Red Bank High School - Log Yearbook (Red Bank, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1925 volume:

Ube IRounb Uable Published by the Pupils of the Red Bank High School, Red Bank, N. J. Volume 6 FEBRUARY, 1925 No. 2 ROUND TABLE STAFF Fdi tors-in-cliief: KATE BUCKLIN, ’25 ROGER CONANT, '25 Ass’t Edltors-in-Chietf: DOROTHY MORRIS, ’25 JOSEPH O’BRIEN, '26 Class Editors: HELEN BREVOORT, ’25 WILLIAM COLIO, ’25 ACHSA ELY, ’26 WILLIAM BARRETT, ’26 VERA NORCROSS, '27 BIDDLE GARRISON, ’27 Literary Editor: HELEN TUTHILL, ’25 Exchange Editor: EMILY STRYKER, ’25 Alumni Editors: LOIS HESSE. ’25 EVERETT BURDGE, ’25 Humor Editor: EDITH FORGUS ’26 Athletic Eflitors: ISADORE CARDON, ’25 ESTELLE YANKO, ’27 Art Editors: RUSSEL TETLEY, ’25 Business Managers: CLARENCE GRAY, ’25 MILTON HELLER, ’26 EDWARD LEDDY, ’27 Circulation Managers: CHARLES OAKERSON, ’25 EDWIN MCDERMOTT, ’26 Typists: JANETTE SMOCK, ’25 CHARLES OAKERSON, ’25 Faculty Advisors: MR. E. C. GILLAND MISS SARAH G. STANGER TABLE OF CONTENTS EDITORIALS: Our Junior High 3 Candy Sales 3 Straw Vote 4 DERATING NEWS 4 LITERARY: The Will and the Way 5 To the Rescue! 7 Trials of Securing an Education 8 Dull Gold 10 Next! .... 13 Clovis the Great 14 Alumni Notes 17 Class Notes 18 Exchanges 19 Sports 21 Jokes 30 Cross Word Puzzle 35 THE ROUND TABLE 3 OUR “JUNIOR HIGH” Surely it can be called “our” Junior High although we have not roamed its old familiar hallways for many years. The student body will never forget the year the building so dear to their hearts and lives was erected—1901. The simplicity of its style we owe to the architect, Fred M. Truex. Years have tumbled by and now everyone finds its rooms occupied by helpful and conscientious teachers. Miss Seeley Miss Schofield Mrs. Manning Mrs. Decker Miss Richards Miss Harris Miss Rowe Mrs. Kuhn Miss Ely Miss Cain Mrs. Pearsall Miss Hotchkiss Miss Gates Miss Steele Miss Reed Mrs. Conro Miss Breckenridge Miss Weis Last but not least is Miss La Fetra, our music director. After, if by chance you should pass through the halls, you can hear the warbling “do, ra, me,” of the Tiny Tots who have yet to have the good fortune of occupying its hall- ways and class-rooms. I could not successfully close with- out mentioning our efficient principal —of the Junior High—Mr. Harry Seiber, one of the most devoted and conscientious principals that Red Bank Junior High has ever had. A. M. E., ’26. -------o------- CANDY SALES The plan of selling candy (conduct- ed by the Senior Class) has been fol- lowed very successfully during the 4 T1IE ROUND TABLE present school year. Candy is sold at recess time and at all of the home athletic games. The sales are effici- ently managed by Norman Beer, with Gerald Baldwin, Lawrence Burdge, Everett Burdge, Edgar Denise, and Henry Fix as assistants. The pro- ceeds are used to help swell the fund for the trip to Washington The Sen- ior Class solicits your patronage. If you are not a Senior, remember that you will be some day, and then you will want the patronage of others. Straw Vote. On election morning a straw vote was taken. While the Senior High School sat in Chapel, three campaign speeches were given by the following: Gerald Baldwin, Calvin Coolidge; Gregory Gallagher, John W. Davis; Adele Ryder, Robert La Follette. After these complimentary statements were completed, the vote was taken. Returns: Coolidge and Dawes ................253 Davis and Bryan ................... 73 La Follette and Wheeler 24 Mr. Seiber ......................... 1 Charly Bennett ..................... I Mr. Dilkes ......................... 1 353 --------o------ DEBATING NEWS The first meeting of the Debating Society was held Sept. 16th, 1924. The election of officers took place. The following were chosen: President ........... Clarence Gray Vice-President ......Helen Brevoort Secretary ........... Emily Stryker Treasurer ........... William Colio It was decided that an informal de- bate was to be given in chapel. The question to be—Resolved! That the 18th Amendment be repealed. Affirmative—Miss Brevoort Miss Stryker Mr. Kaiser Negative—Mr. Cardon Miss Staw Mr. Colio A meeting was held November 20, 1924, it was moved and seconded, that the society meet every other Thursday. This was done so as to hold informal debates. In this way it will liven up the meetings, and also help all of the members in public speaking. This meeting was excep- tionally well attended, well conducted, and very lively. The third, society meeting of the year was held Thursday, December 4, 1924. The meeting was called to order by the President—Mr. Gray. The following teams were chosen: Affirmative— C. Gray (Captain) H. Tuthill F. Kaiser H. Brevoort (Alt.) Negative— W. Wilson (Captain) E. Stryker R. Conant W. Colio (Alt.) Every member is busy working on his question, in hopes to make the Varsity team. Miss Stranger is doing her best for the Society, and with her help we hope to make this year “Our Banner Year. Emily E. Stryker, Sec’y- THE ROUND TABLE 5 FIRST PRIZE THE WILL AND THE WAY Everyone knows how crowded the street cars of New York are at any time; so it is not difficult to imagine that it is next to impossible to find even standing room during the holiday season. William Dean and his sister Barbara were going on a shopping expedition, but as Mrs. Dean was using the car for the afternoon, it was necessary for them to go by trolley. As the Broadway car, with its occu- pants crowded like sardines in a can, jogged down town. Will decided—as was not unusual—to play a trick on Bob, as Barbara’s friends usually called her. Putting his hand into her pocket, adroitly he drew out her purse, and, unnoticed, slipped it into his own pocket. As the two youthful shoppers squeezed their way out of the car and were elbowed across the street, an in- fectious twinkle danced in Will’s clear blue, mischievous eyes, and he smiled in anticipation of Bob’s confusion. Intent on the swaying crowds. Bob remained wholly unconscious of her brother’s amusement. “Well, Sis,’’ he asked when they were in the elevator in Altman’s, “how do you feel after being sandwiched in there with people of all nationalities? Suppose we go home in a taxi?’ “Oh, no!’’ she exclaimed, “that was great fun! It is so seldom we get a chance to have a lark like that! Wasn’t that little Polish baby just along side of me perfectly adorable?” “My dear Bob, you are absolutely hopeless, falling in love with a little ball of garlic like that!” he admon- ished playfully. Jubilantly he watched while she picked out the things she wanted, say- ing to himself all the while, “Just wait till she finds that it’s gone! Just wait! Oh, Boy! Some excitement. I’ll bet!” You can imagine his amazement when she calmly took out her purse and paid for her purchases! Waiting for his chance till Bob went to try on a dress, he hastened to a lonely desk in a far corner of the waiting room where he emptied the purse of its contents and began to ex- amine them. It contained about fifteen dollars in money, a handkerchief with the letter “C” embroidered in one cor- ner and last but not least a letter. It 6 THE ROUND TABLE was not in an envelope; it had simply been folded and slipped into the pocketbook. In order that no possible clue of the owner’s identity should escape him. Will read and reread the epistle which was worded as follows: New York City, N. Y. December 3, 1924. Dearest Babes, Thank goodness, you can go Christ- mas Eve! I’ll be little “Johnnie on the spot.’’ Say! whom do you think I ran into the other day? He had just arrived in town. Percy! His first words, when he saw me, were: “Are we to have the pleasure of Miss De Couer’s pres- ence at the affair on Christmas Eve?’’ “Yes. Camille has promised to go with me,’’ I lied. Really I had to pro- tect you from that bore. One good turn deserves another; so don’t you think you ought to go with me? As ever, Reggy. “Camille De Couer,’’ he mused, “I wonder if she’s as French as it sounds?’ Putting the things back into the purse he had just started toward the directory when he heard a clock strike four. Well, he’d have to wait till later as he must meet Bob now and take her to tea. Passing through the store entrance, they nearly collided with a group of their friends. The meeting ended by their all going to the Ritz for tea, where they danced so long that they had to hurry home to dress for dinner. That night in the solitude of his own room Will looked in the telephone directory, and to his dismay found quite a list of De Couer’s. The following morning he began to call them up but at each place he was doomed by equally disappointing ans- wers such as: “No, Miss Camille De Couer does not live here, or “You have the wrong number.’’ Almost in despair he called nearly the last num- ber on the list. To his delight, in answer to his query, the voice at the other end of the wire replied, “Yes, M’sieur, but she is not in.’’ “Well, may I see her this after- noon?” he almost shouted. “No, M’sieur, but I so believe that M’mselle Camille will be at home this evening.” “All right, thank you. I’ll be around.” About eight o’clock that evening Will got out of a taxi in an old aristo- cratic district and mounted the steps of a fashionable home. The door was opened by an old woman—in all prob- ability the one who had answered the phone. She led him into the library where a very pretty, very French- looking girl was reading. She arose as he entered and Will noticed that she was just a little taller than Bob. “Miss Camille De Couer?” he ven- tured advancing and bowing. “Yes, Mr. ----------------she began. “William Dean,” he supplied as she paused, “I came to return your pocket book,” at least, I presume it must be yours.” “Oh, has it fifteen dollars in it and a letter?” she asked eagerly as he put his hand in his pocket. The purse was handed to Camille who sighed with relief, “I’m so glad you found it!” “I didn’t find it,” he said looking into her eyes, “I took it out of your pocket in the trolley yesterday.” Sit- ting down beside her, he related the whole incident. Finally, he concluded THE ROUND TABLE 7 saying, “I’m sorry I’ve worried you so much and I hope you’ll forgive me!’’ On the many evenings that followed Will certainly had no pocketbooks to return to Miss Camille De Couer; his visits, however, became alarmingly fre- quent. Acquaintance ripened into deeper feeling, and Will soon learned that Camille’s choice regarding matri- mony was strangely restricted by an uncle, living in Paris, who demanded that his niece should marry the Due de Berteuil. This information, instead of moderating Will’s ardor, seemed only to make it more intense. Then one evening, Will popped the question, “But,” Camille faintly re- monstrated, “my uncle will prevent our -------------Will’s eyes twinkled roguishly. “Cam,’’ he whispered, “where there’s a Will, there’s a way.” And Camille found that way! Marie Alene Neis, ’27. -------o------- SECOND PRIZE TO THE RESCUE! “Ben” Williams, like most boys, was interested in radio. For this reason his father had bought a three-tube set to satisfy Ben’s longing. There was something else, though, that contribut- ed to Ben’s unusual interest. The Coast Guard Station, which was sit- uated near his home, had a cutter equipped with a transmitter, for use in rescue work. Ben’s greatest desire was to get a chance at that instrument. He had been on board the cutter, Ad- miral Dewey, but he had never been given a chance to work the trans- mitter. A few days later word came that the operator had been taken seriously sick. This left the Coast Guard without a telegraph operator. Ben was hoping that he might be called upon, but he hoped in vain, for Captain Jacobson didn’t say a word to Ben, who knew a great deal about radio. Captain Jacobson had often said that Ben would make a great radio engineer, but why wasn’t he given a chance to use some of his knowledge at the trans- mitter? Cape Kingston was about the stormiest cape along the coast, but now it was as quiet as could be, so there was no need of any rescue boats just now. Ben gave up in despair and jumping down from his seat on a pile of lumber, started home. He noticed that the wind was becoming stronger and that the sky was becoming darker, but he paid little attention to the dark- ness, as it was near night fall. When he reached home the wind had increased in intensity, and rain was falling. He had no more than finished supper, when a knock sounded at the door. It was Captain Jacobson. Ben could tell by the expression of his face, that something was the matter. “Passenger ship in distress,” he in- formed them, “We need Ben for tele- graph operator.” The time had come! He could work at the transmitter! He ran for his coat and hat and left with Captain Jacobson for the Coast Guard Station. They reached there just in time, for as they stepped aboard the “Admiral Dewey,” the storm broke. The lightn- ing flashed through the sky like ton- gues of fire. The thunder rumbled and the waves tossed the cutter about like a chip. Ben went to the transmitter soon and Captain Jacobson to his post of duty. A chug-chug told Ben that they were on their way. Before long they were upon the raging ocean. Ben turned on the apparatus and 8 THE HOUND TABLE began to manipulate the key. The buzzer told him that the transmitter was working. He listened for a call. He heard nothing. He listened again and again and then he heard the feeble dots and dashes of a call, S.O.S.— S.O.S., again and again, he heard the feeble call. He asked, “Where are 7 � They answered, “One hundred and forty-five degrees southwest of Marine Island, drifting a little to the westward. May hit rocks or sand-bar along coast. Ben gave the message to one of the Captain’s assistants and then sent back the answer, “Coming at full speed.” Just then, something cracked. A wire band broken somewhere. He grabbed a piece of wire, a pair of pliers, then started for the deck. The cutter lurched back and forth. The waves slapped against the side of the boat. Ben half walked, half fell up- stairs. He finally reached deck. A huge wave struck the cutter with such force that it nearly turned over. The sudden lurch sent Ben headlong across the deck. He tripped over something and fell. His head hit the iron railing along the deck. A pain shot through his head; then all became unknown to him. A huge wave washed over the deck and drenched him, but at the same time the cold water revived him. He managed to get up and make his way to the left side of the cabin. Here, as he thought he would, he found the trouble. The lead-in wire was held by an insulator, and the wire, swinging back and forth, had finally twisted in two. He quickly fixed the break with a piece of wire and then started back to the cabin. The ship was still calling for help. He again sent the answer, “Coming at full speed.” At this time one of the sailors stepped in and told Ben that they were within a few feet of the ship. Ben went on deck with the sailor. The men were busy handling ropes and chains. The swaying of the ship, added to the hard work of lifting the chains, caused the men to stop for a rest every minute or so. But how could they rescue the ship? It was impossible to get close to the ship in distress, as the ocean was too rough. No life-boat could withstand such choppy waters. So how could they rescue the few people on it? “Tow her in,” Ben suggested. “If she’ll stand it. I’m game,” re- plied the Captain. The men set to work at once and after many hard attempts, succeeded in getting a tow-line to the ship. The strong little cutter started off. She advanced slowly but surely. Before long the lights of the station came into view. The people were treated at the station; some, for wounds received by being thrown against the sides of the cabin. Everybody was given some- thing to eat and remained at the sta- tion until after the storm, when another ship came for them. Ben was not forgotten. They all contributed toward a small gold medal for his services. Here my story ends, for there are no words, which can describe the feelings and greetings that mother and father had for their son, who had returned safe and sound, through the storm. Harold Smock. -------------------o------- TRIALS OF SECURING AN EDUCATION We have all encountered difficulties in going to and returning from school. Of all the difficulties coming to me in attending various places of learning TIEE ROUND TABLE 9 the first was the most difficult. For three long and tedious, yet won- derful and thrilling years I travelled the distance of five miles necessary to be traversed, by foot, on horseback, or by carriage. These five miles were not in the dense African jungles nor in the great wild west but just in some of our “honest-to-goodness-country.” In summer the roads were uncom- fortable to pass over because of the clouds of dust, and in the winter, they were impossible to pass over because of gentle impressions, known as ruts. One cold winter morning we started out with hearts as full of courage, as the roads were full of large drifts of snow. We bundled into a carriage for the usual ride. After the first half mile the horse got “warmed-up’ for he dashed along at a delightful rate of speed. I gazed at the scenery to the right of us and, like a laborer who works when the boss isn’t looking, the horse stopped. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but down—down —nearly out of sight in a beautiful blanket of snow. We dug him out and returned home. We started out again this time in our yellow cart, a con- traption with but two wheels and a single seat. Oh, yes! My mother would drive and I, the smallest, would occupy the middle of the seat, while my sister would sit on the other side of me. We passed the dangerous points and came within a reasonable distance of the school building. “Almost there,’ I volunteered. Just then one wheel went down into a small hole, the cart tipped, precipitating my sister into a snowbank. We gazed in astonishment! Before the cart could right itself the other wheel sank into another hole, so that the cart tipped the other way, and off went my mother taking reins with her, but leaving me, like the monkey I was generally called, perched on the seat alone. Stay there? Not me. I jumped out. The horse stopped, apparently of his own accord. After we had pulled our- selves together, we scrambled back into the cart and finished our journey. Those five years we experienced— rain and hailstorms, runaways, and everything that could happen to two unfortunate yet fortunate children, for at least we both survived. It is the good who die young. Then we moved to within a “stone’s- throw’’ of the school. This fact alone could have caused us to buy a house in town. We managed to make the nine o’clock here, for five years, with- out an over amount of exertion; but all good things must come to a close, for we became or thought we became too advanced for what the school of- fered, consequently we changed schools. We now must go one and a half- miles to school. But—only four years more to go, and, to leave home at eight-thirty, but—that isn’t so bad after all! Fear made us do our work. My sister made her grade but I, always on the tail-end, am still going on. “Don’t forget that school begins its session at fifteen minutes to nine.” That warning slowly, and, after much difficulty, found its way through the two small passages—the only entrance —into the great amount of brain space beyond. It waited, became fil- tered, and finally understood. Fifteen minutes earlier! Not very much but yet a whole lot. I guess I can do it. It’s not so very bad, for, after all the first hundred years are the hardest. G. G., ’26. IO THE ROUND TABLE DULL GOLD Far out on Long Island, two miles from the nearest town, and almost that from any habitation, lies Lake Paradise. Viewing it from the road, one sees nothing but woodland, with tiny roads running through, but if one follow them in—then what a sight! For inside it is not woodland at all, but a clear space of rolling hills, dotted here and there with pine trees. At the foot of one of these hills lies the lake from which the place gets its name— blue and placid, surrounded by tall firs like stern sentinels, so peaceful and lovely that it quite takes one’s breath away. The very wildness of the place enhances its beauty. On the hill overlooking the lake is a little cot- tage—not one of your model summer habitations, but a place as wild and rugged as its surroundings, yet peace- ful and homelike, too, in its own way. As to its occupants— I shall speak of them presently. Many years ago in far off Sweden, a little girl playing at her mother’s knee, raised her big brown eyes to her mother, saying, “Mother, when I grow up I'm going to America and get lots of money; then. I’m going to get a little house in the country and take all the poor little boys and girls I know out there and make them play all day long.’’ “Little foolish one, her mother re- plied, laughing, “run away to your toys and forget such nonsense. But Ruth Larsen had never forgot- ten. Now at the age of twenty-eight, blessed with grace and charm, and happy in the love of an adoring hus- band and little son; she found her dream realized. Every summer she had taken boys and girls out there from the hot, stuffy tenements, and made them play. Now one might see them, walking through the woods, liv- ing under the trees or swimming in the lake. It is about one of these, Doro di Nordo, that this story is written. Ruth (we never called her Mrs.) and I had been friends for two years—that ex- plains my presence at her home. Of our strange meeting I shall merely say that we came face to face one day in the woods, by chance, and a friend- ship sprang up between us that has grown stronger each year. I cannot describe her as I saw her emerging from the trees, clad in knickers, her hair cut short, and her eyes bright from healthful exercise. I can only say that it was as though Peter Pan had come to life. And now—back to Doro. Imagine if you can, a tall, slight boy of fifteen, with the dark olive skin of a true son of Italy, and big black eyes, always with a brooding light in them. One never noted how handsome he was, after being around him much, for of all the dispositions in the world, Doro had the worst. He was sullen and moody, taking every little kindness for granted, but usually thinking every one was bent on harming him. Even Ruth’s cheery smile failed to bring any response, and I have seen her look after him with tears in her eyes, when he had spoken rudely to her, and had run away into the woods. I hated him from the start. His one redeeming feature was his passion for music. He played the flute, never before us, of course, but several times I came upon him in some out-of-the-way spot, play- ing by himself, and with a light in his eyes that I could not understand. I shall never forget the day I ran into him. I had been running down THE ROUND TABLE 11 the hill to the lake just as he was com- ing up, and in my haste I knocked him back against a tree. Of course I apologized, I was really sorry, but he did not let me finish—he had me by the shoulders and was shaking me vici- ously, and his eyes were blazing. “You —you,” he gasped, “you tried to knock me down. I’ll show you—I”!! ft “Doro,” I begged, “Ruth sent me down to—” He gave a start, and his arms drop- ped limply to his side. “Go,” he interrupted, “Go back to her.” He turned from me and ran into the woods. Frightened and shaken, I turned back and sought out Ruth. I found her sitting by the door, a book in her hand, and I slipped down beside her and buried my head in her lap. I did not cry—I was too scared for tears, but I shook like a leaf. “Platt, what is it?” she asked anxi- ously, putting her arms about me. “Doro, again, sole mio,” I replied, “I hate him.” I told her what had hap- pened. When I had finished she look- ed at me and smiled, “But he didn’t harm you, and he won’t either. It’s just that he sees you dislike him. He is not bad at heart.” “But he’s so rude to you—” She laughed. “Yes, because he’s trying to hide his real feeling. His life, you know, has not been happy. Lis- ten—” She laid her hand on my arm. From the woods came the sweet notes of a flute. “A boy who can play like that can not be thoroughly bad,” she said. “But Ruth, he never shows the slightest bit of gratitude.” “Watch, Platt,” she replied, “and I will show you something.” From a box she took an old ring, dirty and worn with age. “You see this? It is dull, isn’t it? Now watch.” With her handkerchief she rubbed the little band and in a few minutes it lay in her hand, bright and gleaming. “That,” she said, “is like Doro— dull gold. Some day something will rub away the dull, and we shall see the pure metal beneath. Now bring me my guitar. You’re cross, today, Platt, and perhaps a song will cheer you up. What shall it be? ‘Sole mio’ all right.” Ten minutes later I had forgotten Doro ever existed. It was a hot, murky day. The clouds hung low, but there was no sign of rain, and every where was heat and dust. Several of the boys went swimming, but Ruth and I preferred a shady nook. We found one, a ways from the bungalow, and sat down be- neath it. The heat was terrible, we could not escape it. Poor Ruth! She had been working hard all morning, and was so tired. “Sit down. Sole Mio,” I said, “and I will fan you.” “But you’ll get hot and tired—” “No, I won’t. You’ve been working since six o’clock, and I haven’t done a thing.” She was too tired to argue, and as I fanned her gently, her eyes closed, and soon she was fast asleep. I sat by her side for some time, but sudden- ly remembering a book I had left at the bungalow, I decided to go back and read. I went quietly, leaving her asleep in the shade of the tree. I don’t know how long I read, but I was far into the story when Tom came running in, breathless. He leaned 12 THE ROUND TABLE against the door for support, and I saw that his face and arms were black- ened from smoke. “What is it, Tom?” I asked anxious- ly He paused a moment for breath, then—“a forest fire, headed for Caan- an Creek. Come quick. We need all the help—we—can get.” I filled a glass with water and held it to his lips. He drank it gratefully, then seizing my hand he ran with me down the road. All the boys were beating feverishly at the brush, unmindful of the blinding smoke, and the terrible heat. Doro was the busiest of all. He was every- where at once. It was a terrible sight —the smoke rolling up in great clouds, the flames licking the trunks of the tall firs. Once in a while one would fall with a crash, and the merciless fire would run on through the dry needles on the ground. Once one of these trees came hurtling down behind me, and only for the quick wit of Doro who snatched me away from danger at just the right moment, I should have been killed. I could not suppress a thought of admiration as I viewed him, his face and hands blackened, and the perspiration rolling down his face in streams. Suddenly I saw him turn and drop the branch he was holding. “You—’’ he cried, (he never would call me Jean) “where is Mrs. Larsen?” In horror I realized that I had left her sleeping under a tree above Caanan Creek. And the fire was rushing head- long in that direction! In terror at the thought of my beloved “Sole Mio” in danger I reeled, and Doro caught me roughly by the shoulder. “Quick!” he said. Between sobs I told him. “You left her there—alone?” he roared, “alone?” “Doro,” I begged, “Doro, don’t look at me like that.” “If she’s hurt—” he began—then looking at me with narrowed eyes— “I’ll kill you!” With that he turned and made a dash headlong into the flames. I had not realized how very near the creek we were, but now I saw the outline of the trees by it, through the smoke, and I knew that once we reached it the fire would be checked. But Ruth—and Doro? In a frenzy of fear I watched, and the next mo- ment a blackened form that I scarcely could recognize as Doro, stumbled out with Ruth in his arms. He laid her on the ground and I turned to him; “Oh Doro, you’re hurt—” He interrupted me with a glance of scorn, “Take care of her and stop talking like a fool. I’m not hurt.” But even as he said it, a shudder ran through his body and he pitched for- ward at my feet. Tom came running, and to him I en- trusted Doro. As for myself I gathered the unconscious form of Sole Mio in my arms and carried her to the bun- galow. She was not much hurt, only hysterical from fright. Immediate rest was all she needed. Luckily there was a powder in the first aid kit, and I gave it to her. She fell asleep, but I did not dare leave her. Ruth’s husband had gone to Patchoque for a doctor and in fear we waited for him to come. Why fear? Because Doro was dying. As yet he had not opened his eyes and I dreaded the moment when Ruth would wake and ask for him. Doro —gold. The doctor came at last, and set about removing the tatters that were once clothes from the little blackened THE ROUND TABLE 13 body. As he did so, Doro emerging from unconsciousness, screamed aloud with pain, a sound that sent a shudder through my body. Ruth, too, heard it and started up. “Doro!” she cried, “Jean, what are they doing to my Doro?” “Lie down,” 1 begged. “Please lie down.” She seized my hand. “Tell me— is he hurt?” I nodded dully. With a groan she closed her eyes and turned her face to the wall, while I, utterly miserable, went out to see if I could help any more. The fire had been checked and there was no more danger. Doro did not die. His recovery was slow, but there came a day when Ruth was allowed to talk to him. She did a thing I have never seen her do before —she fell on her knees beside him and kissed his cheek. Some of the old stubborness came back and he pulled away roughly. “Doro,” she said, looking straight into his eyes, “Why did you do it?” He lowered his lashes. “I don’t want to tell you.” “But you must, Doro. I want to know why you risked your precious life for me.” He hesitated a moment, then said rather sheepishly, “Well, I never had a mother, and you’ve been good to me, and—well—it didn’t matter what hap- pened to me.” “You blessed child—” she smiled, although her lashes were wet, “it shall matter from now on!” And I left them there together, and went out into the woods alone. Doro—gold. jp ¥ ¥ V This item appeared in a N. Y. news- paper recently: “Among the passengers on the Ber- engaria were Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Lar- sen, who with their son Junior, and ward Doro di Nordi, have just returned from Europe where the latter has been studying music. He gives his first re- cital in Carnegie Hall next month.” E. V. H. ’25. -------o------- NEXT! Next! The word, spoken in a deep bass voice, rings in and out of my ears. Here is the fairy word I have waited for almost an hour to hear. Like a doomed man I take off my collar and tie, lay aside the Police Gazette which I have been scanning, march slowly, and with measured step to the chair. I feel like a condemned murderer and I can almost hear the last words of the chaplain as the man puts the cloth over my clothes in front, and fastens it tightly over my neck. Is this the way it is done in Sing-Sing? I wonder. Am I about to be choked to