Rowland Hall Saint Mark's - Hallmark / Lantern Yearbook (Salt Lake City, UT)

Text from Pages 1 - 95 of the 1923 volume:

l ebication |0 Daniel Sylvester Tuttle, m for twenty years first P Bishop of Utah, and orga- nizer of Christian schools and of hospitals in this state, in loving memory of his perseve- rance, indomitable courage, and great spirituality, we the Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty Three dedicate this our first Rowland Hall Annual THE RIGHT REVEREND A. W. MOULTON BISHOP OF UTAH RECTOR OF ROWLAND HALL Till-: VERY REVEREND WILLIAM W. FLEETWOOD DEAN OF ST. MARK’S CATHEDRAL CHAPLAIN OK IHJWLAND HALL ROWLAND HALL IN I N T E R Q) d1 OWLANl) HALL is rapidly approaching its fiftieth anniversary. Fifty years in this country mean something. This is one of the first schools in Utah. It has grown up with the State. Throughout the developing years of this intermountain country this fine school has stood for the highest ideals of Christian education and character. There is no better kind of education: there is no finer type of character. I am quite sure that the best contribution we can make to America is that which Rowland Hall has given in these fifty formative years. We are going on with vig- orous energy to help fine girls grow into sjilendid women. — B’shop Moullon. ] 23 7 ALICE B. MACDONALD PRINCIPAL OK ROWLAND HALL CARRIK SAPPINGTON Instructor in Mathematics and Physics Advisor of Class of ’24 Leland Stanford University JANE EVANS Instructor in French Advisor for Class of ’23 lieland Stanford University MARJORIE A. STEVENSON Instructor in Physical Education Advisor for Class of ’25 Sargent School of Physical Education DORA M. JOSLIN Instructor in English University of Wyoming KLI ABKTH M. GULRRANT Instructor in Latin and Spanish Advisor jor Class of 26 Handolph-Macon Wornairs College MARY J. DERiN Instructor in History Vassar College GEORGE E. SKELTON Instructor in Violin Trinity College, London EDITH C. SAVAGE First and Second Grades MARGARET GUNTER Supervisor oj Music Practice Oh, here’s to the name of Rowland Hall. Great school of the golden west. Of all the schools in our mighty land, Thou art the first and best. We’ll ne’er forget what thou hast taught Of honor, truth and right; But fondly hail thy glorious flag — The crimson and the white. CHORUS Here’s to the girls of Rowland Hall; Here’s to their hearts, so true ; Here’s to the faculty, best of all; Here’s to their wisdom, too; Here’s to the school we all do love. Dearest and best of all; Here’s to the crimson, here’s to the white; Here’s to our Rowland Hall. In bonds of love and loyalty Thy girls around thee cling; And tribute to our schoolday home Our hearts will ever bring. In after years, when we have left Thy port and guiding light. In darkest storms we’ll turn and hail The crimson and the white. RUTH RYAN — Vice-President merry sprite is she Predilection— for children. Predominating characteristic — good sense. Possibilities— for getting what she wants. GRACE DURNFORD— President FuU of grace Predilection — for perfection. Predominating characteristic — a quiet dig- nity. Possibilities — for making good in whatever line she chooses. BETH SANDS— Sec’y-Treasurer ' Like a ray of sunshine Predilection — for a good time. Predominating characteristic— cheerfulness. Possibilities — many and varied. RACHEL EVANS— Cheer Leader GLADYS CARRON IIer silence gives consent Predilection — lor music. Predominating characteristic — reserve. Possibilities — as yet unknown. “.SVior , but sweet Predilection — toward goodness. Predominating characteristic — sincerity. Possibilities — lor developing her talents. MILDRED HARMSTON ‘T je strength of the hills is hers Predilection — for home making. Predominating characteristic — sturdy inde- pendence. Possibilities — lor a well rounded womanhood. KATHERINE HAYDEN Born to he a leader Predilection — for social life. Predominating characteristic — poise. Possibilities — for becoming a fine woman. EVELYN REEVES ' Glorious in her youth Predilection — -for sports. Predominating characteristic — wholesome good looks. Possibilities — all to the good. MARIAN ROOKLIDGE aries from serious to gay Predilection — for being useful. Predominating characteristic — kindliness. Possibilities — for a useful womanhood. o Pig listers E are proud of you. Big Sisters, and from each and every one of us to each and every one of you, come our heartfelt thanks for your help and inspi- ration. The example that you have set for us this year means more than we can fully express. The things that you have done to make this school year one of the happiest we have ever had, will not he forgotten. We are sorry to see you leave, and hope that in the future other small sisters will appreciate you as much as we have. For the years to come, we, the Sophomores, wish you, the Seniors, our big sisters of ’23, all the happiness and success that can possibly he yours. Yours for success, THE SOPHOMORE CLASS. 23 21 o tEen ears Jfrom J oto A FTF R an absence of ten years from Salt Lake, I began to long for my old Rowland Hall school chums whom 1 had not seen since June 14, 1923. As I sat musing over our old school days and our foolish pranks, 1 lell into a deep slumber during which I dreamed most vividly the following: I was returning from Ogden on the flag ship of the Swiss Navy. After a long and tedious voyage down the Jordan, we finally sighted the slagg-dump at Murray. Presently we docked on top of the Walker Bank Building and I hastened to locate the girls. Whom should 1 meet on Main Street hut Milly, once so domestic, hut now — an undertaker. She told me how her entrance into this business had happened. She said that since women had become more efficient in business, she had decided that as undertakers had a most remunerative occupation, she would follow the profession. Nobody’s corpses were so beautifully laid out as hers — in fact, she took extreme delight in her work. My next victim was Gladys, who was driving a sight-seeing bus up South Temple. Of course, 1 hoarded her car and sat beside her listening to her spiel, which went something like this: “On the right you will observe the exclusive mansion of Alice B. Macdonald, former principal of Rowland Hall. Please note the fresco of coffee cups and doughnuts, her orinigal idea. On the left you will see the Sharp Flats. This is the only case in the world where a Sharp is Flat.” While 1 was wondering where she had found so much voice, she told me that Grace, our Senior President of ’23, was appearing at the Orpheum with Fred Stone that night, so I attended the performance. My, how she had changed. The agile way she leapt around the stage and the witticisms she hurled at her audience certainly proved her success. In fact, she told me later that she was to take Fred Stone’s place when he should retire in a few months. I recalled that in the old days we always had felt that beneath that dignified exterior there might be lurking undreamed of pos- sibilities of wit and humor. One can never tell! As I passed the Catholic Church, I spied Ruth, or someone that resembled her, all dressed in black and white — mostly black. I jumped ou t of Grace’s taxi with a lack of manners that would have astonished Miss Evans, and rushed frantically to catch her l)efore she should re-enter her sanctuary. There was the same old twinkle in her eye, but that was all. She had been disappointed in love and had 23 t 22 c gone into a sanctuary. We never had suspected her of having any love affairs. Cruel world! After leaving her, 1 sailed on for a while, seeming to lose the thread of iny dream. Finally, however, I landed in a store in New York where much to my sur- prise, 1 saw that Rachel was a model for Betty Wales Willowy Forms. She failed to mention how slender she was, hut 1 noticed it nevertheless. 1 left her for a tour through Greenwich village to find Doll, who 1 had been told could he reached at a cafe where she was a saxophonist. She displayed a musical talent which we. had never dreamed she possessed during our school days. That night 1 went to the Century Roof Garden and was paralyzed to discover the principal dancer to he Marion. She certainly was graceful, her ability to trip the light fantastic toe dumfounded me. I then sped over to Africa and alighted in a jungle camp where “steterunt comae, vox faucibus haesit.” Katherine was seated in the center of a circle of Ethiopian children. One never knows what to expect nowadays. Suddenly as 1 was regaining my composure after so great a shock, 1 awoke with a start to the realization that all I had seen was only chimerical and that if 1 didn ' t hurry, I should he late for dinner. — Beth Sands. HE Autumn night was warm and still. Nothing was to he heard, excejit, perhaps, a faint rustle, like that of leaves. Upon tracing the source of this sound, one could see an indistinct white form, stepping cautiously through the leaves. Occasionally she would throw a frightened glance over her shoulder and then with a sob, would continue on her way. Once she uttered a scream, ran, and almost disappeared. At last she paused before the entrance of a large building. Oh! here was her chance, — and she quietly slipped into the door- way. Feeling her way in the darkness, she came upon several large objects. Once she sighed and stopped short. What if it weren’t there after all? But she must find it! And then with a muffled cry, she leaped up, for there it was, just the box for a stray chicken to roost upon! — Bertha Kastor. 23 5 CR Xast OTiiU anb Testament lluotu all men Ijp tljesie presientsi: HAT we, the undersigned, the Senior Class of Rowland Hall, at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, State of Utah, all in good health, and being of unsound and indisposing mind and memory, and not acting under any duress, menace, fraud or undue influence of any person or persons whatsoever, do make, publish and declare this to be the last will and testament of our class, in the manner following, that is to say: FIRST To the Junior Class of Rowland Hall, at Salt Lake City, Utah, we give and bequeath our desire for “sluff day” on the condition that with the aid of their own desire they do not drive Miss Macdonald to distraction. SECOND We give and bequeat h to the Sophomore Class our sincere gratitude for all they have done for us, the pleasure of having Miss Evans for Class Advisor, and our most ardent wishes for every success and happiness in the remainder of their school life. THIRD To the Freshman Class we give and bequeath our sponge-like brains, and our excuses for being tardy to class. FOURTH To Marion Story, Katherine Hayden leaves her hair band. To Bertha Kastor, Mildred Harmston leaves her curling iron. Perhaps with its help she will be better satisfied with her picture for next year’s Crimson. FIFTH To Mildred Dern, Beth Sands lovingly leaves her desk and chair in Study Hall in hopes it won’t vanish as suddenly as it did last time. SIXTH To Dorothy Welch, Gladys Carron leaves her maidenly reserve. SEVENTH To Clarisse Ellis, Evelyn Reeves leaves her crush on a classmate. 23 24 n EIGHTH To Aldora Tobin, Grace Durnford leaves her dignity. NINTH To Hildegarde Thompson, Rnlh Ryan leaves her sarcasm. TENTH Class. To Helen Leacher, Rachel Evans leaves her watch for amusement in History ELEVENTH To Louise Cline, Marion Rooklidge leaves her appearance of studiousness. TWELFTH To Betty Harkness, Beth Sands leaves her figure. THIRTEENTH To Eleanor Fryer, Grace leaves her glasses so that the former may look wise. FOURTEENTH To Phyllis Watson, Katherine Hayden leaves her conversational ability. FIFTEENTH To Irene Chapman, Grace leaves the use of egregious words. IN WITNESS THEREOF, we and each of us has hereunto put our hands at Salt Lake City, Utah, this the 13th day of June, 1923. GLADYS CARRON, RACHEL EVANS, MILDRED HARMSTON, KATHERINE HAYDEN, BETH SANDS, MARION ROOKLIDGE, EVELYN REEVES, RUTH RYAN, GRACE DURNFORD. 25 MARIAN B. STORY Premderd AMBITION — To l)e an illustrator unless, of course — ! IRENE CHAPMAN CLARISSE ELLIS AMBITION — To be an aesthetic dancer. Perhaps to lie co-fiartner with — ! iM ' ELINOR I RYER AMBI TION — 1 ' o gel all the zest out of life that she can. BETTY HARKNESS AMBITION — To he an artist. She will be. iMi DOROTHY HAMILTON AMBITION — To enter Leland Stanford, unless — ALDOKA TOIJIM PHYLLIS WATSON AMBITION— To possess a Lord AMBITION— To he a writer. Joyce A. Townsend - President Margaret D. Moran VicedVesident Jean H. Nicol Secretary and Treasurer Marion L. Hardy Yell Mistress Dixie C. Doolittle Margaret D. Nibley Frances E. Nixon Luis T. Baer Henrietta M. Goeltz Dorothy M. Hyslop Agnes B. Bonell Elizabeth L. Daly Hannah Ruth Coh n Altadena Sampson Mary Jane Garnett We’re the class of ’25, Full of pep and quite alive, And we live in the state of the old Beehive; With a yip! yip! here, and a hurrah there, And a jolly good crowd everywhere. We do our very best, ’Tis our joy to stand a test. Which proves us loyal to our clas s; Then a rah! rah! here, and a boom bah there. For a jolly good time everywhere. — - ' [ 1 = 32 e Juliette Browne President Marietta Armitage Vice-IVesident Mary Joy Johnson Secretary-Treasurer Jeannette Harris Yell Mistress Lillie Curnow Eleanor Walsh Janet Walker Louise Williams Jane Woods Class Flower — Alfalfa! Class Motto— Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow. CLASS SONG Now here s to the green and white! turn, turn, The Freshmen that always will fight! turn, turn. We’ve lost every game But we soon will win fame, For the Freshmen are always all right! turn, turn. Chorus: Merrily we Freshmen go, on to our Sophomore year. Merrily we Freshmen, Freshmen go. Freshmen go; And here s to the lessons we fear! turn, turn. And teachers we all love so dear! turn, turn. They will guide us aright. We’ll work day and night, And then gain as our right, Senior year! turn, turn. = 34 Eighth Grade Nancy Sullivan President Florence Story V i ce- P r es i de n I Susanna Harris Sec’y-Treas. Eleanor Weeks Cynthia Blood Myra Remington , Arlene Price Seventh Grade F etty Bolterill. President Mary Neher Secretary Katherine Hogle Betty Hertzler June Price Nancy Garnett Genevieve Van Derek Kay Hardy Frances Cleveland Aurelia Hampton Marcile Gray Betty Allison Barbara Cates Anne Milburn 23 [ 36 Virginia Allison Frances Cannon Anna Chapman Choice Cherriliill Mary Curtis Betsy Dern Alice Dick V irginia E llis Barbara Frazier Helen Hainniel Frances Iludclh ‘son Helen Keyser Margaret Lam bourne Virginia Lambourne Geraldine Massion Dorothy Maturin Peggy Moormeister Phyllis Murray Joyce McMullen Frances Neher Betty Ramsey Nancy Relf P dith Schweitzer Betty Smith Mary Lou Simpson Mary Alice Stark Ethel Dale Stevens Eleanor Story Margaret Thomas Dorothy Jane Thom|)son Carolyn Waterman Evelyn Weyher Dorothy Williams Yummy Wilson Frank Zelley Our One and Only Man Cfjapel Erected in 1910, in memory of Mrs. Virginia Lafayette Rowland, by her daughter, rhe organ was given hy Col. and Mrs. E. A. Wall as a memorial to their daughter, Mattie, a former student of Rowland Hall □ 22 iflemljers of tlje Cijoir Marietta Arniitage Agnes Bonell Judy Browne Betty Daly Mary Dern Mildred Dern Dixie Doolittle Grace Du rn ford Klinor Fryer Fdizahetli Guerrant Margaret Gunter Dorothy Hamilton Dora Joslin Adaline Jones — Director Mildred Harmston Katherine Hayden Dorothy Hyslop Frances Nixon Ruth Ryan Altadena Sampson Beth Sands Aldora Tobin Marian Story Marjorie Stevenson Joyce Townsend Dorothy Welch Mrs. Geo. A. Marks — Organist Presented ‘‘Lux Benigna,” a Pageant of the Nativity, in the Chapel, at the Candle and Carol Service, December 17, 1922; also at St. Paul’s Church, January 7, 1923. Sang at St. Mark’s Hospital, Tuesday evening, December 19, 1922. Sang the service at St. Mark’s Cathedral on Ash Wednesday, and also the first communion service on Easter Sunday, 1923. Sang the service at All Soul’s Church, Garfield, Easter Sunday evening. Sang the service on Commencement Day at St. Mark’s Cathedral, June 13, 1923. Sang at Cha|)el 9:00-9:15 every morning during the school year. editorial taff Cfje Crimsion S amtjler 1923 Editor in Chief Grace Durnford Kdit ' r Marian Story ...Beth Sands T.it � rfirv h.ftitnr ..Katherine Hayden Eiterary Editor Tudv Browne or ietv Enitor Ruth Ryan Assistant Society Editor Marian Rooklidge Art Editors: r Dorothy Hamilton i Betty Harkness 1 Assistant Art Editor Eine Arts ...Eleanor Walsh Rachel Evans Assistant Bertha Kastor Jokes Gladys Carron Assistant Dorothy Welch Athletirs Evelvn Reeves Assistant Elinor Fryer Photography Mildred Harmston Assistant Agnes Bonell 23 40 ir Cafitlesf Often 1 have lain awake At night, with eye lids closed; While castles in the air 1 make, Mind busy — self reposed. Castles built in azure heights. On rose-lined clouds of mist; To the dreamer — wondrous sights For her alone exist. The castles lift their hright-hued towers, All shiny with Hope and Peace; Amidst a growth of flowery bowers, My imagination finds release — Shimmering, crystal flimsiness. In misty thoughts immersed; Castles so frail with airiness. That at a touch they burst. Surprised 1 open wide my eyes, And gaze around the shadowed room; The bright-hued castles, I surmise. Have vanished all too soon. I try to build them up again, And piece them here and there. But never pieced will they remain. But vanish ever in mid-air. — Phyllis Watson. 23 41 1 laiatcijers in tfjc JJisfjt ■-I ■ V a IGHT was slowly descending upon Rriphton. The sun, flaming red, sank behind the western ridge, leaving oidy a spot of color on the towering crest of Sunset Peak. We were restless, in need of excitement, and the inspiration for a mooidight hike. We must, we would do all in our power to make use of the soft, mellow light which the moon would shed over the valley for the next eight hours. At midnight we entered the moonlit trail to Lake Mary. As we climbed higtier and beheld the village sleeping peacefully among the shadows, the quaking-asps, molten silver in the moonlight, stretching for miles down the hillside and across the valley, and dotted here and there with stately black pines, the mysterious beauty of the scene thrilled even the sleepiest laggard. Tired before, now with renewed ambi- tion ,we scrambled on, over rocks, fallen pines, up and down dry stream beds — any- where we were able to find an opening through the woods, for we had long ago lost the trail. This struggle with nature continued another hour, and then, mounting the ridge of the mountain, we beheld Lake Mary, a deep mid-night blue, crossed and recrossed by shimmering golden paths. When we regained our breath, the last vestige of which had left us in the mo- ment of our awe-stricken admiration of the picture, one by one we wandered off to some secluded vantage point where each could drink in to the utmost the wonder of it all. Leaping from stone to stone I at last reached a huge rock ten or fifteen feel from the shore of the lake. There 1 lay for over an hour, silent, humbled in the pres- ence of such majesty. All around me snow crested peaks raised towering heads, and their rocky sides, soft and indefinite in the mellow ' light, swept down to meet their pale reflections in the placid lake at their feet. From the opposite bank, golden moon-bridges stretched out ' across the rippling water, seemed to beckon me across the yellow carpet to the forbidden land of shadows beyond. It seemed so real that 1 reached out to touch it: it vanished! Soon, however, the murmuring wind coaxed it slowly from out its dark retreat and once more the dainty moonbeams danced across the still waters. A deathly silence hovered over all, then suddenly we were enveloped in fearful darkness, the moon had sunk behind a high peak. 1 was so startled by the quick change that 1 almost left my rock, and still trembling, 1 endeavored to grope my way to shore. The blackness was impene- trable. 1 hesitated, then retraced my steps. After what seemed hours, but was prob- r ably only a few niiruiles, a faint light appeared in the east, disappeared — then shone again, this lime tinged with rose. A call rang through the air, the hushed spell of dawn was broken; I decided to join the others. As we sal around the cheerful blaze of the big campfire, I realized for the first lime how cold I was. The dew that had fallen on my hair during the night had frozen and my clothes had stiffened. Meanwhile the sun rose in a field of salmon-edged turquoise. Birds awoke and greeted him, and the flowers lifted their pretty heads and nodded to him: hut six tired girls, unable to appreciate his beauties, welcomed most sincerely the warmth he shed on their chilled bodies. After carefully putting out the fire, we set out for home. Was the climb last night so very difficult? No, not in comparison to the tortures we underwent in the descent. Our stiff knees cracked and the treacherous rocks rolled from under our feet, hurling us against sticky pines or on to the hard ground. Should we never reach the foot? Had the mountain grown in the night? It seemed so, hut by sheer will-power we carried on, until at last, rounding a point, Brighton stretched serenely before us. It was to he in the future and not then that we were to realize and fully appre- ciate the beauties of that hike. Looking hack on it through the corrected perspec- tive of time, I find I have forgotten the cold and pain, and that that night lives in my mind as one of the happiest and most glorious experiences of my life. — Marian B. Story. THE PRICE For every act and every thought, For every word and deed. There is a soul that must Ije bought, A price that all must heed. For every act of kindness done. There is a vict’ry gained; F or each and every foe o’ercome. There is a soul sustained. For every unkind thought you think Or unkind act you do. Someone a cup of woe must drink. All through the fault of you. So slop and look before you act. And think before you say An unkind word to anyone. Lest there’s a price to pay. — Kalheri ne H ay den. 23 t 43 ®l)cse wtp MaUs O walls that oft have seemed to he A prison house of woe, A place from which we’ve longed to flee Because we loathed thee so; O walls that have embraced our joy, Our fairest hopes fulfilled; Deep friendships given without alloy, And lessons deep instilled: We leave thee now as birds their nest. Our eager wings to try; Give to our flight that eager zest, That will all ills defy. And now farewell to these thy walls, But not to all they’ve meant; For though the world our spirit calls, Thy hours were Heav’n sent. —C ass of ’23, J 23 t 44 o ersfonalitp ERSONALITY, so the dictionary says, is ‘‘that wliich constitutes distinction of person, individuality, a personal existence, or identity.” Yet to the human mind personality has a far deeper and richer meaninj?. It is that something within the person hy which he becomes a distinct character in one’s mind; that quality which classifies him and ranks him here or there among his fellow men. How many times have you remarked “What a charming personality he lias”? Yet had any one asked you to explain the whys and wherefores of that remark you surely would have come upon something inexprt ssihle, incomprehensible, in the word personality. To you indeed it means something definite, something stationary and stable — a characteristic and a quality, but for you to explain — that truly is a difTerent matter. There are many types of personalities just as there are many types of men and women. Those of us who have read the lives of great men must have been im- pressed with the distinctly dilTerent personalities these men seem to have had. Lin- coln, for instance, possessed a kind, gentle loving personality, while Samuel John- son, though kind and generous, brings to our minds something of a harsher nature and of a colder atmosphere. So each and every one of us is possessed of a personality — an indefinable some- thing by which our associates know and class us — a distinction or individuality pe- culiar to our own being — that something by which we understand and judge others and by which we ourselves are understood and judged. — Katherine Hayden. 23 4 ' ) o ®l)e Jf tapper Who is it whose skirts are worn to the knees, Who likes to holler and laugh and tease? Who wears her hair cut as in the days of Tut — The FLAl PER. Who finds joy in a pointless joke? Who, fun at some diimh-hell likes to poke? Who sings and dances— on wings, she prances — The FLAPPER. Who wears her hat way over her eyes. Who fills us all with deep surprise? Who struts along so unaware — Who makes the people turn and stare? The FLAPPER. Whose hands are thrust in her pockets deep, A nonchalant gait her steps do keep; Who winks an eye and looks so pert — And even thinks she’s trying to flirt? The FLAPPER. Who’s filling the world with awe and surprise, And whose true character is hard to surmise? For she’s not what we think she is at all. For she’s only human — A girl, after all — is The FLAPPER. — Mildred Dern. 23 t 40 o tIf)E i epreseiitatibe il olMlanb J all (®irl rr -o T UCH lias been ihought, said, and written about this all engrossing subject, the representative girl; and, while “it is beyond niy poor power to add or detract” to what has been thought or said, at least, I can set down rny life. As the type under discussion is the school girl, it naturally results that she he studious. Her mentality is not unusual, for the ideal girl is not alinorinal, l ut her application and her concentration should he exceptional. She is expected, by these, to keep her marks u|) to an average of ninety per cent. In, as well as out of school, she is courteous and always thoughtful of others. She does not say or do to others anything she would not like to have said or done to her. So companionship is to her a joy and friendship priceless. In the life of the modern youth athletics have a large part. Thus the all round girl plays basket hall, baseball and tennis well enough to enjoy them and knows how to swim. These, as a part of life, require not only the ability to play thein. hut in addition an even temper, a fair mind, and an honest disposition. No girl of high school age is expected to he deeply and learnedly religious, but she has a simple faith and a deep reverence. In the short, hut impressive morn- ing service which has liecome a part of the Rowland Hall life, the ideal girl finds a helpful beginning and a fresh purpose for each new day. The all round Rowland Hall Girl is not entirely a school girl. She knows the “whys and wherefors” of society, and is a gracious hostess and an appreciative guest. As an entertaining companion, she is an interesting conversationalist, and what is more unusual, an attentive listener. Her nature is simple, happy, and straightforward. She finds pleasure in service and benefit in work. She has the making of “A perfect woman, nobly planned. To warn, to comfort, and command.” — Rachel Evans. 23 47 o IRotolanb J|all gsociation T THK beginning of tlie school year a move was made to organize an Athletic Association. The main purpose in doing so was to promote a greater interest in athletics, gymnastics, and aquatics. At the first assembly of the upper school the officers were elected as follows: Evelyn Reeves, president; Katherine Hayden, vice-president; Aldora Tobin, secre- tary and treasurer; F{achel Evans, business manager. These four, with the supervi- sion of Miss St€‘venson, constitute the board of directors. The purpose of the board is to arrange a schedule for class games, to superintend all athletic contests, to pro- mote a general interest in athletics, and to ajipoint committees for the carrying on of the work of the Association. Probably the best liked sport is basket ball; following — tennis, baseball and swimming. Although there are many hikes and horseback rides, the number partici- pating therein is small in comparison to the number of members in the Association. A distinct type of letters is given to those of the winning teams in baseball and basketball, who have played in two entire games: to the winners of the tennis singles and doubles: and to all who have passed the prescribed swimming tests. For three sets of letters a monogram with the school letters R. H. is given. During the latter part of the school year the Association plans to give a large entertainment for the members of the Association, their friends and all other girls who are interested. Considering the newness of the venture, it has been a great success. In the following years this Association will occupy a much higher position than now and will be one of the main interests in every student’s life. — Evelyn Reeves. ] 49 1 nTJ HE emblems given for basketball were won by the Seniors in the final game with the Juniors. These emblems were more attractive than any others given. They represented a basketball outlined on red felt by white stitch- ing with letter “K” in center. r The Seniors who won: Doll Reeves Mildred Harmston J 1 Forwards Katherine Hayden 1 Grace Durnford Ruth Ryan Center Rachel Evans Gladys Carron I Substitutes Swimming has held a great interest for the girls. It has been carried through the school year with work in Gym, and a test has been given to all swimmers. The Y. W. C. A . swimming pool was used once a w’eek by the day pupils, who seemed to enjoy it. The girls who have stood the test, are: Doll Reeves, Dorothy Hyslop, Agnes Bonell, Frances Nixon, Betty Daly and Marian Hardy. 50 o Pasffeet Pall m HIS year the basketball teams of the different classes played an exciting tournament shortly after the Christmas holidays. The Freshmen, yet new at the art of playing a real game, lost three games. Judging by the vim and strength of their team, success will certainly come to them later. The Sophomores gave us all a shock when they defeated the Juniors by a very close score. They were quite down hearted after losing the second game with the Juniors, hut took the defeat like regular sports and are planning to make up for it in other contests. The Juniors, having a very good team, lost to the Seniors and also to the Sopho- mores. This last failure surprised them somewhat, for they fully intended to win. The noble, aged Seniors, very feeble in their old age, won three games and were so very fortunate as not to lose any! The final decision for the victors came when the Juniors were defeated by the Seniors with a score of 43 to 40. 3nto tlje AVE you ever taken a peep into the sea? You know it is possible to look into a miniature sea where there are only a few fish which seem to be several sizes too large for it. Once a week, in company with several others, I take a dip into this small sea. Now, there’s the small scarcely noticeable Hanna Ruth Sardine, which, although a very good swimmer, contrasts greatly with the large seemingly over-grown, awkward Luis B. Whale. The Louise C. Carp likes the quiet, more sluggish waters, but once in a while takes a stately swim out among the clearer and cooler depths. The Alta- dena Bass, Clarisse Herring, Margaret N. Salmon and Phyllis Trout are about in the same class, although Clarisse Herring and Margaret N. Salmon are the more ener- getic and possibly the better swimmers. Last of all species represented in this sea is the Jean Flounder. It is just what the name implies — a clumsy frightened floun- derer. Of course, as it is still quite youthful there is a chance that it will overcome some of its clumsiness and awkwardness. Among these different kinds some are brighter and swifter than others, but 1 will let you guess as to which they are for fear of l)eing taken to the fish court and made to apologize for the insults already given. — Jean NicoL 23 51 o rt i otes TTENTION is particularly called to the cuts given in this hook. All of them have l een done by the girls in the Art Department. Many other things this fine department has done under the direction of our very efficient art teacher, Miss Springman, both for the school and for the girls taking the art course. One of the many things accomplished was the designing and decorating of Miss Macdonald s private office. The room was greatly improved by screens, parch- ment shades, and stenciled curtains and portieres. A color scheme of gray, orange, black and lavender was carried out. The art students find practical experience in providing posters, menus, place cards, and table decorations for all necessary occasions of the school activities. During the year art exhibits were held in the studio, representing the work of the students. Parents and patrons of the school attended. Baucing Aesthetic dancing has l een among the things done by the Fine Arts Department. The course had been prescribed for the boarders, but it proved so popular that a large number of day students, both in the upper and the lower school formed classes. dramatics “Cranford, ’ dramatized by Mary Horne, from Mrs. Gaskell’s famous book, was presented at the school theatre by the Senior class during Commencement week. The cast was as follows: Miss Matilda Jenkins Katherine Hayden M iss Mary Smith Rachel Evans Miss Jessie Brown Beth Sands Miss Pole ..Marion Rooklidge Mrs. Forrester Evelyn Reeves Miss Betty Barker — Ruth Ryan The Hon. Mrs. Jamieson Grace Durnford Martha — Mildred Harmston Peggy — Gladys Carron J abio Concert In keeping with the times, some of the advanced piano, violin, and vocal stu- dents of Rowland Hall provided a program for the Deseret News Radio Station K. Z. N., May 2nd, 1923. The following girls perfo rmed — Bertha Kastor, Dorothy Hamilton, Agnes Bonell, Frances Nixon, Katherine Hayden, Margaret Gunter, Helen Leacher, Altadena Sampson and Marietta Armitage. ' [ r 53 o tllje Cl)ri£itmag pageant PAGE ANT of the Nativity, “Lux Benigna,” written by Miss Macdonald and directed by Miss Jones, was given December 17th, 1922. Ensemble of the Pageant was as follows: The Virgin Mary, Adaline N. Jones; The Angel of the Annunciation, Marjorie A. Stevenson; The Three Shep- herds, Frank Gregory, Hugh Fryer, Mack Story; The Pilgrim, C. R. Houstman; The Three Kings, Rev. Mark Rifenbark, Rev. Hoyt E. Henriques, Dr. D. Joslin; Gift Bearers, Betty Smith, Virginia Ellis; Angels, Evelyn Reeves, Janet Walker; Joseph J. Elhridge Jones; Crucifer, Rachel F.vans; Organist, Mrs. Geo. E. Marks; Violinist, Geo. E. Skelton; Shepherds’ Children, Betsy Dern, Virginia Allison, Dorothea Ma- turin, Eleanor Story, Dorothy Jane Thompson, Frances Neher. The carols and choruses were sung by the Rowland Hall Choir, directed by Miss Jones, and the Junior Auxiliary Choir, directed by Mrs. Smith. W )t iHlac Bolnell jRemorial MOVEMENT was made all over the country, in January, to make a memorial to Edward MacDowell. Accordingly, Miss Adaline Jones and Mrs George Marks entertained the Music Department and the Faculty with a MacDowell program, followed by refreshments and a social time. Musical games were [)layed and prizes given. The entertainment was in the form of a lecture-recital. Miss Jones gave a most interesting lecture and this was interspersed by music. Helen Sheets, an alumna of Rowland Hall, gave a brilliant rendition of MacDowell pieces to illustrate certain points made in the lecture. The complete program was as follows: “Rigardon,” played by Mrs. Marks; “O Lovely Rose,” and “Merry Maiden Spring,” sung by Miss Stevenson; first move- ment of “Sonata Tragica,” played by Miss Sheets; “To a Wild Rose” and “Scotch Poem,” by Mr. and Mrs. Skelton; “To the Sea,” “Winter,” “The Iceberg” Song, and “From the Depths,” by Miss Sheets. 23 c 54 o Retool Becitals N THE 25lh of May, 192f , the closing recital of the year was given by the advanced pupils of Adaline N. Jones and Geo. E. Skelton, assisted by the Rowland Hall Junior Glee Club. program was as follows: The Witch’s Dance, by MacDowell, Gladys Carron; Imaginary Ballet, by C. Taylor, Mildred Harmston; Etude, by Wollenbaupt, Irene Chapman; Song, selected. Marietta Armitage; To Spring, by Grieg, Louise Cline; Two Larks, by Leschetizky, Jane Woods; Violin, selected, Agnes Bonell; For Remembrance, by Adams, Frances Nixon; Chorus, selected, Rowland Hall Junior Glee Club, Nell Smith, Director; Nocturne, by Chopin, Phyllis Watson; Song, selected, Altadena Sampson; Liebestraume, by Liszt, Katherine Hayden; Violin, selected, Margaret Gunter; Waltz, by Chopin, Helen Leacher; My Heart at Thy Sweet Voice, by Saint-Saens, Katherine Hayden; Staccato Caprice, by Vogrich, Dorothy Hamilton; Romance, by Sibelius, Bertha Kastor. The Rowland Hall Junior Piano Recital, given by pupils of Mrs. Geo. E. Marks, assisted by vocal pupils of Adaline N. Jones and violin pupils of Geo. E. Skelton, assisted by Chorus from First and Second Grades, May 4th, 1923. The program was as follows: Babes in the Woods, by Maxim, Anna Chapman; Little Lost Love, by Stickler, Christy Jensen, Vocal; Scotch Lullaby, by Deleone, Myra Remington; Souvenir, by Drdla, Agnes Bonell, Violin; Tally-ho, by Theo. Dut- ton, Nancy Sullivan; Summer Wind, by Bischoff, Marietta Armitage, Vocal; Gondo- letta, by Oehlmer, Christy Jensen; A May Morning, by Denza, Altadena Sampson, Vocal; Melody, by Thome, Dorothy Hyslop; Meditation-Thais, by Massenet, Christy Jensen, Violin; P]bh and Flow, by Kern, Marian Hardy; Mifanwy, by Forster, Kath- erine Hayden, Vocal; Butterfly Waltz, by Friml, Louise Williams; Romance , i y Dancla, Margaret Gunter, Violin; Bouree, by Griselle, Marietta Armitage; Shep- herd’s Tale, by Nevin, Dixie Doolittle. We have had the pleasure of hearing some fine music this year, among the artists being IVlatzenauer, Alice Gentle, Anne Roselle, Calve, Rachmaninoff, the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra, Robert Schmitz and Eva (jauthier. 55 i o tirije Annual Cfjrigtniag Bance ISS MACDONALD entertained the Senior and Junior Classes at a delightful dance on December 15th, 1922. The rooms were decorated in red and green, carrying out the Christ mas colors. The music was furiushed by the Evans orchestra. Katherine Hayden and Bishop Moulton, Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Storv, assisted Miss Macdonald in receiving the guests. Later in the evening punch and cake were served to the merry throng. About one hundred guests were in attendance. THE FACULTY PARTY The High School Faculty entertained the Senior Class on Friday evening April 2()th, 1923. The teachers were charming hostesses at a delightful dinner party given at the Hall. Later in the evening the party was taken to the Salt Lake Theatre to see Ina Clair in ‘The Awful Truth.” The play was unusually clever and everyone of us felt that we had had an evening of intense enjoyment. BABY PARTY The Boarders were entertained at a party to celebrate Saint Valentine’s Day, under the charge of Miss Treleven, Miss Savage and several of the girls. They sent invitations to each to come dressed as a baby. The festivities began at 8 p. m. Never was seen such a collection of pretty babies and lovely children — to say noth- ing of a few ragamuffins. All sorts of stunts and games made the evening a lively one. Each guest was called upon to recite a nursery rhyme much to the amusement of all present. Later in the evening delectable refreshments were served. APRIL FOOL PARTY An April Fool party for the boarders was given in the gymnasium on Monday, April 2, 1923, at 8:30, by Miss Macdonald. A vaudeville entertainment was furn- ished by our most distinguished actors, the Misses Chapman, Hardy, Hamilton, Walker, Armitage, Williams. A special act by the Bishop sent the audience into shrieks of merriment. After the tumult had subsided there was search for Easter eggs. Being an April Fool parly the tour ended by Anna Chapman finding the one hidden egg. After other stunts and games, two April Fool prizes were awarded to Anna Chapman and Gladys Canon, and we’ll say they were some disappointed. Real refreshments, not April Fool ones, closed this most enjoyable evening. 23 I 57 1 If you have ever been on a picnic with a gay crowd of happy laughing girls, you will understand what I am endeavoring to describe to you. The Bishop invited the whole boarding department for just such a picnic to Ogden Canyon, one of the most beautiful canyons in Utah. We all piled into the ‘‘Bus,” which was the largest in the city, and with Mr. Gregory trailing in the rear with the “eats,” we set gaily forth. Arrived at the Canyon, we stopped in a most beautiful spot for lunch. Never did hot dogs, pickles and all that goes with such a lunch taste so good. After exploring the canyon to our heart’s content, we started home. In spite of all varieties of weather, the day was voted as having been a perfect success. Miss Macdonald has granted the Senior and Junior boarders the privilege of entertaining the day pupils in the home building on Saturday evenings. I)uring Lent these delightful entertainments were suspended, but before and after that season many candy pulls, card parties, and dances were enjoyed. On Friday afternoon, April 13th, a reception was given to the parents of the pupils by the Faculty. In the receiving line were Miss Macdonald, Miss Guerrant, Miss Dern, Miss Treleven, and Miss Savage. Music was furnished by Miss Jones, Mrs. Marks, and Mr. Skelton of the music faculty. Refreshments were in charge of Mrs. Harvielle, and she was assisted in serving by other members of the Faculty and the boarding Junior and Senior girls. Talk about picnics and “Sister Classes”! On Saturday, May 11, the Freshman class gave a picnic to the Junior class; and on Friday, May 18, the Sophomores gave a picnic to the Senior class. Both were given in Big Cottonwood Canyon. Of course, the teachers were there. They seemed to like it as well as teaching! Both picnics wound up by the “day pups” spending the night at the Hall. Of course, we did not go home without breakfast. Miss Macdonald entertained the lower grades and their teachers at the Hall on Thursday, May 17; and the seventh and eighth grades and their teacher at dinner, on Friday, May 18. Pretty lively parties, both of them were! At the writing of this book, it is too early to describe the closing Senior activities of Commencement Week, but we predict the usual good times. There is a fine, strong school spirit this year, and this is bound to have its reaction on all the closing affairs. The Annual Spring Festival, to be held on the Campus, June 1st, promises to be unusually beautiful this year. By means of group and solo dances and appro- priate costumes, the progress of a day in nature will be enacted. Heaven send that we shall have fair skies on that day! Now I lay me down to sleep, To study hard I’ve tried; If I should die before I wake, I’d have no blamed exam to take. — Exchange, Janet: “I’ve begun working on my summer trouseau already.” Nurse: (coming into Joyce’s room in the hospital) : “Are you the tonsilectomy?” Joyce: “No, my name is Townsend.” The FTeshman doesn’t know, and doesn’t know he doesn’t know. The Sophomore doesn’t know, and knows he doesn’t know. The Junior knows, hut doesn’t know he knows. The Senior knows and knows he knows. THE IDEAL MAN Mouth of a river; Arm of a chair; Tooth of a comh ; Ear of corn; Eye of a needle; Leg of a table; Brow of a hill; Hand of a clock, Body of a theme; Foot of a mountain; Head of a nail. — Joyce Townsend. OUR ONE AND ONLY By Mildred Dern Rowland Hall, as we all know. Is a place where only girls may go; But here’s a secret I’ll tell you: There is really one boy who goes there, too. He admits the girls all “fall” for him. For he’s no other than our old friend, “GYM.” Tubbie Moran: “I have so many callers all the time I don’t know what to do.” Marg. Nibley: “Why, how long have you been a telephone operator?” Grace: “I think the theme you wrote before was better than this. Beth: “I do, too. 1 haven’t written this one yet.” K. Hayden: “Oh, this is Lincoln’s birthday, isn’t it?” D. Reeves: “Yes, the man who cut down the cherry tree.” Mr. Menriques: “How do the Mormons of today send out their missionaries?” Millie: “Without any money.” Rachel (at the Rachmaninoff concert carefully looking over the program) : “Why doesn’t he have an accompanist?” Miss Dern: “Judy, tell something of the Spring Feast of Dionysus.” Judy B. : “It was a water festival given hy Dionysus.” M. Moran (telling of topography of Fgypt and religious customs of the people) : “Lower Egypt is the Delta of the Nile, while the upper part of the country is dense forest.” Miss Savage (towards the end of dinner): “I’m losing my appetite.” Miss Guerrant: “It’s customary to lose your appetite when dessert comes. HEARD AT PRAYP:RS Milly: “Let’s sing ‘I’m But a Stranger Here.’” Miss Jones: “Mildred, haven’t you had time to get acquainted yet?” Miss Jones: “I’ve had three rehearsals; 1 have five lessons to make up, a piece to transpose, and I’d like to go to eight o’clock service tonight. Ash Wednesday is a fast day, isn’t it?” M iss Dern, to American History class: “Where did the war on the sea take place?” Miss Macdonald: “Ruth, what were vou doing today during ‘quiet hour’?” Ruth: “ ‘As you Like It,’ Miss Macdonald.” Miss Macdonald: “No, I’m afraid not.” Rachel: “I’m not going to be cremated, I think it’s terrible. Why, if I had to be cremated. I’d just die.” THE SHORN Oh, the shearing, the cutting, the bobbing, the curling. The locks all so sawd-ofT and shorn. Oh, the Bob or the Dutch, we do not care which. We may look all ragged — forlorn; But what do we care. What’s the question of hair When we’re ha|)py and free of the heart? But what I’d like to find out Since we all seem in doubt. Is the guy who gave it the start? — Mildred Dern. 23 I 60 Beth: “Would your mother like to buy a ticket to our party.” Lillie C.: “I think she would if she were all right, hut she has pneumonia.” Senior to Freshman: “You’d better keep your eyes open, when you’re around here.” Freshie: “Wliy?” , . , i i „ Senior: “Because you’d look funny going around with them closed. A dentist is a man who works chiefly on nerve. Miss Guerrant (correcting Hildegarde’s Latin sentence) in a surprised tone of voice: “I do believe it’s right.” Marian Story: “The English translation of ‘Les Miserable’ isn’t a bit like this book?” Miss Evans: “Have you been trying to use it, Marian?” Miss Sappington, in Algebra class: ‘‘What is 6 times 8?” Aldora: “6 1.” Miss S.: “Oh, get out!” Miss Macdonald (breaking into Cicero class): “By the way, Miss Guerrant, there will be a ‘gent’ in the parlor at about 8:00. Miss Guerrant: “If it’s a real gent, Fll be there.” Frances Neher (seeing Eleanor Story coming to school) : “Is it that late?” Miss Dern: “Who was the democratic candidate?” Betty: “I don’t know how to pronounce his name.” Miss Dern: “Buchanan.” Betty: “Yes, that’s him!” Some familiar sayings: Mr. Henriques— Well that‘s about right, only — Miss Sappington — I jist don’t see — Miss Joslin — I’ll grant you that. Miss Dern— Why don’t you study harder? Miss Stevenson — My infants do better than that. Miss Evans — You can always study French! Miss Jones — If you’d only pay attention to the music! Miss Macdonald — Concentrate. Miss Treleven — Did you have permission to do that? Miss Savage — Come to my room after ‘ study hall. Miss Springman — Don’t look so bored! 23 61 CAN YOU IMAGINE— Gladys Carron with a loud voice? Hanna Ruth without her voice? Dot Welch without her giggle? Bertha Kastor with straight hair? Hilly Thompson without a crush? Clarisse Ellis without an argument? Mary Joy Johnson as a dignified Senior? Louise Cline with hohhed hair? Marian Story when she’s not talking about boys? Elinor without a plan up her sleeve? Fdeanor Walsh without freckles? Doll Reeves without Katherine? Beth Sands unmindful of boys? Mary Jane Garnet without her nose jiowdered? Helen Leacher without an appetite? Frances Nixon afflicted with insomnia? Dorothy Hyslop cutting the comedy? Joyce Townsend with a sense of equilibrium? Mildren Dern in a hurry? Betty Harkness with unprepared lessons? Marion Rooklidge as a master of Latin composition? Luis Baer not bestowing affections? Miss Macdonald without authority?. Miss Springman as a stiff, starched school ma’am? Ruth Ryan without a sarcastic remark to offer? Dixie Doolittle with a mean disposition? Rachel Evans agreeable in class meetings? Miss Stevenson as a Latin teacher? Marian Hardy with a willowy figure? Louise Williams with black hair? Margaret Moran with her hair “done up?” Katherine Hayden without an opinion to offer? Grac3 Durnford with a musse ' d appearance? Janet Walker as a noted soprano? Good lessons on Monday? A perfect study hall on Friday evening? Everybody satisfied? — Evelyn Reeves, o A is for Agnes, who plays the violin; She’s a very nice girl and always has been. B is for Bertha, the Betty’s and Beth; With their various talents they quite take one’s breath. C is for Clarisse, with characteristics galore; