the music was catchy and the acting, in many instances almost professional. The operetta portrayed the First Empire and the soldier boys in gay uniforms singing their martial songs made the usual popular appeal. The leads were well taken. Gladys Fox as Babette, the “simple village maid,” was artless and charming; while Melita Meade acted the part of Clarice, the gay Parisian beauty, in a captivating manner. Howard Morrow’s poise and clear tenor suited perfectly the role of Sergeant Lereau. Tom Marks was a clever Drum Major, and his interpretation of Jean’s role won him much applause. Andrew Baldwin played the part of Marcel, the prominent citizen, with just the right amount of bombast. Two of the most pleasing musical numbers were “Twilight Falling by the quartette and “One Little Bird Built a Cosy Nest,” a duet by Babette and Jean. The citizens of Prescott have been taught to expect something good in High School entertainments and it is the general opinion that “The Drum Major” met their expec- tations. The operetta was staged by Miss Barnard, the musical director of the Prescott schools, who gave the better part of her time for ten weeks to drilling the principals and choruses. g h f a c s a ii a m ji r r (SJ r % a a a a u a tit p r r § amty One would naturally think, after observing the brilliant literary productions ana displays of these pages, that the P. H. S. students had little or no time to devote to society. But that is a grave mistake, because the busiest students generally have more time to give to good times, than the less studious ones. No matter how hard we are working, we can always find time for a “jolly-up” or any other form of a social function. A glance at the following will prove that the P. H. S. students are by no means “slow” when it comes to society. This year the high school boys opened the society doors with a very jolly dance, given in the High School Auditorium, September 30. The teachers and students had their first real opportunity to become thoroughly acquainted with one another, and every one made the best of the occasion. The hour of midnight came all too soon, and with much regret we danced the last dance to the familiar strains of “Home Sweet Home. FOOTBALL DANCE. The evening after the Prescott-Phoenix game (particulars given under Athletics) the Athletic Association gave one of the most successful dances ever recorded in the annals of the Prescott “Hi.” The dance was given in honor of the home team, visiting team, and rooters. A livelier or jollier crowd would be hard to find in any school. Introductions were cast aside, and everybody acted as if they had known each other always. Better school spirit, than had ever before been manifested at a Prescott- Phoenix school gathering, was put into full play, and we hope that it will continue to be so in the future. Good music and delicious punch also helped to make the occasion linger in the memories of those present for many weeks afterwards. The dance ended with three cheers for both teams. SENIOR GIRLS’ PARTY. Oh, joy! Oh, rapture! and various other exclamations were uttered by all the students on January 16, this day having ended the first semester of the school year. In honor of the occasion the senior girls gave a most delightful party to the faculty and the Senior boys. Old-fashioned, progressive games proved to be a great delight to all. Dainty refreshments were served, and dancing enjoyed until it was twelve by the clock. (51j t iSi a h a a ij a nt p t r PANCAKE FLIP. A most delightful evening was spent in the chemistry laboratory February 6, when the women teachers and senior girls enjoyed pan-cakes and maple syrup. One of the teachers, we refrain from mentioning names, set forty-two cakes as her goal. We counted until the eighteenth cake had passed to the great beyond, and then gave up the task. ' A good many stunts were tried with the cake turners and cakes; some of them turned out properly and some didn’t. THE COUNTY FAIR. December 15 was a “red-letter” day for the Prescott Hi. The occasion was the second High School County Fair, which proved, at least from a financial point, to be even a greater success than the one held four years ago. Workers! The Trojans were not in it compared to the students. From senior to freshman, each did his or her part, and the results, well, it is almost impossible to describe that gay and happy throng which filed in and out among the many beautifully and artistically decorated booths in the school auditorium. The most popular booth, according to the readings of the voting booth, was the Alumni, with the Fancywork second. The High School Rube Band, the Spanish Trio, vocal selections, and clowns helped to furnish much amusement throughout the entire evening. The citizens of Prescott are always a loyal support to the school affairs, but on this occasion they seemed to more than double their support. By all indi- cations they are already looking forward to the next County Fair, which we hope will be a far greater success than the two previous ones. (T r % a fi b a u a nt p r r FACULTY TEA. The faculty gave a most charming tea on February 22 to the senior girls. Red and white table decorations were cleverly carried out; original verses on the place cards proved to be a source of great merriment; chafing-dish “goodies” just hit the right spot. Music and story telling helped to make the evening pass all too quickly. BASKET-BALL DANCE. The “Hi” students were certainly elated on the evening of February 28. What was the cause of all the hilarity? It was simply this: The second victory of the basket- ball teams over the Winslow teams. In honor of the occasion the school gave a dance to the two visiting teams and the two home teams. The Winslow players were game losers; they certainly took their defeat in the right spirit. Although we had only a couple of hours for dancing, everybody surely made the best of it. No one was shy or timid about “hesitating.” After the dance the four teams enjoyed a bountiful banquet at the Owl. SENIOR BOYS’ PARTY. On January 23, the senior boys tendered the senior girls the most enjoyable dance ever recorded in the annals of the P. H. S. The dance was simple and informal in character; in fact, it was so very simple that everything savoring of elaborate preparation was conspicuous by its absence. The waltzes and two-steps were —??xx; the tangoes were simply x x x ! ? ; the hes-i-ta-tions were !-z-x; and, by the way, some of the senior boys are still hes-i-ta-ting; as to the Home, Sweet Home, it was unique. The girls voted the affair the most novel and original which they had ever attended. ® lj r a b s a it a m p r r ffiaasanam p r r ®g tty ityut (A Friday Monologue) Yes, ma’am; I finished the kitchen floor and I'm on the pantry now. Oh, there goes a bottle! “Yes, 1 thought it was vinegar. “No, 1 wouldn’t have it in the house either. Not for the world! I've known of too many sad cases from------ “I know; some women talk more than they work, but I can work on just as fast when I talk. As I was fayin’, I’ve known of too many sad cases. There was Mrs. Jackson, or rather her husband. Did you know Mrs. Jackson? “Well, we knew each other, bein' as we were both workin’ women and supportin’ the family ourselves. Only my husband was dead (that was before I married—before Johnny Craig married me), and her husband—he wasn't dead. Her husband, Jerry he was a fine sort; so good to his wife and family and prosperous, too. He was one of those rare creachurs you can call a man. Sometimes he made one hundred dollars a month. You see, he was head waiter at the California club. These head waiters are mighty smart. Soon as they set eyes on you, they know all about you: how much money you’ve got; what you do--------everything. I heard “Bucky” Haskel (he’s from Berkeley, you know) tellin’ his mother how he went into his club once and, in all soberness, ordered a soup-sandwich. The waiter didn’t crack a smile. He was onto everything. Well, Jerry wasn’t any----exemption. He could take a tray full of stuff on each hand and steer around as pretty as a tango-dancer. All the assistants used to take lessons from him in the fine points of the waiter business. Everybody liked Jerry, too. He was a cheerful fellow and not overly conceited. “No, I can’t go an over-conceited person. “Jerry was awful nice round home. I lived next door for awhile. He’d come from work at night and the children would always run to meet him, and his wife was always standin in the doorway watchin for him. They weren’t much like the rest of us workin’ folks. Jerry hoped to get a better job some day, and they were plannin’ to send their children to college, the boy and even the girls. “The nicest thing about Jerry (then I mean) was that he was sober. He never drunk a drop, and he livin’ in California, too. “Some people seem to be so lucky and so nice and all-round-perfect that you think there’s simply nothin’ wrong with them. That was the way the Jacksons appeared; but those kind of people generally most always turn out to have more troubles than any of us. “My brother (his name’s Ethelred) was assistant waiter and he knew all about Jerry. Ethelred was next in line for Jerry's place. There was an old bachelor at the club and he had to have his tea and toast in his room every morning. He was an awful crank and nobody hankered after the job of waitin’ on him. Ethelred fell heir but he pawned the work off on Jerry, unbeknown to him. Ethelred never was a saint. “Jerry never supposed for a minute but that he could satisfy the old bear without half tryin’. Now, I’m a strong believer in-a-a-a-forewarnin’s, and Ethelred said that that first morning, when Jerry was carryin’ the tray of tea and toast dexteriously up the stairs to the bachelor’s room—Ethelred said that the tray slipped as Jerry was turnin’ the corner at the top of the steps and the whole caboodle crashed down on the stairs below. S1? r i§ a b s a u a m y r r Course, everybody come to see what was the matter, and Jerry lost a lot, in fact, most of his confidence on account of everybody knowin’ about his awkwardness. My brother helped him clean up the debris. Now, old man Brown (that was the bachelor’s name), he began to kick first thing. Jerry said he would try and please him next morning, but Brown raised a fuss then, too. That s the way it went on every morning. The tea was always either too weak or too strong, and the toast was either too pale or scorched to charcoal. It begun to weigh on Jerry and his wife didn't know what was the matter. He hadn't any interest in his home any more only for a place to eat and sleep. Once he told Mrs. Jackson that there’s wasn’t any use tryin’ to please old Brown; he was a hopeless grouch. If he had only stuck to this, it would have been all right. Well, one day Jerry hit on a happy scheme. He got an el tosto and an electric tea-pot for the old man and sprung it on him one morning. He thought Mr. Brown would have to be satisfied if he made his own dope and maybe the old fellow would see the funny side of it all himself. Jerry had a smile on his face when he took the new dubizzes into Mr. Brown’s room. Of course, the old man was terribly surprised to see Jer.y smilin'. When he found out Jerry’s new scheme, he fairly blew up. Ethelred was in the next room and heard it all. He said Jerry was stark still for about five minutes. Then he raised up the tray with all the junk on it and jammed it down on old Brown’s head. ’’Nobody who heard about it couldn’t blame Jerry. It was more than a human bein’ of his temperature could stand; but he knew he had lost his job and didn’t wait to be told. He simply grabbed his hat and went. Ethelred was always one to be around when things are goin’ on. He followed Jerry and he says he never saw a man walk so before. He didn’t know where he was goin’, but finally ranted down to Peach street. This leads to the slums and there’s a long string of saloons here. You know men go in sort of off-hand like and come out sort of soused looking. Ethelred saw Jerry go in one of these places. He didn’t know what went on in there, not havin’ gone in himself. We saw Mrs. Jackson standin at the door as usual that evening and the children were watchin’ for their father, too. When it begun to get dark, they were still waitin’ and Jerry sort of wavered up the walk home. The youngest child, a little girl, she run to meet him and took a-hold of his hand just as usual. The boy was older and he knew better. You know, every youngster thinks his father’s a hero. When he suddenly gets wise to it, it’s awful sad. They’re never real carefree happy again. I think what hurt Mrs. Jackson most was to see how the kid was ashamed of his father. She was a proud little woman and, as I remarked before, not like the rest of us workin’ folks. I reckon she hoped Jerry would settle down after his little spree. Lord knows what she thought when she heard about him losin his job! Next day Jerry hunted for something to do all day but couldn’t scare up a thing. Ethelred come home and told me that he heard a man talkin who had been in a saloon and seen Jerry. Jerry was tossin’ off glass after glass of whiskey and cursin’ old Brown between every swaller. He went through this same rigamarole day after day; first huntin a job and then amblin down to Peach street to drown out his worries in liquids. Mrs. Jickson begun to take in sewin’ and they moved to a little old house nearer Peach street and the slums. Jerry had got the habit sure and quick. And to think: it used to be that the other waiters were always tauntin’ him ’bout bein’ a tee-totaler. Once or twice he found some work and sobered up for awhile, but these spells didn't last long. Mrs. Jackson worked like mad, and the children never really knew regular poverty. She still had ambitions to send them to college and would have done it, too, if her strength had lasted. I only seen her a few times then, and she looked bad. Once I heard she was awful sick. I went down to her house and the children let me in. They said that □I l| g ffiaggauamyrr mamma was tired and wasn’t goin’ to work that day but ‘jes rest.’ I sort o’ helped all I dared. The family sure needed it, but Mrs. Jackson had always been terribly proud. Jerry got scared and left off for awhile. He immegutly begun to rant around and declare that his wife mustn’t sew. She didn’t have to. He was a strong man and well able to earn all the livin’ they needed. Pretty soon Mrs. Jackson was up and at it once more. Jerry went under again just as deep as ever. “Ethelred had got Jerry’s old position as head waiter. He had to put up with Mr. Brown, but it didn’t worry him any. He is entirely different dispositioned from Jerry. People thought he was as steady as a clock but 1 know my own brother and I’m a great judge of character. His heart ain’t really any nearer in the right place than Jerry’s. “As I said, I’m a great judge of character, and here’s a couple of little things I seen and heard at places where I work. “Once 1 was at the minister’s house and Mrs. Jackson come to the door. It was just after her sick spell, and I knew that she had come to ask some pay ahead of time for her sewin' or else to borrow some money. Now, the minister’s wife is the kind (g 1? r ig a a s a u a m p p r that has money right at hand to dole out to you on the spot if she thinks you look like you needed it. She smiled real kind at Mrs. Jackson but didn’t ask her to come in. Mrs. Jackson looked at the old lady for a minute and hesitated. Then she pressed her lips together tight and asked in a matter-of-fact way if the minister’s wife wanted her striped silk dress trimmed with the goods cut on the bias. Another time I was at Mrs. Wright’s doin’ the house work. Her daughter supports herself and her mother by bein' a typewriter. Mrs. Jackson come there to see them. 1 knew the Wrights was mighty short on cash, but Jerry's wife prob’ly didn’t know it. They're real people though. They invited her into the ’best parlor’ and chattered friendly with her. Pretty soon 1 heard Mrs. Jackson ask to borrow a little money. Mrs. Wright explanated that they hadn’t any 'change' in the house, but that she could let Mrs. Jackson have enough vittles to last them a few days. Then Mrs. Jackson begun to tell all her grand schemes. They wasn't anything too good for them children of hern. You never heard such high-faluten ideas come from a person with so few hopes. 1 think havin’ some one to tell them to helped her more than money. When she got ready to go, Miss Wright said, ’Don’t you aim a little too far above the stars?' 'Where there’s a will there’s a way,’ was all she said, and we believed her. “It might have turned out, too, but there was an ‘if.’ If she hadn’t gotten sick and died, she might have done all she planned. One day 1 heard she wasn’t expected to live. I went down to their house and the children told me again that their mother was goin’ to ’jes’ rest’ that day. 1 seen it was her last time on earth to ‘jes’ rest.' Jerry was like a helpless child, terribly ashamed of himself but not strong enough to break away from the habit he was chained to. His wife was so pitiful, wantin’ to do so much, but powerless. 1 couldn’t help thinkin’ what she had said, ’Where there’s a will there’s a way.’ But then 1 looked at the children and another proverb come to me, 'Where there is youth there is hope.' ’There is a way,’ 1 said to her. She was lookin’ at the youngsters; so 1 knew she understood my meanin’. “It was the saddest death I ever seen. 1 never wep’ more in all my life! After Mrs. Jackson died, the little girls was sent to an orphan asylum, and the boy got work somewhere. 1 don't know what become of Jerry. Ethelred met him once and offered him money. Jerry said that the account might be settled better in the alley some night. It sure don’t pay to be extra kind to people. All this happened about ten years ago. Jerry's son still lives here and is workin' hard. They say he is mighty queer; don't mix with the rest of the fellows. “I always was a great believer in-in---a---things supernachrul. One day I seen this kid goin’ along Peach street, lookin' mighty like he might go into one of them saloons. A little ways ahead of him an old bloak tottered down some steps. It might have been Jerry, for all his looks was concerned, and 1 saw the kid hurry his steps to get a closer view of the old man. After this you could see that the kid had made up his mind. He stuck his hands deep into his pockets and walked past all the invitin' doors as fast as possible, but you never saw such a hopeless look on so young a face. When he got to the end of that dangrus row of buildin’s, a little girl cut directly across his path in front of him. Her light hair waved out from underneath her hat real pretty. The kid had stopped and was starin' at her. His hopeless look evaporated right away, and when I saw him go up the next street whistlin’, 1 couldn’t help thinkin', 'Where there is youth there is hope.’ Yes'am, 1 charge by the hour and put in my hours. It did take awful long. It was a terrible job. Ho-hum; I'm so weary. Good-bye Ain’t it a perfect day?” JEAN ELLIOTT, '14. all f a a a a ii a nt p t r QIIjp Sob? nf (Capri Chick McDonald was probably the biggest man in college. The coaches pointed to their prodigy with pride; the faculty watched his reports with satisfaction, for Chick was at the same time both a leader in athletics, and a scholar of ability—truly a rare combination. Then he went in strong for society. He had ancestry enough to get in with the highly exclusive New England aristocracy of our college social life. It seems that one of his great, great, great uncles, a worthy Puritan, had been tomahawked into eternity by an Iroquois, which was rather hard on the great, great, great uncle but sufficed to get Chick in with the elite of Cambridge. Moreover, old man McDonald was well endowed with worldly treasures, and Chick was a good spender—generosity is a virtue quickly recognized. But even if he had been poor, unathletic, and a dub in his studies; even if he had been forgotten when the tea and prom lists were made out. Chick would have still been very popular for this reason: Chick possessed a most wonderful, winning personality. When he grasped your hand and looked squarely at you with his frank blue eyes, you simply felt warm and good all over. He seemed irresist.ble to either sex and all ages when he chose to use his magnetic charm. Somebody said, and they scored a bull’s-eye, that wherever he went, Chick could pick the girl he wanted. In spite of Chick's personality and popularity I always had a feeling of resentment against him, after a certain happening. Yet he wasn t wholly to blame, in fact, Christie and 1 couldn't quite agree in how far he was responsible. Chick never heard of this event himself. It is known only to Christie, the girl, and me. Christie Barnes was Chick's pal, and one of my best friends. He came to me very much upset the evening of the day we gave Princeton such a drubbing. He and I had planned to join the festive post-game celebration, but we sat and talked and argued, and finally came to a decision. That evening my feeling of prejudice against Chick McDonald began. Chick played football on the varsity in his sophomore year. Then, as soon as foot- ball season was over, he began training for the crew. Yet all this time he kept his studies A-1. Christie said that Chick ofen worked half the night. When the first semester was over, he had completed two years' work (in a year and a half), but even with his physique, the pace was beginning to tell. He had been breaking down tissue just about two laps faster than his body could build it up, and so his ruddy cheeks became sallow, and his eyes lost their sparkle. His dad noticed it and had a talk with the trainer and then the faculty. As a result. Chick was granted a leave of absence for the rest of the year. Old man McDonald gave him a large sized letter-of-credit, bundled him down to the dock, and shipped him to Europe via a White Star liner. Chick landed at Naples, and with the tourists from the boat, proceeded to do all of the regular stunts. The rest of the story is Christie's. Chick had become acquainted with a jolly party of young people on the boat, and as far as Capri they all traveled together. Thence they were to scatter all over the conti- nent. Some were going to Rome, some to the Italian lakes, others to Germany, and the New York girl with whom Chick had been carrying on a mild flirtation, was going with her parents directly to Paris. Chick planned to remain at Capri a few days longer and enjoy the excellent swimming. He accompanied his friends to the incline railroad that went down the side of the island to the miniature bay below. There a tiny steamer waited to convey the passengers to Naples. Chick and the New York girl lagged a 2 li r ffiasaauanty rr little behind the rest of the party, making familiar “until we meet again promises. As they sauntered along the middle of the quaint half-deserted, narrow, little street which was the business thoroughfare of the village, he took one of a bunch of daisies which the girl was carrying, and pulling off the petals, he began playfully to count them with the time-worn saying, “She loves me, she loves me not. He never dreamed that any of the native shopkeepers would understand what he was doing. As he pulled off the last petal. Chick heard a half-stifled giggle come from a postcard and curio stand by his side. He turned for an instant and saw the laughing countenance of an Italian girl duck behind the counter. Gee I remarked Chick to his companion, they must count daisy petals in Italy.” After his friends had gone down the funicula and boarded the little steamer, Chick decided that he would purchase some postcards, and send them home. Led by curiosity, he entered the shop from whence had come the laugh. He bought six dozen of the in- evitables and looked at everything in the store------because of the girl who waited on him. She was the prettiest Italian girl he had ever seen. Her hair was fine and dark. Chick looked at her cheeks, and thought of the petals of a Killarney rose. Her teeth were like the white coral displayed in the shop, and her eyes—well, Chick had never seen any so beautiful and so full of expression. They were dark olive-brown, and it seemed to Chick as if the girl's soul shone right out through their limitless depths. The girl would scarcely look at him. She waited on him politely, that was all. After exhausting all excuses for lingering, he reluctantly returned to his hotel. After dinner Chick started in to write postcards, but he was haunted by two big olive-brown eyes, and accomplished little. He discovered that there was nothing in the world he needed so much right then as more postcards, and hurried to the little shop. It was closed. Much disappointed, he wandered on towards Capri, until finally he sat down on a rock and smoked. He looked across the narrow strip of the Mediterranean toward the lights of Naples. He watched the flickering glow that marked the crater of Vesuvius, and wondered. Ages had passed since Pompeii had been destroyed, but that old mountain was still there. Then Chick realized his own insignificance. In college he was somebody; in the United States even, he was somebody; but in the world and the passing ages he was hardly more than a measly little worm. Gloomily Chick made his way back to the hotel. He missed his friends, and for the first time felt the melancholy pangs of homesickness. The next morning Chick purchased several coral necklaces, at noon he bought some souvenir spoons, and in the afternoon he was buying postcards again, from the Italian girl in the shop. She spoke some English, just about enough to enable her to wait on American customers. Chick asked her if she would walk with him that evening, but the girl didn't understand. Finally he moved the hands of his watch to eight o'clock, pointed to her, then to himself, and said funicula.” She looked at him half-frightened, then smiled and nodded her head in assent. The little Italian, too, had fallen under the influence of Chick's personality. Half in doubt he approached the incline station at the eighth hour. The girl wasn't quite sure, either, for she was watching from across the street. When she saw Chick, she joined him. That night he won her entire confidence. They walked in the moonlight to the west side of the island and down to the Green Grotto by a steep path. The trail was rugged, and they laughed as they helped each other stumble along. He learned that her name was Maria, and that she had a brother in Boston. Did Chick know Dario, the bootblack with the three chair stand? Sure he did. Dario was one of the best bootblacks in the business. Chick lied glibly, and the web he was spinning (Mig ffiasBaiiantpr r grew tighter. Maria promised before they parted to walk with him the following evening. � The first night Chick won the trusting Italian girl, but the second night came a complete surrender. Hand in hand they climbed past the villas, the homes, then the huts of the peasants, until they reached the ridge of the island. The moon rose over the bay of Naples, and its light shining down upon the Mediterranean was reflected a hundred- fold upon the little island till Capri was bathed in the silvery rays. Chick and Maria walked along the ridge, traversing the thousand-year-old path that led to Tiberius's castle on the highest point of the island. They climbed the ancient ruins until they stood at the very top of the crumbling walls of the lookout tower. Then breathless they sat down on the edge of the cliff to rest. Carelessly they dangled their feet over the edge of the precipice over which, centuries before, the tyrant Tiberius had caused his enemies to be tossed and sent catapulting to the rocks and sea nine hundred feet below. A sheep's bell was tinkling back on the ridge. From the village came faintly the sound of singing. Below, the water was lapping on the rocks. All else was silent, as if overcome by the spell of the moonlight. When you go, Mees—meester Chick? “Tomorrow, Maria. Oh-----1” she sighed. You go, you go tomorrow, Meester Chick?” Yes, Maria. You go America, Boston, Dario?' “No, Maria, Roma, Firenza, Veniza, and then Switzerland. “Oh, you go Sweetzerland? “Yes.” “You go American girl?” No, Maria.” Then you----what you say----oh---you go American Boston, Dario? “Yes, pretty soon then, Maria. “Before you go America, Boston, you come Capri, you come see me, you come Mar a, you come-------.” She began sobbing and fairly melted into Chick's arms. She continued, weeping, You come back, Meester Chick? She jerked away from him and stood poised on the edge of the precipice. You come back Maria? “Yes, I’ll come back. Be careful, Maria! Chick shuddered involuntarily as Maria sat down beside him once more. Before 1 go to Boston, 1 wlil come to Capri to sec you, Chick said. You----what you say----oh!--take me America, Boston! No, Maria, not this time.” ’ I go some day, see, I go see Dario.” Maria fished at the bosom of her waist, and brought forth a long slip of paper. “I give cinque, five lire every, what you say— oh—month. Chick took the paper. He lit several matches and examined it closely. He saw that it was an installment-plan steerage ticket to Boston. Five dollars down and a dollar a month for two years,” he thought. Maria still has eighteen payments to make. Why, that's fine. You’re a very bright little girl, he said. “Si, Meester Chick, vera bright little girl, she echoed, not understanding. How much do you earn, how much does postcard man pay you?” Chick asked. Oh, 1 speak Anglais, 1 speak Francais, si, he pay me seex dollar month, si.” She fairly beamed with pride. hr Ij a 0 a a y a mp r r She stood poised on the edge of the precipice. (ZEijf SiaBBauafflprr Chick handed her back the ticket. Lord, he sighed, you're a wonderful, beau- tiful little girl.” Si, Signor Chick, Dario call me the rose of Capri-----------,” and she nestled closer in Chick’s arms. Chick spent a very restless night. He hadn't intended getting in so deep. He had merely been lonesome, and admiring the little shop girl, desired her company. He hadn’t taken into consideration the Latin impulsiveness. How she had frightened him when she stood on the edge of the cliff I Suppose she had jumped. He would have been accused of throwing her over. That she was in love with him was apparent. What must he do? He must surely leave the next morning. These were Chick’s thoughts. Chick left Capri the next morning. He bade Maria good-bye at the postcard stand. He found her in a little black frock, her cheeks ashen instead of pink as always before. You come back soon, Meester Chick? She looked at him with her big plead- ing eyes. “Yes, Maria.” You send me postcard? Yes, Maria, dear. She took his hand and kissed it. Arriva derche, Meester Chick. “Arriva derche, Maria.” Chick picked up his suitcase and hurried to the incline station. 11. From Italy Chick went to Switzerland, then to France, and from France to England. He sailed from Southampton in July—without returning to Italy. He did, though, send Maria several postcards. Chick returned to college in September, strong and ruddy, much improved by his trip. He played football, was elected captain of the varsity for the following year and resumed his place as the idol of the school. Meantime, in Capri, Maria, the shop girl, watched and waited, ever patient, never doubting that her big American would return to see her. A year passed, a year and a half. The last installment on the steerage ticket was paid, and Maria got ready to go to Dario. She left a note for Chick, and packing her few belongings, took her place in the messy, smelly steerage of a liner bound for Boston. Chick never forgot Maria. A year after he arrived home he told Christie all about her, and the details of what he considered the one romance of his life. After that he occasionally spoke to Christie of Maria. Another school year began. Chick as a senior and football captain reached the zenith of his popularity. He and the coaches were busy planning the football campaign. Sporting sheets in the papers published his picture. Maria arrived in Boston. She joined her brother Dario, and became his house- keeper in the ghetto. She often went to the bootblack stand during the day, perhaps half hoping that she would see Chick getting a shine. On one of these visits she picked up a pink sheet from a vacant chair. She stared. There was the picture of her big American. There could be no mistake. Captain Chick McDonald ’ was printed across the bottom of the picture. Maria stuffed the paper under her coat and, half dazed, went to the tenement house. That evening Dario explained to Maria about the big American game that would be played Saturday between the two great universities. Yes, the man in the picture was one of the players. Yes, he would wear the uniform that he had on. Maria counted the hours until Saturday, and Chick's picture was a shrine at which she worshipped. The day of the game Maria followed the crowd to the stadium. How (51? g a a b a im m y r r and when she got in, Christie didn’t know. But after the glorious victory, when the boys rushed on the field and placed each one of our heroic warriors on their shoulders; when the girls scrambled to the field to congratulate their heroes; when the vanquished were singing their anthem, Christie saw something that all of the others missed. He saw an Italian girl watching Chick as he was borne triumphantly across the field by enthu- siastic friends. He saw something in two olive-brown eyes that made him stop. He saw the poor little dago start for Chick, and then hesitate; she started again; then stopped short and wavered as if about to fall. Christie turned and looked at Chick. The boys had let him down a little, that the girl to whom he was engaged might hug his disheveled head. Maria understood. She walked slowly from the field, her head hanging upon her breast. Then Christie remembered how Maria had stood on the edge of the precipice. She might again be desperate. He approached her outside the stadium and took her by the arm, saying, Are you Maria, Maria from Capri?” Si, Signor, she answered in a startled manner. Perhaps she thought that Chick had seen her and sent for her. Come, said Christie, and he led Maria to a taxicab. On the way to the ghetto Maria sobbed out her story. When they arrived at the tenement, Dario was there waiting for his supper, won- dering where Maria could be. Christie helped her up to Dario's rooms, for she was weak. Dario glanced at Christie suspiciously, and then laid Maria on the bed. He poured a cup of claret for Maria, and motioned for Christie to go. Christie stepped out into the hall, and waited a minute to listen. You been football game, Maria? Si, Dario. That was all the brother asked. Somehow in his hard Italian head he must have connected the picture in the pink sheet, the football game, and Maria's sorrow. America no place for Italian girl, he said. I sella my stand. Nex' week we go back home to Napoli. We buy postcard stand in Capri and maka de money. You be my little girl there, my Rose of Capri.” ANDREW E. BALDWIN, '14. ijagaatiampgr (Flj? Sattgn Sattglefr Gwendolyn Marlowe was sitting alone in her pretty pink and white bedroom, deeply engrossed in the latest novel, when her brother Jack, a handsome, well-built young man, unceremoniously ran into her room, knocking down every piece of furniture in his way, and calling excitedly: Gosh! I’m going to do it, aren't you, Gwennie?” Going to do what? asked the astonished girl. “Learn the Tango,” answered her brother, Bill Johnson says he will teach us. He has had a hard time since he was let out of the bank and will teach us for a dollar a lesson. Cheap enough, so let’s go, Sis. “Sure, I’ll go; but don't say anything about it to the folks. You know Moral Reform committees and Social Workers’ leagues are usually opposed to tangoes.” The dinner bell interrupted all further plans. When they entered the dining room, their parents were already seated at the table and the servants were already serving. During the meal the conversation dwelt on very pleasant subjects. After dinner. Judge Marlowe took up his paper, lit a cigar, and read in silence for a time. Then he said, angrily: Here's Maxine Elliott, giving up her fine art to dance that fool tango. What will become of this world? “Who would ever have thought that the whole world would go so wild over such a degrading dance?” broke in his wife, indignantly. “I shall bring the matter up before the Social Workers’ League tonight. We will see that the Tango does not devastate this town. To think------” “But, Mother,” interrupted Jack, “there is nothing degrading nor vulgar about it. It is danced by the 400. Many ministers approve--------” “Jack,” said the mother, “that is only newspaper talk. 1 know what is proper, it----” “But, Mother------” That is sufficient. Jack. 1 would never let a child of mine participate in such a disgraceful dance.” “1 will also discuss the subject at the Moral Reform Committee tonight, said her husband, and shall see that they petition the City Council to pass an ordinance pro- hibiting this dance within the city limits.” As mother and father went out the door to their respective meetings. Jack and Gwennie exchanged meaning glances. Jack first broke the silence. It makes me tired, said he, angrily. “There is nothing indecent at all about the Tango. They make the same fuss about every new thing that they have not had since S li p a b a a i; a inprr Ancient History. When I go to Dartmouth next year, i'll be decidedly out of it if I cannot dance the Tango. 1 see where we are banished outside the city limits for the Tango we will dance. “You bet we will. Let's go to Bill’s now.” The Moral Reform Committee of which Judge Ebeneezer Marlowe was president, had postponed its meeting. This worthy gentleman, according to his custom, dropped in at the Business Men’s Club, an organization composed of thirty of the most promi- nent business men of Boobsville. Judge Marlowe found everybody greatly excited and on inquiring found that a Tango teacher had been secured for the evening, who after giving a demonstration of the new art, would teach the club members. Before the Judge could leave, the dancer, a handsome young girl, entered and danced the intricate figures of the Tango with such grace and ease that even the most skeptical were held spellbound. Even the Judge had to admit that the dance was not in the least immodest, but on the contrary, very pretty and fascinating. After the demonstration, each member of the club tried the steps in turn. Judge Marlowe first objected to indulge, but when his comrades saw him hesitating, they called. Oh! come on, Old Top; be a sport.” Finally after a great deal of coaxing, our hero was prevailed upon, and stepped forth wearing a funeral expression and. feeling very much like a turkey the day before Thanksgiving. The dance was not as intricate as it looked. After he had mastered a few of the figures, he thought it fascinating and before the evening was over, concluded it to be heavenly. But, he decided, I will not say anything to Polly about it. She is so opposed. Mrs. Marlowe, president of the Social Workers’ League, also went to her organ- ization. On her arrival, a member told her, excitedly: The suffragettes have started a Tango class. 1 understand they are teaching it to raise funds for the next election. We must go there to-night to investigate, said the honorable president, and the whole assembly upon motion duly seconded and carried, agreed upon this proposal. When they had seen the demonstration, the most severe member had to admit that the dance was not in the least demoralizing, but vice versa, very beautiful and attractive. They even decided that it would really be very beneficial for the future physical welfare of the younger generation of Boobsville, and determined secretly to have a Ta ngo teacher, to avail themselves of the opportunity to learn, in order to later teach the younger set free of charge. Their honorable president at first protested vigorously against this plan, but finally, after great persuasion, agreed. But 1 will not say anything yet to Ebbie. He objects so strenuously. Remember, not a word. Every evening for a week the Social Workers and the Moral Reform Committee were obliged to meet in response to the calls of their worthy presidents, Mrs. and Judge Marlowe. Both organizations had business of importance to transact and special meetings had to be called. These meetings pleased Jack and Gwennie, for it gave them oppor- tunity to practice the Tango, little dreaming that the parents were also indulging in the dips, twists, and pivots of that dance. ’ They must be exercising every vigilance with regard to preventing the Tango,” both young people decided. We will have to hustle and learn it before they act. St? f iif a b a a tj a in p r r The May Day Ball, given by the Elks, was one of the greatest social functions in Boobsville. This year it was to be a masquerade. Every one of any consequence at- tended this annual event. The Marlowe family were unusually excited over the affair, and were congratulating themselves secretly that they could dance the Tango, each one thinking of the surprise that they had in store for the other. Each one had kept his own counsel regarding the costumes, except Jack and Gwennie, who unbeknown to their parents, made their plans in collaboration. Sis, said Jack the day before the ball, “if we recognize our paternals, you take Dad and I'll take Mater for a little Tango fling. Maybe we can get them to think our way.” Capital.” That will be slipping one over, all right. Little disappointment was experienced by the elite of Boobsville, for they enjoyed the terpsichorean feature even more than they had expected. After the moonlight, Jack dressed in a sailor's costume, came running up to Gwennie, who represented a sailor lass. I am sure that is Mother in that Mother Goose costume. “But Jack, it couldn't be; that woman has been dancing the Tango all evening.” Oh! you must be mistaken, but I will find out for sure.” Several minutes later he came back, exclaiming, That is Mother. She is certainly a crackerjack at tangoing.” See that Russian Prince there? That’s Father. I just had the best Tango of the evening with him. Seems queer to me how they ever learned it. 1 tell you, Jack, let's make them dance together.” At the next Paul Jones, while the Russian Prince and Mother Goose were dancing the Tango with manifest enjoyment, the music stopped and the floor manager called, “All unmask.” Imagine the consternation of the assembled company when they found that the centers of attraction of both sexes were the presidents of the Social Workers’ League and the Moral Reform Committee. “Ebeneezer!” exclaimed Mrs. Marlowe. Polly!” burst out her husband. But how? when? they both asked. Just then the sailor lad and lass came toward them. “Jack and Gwennie! exclaimed Mrs. Marlowe. Well, well, said the father, laughingly. “This surely has been a 'Tango Tangled'I MARGUERITE LEVY, '14. (Sil r aagaitampfr If arta Smr? Beside a shallow, crystal brook which wound its way through a dewy forest, sat a young girl, as fresh and sweet as the woodland flowers blooming beside the stream, as straight and supple as the young trees, and as beautiful as the rosy dawn just ap- pearing. Her white feet dabbled in the cool water, her hands were folded passively in her lap, and on her face was a dream-like expression, a mingling of joy and love. From somewhere behind her came the tinkling of sheep bells. She sighed softly as one just waking from a beautiful dream; then drawing her feet from the water, and fastening the girdle around the loose gown, she arose. Making her way along a rocky path, she came to a rude shed in which were confined the sheep that impatiently waited to be taken to inviting, green pastures. As she slowly made her way to the crest of a low hill, the words of a pastorale, sung with a lover's ardor, floated to her, and she hastened on with glistening eyes and quickening breath. Daphne knew by whom the song was sung as well as she knew the scene that awaited her. There on a low mound, his flocks peacefully grazing in front of him, sat Lucius, his dark, handsome head resting against the trunk of the tree behind him, his eyes turned to the skies in happy reverie. All day long they watched their flocks together, at noon they ate their scant meal, and at sundown they parted with the promise of another day. When Lucius returned to his hut after the sheep had been made comfortable for the night, he was greatly surprised to find a stranger waiting at his door. Very worn and weary he looked. His clothes were torn into shreds, his hair streamed over his head in wild disorder, his hands were torn and bleeding. In a voice harsh with suffer- ing he asked for food and lodging. Learning that his visitor was wounded, Lucius first insisted upon caring for the wound, which proved to be a deep cut on the shoulder. Then asking pardon for the frugal meal he begged his guest to be seated. It was not long before the two men were deep in conversation; the stranger telling wonderful tales of the outside world, the shepherd listening and asking eager questions. Marcus, as the visitor's name proved to be, told of the war that was then being carried on; how the battles were fought, how men won fame and glory by their bravery. He told him of the long marches, the strange countries, and many wonders of the soldier's life. Long after his friend had sunk into a deep sleep, Lucius wandered about under the stars. How dull and worthless his life seemed! Why shouldn't he go and fight for fame and glory? Even Daphne was forgotten in this wild longing to go to find his fortune on the field of battle. Gill r ffiagfiayamprr The next morning he told his desire to Marcus, who said: I go on a perilous journey, where no one may accompany me, but 1 will tell you where to go that you may fulfill your wish.” He then told Lucius where he could find the general to whom he should make his plea. An hour after dawn Lucius walked down the rocky path on his way to win a soldier’s glory. As he came to the place where he knew, in an hour, Daphne would be waiting for him, he stopped with a half formed resolution to assure her, once again, of his undying love; but ambition conquered, and with a sigh he swiftly continued his descent into the valley. Many and fierce were the battles Lucius fought that winter, and it was a hard earned victory when he gained the long desired promotion, but harder still were the battles fought all alone by Daphne. One day in the spring, toward evening, just as she was gathering her sheep to- gether, a man in full armor on a beautiful black horse rode up to her. He dismounted and stood before her with bowed head. Even in this strange costume she recognized her lover. Her first feeling was of great joy, but as he pleaded for her forgiveness she stood as still and pale as a statue. Believing himself unforgiven, he turned and was sadly mounting his horse when an irresistible longing seized Daphne and she called his name, ever so softly; but the lover heard, and with joy unspeakable turned to receive the maiden—his heart’s desire. MURIEL TUCKER, ’16. hnrt § tnrg (Emtiffit In order to encourage short story writing in the lower classes, and at the same time to profit by the best talent available in the school, the editors this year inaugu- rated a Short Story Contest. All members of each class were invited to submit original short stories. The stories were judged by three members of the staff, upon the points of originality, continued interest, and general merits. The following stories were chosen. —Editor. A 0ubp mt a (Ear (Freshman Class) I say, I wonder why fellows ever ride on street cars. I’ve been all day trying to find out why fellows ever do it. Some men I know, who are in business downtown— C. B. Jones, cotton dealer: Smith Brothers, woolen goods; Brown Company, stock brokers, and that sort of thing, you know, say they do it every day. If 1 was to do it every day, my funeral would come off in about a week. 'Pon my soul it would. 1 rode in a street car one day. Did it for a lark. Made a bet 1 would ride on a street car. 'Pon my soul 1 did. So 1 went out on the pavement before the clubhouse and called one. 1 said, Street car! Street car!” But not one of them stopped. Then 1 saw that fellows ran after them. Played tag with them, you know, as the dreadful little girls do, when school is out. And sometimes they caught them and sometimes they did not. So 1 ran after one; 1 did, really, and 1 caught it. I was out of breath you know, and a fellow on the platform said, Come! Move up! Make room for this lady! By Jove, he did, you know. I looked for the lady. 1 could see no lady and I said so. There was a person behind me with a large market basket, crowded with vegetables and such dreadful stuff, you know; and another with a baby. The person with the basket prodded me in the back with it. And I said to the conductor fellow, 1 said: Where shall 1 sit down? 1 don't see any seats, you know. The seats seem to be occupied by persons, conductor,” said 1. Where shall I sit?” He was rude, very rude indeed, and he said: You can sit on your thumb if you want to. After a while one of the persons got up, and I sat down. Opposite me there were several persons belonging to the laboring class, with what I presume was lime on their boots. Next to me sat a fellow who had been eating onions. I couldn't stand it! No fellow could, you know. So 1 said: “Conductor, put this person out of the car; he annoys me very much. He's been eating onions. But the conductor only laughed, and the fellow that had been eating onions said: Hang your impudence; what do you mean by that? And a fellow opposite said: Put a head on him, Jim.” 1 sup- posed from his tone that it was an expression of the lower class referring to a personal attack. It was very disagreeable indeed. I don’t see why fellows ever ride on street cars. But 1 didn't want a row, you know. A fellow is apt to get a black eye, and a black eye spoils one's appearance, don't you know? So 1 said: Beg pardon, I'm sure. All this time more people of the lower class kept getting on. A dreadful woman with a very dreadful baby stood right in front of me spoiling my view of the street. The baby had an orange in one hand and some candy in the other. Before I knew what she was doing the woman sat that dreadful baby right down on my lap; and she said: “You’ll have to hold him till I find my money.” She did, indeed! Really,” said 1, “I'm not a nursery maid. Then all the people about me laughed. I wonder why fellows ever ride in street cars. 1 should think they would prefer cabs, you know. Pretty soon a young lady got on the car. She was very pretty and just the kind of a girl for me, because she was different. There were no vacant seats in the car, so I got up and gave her mine. 'Pon my soul 1 did. Pretty soon the conductor came along. The young lady looked for her pocketbook, but could not find it. So 1 paid her car fare for her—she said I might. Utfrg ffiaagatjantprr Soon the fellow with the onion smell got up and 1 sat down. We had a very nice talk. She told me her name and Where she lived, and said she would be glad to have me call on her. She did, indeed I The first night 1 went to her house I didn't stop, indeed I didn't. There was a big dog sitting on the porch. He did not look very friendly; so I decided not to take any chances with him. I might have been compelled to strike him, and that would have been very disagreeable, don’t you know! The next morning I met her on the street car—I always ride on them now—and 1 told her about the dog. She said she would keep the dog tied up in the future. So 1 don't have to think about him any more. 1 ride down town nearly every day now, on street cars, too. They are a great deal nicer to ride in than cabs. Indeed they are. RUSSELL TIMERHOFF, '17. A £«rki} (Sophomore Class) It was a hard day on the little homestead. To begin with there had been a sand storm the preceding night, and breakfast was accompanied with loud crunchings and choking, due to that very nutritious substance known as Mohave desert sand, which had been plentifully sprinkled in the flapjack flour. And Mohave desert sand is usually considered hard, especially when taken internally. Then while the three boys—Larry and Dennis MacGregor and their cousin, Tom Lewis—were washing the breakfast dishes and attending to the few other household duties living made necessary, a loud and prolonged baaing was heard in the barnyard. Tom, who was taking the ashes from the stove, leaped to his feet, spilling the ashes on the floor and knocking the sack of pancake flour into the ashes. My Aunt Sophia's pet ostrich! he ejaculated as he grabbed his rifle and disap- peared out the door. He was just in time to come very near missing a long, lithe mountain lion as it vanished over the rim of a nearby canyon, bearing in its great jaws a new-born calf. But instead of missing the brute entirely, the soft-nosed bullet sliced the mountain lion's tail off close to its body, and that very necessary part of any cat’s anatomy was left just outside the corral. As he stood looking down at the twitching tail on the ground, a plan was rapidly forming in Tom’s mind; a plan to relieve the monotony of his every-day life and add spice to it. Picking up the tail he started for the house, just as his cousins came out to inquire about the damage the shot had done. “Didn’t get him, said Tom, with a sorrowful look on his face as, holding the tail behind him, he went around the house to the back door. Once out of his cousins' sight he went to work with a grinning countenance to carry out his joke. Entering the kitchen, he set down his gun, and carrying a gunny sack into the pantry, spread it over a sack of flour and draped the tail gracefully from the gunny sack along the floor to the door. This he left ajar with the tail protruding from the opening. Stand- ing back, he surveyed his work with pride. Yes, it did resemble the tawny brute he had deprived of a tail, if viewed from the kitchen door. He turned and was starting out doors when his eye fell on the heap of ashes, plus pancake flour, plus a generous quantity of delicious desert sand, which his haste had so unfortunately combined. gfrr SaBfiaua in y r r Mohave flour,” he said aloud as he brushed it up. Then he went out to his work of cutting firewood in a clump of cottonwoods about a hundred yards from the shanty. As he walked along he whistled a college air, and soon his thoughts were far from the panther's tail and sanded pancakes, and he was back on the campus at Tucson. Then, of course, his mind strayed to his studies, and while his axe made the chips fly, he was conjugating Latin verbs just as his cousin Dennis was thinking about the all- absorbing subject of plant culture. To these three boys college meant a great deal more than dances and football. They had to depend on their vacation earnings to keep them in the University of Arizona. By their industry they had managed to attend three successive years, and had gone in together in homesteading a desert ranch from which they hoped to get the money to carry them through the final year. Their crops had done well, and until today they had lost no cattle, but the expenses were heavy, and try as they would they could not figure out how the last semester’s expenses were to be met. Tom was studying to be a doctor, while the MacGregor brothers were taking the agiicultural course. The prospective doctor was still working away at the Latin verbs, when a yell came from the house. A shot followed, and a bullet ripped through the tar paper shack and buried itself in a stately cottonwood not a foot from Tom’s head. Dropping his axe he hurried to the house to find Larry standing, white and scared, with a smok- ing rifle in his hands. Wh—what does this thing mean? he gasped, pointing towards the pantry door. Then Tom remembered his little joke. It means, replied the future Doctor Lewis, that there is a bob-tailed puma running loose around this country; and it also means that 1 came mighty near meeting a premature death by my own foolishness. 1 guess I’d better get down to business if 1 want to get out of this desert with a whole skin.' Well, I should rise to remark,” answered Larry, when the full import of Tom’s words reached him. The following September found the MacGregor brothers and their cousin hard at work at their studies in Tucson. The incident of the lion's tail had been forgotten, but when the boys had come back to school, the tail had come with them and was now occupying the place of honor over the door in the boys' room in North Hall. For sev- eral weeks the boys scarcely left the University grounds; there was too much dependent on sticking closely to business. But one morning while Indian Summer was holding full sway, and everything and every one seemed drowsy, and the instructors themselves were too lazy to give quizzes, either because the three boys had the next day’s lessons prepared, or had decided not to prepare them, it suddenly dawned upon them that there was some place else on earth besides the University. They were not going to be called Digs any longer. Tom s proposition, “Let’s go down town, voiced the opinion of all. In a few minutes they were on their way towards the business part of town. They stopped at the first pool hall, and after enjoying a friendly game, they strolled on down the street. As they turned the corner a flaring bill board commanded their attention. They were soon absorbed in the bills posted thereon. A street carnival would arrive in the city the next day. Pablo Carranza, the world famous Mexican knife thrower, would ac- company it; Mademoiselle Raselle, the famous Parisian dancer, would give perform- ances. Other attractions were mentioned, and last but not least, was an immense picture 5Hjg iii aggauamprr of a tail-less mountain lion and three tail-less cubs, and a vivid description of a terrible encounter with the animals, in which nine men lost their lives. “1 have a feeling we should go to that,’ remarked Larry, after the boys had stood gazing at the awful lioness on the poster for nearly five minutes. Tom’s joke of the summer before had come back to Larry’s mind. ’’Maybe, said the other two. As the boys went home, little was said. They were thinking deeply on the sub- ject of the bob-tailed mountain lion, and it may be said that not one remembered such a natural phenomenon from his zoology. As there were to be no classes the next day, it being a holiday, Tom, Dennis and Larry took in” the carnival. Of course they had to have a ride in the mammoth Ferris wheel, and after that they wandered about until they suddennly came face to face with a great animal which stood glaring at them in all its bob-tailed glory from the front of a dingy tent. From inside the tent came a man's voice shouting: Czarina, the greatest freak of nature ever discovered in the Western Hemisphere. She, with her three cubs, all tail-less, was captured in the wildest part of tropical South America. The boys waited to hear no more. Hastily purchasing tickets, they hurried into the tent just as a very scrawny mountain lioness sneaked growling out of her cage into the arena. Three very funny cubs with stubs of tails followed her and stood blink- ing at the crowd gathered around. At sight of the old lioness Tom winked knowingly at Larry. After the performance the boys went outside to talk it over. Each was firmly convinced that the puma was the same that had carried off the calf in the summer, and the fertile brain of Mr. Thomas Lewis had conceived a plan to have some fun and per- haps be rewarded financially in the bargain. In a whispered consultation he laid the plan before the others, and it was evident from the suppressed laughter coming from them that the plan received their hearty endorsement. It was decided to hurry home and get ready for the fun which would occur during the evening performance. As he mounted the dormitory steps Larry was heard chuckling, and when the cause was inquired, he murmured: Pretty bloody looking stumps, those cubs’ tails. Must have used a hack saw in the de-tailing process. The boys busied themselves with their studying, but when it began to grow dark they put on their hats, Dennis bestowed the puma’s tail in his pocket, and all started for the scene of the evening s activities, the sign of the tail-less lion. When they reached the carnival grounds, the boys refreshed themselves with a lunch of hot dogs and rolls at the lunch counter. Then they hastened to the show tent where the puma roared. Walking in, they interrupted the speaker’s flow of eloquence and demanded their mountain lion. The proprietor of the attraction looked startled, began to swear at the boys, checked himself, and telling his assistant to continue the performance, led the way out of the tent, the disturbers following. So she’s yourn, is she? he finally exploded. Now, jest how do you figure that out, you college sissies? That there cat is a new species and was found in the wilds of---- The great Mohave Desert, interrupted Tom. She’s mine. 1 branded her with my old Winchester while she was in the act of carrying off a herd of cattle. Then Tom assumed a very tragic attitude and continued: O, Sir, would you rob weary and toil-worn men that wring their bread and butter from the sweat of their brows; rob them, I say, of the fruits of a long search? My friend, the sheriff, awaits me in yon meadow, ready to do my bidding. At this speech Dennis and Larry nearly split them- selves laughing, but the showman evidently took it seriously. gfrr laBoapmyrr Better see the old man, he said, uneasily, and led the way to the manager's tent. Then he added: But 1 tell you she's an entirely new crittur and was took in the great Bogantilani jungle, in the most tropical part of Greenland. The boys smiled but said nothing. When they reached the manager’s tent the guide left the boys outside and went in to prepare the ole man for visitors. The tail-less lion displayer spoke in whispers, but by the ejaculations of the manager the waiting boys could follow the conversation. Finally the manager yelled: Bring 'em in. I'll teach ’em to get funny with the Great Western Carnival Company. Then he emitted such a volume of curses and threats that it would seem he was going to spill blood. The guide came out very pale, and tremblingly announced that Mister Barnes would see the gentlemen. All this time Mister Barnes was complimenting the unseen gentlemen in no very uncertain phrase- ology, and when our friends stepped into his awful presence they fully expected to see a giant. What was their surprise when they came face to face with the ogre to find a wizened, stunted man, not above four feet and a half tall, and probably not exceeding ninety pounds in weight. This mighty personage had lived no very tame life, to judge from the scars on his countenance. He was dressed in a shabby suit of green corduroy, his shaggy head was surmounted by a battered derby, and a beard of a fortnight’s growth covered his sallow cheeks and bulldog jaw. And when he shook his fist under Larry's nose—or rather his chin, as the boy was the taller by nearly two feet-------it was noticeable that a pair of vicious looking brass knuckles were fixed upon his hand. Evi- dently he was expecting trouble, but our hero was too well versed in the ways of the world to try violence. Instead, he quickly told his story, making such variations from the truth as he deemed necessary to success, and ending with, “And say, Dennis, you can just trot out and call in our friend. Perhaps he can verify my narrative, or at least tell our little friend here where he stands. I have an idea he would be glad to get an introduction. But Mister Barnes hastily interposed. Oh, you needn’t mind bringin' up the cop. I'll give you twenty-five dollars to shut up and get out. Listen, boys, twenty-five dollars I Why don’t you make it a stick of nice, fresh chewing gum. Mister Barnes! exclaimed Tom. “If you have any doubts as to the truth of my statement, here's proof, and he took the tail from Dennis’ pocket. Then the manager’s eyes did bulge out. Can you shoot a gun like that? he gasped. I’ll make it fifty plunks.” “I'd consider five hundred, answered Tom. Let's split the difference, proposed the now thoroughly cowed showman. “I’ll give you three hundred bucks, not a cent more. It’s all in your favor at that.” Done,” exclaimed all three boys at once. With suppressed laughter they left the sign of the bob-tailed lioness,” inwardly rejoicing at what they called a streak of luck. MASON PAINE, ’16. g hr % aaaayamprr Aa $mi iCikr 3lt (Junior Class) In a small town called Keepsburg, in a remote corner of the earth, Jane Keeps, a girl of sixteen, was leaning on the gate, looking down a dirty, crooked street and complaining half aloud: “Life is but an empty dream. 1 have never done anything in my life but eat, sleep, go to a little district school, and then hurry home to shell peas for dinner. The sound of a solemn church or cow bell gives me a pain. I am made for the city. 1 long for street cars and peanut carts. I want to go to a young woman’s seminary and wear slit skirts and blacken my eyebrows, and 1 will! I will! I will I “Jane, my dear,” said her mother, “you must not think of going to that large city. It is a place of wickedness. It is a dragon waiting for just such country girls as you. Think of this beautiful, fresh country and give up your idea.” Unexpected good luck made it possbile for Jane to go to a young woman’s semi- nary on West Sixth street. She had been supplied with a modest amount of money by an old maiden aunt who looked upon this proposition as an insane extravagance. Jane floated on gilt wings. Occasionally she thought of Keepsburg and shuddered. During the winter season Jane went to grand operas to hear Melba and other great singers, to roof-gardens and museums. One evening after dinner Grace, Jane’s room-mate, was about to enter their room when she stopped suddenly and listened. From within came the sound of sobbing. Grace gently opened the door and entered. “Jane,” she said, gently, ”what is wrong?” Jane sat up quickly and dabbed her eyes with a tiny lace handkerchief. “N-nothing is wrong,” she answered, trying to smile. “That isn’t so,” replied Grace. “Tell me everything. Jane began with gurgles, gasps and broken sentences. I’m dreadfully sick of everything. I’ve had a horrid time, and I thought I was enjoying life. Everybody was so nice to me and everything was so fascinating, but now everything is a bore.” At seven o'clock next morning Jane entered a waiting room at Bucksville Junction and deposited her luggage with a sigh of relief. The most trying part of the journey was ended. Before her spread the beautiful country. II. “No,” said Trude Webster, shaking her school book in the direction of her tired looking mother. There is no use in arguing with me. I’m tired of going to school where hundreds of over-dressed, feverish, flushed-faced girls and boys come wearily in to the assembly. I am going to leave New York and go to the country, where I can cH h c ffi a a b a u amyrr drink fresh buttermilk and bask in the radiance of churns, chickens and cauliflower, and last but not least, go to a not over-crowded district school, where every boy and girl is the picture of health.” At three o'clock the last train pulled into Keepsburg. 'Trude approached a baby- faced, fair-haired, over-grown young man and asked him to direct her to her old aunt's house. He blushed a deep red and after much trouble wheeled the luggage in a wheel- barrow to the yellow cottage on the hill. That night Trude looked about the immense room and sighed contentedly. “This is life, in the country and these beautiful surroundings.” When she walked down the one crooked street the townspeople wondered who she was, why she came, and whether she had paid for her clothes. The men noted that she was a peach I And the women sneered at her secretly. This 'Trude discovered during the first week. One sunny afternoon 'Trude sat on the hill side looking at the setting sun and wondering whether, after all, New York wasn’t the best place for her. She looked earnestly at the dying sun; then she put her hands to her face and began to weep and walked slowly to the house. After many gurgles, gasps, and broken sentences, 'Trude’s aunt drew from her this story: 1 was so tired of New York, I came away to the country. At first it seemed glorious, free, beautiful. Then everything went wrong. People talked about me. Every- body seemed rough, unsympathetic and brutal. The cows, chickens, flowers and the sunsets began to bore me, and I got so lonesome, oh, so lonesome. At seven o'clock next evening 'Trude entered the station at Bucksville Junction and deposited her luggage with a sigh of relief. III. On one side of the room sat a lone figure. At the opposite side on a long bench was seated another figure. 1 wonder where that girl is going, thought Jane. I wonder where that girl is going, thought 'Trude. “Shall I speak to her?” wondered Jane. Shall I speak to her ” pondered 'Trude. They were both on their feet and met in the middle of the room. “I’m going home to my dear mother,” said 'Trude. I'm also going home to my dear mother, said Jane. “New York is a charming place, but me for dear old Keepsburg, smiled Jane. Keepsburg is a pretty village, but me for dear old New York,” replied 'Trude. How odd. “How odd.” Two trains rumbled in the distance and finally came to a stop. Good luck to you, cried 'Trude. “Good luck to you,” shouted Jane, and they scrambled for their respective trains. GENEVIEVE HARKINS, '15. g hr it a a « a ij a m p r r “A Ragtimr Snmattrr” At Shadow Time, Down in Dear Old New Orleans, Way Down South, “Cross the Mason Dixon Line,” Ragtime Cowboy Joe,” The Desert Kink, walked On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine.” He looked up at the Teasing Moon and exclaimed: Oh! What a Night, When Was There Ever a Night Like This!” If 1 Only Had a Home, Sweet Home and “That Old Girl of Mine, but Melinda's Wedding Day” is past, and 1 Want a Girl Like the Girl That Married Dear Old Dad,” who will “Love, Honor and Obey” and give me “Sympathy. He soon came to “A Persian Garden, where he met Whistling Jim, and The Count of Luxemborg, Down by the Old Garden Gate, in company with Salvation Nell, a “Happy Little Country Girl. He looked around hurriedly, saying, Good Bye, Boys. They asked him in aston- ishment, What D'ye Mean, You Lost Yer Dog? But he had seen The Girl Behind the Man going Down by the Old Mill Stream. He met her there and said, When 1 Met You Last Night in Dreamland” and saw your Baby Hands,” 1 thought Everyone Was Meant for Someone,” and I'm the Guy for you. You're a Great Big Blue Eyed Baby and You're the Haven of My Heart. There Is No Girl Like You, “No One Else Can Take Your Place,” and I want you for My Little Persian Rose. In My Harem” made only for you, My Sunshine Girl, I'll Love You Till the Sands of the Desert Grow Cold. If “I'll Get You my life will be Sunshine and Roses, and I'll never have Too Much Mustard, That s How I Need You.” She answered: You Made Me Love You, and 1 Didn t Want to Do It. You re Some Boy,” and if you will Meet Me in Blossom Time and Teach Me That Beautiful Love,” “1 Will Marry You,” for One Sweetheart Is Enough for Me. In Orange Blossom Time in June The Two Little Love Bees met On the Banks of Lovelight Bay” and stood “Waiting for the Robert E. Lee. When it came they cried, Good Bye, Everybody,” and the captain called. Row, Row, Row. Soon the ship was Bobbin’ Up and Down” towards Rainbow Isle, and only That Mellow Melody could be heard. MARGUERITE LEVY, ' 14. a lip iCtfr of a (fhinrsr ilUuj I will tell you now about Key Wang, a small thum mendoy (that is the way the word “boy sounds in Chinese), who lived in a small town called---------, near Canton, China. When he arrived at the big age of four years his mother shaved around his head —all but on top—this was to grow much, until he arrive at seven birthdays, thus he might have a lengthy pig-tail, with which he mght go to school. Key Wang wore wide pants, and his thaosum or coat, which is the manner we say it in America, was split up on both of its sides. It also was furnished with five buttons. This boy woie shoes only when he goes to visit his great number relations but he does not much visit, so he does not much wear shoes. On his head he sometimes was covered with a tall round hat, with a round ball on its top, on the outside. Key Wang and many Chinese boy like much to play kite. Many kites are there, and here you may hear about three. CL hr IfiatiHauainprr One kite is named bonsar, which in America would be a butterfly. He’s a little fellow and he is made of bamboo, and flutters paper wings. He is for boys who have lived just a few years of age. Towling is a big kite, which other name is Eagle. He is for big boys. So is the lowiegung, whose fine American name is devil. He is great and big and contains much strength so he would fly away with young and feeble boys, so big boys fly him very much. Key Wang does not play with girls, thus to amuse himself. Girls don’t count; they are good only to work. When Key Wang come to his first day in school, he go and with him go his table and chair. The boys go to school at six o’clock and stay till it is sure nine o'clock; then they go to their homes for breakfast. In one hour Key Wang return to school and now he bring with him his teapot with much tea in it, and a bowl, and thus he may drink his tea whenever he feel he need it. Key Wang study his lesson very loud, and so do all, and each boy mind his busi- ness, which is good. The boys in China are better than I see in America, because if a boy smoke the grandfather or father, he beat everything most out of him. Key Wang go to his dinner when four o’clock arrive. Then he go to school once again and stay till towards evening, it comes dark. Inside school is a statue, which is of the great god, Confucius, and in front of him is a bowl with sand and punk sticking up in it. This punk is burned every night and the boys bow and say a prayer—only lots just pretend---and then they go home. Two times in every month they put a cup of tea before Confucius----but somehow he never gets thirsty------’cause the tea, it stay right there. Every meal Key Wang have fish and rice, or maybe beef and rice, or then maybe again he have pork and rice, and he just drive the rice into him with chop-sticks, so hungry is he. When Key Wang arrive to the large and old age of eleven years, he come to America with his father. He first proceed to Hong Kong, where he get a certificate which reads that it allow him to go. Before they be allowed the kind permission to proceed to the ship, they must take a bath, that smells like the end which you light of a match, then they let a much learned doctor to scratch them six places on the arm, which in America they name vaccinate, which is a bad thing to do. Then Key Wang go on the ship, and here he stop to tell things because he have bad, what we call a sickness of the sea, only it make his stomach ache much. Key Wang travel much over the land, then he come to Prescott to live and for a joke, like the American boy say, 1 call his name Key Wang, but his name for really is very much different—it is ------ ’16 (S1? g a fi a a im in y r r DAVID LEVY QUARTER BACK AND CAPTAIN MILEY DEMING LEFT END FOOTBALL We were not as successful this year against our old rival, the “Coyotes” of Phoenix, as we have previously been. This fact is chiefly due to the greater amount of material available at the Phoenix High. Our squad was un- usually small this year, and in most cases entirely inexperienced. With all these disadvantages we ended our sea- son as the second best high school football team in the State. OPENING GAME The season opened on October 18, when we met the “Coyotes” of the Phoenix High School at Phoenix. Old style football was used almost en- tirely. The game opened with Prescott kicking to Phoenix, who in the first few minutes scored two touchdowns by line plunges and heavy end runs. They again scored in the second quarter. The score at the end of the first half was 20 to 0 in favor of Phoenix. Prescott came back in the third quarter with more strength, keeping its goals out of danger and threat- ening Phoenix’s goal. In the last quar- ter Phoenix made two more touch- downs, both being made on end runs. The game ended in favor of Phoenix. Score, 33 to 0. We laid our defeat mainly to the lack of experience of our players; also to the weather conditions, which were very different from those under which we had been accustomed to playing. We were very royally entertained at the High School the evening after the game; a dinner and dance being given in our honor, at which everyone had a splendid time. DON BELL RIGHT HALF BACK ERNEST LOVE RIGHT TACKLE (£frr faBBapmp rr ANDREW BALDWIN RIGHT GUARD HOWELL PAYNE LEFT GUARD BISBEE GAME The tournament for the State cham- pionship began with our game with Bisbee High School at Phoenix, No- vember 5. First Quarter The game opened with Prescott re- ceiving. By a succession of end runs the ball was taken to Bisbee's one-yard line, where Prescott was held for downs. Bisbee kicked and again Pres- cott carried the ball to Bisbee's eight- yard line, but was held for downs. The quarter ended with Bisbee in posses- sion of the ball on her ten-yard line. Second Quarter The ball in possession of Bisbee was kicked and again advanced rapidly by Prescott. Bisbee rallied during the latter part of the quarter and advanced the ball to Prescott's five-yard line, when the quarter ended. Third Quarter In the third period Bisbee came back strong and gained time after time on line bucks through guard and tackle, but was unable to get within striking distance of Prescott’s goal. The quar- ter ended with the ball in the center of the field. No scores were yet in evidence. Fourth Quarter For the first ten minutes the ball see-sawed up and down the field. With only five minutes left to play Bisbee was forced to punt; the ball was car- ried back to their thirty-yard line. Here the ball was advanced to the five- yard line and by a series of line plunges Prescott scored a touchdown. The game was soon over with the ball in Prescott’s possession in the middle of the field. Prescott 6, Bisbee 0. By winning this game we were given a place in the finals for the State cham- pionship. LEE THOMPSON LEFT HALF BACK LORION REIF CENTER gill r tfi afi tia ij a in y r r MALCOLM LOWRY FULL BACK THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME On Friday, November 7, we met the Phoenix Coyotes” for the State cham- pionship in High School football. This game was the fastest game ever wit- nessed in Phoenix. Neither side was penalized throughout the entire game. The only bad feature was the amount of fumbling during the game, especi- ally by Prescott. First Quarter The first period opened with Pres- cott receiving. The ball was returned to the forty-yard line and lost on a fumble. Phoenix was forced to punt and the ball was put in play on the twenty-yard line. Prescott advanced the ball to the middle of the field and was held for downs. Phoenix was again forced to punt. The ball was downed on Prescott's twenty-yard line. £ j Prescott was forced to punt and pn re- covery of the punt the ball was ad- vanced to the Coyotes’ ten-yard line, when the quarter ended. KONG YEE RIGHT END Second Quarter Prescott was held for downs and at- tempted a place kick, which went wide of the goal bar. Phoenix advanced the ball to the center of the field, where it see-sawed back and forth the re- mainder of the quarter, neither side having any marked advantage. The halt ended with no scores yet on either side. Third Quarter Phoenix received and ran the ball to the fifty-yard line. Phoenix made yards on line plunges. They were held for downs, and by a fake punt carried the ball forty yards for the first touchdown. Prescott received but lost the ball on a fumble. Phoenix ran the ball around end for large gains and carried it over by a forward pass. The quarter ended with Prescott in posses- sion of the ball on her thirty-yard line. Score, 13 to 0 in Phoenix’s favor. Fourth Quarter Prescott lost the ball on failure to make yards. Phoenix was held for LEO PENN LEFT TACKLE TOM MARKS SUBSTITUTE END AND GUARD 1; ty r % a s a a n a nt p r r downs. The ball see-sawed up and down the field, Prescott being forced hard at times, but rallying and holding the “Coyotes” for downs under their goal bars. Then the ball was kicked out of danger. Phoenix made another touchdown on a forward pass and the game ended. Score, Phoenix 19, Pres- cott 0. THE FINAL GAME On November I 5, we again met our old enemy, the Phoenix Coyotes, in our last game. This was our first game on home grounds. First Quarter Prescott received and was downed on the thirty-yard line, where they lost the ball on a fumble. Phoenix failed to make their yards. Prescott advanced the ball to the forty-yard line and again lost it on a fumble. Phoenix advanced the ball to the fif- teen-yard line, where they were held for downs. Prescott punted, and the quarter ended with Phoenix in posses- sion of the ball on her thirty-yard line. Second Quarter Phoenix punted out of danger and the ball was downed on Prescott's twenty-yard line. Prescott punted and Phoenix brought the ball to the forty- yard line. Phoenix netted twenty-five yards on close end runs and carried the ball over the goal line on a wide end run, but failed to kick goal. The ball see-sawed up and down the field and was in Prescott’s possession in the center of the field when the quar- ter ended. Score, Phoenix 6, Pres- cott 0. Third Quarter Phoenix received and the ball set- tled on their thirty-yard line. They gained fifteen yards on line plunges and attempted a forward pass, which was caught by Prescott. Prescott made large gains on close end runs and ad- vanced the ball to the thirty-yard line, where the ball went over to Phoenix. Phoenix advanced the ball to the cen- ter of the field just as the quarter ended. F. - NK W. H««r. CO CH Fourth Quarter Phoenix started the final quarter with four unsuccessful forward passes. Prescott received a punt on Phoenix’s thirty-yard line, and advanced the ball to the fifteen-yard line, where they were penalized for holding. Prescott was held for downs. At the close of the game the ball was carried back to Prescott’s thirty-yard line by the “Coy- otes. Score, Phoenix 6, Prescott 0. This was our last game of the sea- son. We had another game scheduled with the Flagstaff Normal School, but were unable to play it on account of unfavorable weather. Phoenix was given a dance the even- ing following the game and returned home the next morning. tgassatjamppr = = BASKET BALL -- In order to get some idea of the material available for both boys and girls basket ball, a series of inter-class games was decided upon. Each class was represented in the series, and the games proved to be very exciting. The Senior girls and Junior boys were the victors. The coaches, Mr. Mueller and Miss Peglow, were well satisfied with the showing made and outside games were arranged. THE VERDE GAME We opened our inter-scholastic season when the girls' sextet beat the Camp Verde girls by the score of 3 1 to 6. The game was a very fast one from start to finish. Only two field goals were made by Camp Verde, while the accuracy of the Prescott goalers was the feature of the game. The entire Prescott team showed very good training and even exceeded expectations. The score at the end of the first half was 17 to 3. The team and rooters were very royally entertained with a dance the evening after the game, and left the next morning with pleasant remembrances of the event. THE FIRST WINSLOW MEET The boys’ and girls’ basket ball teams played a double header with the teams of the Winslow High School at Winslow on February 14. Both Prescott teams triumphed. The Girls' Game The game between the girls' teams was a very close tussle. Prescott got the start and remained in the lead the entire game. The Winslow girls came back strong in the second half and on several occasions disturbed their opponents, but were unable to over- come the lead of the Prescott team. The score at the end of the first half was I 6 to 6, while the game ended with the score of 21 to 14 in Prescott’s favor. The game was marked by the superior ability of the Prescott goalers and Prescott's better team work. The line-ups were as follows: Prescott Winslow Haisley ...... goaler Mahoney Booth......... goaler Butler Cowan ........ center Marley Cousins ...... center Allen Marshall...... guard Dadey Brinkmeyer.... guard ........Douns The Boys’ Game The Winslow boys were entirely out-played by the Prescott quintet. The visitors showed far more team work and dazzled their opponents by their greater speed and ac- curacy at their field goaling. Winslow started the scoring with a field goal, but they soon realized that they were sadly out-classed. Winslow out-pointed Prescott in throw- ing free goals. Prescott was very weak in that point of the game. Out of sixteen chances Prescott threw only one free goal, while Winslow netted eight out of twelve chances. Prescott showed far better work than Winslow in the field goaling by scoring fifteen field goals against Winslow’s four. The first half ended with the score 15 to 6, while the final score was 31 to 16, in Prescott’s favor. The Prescott team fouled more than their opponents. This was due to the fact that the team was practically all com- posed of boys new to the game. The line-ups were as follows: Prescott Winslow Marks-Penn... forward .....Sampson Thompson..... forward ......Marley Baldwin ...... center Parks Love ......... guard Wright Penn-Bell .... guard Drummer 5U?g fliaBBaitamprr Field Coals: Penn 7, Baldwin 5, Thompson 3, Sampson 2, Marley I, Wright I. Foul Goals: Thompson I, Marley 5, Sampson 3. After the game both teams and rooters were very cordially entertained by the Winslow High School. A banquet and dance were given to the visitors. All had a splendid time and all considered Winslow the gamest” losers and the most genial hosts they had ever played against. THE FIRST PRESCOTTONIAN GAME The male quintet of the High School met the Prescottonians in their second con- test. The game was a hard fought one from start to finish and marked by brilliant playing. The High School quintet started the scoring and at the end of the first half piled up a good lead. Score: High School I I, Prescottonians 4. The second half opened with a rally by the Prescottonians and soon the score was tied. Both teams played with greater speed during this half and the game was very close and interesting. The final score was: High School 16, Prescottonians 13. The line-up: High School Prescott Thompson..... Forward ........ Miller, M. Penn................ forward Hinderer Baldwin ............. center . Miller, G. Love................. guard Morgan Bell................. guard Shumate Foul Goals: Thompson 2, M. Miller I. Field Goals: Penn 3, Thompson 4, M. Miller 4, Hinderer I, George Miller I. THE ALUMNAE GAME The girls' sextet played their third game with a picked team of the Alumnae. The first part of the game was close. Both teams were evenly matched and very little goaling was done. The score at the end of the first half was 5 to 2 in favor of the High School sextet. The second half was very different from the first. A change in the line-up of the High School team worked wonders. The game ended with the score I 7 to 4 in favor of the High School girls. The line-up: High School Alumnae Aiken-Haisley... forward .. Stephens, Mable Booth ................. forward ...Henry Haisley-Cowan........... center ........ Morrison Cousins ................ center Hall Harkins-Cowan. guard ... Stephens, Myrtle Brinkmeyer ............. guard Reibling Field Goals: Haisley 5, Booth I, Henry I. Foul Goals: Haisley 1, Booth 4, Mable Stephens 2. THE SECOND WINSLOW MEET We, for the second time, met and defeated Winslow by taking both games of the double-header played on our home court. The score of the girls’ game was 13 to 12, while the boys defeated their opponents by the score of 40 to 14. The Girls’ Game The girls game was the fastest and most skillful ever witnessed here. Neither team throughout the entire game had any marked advantage. Both teams worked like ma- chines. Very little fouling was done. Winslow started at the first whistle and scored five points during the first three (5 h t a g a a u a in p r r minutes of play. The Prescott girls finally struck their gait and soon the teams were neck and neck. The first half ended with Prescott 9 to Winslow 5. The Winslow girls came back strong in the second half and during the first part outplayed their opponents. Excitement reigned supreme during this period when only one point separated the two teams. The final score was, Prescott 13, Winslow 12. The line-up: Prescott Winslow Haisley .... forward Mahoney Booth ... forward Butler Cousins Dadey Brinkmeyer guard Douns Marshall Foul Goals: Haisley 2, Booth I, Ma- honey 4. Field Goals: Haisley 4, Booth I, Butler 3, Mahoney 1. The Boys’ Game The Prescott quintet easily defeated Wins- low in their game. They showed better team work and more skill in field goaling. The first half opened with a rather slow pace, but Prescott soon awakened and walked away from its opponents. Score, I 7 to 5. The second half was just a repetition of the first. The Prescott quintet won without any trouble. Score, 40 to 14. The line-up: Prescott Winslow Thompson......... forward Drum Penn ............ forward Markley Baldwin .......... center Parke Love ............. guard McClines Bell ............. guard ....Wright-Sampson Foul Goals: Marley 8, Thompson 4. Field Goals: Marley 2, Thompson 3, Penn 8, Baldwin 7, Drum I. ulli r ffi a s ii a u a ut y r r THE SECOND PRESCOTTONIAN GAME On March 6, the High School again met the Prescottonians and defeated them by the score of 20 to 1 8. The game was the best exhibition of basket ball ever witnessed in Prescott. Both teams showed brilliant team work and determination. Throughout the whole game it was very doubtful which team would win. The High School started the scoring by a rally of field goals. The town team soon settled down to work and by the end of the first half they were ahead of the High School by one point. Score, 9 to 8. The High School came back strong in the second half, and both teams were con- tinually shooting at the basket with two to four points separating them. When the last whistle blew the High School was ahead by two points. Score, 20 to 18. The line-up: High School Prescottonians Thompson...... forward .... Miller, M. Penn.......... forward Brown Baldwin....... centeer Miller, G. Levy........... guard Hinderer Bell........... guard Shumate Foul Goals: Thompson 6, M. Miller 6. Field Goals: Thompson 4, M. Miller 2, Baldwin I, Penn 1, Bell I, George Miller 2, Brown 1, Hinderer I. THE HUMBOLDT GAME The girls closed their season by defeating Humboldt by the lop-sided score of 29 to 9. Prescott started with a jump, and almost before the sound of the whistle had ceased Captain Haisley had scored a goal for Prescott High School. The entire half was a walk-away for the Prescott team. The ball was almost always in play at Prescott’s end of the court, and seldom passed the Prescott center line. The Prescott goalers dis- played their usual skill, throwing baskets from all angles. The score at the end of the first half was, Prescott 23, Humboldt 3. The Prescott substitutes were given a chance in the second half, and though this made the game more even, Humboldt still had no chance. When the final whistle was blown the score was 29 to 9 in Prescott’s favor. A return game had been scheduled by Humboldt, but after such a decisive defeat the second game was cancelled. The line-up: Prescott Humboldt Booth-EUiott . goaler Haisley goaler Cowan . center Cousins-Merwin.. S. center ... B: inkmeyer . guard Marshall-Harkins. guard Demaine Haisley 10, Booth 3, Pate 2. Foul Goals: Booth 3, Pate 5. Slip IS a0sa yamy r r (51j r S a a a a y a nt p r r a h r S a a g a i| a itt p g r ALLEGED .AiNTD OTEIERA ISE Miley: “Mr. Shumate, I want to get a job. Mr. S.: “All right, Miley, I'll give you one at $7 a week. And by the way, can you dress a chicken?’ Miley: Yes, sir; but not on $7 a week. Jack Cowan to Ernest: Ernest, 1 bet you can't guess what mamma said about yo just now. Ernest: No. What is it? Jack: Oh, guess. Try to, anyway. What is it? Ernest: I haven't an idea in the world. Jack: “Oh, you were listening.” Alma: Have you heard the latest? Nell: No. What is it? Alma: Harold Brisley brushed his hair. Nell: Oh, Alma, what fibs you can tell.” Learned Freshman (noting some H'S gas) : Is that the aroma of the essence of ammonia from the chemistry laboratoiy that permeates the balmy atmosphere? Bobby Fllnn: No, that’s just some Junior airing his ideas. Teacher: Today is Lincoln's birthday. What did Lincoln do for his country? Freshman: “He freed the Pilgrims.” Senior: For heaven’s sake! What is all that noise in the next room? Junior (knowingly) : Oh, that’s nothing but Miss Hurley throwing a book at somebody. Mr. Baker (in Latin IV) : What does obliviscor mean, Howard? Howard (meditating) : Let's see, 1 forget wh— Mr. Baker: Very good, Howard. Miss Adams (in History IV): Who was it said: '1 would rather be right than President’? Gladys: Bryan. ghf ISaiiHnuampf r Miss Adams: “Gladys, who was Dan. Webster?” Gladys: He was the man that wrote the dictionary. Jean (whispering in her ear) : “That was Noah. Gladys: “No, you can’t fool me. Noah built the ark. Mr. Hart: Cohesion is the attraction of like moleecules. Now .give an example of cohesion. Miley: Well, if Harold would run into a wooden post, his head would stick there with the force of cohesion.” Johnnie: “What's the matter; get caught in a tornado?” Bobby: . “No, I tried to put on my overcoat without stopping my automobile.” Why live and be miserable when you can be buried for $15.20? Miss Adams: Harold, who helped you with this map?” Harold: Nobody, ma’am.” Miss A.: “Come, now, didn't your brother help you?” Harold: “No. He did it all. Miss Adams (in History 1) : What is the meaning of epicure? Theobold: “The kero of an epic.” Mary: “1 saw Andrew with Muriel Tucker last night.” Melita: Oh, well, he carts everybody around. Innocent Freshman: What was the matter with Mr. Mueller the day he said: 'No one can spheak but the Jeniors and Shuniors’?” One day when walking down First street in Phoenix, Mary and Marcella noticed a sign reading, Dr. Gurley, Veterinary Surgeon. Mary (after studying it for some time): Marcella, what is a Veterinary Surgeon? Marcella: “Why, I don’t know unless it’s a doctor for old soldiers.” Miss Adams (in History): Gladys, who is it that is demanding home rule? Gladys: The docile husbands. Ticket Agent: Don’t forget to have your tickets validated before leaving Phoenix. Marcella (putting her ticket in her pocketbook) : What did he mean by having our tickets abbreviated? Leo: Say, we don't want Miss Peglow any longer. Tom: “Why?” Leo: “Why, because she’s long enough. Miss Hurley: What is treason? Timerhoff (who is in love) : Breach-of-promise. Don: Miss Hurley, what's the word for I am hungry?” Miss Hurley (thoughtlessly) : Tengo hombre, meaning 1 have a man.” Don: Congratulations. Who is he? ii c a s a a ] a m p t r SECRET OF A “HEART” Now once there was a hunter brave, But deer he could not get. “Doggone the luck. I'll get a buck.” He said, I’ll show 'em yet.” He went into the mountains far By automobile borne, Pitched his camp On the ground so damp, And waited for the morn. Early he rose and built a fire, Ate his eggs and bacon. Slyly he’d gone Ere the break of dawn, The deer not to awaken. With gun in hand, and senses keen He tip-toed o’er the ground. And by “Big Ben” At the hour of ten. He’d walked eight miles around. (Mir tSanaauainpf r But soon he stops, and looks more close. Between two cedar trees, Something grey Is eating away, And now its legs he sees. Hurrah I a buck for me,” he thought. And raised his trusty rifle. Then twice he shot. His game he got, He had not erred a trifle. Then up he ran to see his deer, With hope for prongs “least seven. Alas! alack, A poor old jack Had left this earth for heaven. The hunter felt quite mortified. His conscience hurt, no doubt, For tell he must Or else he’d bust, For “murder sure must out. So classmates, if to Hart you’re sent, And find his brow in furrow, Do not worry, “You should worry.” Say gently, “Poor old burro.” Miss Adams (in Ancient History): “Harold, why did the early Greeks have choruses?” Harold: “Coz one person can’t make noise enough.” Alma: “Wasn’t--------------a suitor for Miss Hurley’s hand?” Nell: “Yes, but he didn’t.” Alma: “Didn’t what?” Nell: “Suiter.” WE HOPE NOT Baldy: “Do you play golf?” Miss Hurley: 1 could try, of course, but 1 haven’t had much experience. Why, I don’t believe I would even know how to hold my caddy.” Small Freshman: Don t men call themselves bachelors before they get married?” Aitken: “Yes, my boy.” Fresh.: And what do they call themselves afterwards?” A.: Hush, it isn’t fit for little boys to know.” gfrr a b a a � a m p r r POETIC LICENSE Miss Adams is the dearest teacher, The really blamedest, cutest creature. Her kindness is her mainest feature. Now really, don’t yon know. You go to school on wobbly pins, As tho full up of brandy gins: And underneath your handy fins. Are loads of reference books. Now once upon Miss Adams’ test According to her sad, calm behest, A student did his---level best. To tell just what he knew. He had before the latest bell, How, when, where, why and date to tell. His soul it flew clear straight—away, How, when, etc.,” we cannot state. Our tears they flowed like pine-tree saps. Miss Adams said ’tween ghastly gaps, Tomorrow take the next three maps, And that is all today. For Death our only invocation, We sang in thoughtless contemplation The Independence Declaration, In place of funeral hymns. Miss Adams is a banner shark, In observation, we remark, Her bite's more deadly than her bark. But always such is Life. —SOME HISTORY STUDENTS. Miss Adams: Have you read about this fight over the Hetch-Hetchy?” Gladys: No, but I think all those immoral dances ought to be stopped. (Utjp igasBauamprr AWFUL Alma: “Think of a man without a country. Miss Hurley: Think of a country without a man.” GET THIS? Mr. Hart (in English Class) : Yes, before I came out to this country I served a year in the Indiana prison.” Fond Mother (to Admiring Suitor) : I have my daughter sweep and dust about the house a great deal; you know, it makes her arms so nice and plump.” David (admiringly): Ee-er-er--does she walk very much?” Homer: The explorers set out with the spirit of piratism and adverturism in their blood.” Miss Adams: And now who did the vassals consider the supreme head of feudalism?” Fat Nelson (who had just hit his crazy bone) : God—! x I Miss Adams: That’s right, Oliver, go on. Homer (translating Latin IV) : ‘---my wife clinging to me, filled the doorway with feet. Mr. Baker (in Latin IV, after reading a couple lines of the advance lesson) : “Now, Kenneth, you may continue. Kenneth: I can't sir. You translated the only two lines that I had. Miss Adams: Jean, name the chain of forts established by the French.” Jean: Kasaskia, Chaokia, etc. Miss Adams: Fine, you have them all in a nut shell. Professor Hart: You say you are engaged in some original research. Upon what subject? Sophomore: I'm trying to discover why ink won't flow from my fountain pen unless 1 place it in an upright position in the pocket of a light fancy vest.” SOME CLASS . OW Gent: What are you standing in front of the school building for, sonny? Waiting for some class?” Boy: Sure—teacher. A TRAGEDY There was a girl whose name was May. She went a-motoring one day. While speeding fast a rear tire burst And the next day was June the First, You don't quite follow, did you say? Why, sir, that was the last of May. g ii r i§ a « h a i| a nt p r r A Youthful Burbank: “A Freshman is a cabbage, raised in a conservatory, trans- planted into a ward school and grafted in a high school.” NO EXCEPTION TO THE RULE The Lord loveth a cheerful giver, quoted the Wise Guy. Well, who doesn’t? retorted the Simple Mug. GEMS FROM EXAM. PAPERS Question: Why was Charlemagne elected Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire?” Answer: The Emperor of the East was a female. Question: What did Shakespeare write? Answer: What to Do About Nothing. Question: On what grounds was Fred. II. convicted at Lyons?” Answer: “Clergy, hearsay, and strategy (perjury, heresy, and sacrilege).” READ AGAIN At the end, although he did finally marry Emilye, yet after Arcite had won her, he did not wish to marry her, after he had lost.—From a Senior Comp. LITTLE SAYINGS OF THE BUNCH Absence makes the purse grow rounder.--M. Deming. The Lord loveth a cheerful faker.—H. Clark. A chicken in the dark is worth two where it is light.—A. Baldwin. Howard: I got two orders for us yesterday in the same place. Homer: Good for you, kid. What were they? Howard: One was to get out, and the other was to stay out. Dave: That dollar I lent you last March is very religious.” Fat Nelson: How so? Dave: It's still keeping Lent. Don: I'm going to kiss you when I go. Grace: Leave the house at once. Mr. Hart (in Physiography) : Lee, tell me the name of the tropical belt north of the equator. Lee: Can’t, sir.” Mr. Hart: “Cancer, quite correct. CONDITIONAL Miss Peg: If you always do your lessons well, 1 will give you 100 per cent, is wha kind of a condition? Deming: Contrary to fact.” IMPOSSIBLE Brisley: I’m studying my best to get ahead. Mr. Hart: You certainly need one.” (Hi r tft a a s a it a m y r r Miss Hurley: “Leo, what't a periodic sentence? Leo: One that does not finish till the end. Miss Adams (to the girls in American History class) : If there is anyone here who can’t act like a lady, please leave. Clark and Baldwin grabbed their books and started to leave. Tom: Where did you go last night when 1 left you? Fat: 1 went across the street to get a cigar. Tom: Did you get one?” Fat: No; somebody stepped on my fingers. She wore a Psyche and he loved her knot. (As the Prescott band led the North Arizona Fair.) First Knocker: “Here comes Sousa's outfit in disguise. Second Knocker: “It certainly is a swell disguise. Dutch Rief: Fellows, 1 am going to hit that Phoenix center so hard he will go right through me. Don (nervously) : “Er-er there’s something been trembling on my lips for the last two months.” Melita: So 1 noticed. Why don’t you shave it off? Visitor in Grammar School: What is that horrible screaming? Has something terrible happened?” No; that is only the football squad taking their cold shower. Annie W.: Every time 1 open my mouth I put my foot in it. In English III: Oliver, that essay was far too short. Oliver: Oh, no, Miss Hurley: 1 just read it fast.” Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To try and quench her thirst; When she got there the cupboard was bare, Her old man had been there first. Lives of great men oft remind us of-------legal holidays. Prispective Donator: Do you always stammer like that, my boy? Dave: N--n---no, sir: only when w----when I t----1—talk. Leo: What did your father say, Ruth, when you told him my love was like a broad, rushing river? Ruth M.: “He said, ‘Dam it. The stars were bright. The moon hung low. Mr. Mueller (passionately) : “Will you —.— Miss Hurley (eagerly): “Yes, what? ’ Mr. Mueller: “Let me go home now?’ Miss Adams: “When is love true) Martha: When on in earnest. ijt a s b a n amyrr Homer to Leo (whose machine wouldn't run) : What's the matter with your en- gine, Leo) Leo: Aw, nothing; 1 just cleaned the carburetor.” Homer: What did you clean it with) Leo: “Water I Why) Miss Clemens: What is a mushroom) Lucile Budd: A parasite that eats bugs, one of the essentials of human life Marcella (translating German) : “1 was sitting on my chest. Lonelva: “What makes you so little) Milly: I was raised on short cake and condensed milk. THE HIGH SCHOOL ALPHABET. A is for Andrew, editor-in-chief, B “ “ Brisley, whose dad makes life brief, C “ “ Clarence, so thin and so tall, D “ “ David, famed in football, E “ “ Ernest, with Love in the name, F “ “ Fox, whose acting won fame, G “ Grace, who sweetly can sing, H “ “ Howard, who thinks he’s The Thing, I “ “ I, who has written this stuff, j “ “ Jean, who giggles enough, K “ ' Kenneth, who can’t make a hit, L “ “ Leo, quite keen in his wit, M “ “ Miley, who comes once a week, N “ “ Nellie, so pentle and meek, O “ “ Olive, our basket-ball shark, P “ “ Peglow, who flirts in the dark??? Q “ “ Quiet, “Walk on your toes,” R “ “ Ruth, with cheeks like a rose, S “ “ Scott, a sweet, lovesick youth, T “ “ Tom, second only to Booth, U ’ Us, whom the teachers all love, V “ “ Vivian, see three lines above, W ' “ Wallingford, her head like a tack, X “ ” Unknowns, get Mr. Hart on the track, Y “ You, don’t read this again, Z “ “ Zebod, a freshman. Amen. -—Marguerite Levy, ’ 1 4. gUjr iSaasayamyrr YE SCHOOL CALENDAR 1913 Sept. 1—School opens on a holiday. Joyl Sept. 2— The 'melanscholy' days are here. Teachers fat and in good condition. Registration and assignments. Sept. 3—Mueller arrives. First football practice. Sept. 4—Football candidates walk carefully and sit down in an easy and deliberate manner. Sept. 5—Rain. Football players sit in grandstand and watch entertainment put on by the rising generation. Sept. 8---Seats assigned. Aitken wishes that his name began with Z. Sept. 9—Seniors hold class election. First practice for the Drum Major. Sept. 11—The Alumni show the school team the rudiments of football. Sept. 12—Mueller puts the second team through a few novel stunts. Sept. 16—Baldy has a rub-down with Sloan's liniment and establishes a new twenty- five-mile running record. Sept. 19—Y. M. C. has a big feed. Sept. 22—Mass meeting of citizent cast unanimous vote for a new high school. Sept. 23—Bell discovers that his head isn't quite solid. Sept. 24--Bell, the school hero. The cute white bandage on his dome brings lots of feminine sympathy. Sept. 25—Half holiday postponed a week after a spirited election. Sept. 26—Miss Adams swallows a fly—Andrew to the rescue with a beaker of water. Freshies” are taught how to catch a dime in a funnel. Sept. 29—The football squad starts in to get up their endurance. Homer and a few others swear a solemn vow against the vile weed. Sept. 30--The tenors warble. Mueller shows them the true form. OCTOBER Oct. 1—Morrow “smashes interference” and a few other little things. Oct. 2—Dave Levy has a national holiday. Oct. 3—The postponed half holiday. High School nimrods go in quest of the evasive deer. Oct. 6—The hunters return empty handed insults are added to disappointment. Oct. 7----First grand chorus of the Drum Major. The bear”-tones win all honors. Oct. 8—All preparing for first marking period exams. Oct. 10---End of the first six weeks. Oct. 13—Cards given out. Seniors head the A list, thanks to the girls. Oct. 14 Girls have a picnic and go in wading. Miss Hurley is there like a duck. Oct. 15—The football subs pursue a hen, and one makes a fowl-tackle. The Dem- ing-Lowry Irregular Dairy plan a dinner. Oct. 16—Last practice before the Phoenix game. Oct. 17—Whole school down to the depot to see the team off. We plan to wipe Phoenix off the map. 18—1 !.— ? zz! Oct. (Ml? aaaayamppr Oct. 20—Eleven humble mortals hobble to school. Oct. 21—Two teams out every night from now on. Oct. 22 Morrow's Indian team put up a great game??? Anyway, he had the suits there. Oct. 23—Everyone writing stories for the Fair. Much raw talent uncovered. Oct. 24----Student body poses on the steps for a photographer. Oct. 28, 29 and 30—Holidays on account of N. Arizona Fair. Oct. 31—Hallow'en. The Senior girls have a banquet. Freshman party at Mead's. Miley gets a bath, en surprise. NOVEMBER Nov. 3---Football squad leaves for Phoenix at 3:00 A. M. Of course they missed the train. Who? Deming and Lowry. Nov. 4---Football team defeats Bisbee in first match of the tournament. Nov. 7---We lose to Phoenix in the State championship game. Unfortunately the ball didn’t have a handle. Nov. 10----Preparations are made for an election campaign by the school. Nov. 11—Voters give us our new High School building. Nov. 12—School begins again. Nov. 13—Ether in the physics lab. makes several sea-sick. The student body turns bill posters. Nov. 14---The school takes in the U. of A. experimental train. Andrew tries to attend a lecture for females only—barely escapes. Bonfire rally. Nov. 17----Miss Clemens is banker and all cash in for the football tickets. Nov. 18---Tags are given out for sanitation. Nov. 19—Something new, eighth period classes. Nov. 20—Bad weather. Football game with Flagstaff called off. Nov. 21—Dr. Meserve of the U. of A. makes pure food experiments before the school. What became of that bottle of highly injurious soda? Nov. 22—Saturday, just like it sounds. We make up for our election holiday. Nov. 24—Marking period, exams, again. Nov. 25—A County Fair is planned. Nov. 26—Half holiday to prepare for turkey. DECEMBER Dec. 1---Football season declared over. The squad is draughted to make furniture for the Fair. Dec. 2—Committee appointed for different departments of the Fair. Scott and Vivian are thoughtfully put in the same booth. Seniors again lead the A list. Dec. 3—Physics class enjoys sandwiches left over from the Soph hop the night before. Dec. 4--- To tango or not to tango. Dec. 5 Society Friday—class dances at the High School, Grammar School, and Monday Club. Dec. 8---The Blue and Gold is succeeded by the “Hassyamper. Dec. 9—First basket ball practice. Dec. 10--The rube band practice. Motto: Much noise, little music. Dec. 11—Baseball practice—$1,000,000 infield developed first night. Dave sprains ankle--or at least Alma and Gladys thought so. They hold Dave's head and hands while Mueller rubs him. Dave has to fake a limp all the way home. Dec. 12--Seats up! Dance by the rube band. Dec. 15--The County Fair is pulled off successfully 'midst much noise and excitement. (SI? r $ a s a a ij a m p r r Dec. 16-----A sleepy bunch. Presto! and the assembly room is transformed to its unual appearance. Dec. 17—Convalescing from the excitement of the Fair. Athletic Association plans to pay its bills. Dec. 18-----Some sweet” doings in the chemistry lab. Dec. 19—Interesting temperance lecture—takes up some time. Dec. 22—Population decreases. Recitations somewhat lame. Dec. 23-----Touching remarks by Mr. Hart regarding the absent ones. Table raffled— goes for thirty cents. Dec. 24-----Athletic (Association reorganized. Dig deep. Half holiday encourages Christmas spirit. 1914 JANUARY Jan. 5—We joyfully return to carry out “New Year's resolutions. Boys begin basket ball. Nobody hurt. Jan. 6—Inter-class basket ball series planned. Jan. 7 Teams from each class hold mysterious and secret practices. Jan. 8 The babes upset the dope and defeat the Sophomores in the first inter- class game. Jan. 9—Much fear and trembling before the mid-year exams. Jan. 12—Alas, the fateful week is here the sheep have vacation, but the goats fret and toil. Jan. 13—Senior girls wallop the Junior girls. Jan. 14-----Again the beans are spilled. The Senior boys have the conceit taken out of them. Jan. 15—Grand finale. Junior boys and Senior girls win the honors. Jan. 16—HOLIDAY—JOY! Jan. 19---Cards and semester averages. Jan. 20—Soph, party. Jan. 22—Reds defeat Blues and the Pea-greens lose to the Pale-lavenders in basket ball. Jan. 23—Freshmen regular six weeks consolation party. Party over at 8:37 P. M. Jan. 26—Junior party (sh! with a few hesitations), Miss Barnard arrives. Jan. 27—Practice for the Drum Major resumed. Jan. 29— Oklahoma and “Lil Arthur pull off a vaudeville on the stage, much to the glee of the third period study hall. Jan. 30—Half holiday! The boys’ team practices with the girls' basket ball team (girls’ rules). Fun for all but the girls. Jan. 31—The girls bring home our first basket ball victory from Camp Verde. FEBRUARY Feb. 2—Miss Clemens builds a fire and warms up the house, but the Harts arriveth not. Feb. 3—The boys trim the town” basket ball team at the armory. Feb. 4------After rehearsal the Juniors hold an impromptu tango” in the Yavapai Club open-air ball room. Feb. 5—Half a dozen boys absent from school under conditions most suspicious. Who broke the Selig window? Feb. 6—Miss Clemens prunes the basket ball squad. Lost, strayed, or kidnapped— one High School principal. Feb. 9—The lost returneth. Mueller blossoms forth in a new suit. Feb. 10—Mr. Hart sparks with Senior girls in physics. uUfr aBBauampgr Feb. 11-----The boys put a crimp in the town team, contrary to Journal-Miner report. Someone steals Homer’s clothes out of the locker room. The O. K. store report a barrel missing. Feb. 12-----Another Boys vs. Girls basket ball contest. Some of the girls get rough and peevish. Feb. 13-----Friday, too. The teams brave superstition and depart for Winslow. Feb. 16-----The ban is practically removed from the new dances. Feb. 17-----Town team and boys have their periodical tangle. Feb. 19-----Scandalous reports concerning the actions of certain people on the Winslow trip. Feb. 20—Basket ball teams conquer twice in the armory. Feb. 23-----Spirited election. Drum Major dresses to be three dollars or six-bits? Feb. 25-----The faculty practice the tango, getting ready to instruct the kids. Feb. 26-----Who stole Mueller s hat? Feb. 27-----Winslow team arrives. We give a rousing cheer at the baggage car as the Winslowites get off the observation. MARCH March 2—Miss Peglow does the flip-flop. No joke. March 3-----Senior class all dolled up. Hove their front elevations reproduced at Bate's. the football heroes get their's, too. March 4-----Cameras must lie. The proofs disappoint seventeen individuals. March 5—Baseball practice. March 6-----Civics class goes to court. The sheriff locks them all in the county jail. Un- fortunately he lets them out again. March 9—Blue Monday. March 10—A bevy of class meetings. March 11----School team plays the all-black monologue and baseball team. March 12—The physics class determines the velocity of sound. Grand banquet of gum, cough drops, and divinity. March 13—Another Friday the thirteenth. Dutch breaks his nose on Fat’s solid head. March 16---- Cardinal” Farley enjoys a quiet little nap the fourth period. March 17----Senior class holds a meeting and does not scrap. Only three there. March 18----In breathless anticipation we await the Junior playlet. March 19----Mr. Hart calls a joint meeting of the upper classes. ‘There shall be nothing but peace. March 20----Junior play comes off midst cowbells and an alarm clock. March 23----Basket ball pictures made. March 24----“And what do you think? A lecturer boring in direct from the wilds of Africa. “Fresh and Sophs, are photographed, then baptised. March 25—Discourse on gum. March 26—Mueller takes an appendicitis vacation. March 27----Faculty groomed for the photographer. March 31—Drum Major rehearsal at the Elks'—awful. April 1--Civil war and rebellion in the Senior class. Who are the April fools? April 2--Dress rehearsal. April 3--The Drum Major is attempted. April 6-----The Senior class reunite, but not because they want to. April 7--Revival spirit demoralizes the school. April 8-----A fire in the next block. Class rooms and study hall are emptied in half a minute. April 9—Marking period exams. 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