death, electrocuted or get a sh— “Will you have it short or long?”, sweetly inter- rupts the man at my side. Ah! I sigh with relief as I remem- ber I have only come for a shave and a haircut. The cold sweat forming on my brow suddenly gets warmer, and a low cry like the sound of a wounded doe escapes from my lips. I am roused by a terrific whirring noise in my ear and come to find that it is the hair cutter (Pat. applied for March 4, 1923, all rights reserved) and a rough twist of my head by the barber. Suddenly one of the hairs catches and pulls out by the roots. I twist and writhe in the chair. Perhaps, I reflect, I am in the torture chamber and this is 14 THE ROUND TABLE one of the inquisitions. But no, I am, after all, in the barber shop. The barber, at last, turns the switch off and searches in his pocket. What is he going to draw? Nothing but an inno- cent comb and a pair of scissors come from his white jacket. I sit and stare into the mirror at the falling locks I shall never see again. Ouch! What is that! Something goes down my neck and tickles me. It is only falling hair but more and more are falling in my eyes, ears, nose, and throat. I beseech the barber to aid me, as I feel that the one mission for hairs that have been cut is to cause discomfort and pain. He wipes them away with a soft brush and sprinkles powder over my perspiring neck. After some time he finishes with my hair, parts it and perfumes it to his great satisfaction. Then he begins work on my beard. He puts a creamy lather on my face and rubs it in with his fingers and a brush. He takes a villainous looking razor from the case, and nonchalantly strops it. He applies its keenness to his thumbnail and as the edge appears satisfactory, begins operations. Carefully he strokes my face. Sud- denly a thought comes to me. Sup- posing that the barber should suddenly become mad! With one swipe he could cut my neck from ear to ear. I shudder slightly but I hold him in great respect. At length, after he mis- takes my skin for the beard several times, he finishes and applies witch hazel to my face. He suggests sham- poo, massage, and other sundries but I refuse pleasantly, as I think of the money which must last me till payday. I arise with a sigh of relief at having succeeded in getting away from torture or death. He hands me the check and I pay it. As I shut the door I faintly hear the magic word—“Next!” M. B., ’26. -------o------- CLOVIS THE GREAT Chapter II “So this is London!” Clovis gave a great sigh, “Hm, not a bad little town.” He gazed complacently at the tall buildings and the hurrying throng. “Oh daddy, look,” cried Junior, and as he turned to point out some curios- ity to his father, the latter seized him by the collar and pulled him back, just in time to avoid being hit by a big car. “See there?” he cried, turning a wrathful gaze upon his little son, “That’s what you get for not looking where you’re going. I’ve told you time and time again, and this must be the last. You don’t see me running into things. Blah-BIah-blah! ” An hour later he was still talking. So intent was he on laying down the law to his son that he walked straight into a hand cart laden with pears, apples, oranges, etc., and down they went together. He looked about, bewildered. Pears to the right of him, grapes to the left of him, and a banana clutched in either hand. “Well,” said Ruth, “You are a fine one. I can see where I’ve lost my wonderful vacation.” “Vacation ?” he flared up, “Say, whose money is this, anyway?” “Yours,” said a calm voice at his ear, “and you can just hand over $15 of it for the damage done to my cart.” Dead silence accompanied them to the hotel. Being weary, they decided to have dinner sent up to them, and at the sight of the steaming food, Mr. Loso’s spirits soared. “Junior,” he said, sternly, “I’m go- ing to punish you for your carelessness this afternoon. I shall do it in this THE ROUND TABLE 15 manner You must eat at a little table by yourself. You are disgraced and cannot eat with us until you do as papa tells you.” “Papa should practice what he preaches,” put in Ruth. Mr. Loso favored her with an icy stare. So it was that a certain little boy sat down alone at a table placed at a far end of the room. For a long time he sat with head bowed, and Clovis, thinking him to be crying, softened and said, “What’s the matter. Junior?” The curly head popped up, “Noth- in’, I’m just saying a little verse I learned in Sunday School.” “Good for you! Let’s hear it,” our hero replied. Junior folded his hands and droned in a sing-song voice: “Thou prepar- est a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.” Then he dived under the bed. “You little rogue. I’ll spank you good for that.” “You’ll do nothing of the kind,” said his wife, “you ought to be glad one member of the family has a show of intelligence.” After dinner, Clovis piled the dishes on a tray, and going to the other side of the room, said, “Ruth, there’s no use ringing for the boy. I’ll just put these in here.” He opened a door and put in the tray. Crash! From far below came a faint tinkle of broken crockery. “Clovis! Where did you put those dishes?” “On the dumbwaiter I guess,” he replied weakly. “Dumbwaiter by that door,” he said again. “Dumbwaiter! Why you silly! This isn’t New York. That’s an airshaft.” Exit Clovis to soft music. “And poking the revolver in the pit of the villain’s stomach: ‘Utter one word,’ he said, and I’ll blow out your brains.” “What??!” Ruth stopped, speech- less, “Is this another story?” Clovis threw down the pencil in dis- gust. “Yes, if you must know!” he roared, “but how can I work with a woman like you around? I’m going!” For several hours he wandered thru the streets of London, and finally en- tered a hotel in search of the cup that cheers. At the end of the bar stood a tall, distinguished looking man, who kept eyeing him closely. Finally he edged up the bar close to our hero, and whispered gravely, “The great Poet?” Clovis looked at him in amazement. How had his fame spread so quickly? “Loso,” he stammered. “Yes, yes,” said the other, “John Loso.” “No—Clovis.” “Oh—my mistake. Well, I am— “here,” he paused to look furtively around. “We cannot talk here,” he whisper- ed, “Come outside.” “Now,” he said, when he had Clovis alone, “I will tell you who I am, you see. Now before you stands Stanley Powers, chief advisor to the king of England.” Our hero gasped. “And I have a plan to propose to you. Ed. is looking for a poet laure- ate, and I feel certain that you are the very man we want.” “But,” protested our hero, “why should you do this for me?” “Because I see that you are an un- usual man. Now remember, meet me here at 6:30 P. M. Tuesday, and I will present you to the king.” With that 16 THE ROUND TABLE he was gone. “A book?” asked Ruth as she took the bundle from Clovis’ arms. “I’ve always wanted to read ‘If Winter Comes’—“Book of Etiquette!' Why— “Yes,” he replied, “I am to be pre- sented at court, and I must know what to do.” He went on to tell her what had happened. “Hm, sounds funny to me,” she said. He picked up the book and read: When leaving the court, one must never turn his back on the king and queen, but must back out gracefully.” He laid the book down, and bowing low, retreated to the door, which he had left open, and without realizing where he was going, he kept on back- ing. Suddenly he reached the top of the stairs, his feet slipped from under him and the steps rose to meet his chin. “Clovis! did you miss the step?” Ruth ran to the head of the stairs. He groaned. “No, I hit every darn one of ’em.” Tuesday night found him at the cor- ner agreed upon, pacing anxiously back and forth. What if Powers should not come? Suppose—Oh, here he was now. “I see you are on time,” said Pow- ers, smiling. “That is well. Come.” And he took our hero by the arm. “Not so fast there, Jim,” said a voice behind them, and Clovis’ com- panion was seized by the collar. “What does this mean!” roared Powers, “Do you know who I am? I’m Chief Advisor to the King, and I’ll—” “Oh yes, and last time you were Napoleon’s long lost brother. Come on, Jim, back to St. Anne's asylum for yours.” Clovis dashed home. “Ruth,” he cried, “pack our grips, we leave for France on the next boat!” (To be continued) By E. V. H. ’25. --------o------- We read in the last issue of the “Round Table” the statement that Latin is a dead language studied for use in the after world. We could never allow this statement to go unchallenged, and we feel called upon to make a few observations upon the subject. Anyone who has ever studied Latin does not think it is dead. On the contrary, the person himself is likely to be dead after a few weeks of study. If Latin is a dead language, who killed it? Let us now consider a few facts in reference to history: Cicero, Caesar, and Virgil all spoke Latin. Where are they today? Dead! Latin was too much for them. It is not the language which is dead, but the people who have tried to speak it. This proves that Latin is not a dead language, but a deadly one. Besides, Latin is always useful. Look at John Wilkes Booth. After he shot Lincoln, if he leapt to the stage and shouted, “Die doggone ya,” or, “Heh! Heh! I have meh rahvenge”, it would not have been nearly so ap- propriate as “Sic Semper Tyrannis.” This illustration shows another great reason for studying Latin. We have it from unauthentic sources that one mil- lion per cent of all the pupils who take up Latin do so for the purpose of studying out what “Sic Semper Tyran- nis” means. Most people think that Booth had a dog by the name of Tyrannis, and he was trying to “sic” him onto someone in the audience by the name of Semper. W. M. T., ’26. THE ROUND TABLE 17 ALUMNI NOTES Again I have been asked to submit an article for the Alumni department of The Round Table. I comply most willingly, not because I will see my name in print, but because it gives me another opportunity to thank those who have made it possible for thou- sands, including myself, to enjoy the advantages offered by the Red Bank public schools. Because of the intelligence and rec- titude of those who have been fore- most in Red Bank’s public school ac- tivities, expenditures of money, time and endeavor have produced results which are the envy of other cities and this has been brought about without unreasonably burdening our taxpayers. It would be ungrateful indeed not to recognize and give thanks for the beneficence of our public school sys- tem. One has only to visionize the school room of a few years ago to comprehend that no real advance is made without sacrifice, that something for nothing is not the rule of life and that where progress is made it neces- sarily couples with it a cost, either in energy or money and many times both. When a visitor to our public schools views the comfort which surrounds him he is quite apt to conclude too quickly that there is quite some waste of money and effort and that the cost of pro- gress is extravagence. Yet, if we per- mit our minds to revert to the lesson of the class room we know that where there is an effect there must be a cause and that the law of averages will prove correct. There are problems still to be met in providing adequately for the educa- tional requirements of our growing community but no one conversant with the character of our citizenship will doubt its capacity to carry on. Every member of the alumni of the Red Bank public schools owes a debt of gratitude to our school system and should willingly lend aid to further advance the welfare of the community through our educational institutions. Faith in the future was recently ex- pressed by the voting of several thou- sands of dollars for additional school room which will be another monument to our higher life and to the advance- ment of civic ideals. No place looks forward with more confidence and a deeper realization of her destiny than Red Bank. Our school system will advance in propor- tion to the willingness of our people to give and strive in order to be recom- pensed in later years with the satis- faction of achievement. Thomas Irving Brown, Class 1897. The proof reader on a small Middle Western daily was a woman of great precision and extreme propriety. One day a reporter succeeded in getting into type an item about “Willie Brown, the boy who was burned in the West End by a live wire.” On the following day the reporter found on his desk a frigid note asking, “Which is the West End of a boy?” It took only an instant to reply: “The end the son sets on, of course.” 18 THE ROUND TABLE SENIOR NOTES As usual the Class of 1925 have been trying to live up to their motto, “To be rather than to seem and I will leave it to the readers of the Round Table to decide whether or not they have succeeded. The Senior Class of Red Bank High Often seemingly impossible things do try. Behold! they now have proved untrue Even the fact that dances do. Regardless of expense and pains. Always show no financial gains. They gave a dance. Yes, it is true Each one added to their treasury. Rather unusual class you see. Their next affair, January the six- teenth day. Has all the promise of success they say. A committee headed by Gray and with wonderful rep, Never can fail to add lots of pep. There’s Echo and Kathryn and two Dorothy’s, Oakey, Colio and the two B’s. Such a committee will surely do Everything in their power to put the thing thru. Eats, dancing, and the usual play May be expected, but given in an un- usual way. -------o------- The Senior Class of 1925 has suc- cessfully given two dances. One on November 10; the other on November 28. Everyone agrees that he had a wonderful time, and the Senior Class wishes to extend their thanks to all who helped to make these dances suc- cessful. This expression of gratitude is not confined wholly to the present members of the student body, but also to the alumni and other townspeople who are not in High School, but who take interest in High School activities. THE ROUND TABLE 19 The dances were also successful financially, $65 being cleared. The committees for the dances were: The dance held on Nov. 10— Clarence Gray, Chairman Henry Fix, Tickets Frank Kaiser, Music Charles Oakerson, Decorations Janette Smock, Decorations For the second dance: Henry Fix, Chairman Wallace Wilson, House Charles Oakerson, House Frank Kaiser, Music --------------o------ SOPHOMORE NOTES The fourth meeting of the Sopho- more Class was called to order by the president, and the minutes of the pre- vious meeting were read and approved by the class. Mr. Van Brunt spoke about Mrs. Crandall having to leave us, and suggested sending her a card of thanks which was also approved by the class. A welcome was given to the new adviser. Miss Hotchkiss, by the president. A suggestion was given to have a banner, and another not to have one. These suggestions will be voted on at the next meeting. A standard design for the rings was also spoken about. A special executive meeting was held. In the latter it was decided to give Mrs. Crandall a foun- tain pen instead of a card. A motion was made that the meeting be ad- journed. The Minutes of the Class of 28 The second class meeting of the Class of 28 was held October 8, 1924. During this meeting the Constitution was read and accepted by the class. The members of the color committee appointed by the president are: Delphine Aschettino Gertrude Britton William Greenwood Morgan Colio The regular monthly meeting of the 9A Class was held on November 5, 1924. During this meeting the class colors were discussed. A special meet- ing of the class of twenty-eight was held on November 19, 1924. The pur- pose of this meeting was to select the class colors. In the absence of the president the vice president took her place. The class voted on various combinations of colors and selected the combination of blue and gold. The 9B Freshman class met on December third. They decided to hold their meetings on the first Wednesday of each month. -------o------- EXCHANGES First, let us welcome all of our read- ers both old and new. Let’s hope they will continue to visit us regularly. We hope that any criticism that we have given will be taken in a kindly spirit as it was thus tendered. AS WE SEE OTHERS: The Altruist, West Hoboken High School. Your paper is very complete, and well organized. Your cuts are very good. F. H. S. Spirit, Freehold High School. Your write ups on the different school activities are fine. Keep the good work up. The Skyrocket, Lowell School, In- diana. We’ll welcome you as a new ex- change. Your editorials are great. Hope you will call again. High School Times, Hightstown High School. A very wide awake paper just burst- ing with school news. 20 THE ROUND TABLE The Red and Blue, Franklin School, N. Y. Your magazine is Al. We especially enjoyed the “Webster Revised. ’ Why not try a Joke Department? Hope to see you soon again. The Phenix Westwood High School. Your editorials show a great deal of work, and your paper is very com- plete. But why not have a few more class notes? The Ranger, Chelmsford High School, Mass. A very interesting weekly paper. Come again! The Spotlight, Cranford High School. The poetry is excellent, and your Literary Department is fine. The Keyhole, Trenton Normal School. Don’t you think keeping the jokes in one department would add to the im- provement of your magazine? Other- wise your magazine is very attractive. Tune in Station R. B. H. S. again. The Periscope, Perth Amboy High School. The same is true with your magazine as with “Keyhole.” We would suggest you too, keep all of the jokes in one department. Mazda, Saranac Lake High School. Welcome! A fine paper. The essay on “Educating the Immigrant” is very good. Why not comment on your dif- ferent exchanges? We might also suggest that a few more cuts would improve the appearance of your paper. Pay us another visit. The Spectator, Paterson Boy’s High School. You have a splendid magazine. Your cuts are great. We consider your paper one of our best exchanges. We enjoy your company. The Reflector, Leonardo High School. A very newsy paper. Your Exchange Department deserves a great deal of credit. The Inkwell, Cape May High School. Your editorial on “Loyalty” “hits the nail on the head.” Your paper is very complete. The Li-tha-ni, Manasquan High School. A well organized paper. Your Liter- ary Department is excellent. We might suggest that you keep your jokes in one department. Cedar Chest, Toms River High School. The cuts of the different depart- ments are the best of any school paper of our exchanges. Your paper shows a lot of hard work on the part of the staff. Congratulations! The Leonian, Leonia High School. A very interesting paper. The dif- ferent Class Photographs add to its attractiveness. Don’t you think a few more original jokes would add to the popularity of your department. Prepster, Newark Prep. Welcome! Your paper is very cleverly gotten up, and your different school activities are interesting. Ring us up soon! The Buzzer, Hackensack High School. A very clever weekly paper. Don’t forget to buzz in again. The Caldron, Friend’s Select School. Don’t you think that you take life to seriously? Why not have a larger Joke Department? The Chronicle, Niagara Falls High School. Your paper is a very up to date one. It is just full of school activities. It shows that your staff is wideawake. TIIE ROUND TABLE 21 FOOTBALL OUR TEAM Our football team is tried and true. The members, they are all true blue. Through them. Red Bank High School’s name. Is known to others and to fame. No other high school can compete. To try and beat us is a feat. Each player helps, and does his best. And that is why we beat the rest. (Exchange). The 1924 Football season proved probably the greatest that Red Bank has ever had—even greater in fact than that of 1922 when our team at- tained the Class B championship of the state. Our football team was some Team! The members played together and fought their hardest for the school. Furthermore, after an un- impressive start, the team shattered all former district records by winning seven consecutive games, and scoring 231 points against strong teams to their opponents three. Some record, eh? Then, as to spirit. The support of the student body by attending the dis- tant games as well as those at home, proved a stimulant, and an inspiration, and made the team fight all the harder. To Mr. Sieber, the credit for a very large part of the teams success is due, for it was really immeasurably due to his efficient coaching, and his injection of real football spirit into the team that the season was so successful. Mr. Smith and Mr. Lovett gave a great deal of their time and effort in training the team, and we take this means of thanking them, as well as all others who helped to make the season a successful one, both athletically and financially. Unfortunately, although Red Bank easily deserved and could win the Class B state championship, due to the fact that two other schools, Princeton and Rahway, were undefeated. Red Bank had to be content to be tied for the honor. At the annual football election “Ed” Hubbard was chosen captain for next season. The Chronological record of the 1924 football season is as follows: Red Bank 0 Asbury Park 32 22 THE ROUND TABLE 14 Westfield 0 24 South Orange 0 37 Freehold 0 37 Chattle 0 60 South Amboy 0 Toms River (cancelled) 46 Lakewood 0 13 Leonardo 3 231 35 Coach, H. C. Sieber. Trainers, G. L. Lovett, Jos. Smith. Capt., Frank Kaiser. Mgr., Wm. Colio. Asst. Mgr., Ed. McDermott. Varsity. Ed. Irwin, E; Moller, T; Noonan, G; Wilson, C; Jeffry, G; Sweil, G; Kai- ser, T; Cooke, E; Oakerson, Q.B; Taylor, H.B; Rice, H.B; Bennett, F.B; C. Irwin, E; Hubbard, H. B; E. Leddy, Q.B. Red Bank Trounces Freehold. At the county seat, the Red and Gray team, in an exhibition of splendid football, decisively defeated Freehold by the score of 37—0. Red Bank again showed improvement in this game. The backs and the line worked in perfect coordination, and the man with the ball was always given perfect interference. The short periods and penalties kept Red Bank from rolling up a greater score. Red Bank kicked off to Freehold. The county seaters had a splendid of- fensive backfield with a deceptive at- tack. They made two first downs on trick plays through the line. They were earning a third when Kaiser made a flying tackle and through the runner for a five yard loss. Freehold was forced to kick. Red Bank started a march down the field with Rice and Taylor advancing the ball behind per- fect team play. Taylor ran around of end fifteen yds. for a touchdown and Oakerson scored the extra point on a forward pass. Rice kicked to Free- hold’s 20 yard line where, after several unsuccessful plays, they were forced to kick. Rice and Taylor and Bennett again advanced to scoring distance, when Taylor scored the second touch- down. The quarter ended with the ball in Freehold’s possession. Aided by penalties Freehold made a first down, but sterling line play forced them to kick. Red Bank marched down the field and crossed the goal line again. The third period was a repetition of the first and through wonderful team play and interference, which was a feature of the game, Taylor scored a brace of touchdowns. In this quar- ter, Red Bank used her bag of tricks, and many forward passes. In the final period a long forward pass to Cooke brought the ball on the 2 yd. line. Taylor scored the final touchdown of the game. Early in this period Rice ran 80 yards, and across the goal, but was recalled because of a penalty. With about five minutes to play the scrubs were put in and per- formed creditably. The student body showed excep- tional spirit in getting to the game as they did, and cheering our boys on to victory. Chattle’s Waterloo. Oct. 31, 1924 At Long Branch, Chattle went down to inglorious defeat at the hands of our loyal followers of the pigskin oval. Since Chattle beat us 1 3—0, the pre- vious season, our long anticipated re- venge sat sweet within the mouths of THE ROUND TABLE 23 the numerous Red Bank students who watched with relish the vindication of our former defeat. The total score piled up by our relentless team was 37—0, and marked Red Bank’s fourth straight victory. Although we are not a sobwriter we cannot help but sympathize most contritely with the poor Chattle adher- ents who did so much to spur their team on. A parade of a great many Chattle students which passed through Long Branch, a brass band played, there was an organized cheering sec- tion ’n everything, but victory—we took that. Moller, Red Bank’s candidate for all state honors did something unpre- cedented in Red Bank’s gridiron his- tory by scoring a touchdown in a sensa- tional manner after neatly blocking a kick, and running 16 yards over the goal, within the first 65 seconds of play. Kaiser gave him good interference. The entire Red Bank team played as one man. Our powerful backfield gained easily and steadily through Chatties’ line, and around her ends, gaining 12 first downs to the latter’s 3. Chattle was outplayed in every depart- ment of the game and could not break through Red Bank’s superior line for 35 yards in the whole game. Moller and Kaiser, the two tackles, with Wil- son, Jeffrey, and Sweel were greatly responsible for holding Chattle score- less, and for Red Bank’s large score by their splendid defense, and by open- ing holes for the offense. Irwin and Cooke efficiently protected the wings. Both Rice, and Taylor made brilliant runs after gaining from 10 to 20 yards, while Bennett was instrumental in providing first downs when neces- sary, and always gained consistently through the line. Red Bank’s aerial attack was very successful, 7 passes out of 12 being completed, gaining 125 yards and one resulting in a touchdown by Rice on a 15 yard gain. Cooke caught 3 good passes for a total of 38 yards, Taylor caught a few, and a long pass from Rice to Irwin netted 50 yards. Rice’s educated toe performed very well by sending high and long punts way down Chattle territory. Rice made 3, Taylor 2, and Moller 1 touchdown, while Oakerson scored the extra point. Score: Red Bank...........7 6 12 12 Long Branch ...... 0 0 0 0 Red Bank 60; South Amboy 0. Nov. 8, 1924 Whatever ambitions South Amboy gridiron warriors may have fostered when they trooped on Knollwood field were converted into a stinging defeat. Red Bank’s terrific onslaught was too much for the husky South Amboy eleven, and did not stop until it had scored 9 touchdowns and 6 extra points, a total of 60. The writer made a solemn promise before this game that if Red Bank scored 50 points, he would write up the game in poetry. However, he not being a poet nor ever poetically in- clined, and also no one forcing him to adhere to his promise, he determined to write prose. However, conscience stricken he decided to write it in poet- ry. Therefore, kindly regard the fol- lowing as blank verse. (Harmonious and profuse apologies to Shakespeare) South Amboy was hopelessly out- classed throughout the whole contest, but played gamely and well by holding our team to such a low score. 24 THE ROUND TABLE Our team proved its calibre in this game making its highest score of the season. Moller, the star tackle, started the scoring streak within the first two min- utes of play, when in practically the same situation as in the preceding Chattle game, he blocked South Am- boy’s kick and romped 20 yards for a touchdown. It was a spectacular block, and a splendid run. On South Amboy’s first play after the second kickoff. Rice neatly intercepted a for ward pass and raced through the entire South Amboy team 35 yards for a touchdown. Later in the quarter after a fine 20 yard run by an Amboy back, Taylor spoiled Amboy’s chance to score by intercepting a forward and after running 40 yards bringing the ball to South Amboy’s 40 yard stripe, and was a splendid run and a touch- down seemed sure until Hoggy was tackled by 2 men. After gains by Ben- nett and Taylor, Oakerson fumbled but Noonan managed to capture the ball out of the scramble. Rice made 15 yards on an end run. Taylor made 13 yards, and was tackled on Amboy’s 2 yard line. Rice brought the ball over the goal, and Irwin made the point. Red Bank already scored 19 points in the first 7 minutes of play. For the rest of the quarter Red Bank forced South Amboy back, and nice runs by Oakerson, Rice and Taylor brought the oval to S. A.’s 2 yard stripe as the whistle blew for the cul- mination of the first quarter. Red Bank did not score however, on account of a fumbled pass which Am- boy retrieved. After Amboy kicked to midfield. Rice and Taylor made 2 successive first downs on end runs, Irwin made 12 yards on a pass, and Red Bank gained at will, finally bring- ing the ball to Amboy’s 10 yard line, where a chance to score was lost on a pass being grounded behind the goal line. Afterward Rice made a touch- down, after a pass to Irwin netted 24 yards. Hubbard went in for Taylor, Leddy for Oakerson, and Parker for Wilson. Hubbard made the extra point. The half soon ended with the score 26—0. Early in the next half, S. A. furnish- ed a scare by possessing the ball on Red Bank’s 3 yard line, on a 15 yard penalty. Red Bank allowed Amboy another yard and then showed its superb defensive potentiality by hold- ing S. A. for 3 downs until the latter fumbled but recovered with a loss. Then, a drop kick was attempted but failed, and Red Bank was saved from the ignominy of being scored against. A little later South Amboy tried an- other drop kick from the 25 yard line after intercepting a pass. Then an- other drop kick failed after another Red Bank pass was intercepted. Mol- ler was doing some splendid work on the defense. Leddy made a speedy run off tackle for 15 yards, and Rice added 12 more. A lateral from Rice to Hubbard and a splendid run netted 25 yards. Bennett added a few, and then the wizard “Eddie” Leddy scored a touchdown, after speeding around an end and through the entire Amboy team for 20 yards. After Hubbard on a 15 yard end run brought the ball to Amboy’s 3 yard line, Rice scored an- other touchdown. For the remainder of the game Leddy and Hubbard and Bennett furnished plenty of thrills by their splendid runs. Hubbard made a touchdown and Leddy the point. Al- most all the subs were now herded into the game, and showed up to good ad- THE ROUND TABLE 25 vantage. Hubbard soon scored a touchdown on an end run, and now near the close of the game, Bennett made the point after charging at and being absolutely stopped by a goal post. He finally veered to one side, and fell over the final stripe. For South Amboy, Shephard, Geehan, and Parkerson starred. Score: Red Bank 19 7 6 28—60 South Amboy 0 0 0 0— 0 Line-up S. A. vs. R. B. Ed. Irwin.......L.E........... Adams Kaiser (Capt.). L.T.......... Reiner Noonan..........L.G....... Mortinson Wilson.......... C. Van Hise Jeffrey........R.G......... Ferguson Moller R.T. Keegan C. Irwin.......R.E....... Lamberson Oakerson.......Q.B........... Geehan Taylor L.H.B. Oliver Rice..........R.H.B. Holman Bennett F.B........ Shephard Substitutes for Red Bank: Smith for Noonan; Hubbard for Taylor; E. Leddy for Oakerson; Par- ker for Wilson; Gallegher for E. Irwin; Hope for Jeffrey; Finklestein for Moller; Ivans for C. Irwin; Ebie for Kaiser. Red Bank, 46; Lakewood, 0. November 14, 1924 Displaying a strong deceptive attack and a remarkably tight defense, Red Bank ran rough shod over their op- ponents, downing them under an aval- anche of touchdowns. In the first minute of play, a Lake- wood kick was blocked and Moller fell on the ball over the goal line, making the first touchdown. During the entire game. Red Bank employed a steam roller type of attack led by Oakerson, which flattened the opposition. The air waves were also used very effectively in gaining many points. Last year Lakewood defeated Red Bank, and this victory was, therefore, very gratifying to the Red Bank back- ers. Doing their best to emulate the deeds of the ’22 eleven, the Red and Gray boys fought and fought until the final whistle which spelled relief for tired resort boys. Lakewood, however, deserves much credit for the courage- ous game she played, but she could not display the attack by which she beat Red Bank the year before. The Lakewood eleven showed better men- tal gymnastics than any other eleven during the season, and then especially the backfield—Cooms, Hirsch, and Constantine were very fast and clever. In the third quarter Irwin scored on a long forward pass. Taylor as usual contributed his long run feature, but was pulled down from behind just five yards from the goal line. Oakerson then succeeded in pushing it across the line. Taylor, Rice, and Bennett scored on end runs and line plunges. The Line-up: Red Bank Lakewood E. Irwin L.E Mohel Kaiser (Capt.) L.T .... Schutzbank Wilson C Taylor Noonan L.G McCanlay Jeffrey R.G Pulchrans Moller R.T Steckler C. Irwin R.E Newman Oakerson Q.B .... Constantino Taylor L.H.B Hirsch Rice R.H.B Coombs Bennett F.B Horner Subs: Red Bank — - Hubbard for Taylor; DeGarve for Rice. 26 THE ROUND TABLE Toms River Game Cancelled. On Saturday, Nov. 22, the weather man was cruel to us, and due to the exceedingly inclement weather Toms River phoned to Red Bank, and the game was mutually cancelled much to the regret of our grizzly moleskin clad warriors, who were very eager to add another victory to our string. How- ever, the elements were kinder to us on Thanksgiving day. Ah! Red Bank, 13; Leonardo, 3 Even though Leonardo scored against Red Bank in their annual fiasco, the Red and Gray team left the field with gladdened hearts for they earned a real victory. Red Bank avenged the defeat of last season by Leonardo. This game marked the last appearance in moleskins for Red Bank of Rice, Moeller, Bennett, Oakerson, Jeffrey, Irwin, Wilson and many others. Rice and Bennett scored their last touchdowns for Red Bank. Through most of the game, the teams swept back and forth the field in a deadlock. Red Bank’s gains came mostly on long end runs, with a few smashing line plunges and forward passes, most of which were successful. For Leonardo’s lone tally, a smiling back sent a long splendid drop kick over the bar after a few previous at- tempts had failed. Senior vs. Junior Dec. 9, 1924 In their annual interclass meeting, which in the spirit of intense rivalry equals the famous Army vs. Navy bat- tle, the Seniors trounced the Juniors by the score of 18—0. The game was played at Victory field soon after school, on a windy, snappy afternoon. Neither class was very well represent- ed by their class mates, but neverthe- less they had a fast game. The Juniors surprised the Seniors by their extraordinary strength on the defense, the Seniors making practically all their gains on end runs. The back- field for the Seniors was composed of Kaiser, Moller, Irwin, and Oakerson. Oakerson was the only varsity in his regular position. The others were var- sity linemen. The regular backfield, Taylor, Rice, and Bennett, played on the line. Although this change was made they all played as though they had been in their present positions all year. The Juniors had Hubbard, DeGarve, E. Leddy, and F. Leddy, the first three being first team subs, who received their letters. The Juniors kicked off and Taylor made a neat 32 yard run back to the Senior 35 yard line. Then the Senior onslaught began netting them a first down. The unexpected came. Hub-� bard nicely intercepted a forward pass and was downed in his tracks. The Juniors failed to gain more than a few yards and were forced to kick, Oaker- son receiving the ball and running it back 10 yds. On the next play Kaiser, with great interference made a run of 20 yards. Four more first downs were gotten by line plunges and end runs until the ball was pushed to the Juniors 20 yard line where Sweel recovered a fumble and it was the Juniors ball The Juniors kept the ball for a while but Moller recovered a fumble on the 28 yard line before the Juniors had gotten first down. The quarter ended with the Seniors in possession of the ball on the 8 yard line. At the beginning of the second quarter Oakerson took the ball over for the first touchdown with a fine play TITE ROUND TABLE 27 through center. The try for a point failed. The Seniors then kicked off to the Juniors and the Juniors were held for downs. Kaiser then made a fine 25 yard run through splendid in- terference. The ball moved back and forth first the Seniors getting in posses- sion of it and then the Juniors, but none could score before the half ended. In the third after a little seesawing the Seniors managed to get the ball on the Juniors 7 yard line after line plunges and end runs by MoIIer, Kaiser, and Irwin. Then Irwin suc- ceeded in crossing the goal for the second touchdown. The point failed. Irwin kicked off over the goal line for a touchback and the ball was brought twenty yards. After the Jun- iors plunged through the line a few times they made their first down. A long run by Hubbard and then by Leddy brought the ball to the 50 yard line. Leddy then gotten out of the way his brother Eddy made a long run but was brought down by Oaker- son by the 10 yard line. A series of losses and a penalty brought the ball into the Seniors hands as the third quarter ended. Oakerson made 7 yards through tackle, Kaiser added 4 on an end run, making it a first down. Irwin, Kaiser, and Oakerson made steady successive gains, and Irwin tore through left tackle for 1 1 yards. Moller after dropping the ball picked it up and neatly raced 17 yards before he was tackled. Kaiser made 8 yards through center. Irwin brought another first down with a 5 yard run. Kaiser then made a long run of 40 yards bringing the ball to the Juniors 1 yard line. Irwin then took the ball over for the third and last touchdown. The try for the point failed. It was getting dark now and a full moon shown brightly from the skys. The boys in the moleskins now played, or rather fought, under the stimulating influence of moonshine. During the Juniors control of the pigskin oval after the kick-off E. Leddy made 5 yards, E. Hubbard made 3 on an end run, and then a misjudged pass lost 12 yards for them. The Seniors then got the ball. Kaiser then made 7 yards, and a pass was incompleted, and the game ended. The Line-up: Seniors Juniors Taylor L.E Ivans Rice L.T Smith Noonan L.G Martinson Wilson C C. Irwin Stout R.G Sweel Jeffrey R.T Cooke Bennet R.E Ebie Oakerson Q.B E. Leddy Moller F.B Hubbard Kaiser R.H.B C. DeGarve Irwin L.H.B F. Leddy Subs: S. Maloney for Stout G. Gallagher for Ivans Touchdowns: Irwin (2) Oakerson (I). First Downs: Seniors 1 3 Juniors 2 Ground gained from Scrimmage: Seniors 218 yds. 22 in. Juniors 79 yds. First team “RY : F. Kaiser (Capt.), W. Colio (Mgr.), E. Irwin, C. Irwin, J. Sweel, J. Noonan, W. Wilson, W. Jeffrey, H. Moller, J. Cooke, C. Oakerson, E. Leddy, C. Ben- nett, W. Rice, G. Taylor, E. Hubbard, C. DeGarve, P. Smith. Second team “RY : E. McDermott (Asst. Mgr.), C. Ebie, 28 THE ROUND TABLE G. Gallagher, J. Maloney, L. Finkel- stien, W. Ivins, G. Carrey, F. Nielson, F. Hope. Ed. McDermott was elected manager for 1925 by the football squad. -------o------ BASKETBALL Red Bank’s basketball season is under way. Although the first two games ended in defeat the season’s outlook is promising as we have prac- tically our entire last year’s varsity. “Fritz” Leddy was elected captain of this years team and his choice as leader is considered fortunate for the team as he has proven himself capable in past athletics. Mr. Lovett has worked hard with the boys, and due to his efficient tutelage the team will probably attain a high rating as it did last year. Last year’s team had 1 1 victories and 3 defeats to its credit, one at the hands of Freehold which had been defeated twice before by the Red and Gray. Since the team is handicapped by not having a gym, the accession of our new gym will be greeted with es- pecial enthusiasm as it will mean a real opportunity for the present and future Red Bank teams to have practice and play games on its home court. South River Game Dec. 5, 1924 At South River, our team was de- feated by the home team 50 to 24 after a hard game. Red Bank had hardly any supporters from the student body as it was inconvenient to go to South River in the hard rain, yet the team played its hardest and deserves a great deal of praise for the showing it made. At the end of the first half the score was 33 to 2, but in the next half Red Bank played South River almost to a standstill scoring practic- ally all its points, and holding South River closely. All the Red Bank play- ers played well. Rice and Leddy doing most of the scoring, and playing a fine defensive game. Sakolowski, the South River star and all state basket- ball choice for last year, starred for the home team scoring most of the points, and playing a marvelous defensive game. F. Leddy, E. Leddy, Sweel, Kaiser, Rice, Tierney, Oakerson, McKnight and Fix represented the Red and Gray. Red Bank, 30; At. Highlands, 34 In a hard, closely contested game at the local Y. M. C. A., Atlantic High- lands barely defeated Red Bank. The entire game was fast and furious but cleanly played, and neither team could draw away for most of the first half. However, at half time, Atlantic Highlands had 19 to Red Bank’s 13 points. Late in the 2nd half, with Highlands 8 points in the lead, the Red and Gray staged a terrific comeback, adopting a daring offense and attempt- ing shot after shot from all angles, and the score would have probably been tied, but for the two splendid baskets made by “Bus”, the Highland right guard, whose offensive playing was a feature of the game. Atlantic Highlands forwards did practically all the scoring for the coast boys, while Rice, Kaiser and Leddy did most of the scoring for Red Bank. Tierney played a splendid game in offense and defense, while “Eddy” Leddy’s was really magnificent. “Fritz” Rice, Sweel, McKnight and Kaiser also starred especially in those exciting, throbbing, heart-rending, last few min- utes. Last year, we beat Atlantic High- lands 46—21. THE ROUND TABLE 29 Red Bank At. Highlands Tierney 6 R.F. 10 F. Leddy 9 L.F. 9 Kaiser 6 C. 3 Rice 7 R.G. 12 E. Leddy 0 L.G. 0 J. Sweel 2 F. 0 McKnight 0 C 30 34 E. V. Newman, Referee. -------o------- GIRLS’ BASKETBALL At a practice, Henrietta Brown was elected Captain of the Girls’ Basketball team for this year. We all know that “Chicken” will make a good Captain. She is also president of the East New Jersey League. Estelle Yanko is man- ager of the team. The squad consists of the follow- ing: Centers—Katherine Higginson, Em- ily McClellan, Helen Brevoort. Side Center — Henrietta Brown, Beatrice Kell, Sylvia Miller, Sylvia Aul. Forwards—Marion Scheidt, Dorothy Haviland, Gladys Schneider, Janice Sobel, Dorothy Morris, Gladys Nor- man, Dorothy Oakley. Guards — Mary Hartner, Emily Stryker, Ethel Robinson, Echo Cham- berlain, Virginia Lourino. The schedule is as follows: Jan. 9, Freehold, here. Jan. 12, Atlantic Highlands, away. Jan. 15, Leonardo, here. Jan. 20, Matawan, here. Feb. 4, Point Pleasant, away. Feb. 1 1, Leonardo, away. Feb. 18, Asbury Park, here. Feb. 25, Perth Amboy, here. March 2, Atlantic Highlands, here. March 6, Asbury Park, away. March 12, Matawan, away. March 18, Perth Amboy, away. March 23, Freehold, away. March 25, Point Pleasant, here. ---------------o------- When better football is played. Red Bank will play it. I’d walk a mile to see them, but it is not necessary as the High School is nearby. It is good to the last minute. The colors are Red and Gray. It floats and is 99 44-100 per cent pure. The squad is driven by Harry Seiber and is lubricated by George Lovett. For economical trans- portation of touchdowns see Bennett, Rice, Taylor, and Oakerson. What a whale of a difference a few cents makes, ask the man who knows. Keep that school-girl complexion with Miss Loux, ask dad he knows. We put the world to sleep, so get in touch with Red Bank High. C.D.-H.M. —o— Five Wise Sayings from Great Men. A boy without a girl is like a home without a dog—G. Williamson. Reading the print off a book is like committing a crime—A. Boice. Civics is a study that all should abhor—C. Irwin. To lead a clean life—Take a daily bath.—P. Smith. Brains are made to live on.—L. Colio. It has come to our knowledge that Miss Gates recently took a cross-word puzzle away from one of her pupils. She then proceeded to solve it herself. Well, teacher’s privilege we suppose. Tony Sharabba: “Why are teeth like verbs?” Dot Turkington: “I don’t know.” Tony: “Because they are regular, irregular, and defective.” Teacher in Science: “George, what makes people see stars.” Geo. Williamson: “Darkness.” She held out her hand. The young man took it and departed. Miss Rowe: “Your answer is as clear as mud.” Frank Warner: “Well it covers the ground doesn’t it?” —O— Gertrude Britton: “Roosevelt had his rough-riders and became presi- dent.’ Bill Greenwood: “Then how about Ford?” Mrs. Pearsoll (Reading to Class) : “So the king sentenced him to be thrown into a cauldron of boiling soap and water.” Morgan Colio: “What Lux! What Lux!” Miss Gates (in history class): “What started the trouble at ancient Troy?” Ned Mix: “A beauty contest.” Wanted—some real good jokes, not yet published. Heard in Baby Latin class— “Now, does anyone know the mean- ing of ‘Veni, vidi, vici ”? G. Powers (enthusiastically): “Twinkle, twinkle, little star.” Latin 10B— “Helvitii ratibus-iunctis etc.” G. Dennis—“The Helvetians joined the navy.” English 1 1B, room 24— “Cassius’ idea of suicide was to do it and then say no more about it.” Mrs. Crandall: “Why were the French angry because the English Channel was not called the French Channel?” Chet: “Because it was too deep for the English.” Kaiser: “Wake up Charlie, how’d you sleep?” Bennett: “Why did you ever put me in a four poster. I’ve been trying to make touchdowns all night.” Mr. Samuels: “What else does sea water contain besides sodium chlor- ide?” Decker: “Fish!” THE ROUND TABLE 31 Edmund Dodd: “I’d like to have you for dinner Sunday. Chester Ebe: “I think you’ll find me rather tough. ’ Miss Hussong (speaking about Dan- iel Webster) : “One of the faults of all great men is laziness. Webster shared this fault, in that he didn’t like routine work.’’ Izy Carden: “I’m not fond of rou- tine work myself.’ Once a friend of Mark Twain’s was conversing with him regarding a ter- rible affliction of a person known to them both. The friend said, “Can you imagine anything worse than having diptheria and scarlet fever at the same time?’’ “Yes’ , replied Mark, “I can easily imagine some things worse than that— for instance, rheumatism and St. Vitus’ dance! ’ Ed Irwin: “Father, can you sign your name with your eyes shut?’ Capt. Irwin: “Certainly.” Ed: “Well, then, please shut your eyes and sign my report card.” Walt: “What is your idea of clean sport?” Bailey: “Swimming.” Mr. Newrich (examining curio): “Two thousand years old? You can’t kid me! Why, it’s only 1924 now!” “William Penn was a short stubby man.” “Ah, the original stub pen.” Mr. Walbach in Problems Class: “One product in which supply always exceeds demand, is trouble.” Doring: “What word is never pro- nounced right.” Bill Elliolt: “Don’t know; give it up.” Doring: “Wrong, you poor fish.” Mr. Samuels: “Can you explain why it is that the earth gives off light of it’s own?” Gerald Baldwin: “Because there’s so many bright people on it.” Mr. Samuels: “Then R. B. H. S. must be a dark spot.” Lost! Lost on Broad St.—An umbrella, by old gentleman with ivory head. Bennett: “I’d like to see some- thing cheap in a straw hat.” Clerk: “Try this one on, the mirror is at your left.” Misunderstood Cook: “For two cents, I’d knock your head off.” Leddy: “I’m sorry, but I haven’t got the money—honest! Exchange. Dot: “What is the hardest thing about ice skating?” Cliff: “The ice.” Statistics—Killed by gas, 1923. 32 inhaled it; 140 lighted matches in it; 5000 stepped on it. Ed. McDermott (in Army and Navy Store): “Do you keep white ducks?” Salesman: “Vat chu tink dis is, a poultry store?” “Funny thing about these 15-cent black socks.” “Every time I walk, they run.” 32 TIIE ROUND TABLE “Why did Mary insist on being mar- q ried in an aeroplane?” “I don’t know, unless it was because she thought no man on earth good enough for her.” “What’s the noisiest game in the world?” “Tennis. Because it is played with a racket.” Soph (to Frosh who had written his first theme): “What’s the matter?” Frosh: “Why, I wrote a long flow- ing theme on milk—and the Profes- sor’s condensed it.” A girl can be gay in a little coupe; In a taxicab she can be jolly. But the girl worth while Is the girl who can smile When you take her home on a trolley. “Yes, I’m engaged to be married, and I’ve only known the girl two days.” “What folly!” “Ziegfields.” “Oh, where, oh, where has my poly- gon? Oh, where, oh, where can it be?” “Hush, my child; it’s simply gone Up the geomet-tree.” “I have heard said ---------1 That Baby Ion fell. And Ninevah was destroyed. And -----------” Someone in class “Tyre was punctured.” —o— Dad: “Is there anything worse than to be old and bent?” Son: “Yes, to be young and broke.” Compliments of Sophomore glass TILE ROUND TABLE 33 COAL and FEED FRED D. WIKOFF CO. —o- 19 V. Front Street Tel. 552 Red Bank, N. J. The Red Bank Book Store Circulating Library 6 LINDEN PLACE Tel. Red Bank 1412-R Latest Fiction Books of Travel Biographies Lettery and Poetry Children’s Books BROWER’S LUNCH ROOM The Best Food—Prompt Service Reasonable Prices ROBERT BROWER, Prop. 3 WHARF AVE. RED BANK A. S. MILLER SHOES RED BANK, N. J. —o- A Shoe Store can fit into a community only as it fits shoes on the people’s feet COME OUT AND SEE “ROLLING STONES” The Senior Play MARCH 27, 1925 Original Hesse’s Choice Ice Cream Guaranteed to be made from pasteurized cream and the finest ingredients that money will buy. 45 years of excellent reputation. Deliveries made to your home. Telephone 269 8 W FRONT ST JOSEPH HESSE RED BANK THE SMOKE SHOP AND AMERICAN RESTAURANT Always catering to your whims' 70 Broad Street Phone 416 Red Bank, N. J. 34 THE ROUND TABLE COMPLIMENTS The Strand Restaurant OP “THE HOME OF PURE FOOD” Chambers’ Pharmacy Open Hay and Nite DAVIDSON’S HICKEY FREEMAN CLOTHES Telephone 678 G. Dietz and Son RED BANK, N. J. Meats, Groceries, Vegetables, Fresh Killed Poultry a Specialty 123 W. FRONT ST. RED BANK SCUTTELLARO Edward H. Lafetra CONSTRUCTION COMPANY GROCERIES, FRUITS AND O EGETAHUES 112 Monmouth St. Red Bank, N. J. Phones 29S-299 14 Hroad Street Compliments of Mahn’s Bicycle Exchange 27 E. Front St Red Hunk Anderson Bros. Monmouth St. Tel. 704 Daily Trips to N. Y. and Asbury Park Local and Long Distance Moving a Specialty Compliments of CLAYTON MAGEE Compliments of 19 BROAD ST. RED BANK. N. J. A FRIEND “THE ROLLING STONES” “Dave” Oakerson “Jap” Kaiser “Buck” Gray THE GRACE MOLLER SHOPPE Millinery and Specialties Two Lincoln Place Red Bank Telephone : Red Bank 542 IK ITS ELECTRICAL. TS SATISFACTORY F ATTENDED TO BY FRANCIS P. REID ELECTRICAL APPLIANCES AND SUPPLIES 4 West Front Street Telephone 1228 THE HOUND TABLE 35 Horizontal 2. Pronoun 4. Continent (abbrev.) 6. Deposit for coal 9. Vegetable 12. Number 13. Sphere 14. Consumed 15. Point of a pen 16. Old time discipline 17. Affirmation 18. Egyptian sun god 19. Parent 20. Deep hole 2 3. Fear 26. I (Latin) 27. Girl (slang) 28. Point of compass 29. 612th part of an octave 30. Coalition (abbrev.) 31. Night before a holiday 32. Irregular (abb.) 33. Japanese coin 34. Guided 35. Bone Vertical 1. Annoyance 3. Voters (fern.) 5. Pertaining to asparagus 6. Wild animal 7. Within 8. Necessity 9. Useful introduction 10. One of Great Lakes 11. Father (rel.) 20. School equipment 21. Not notice 22. To 23. Girl’s name 24. To mark a dead whale 25. Girl’s name T I) e Strand Theatre “PHOTOPLAYS OF DISTINCTION” Red ganl Rev Jersey Merchant’s Trust Company OFFICERS Chas. H. Tkockmorton ................. President J. D. Otterson, Jr...Vice-President and Treasurer Edgar N. McClees...................... Secretary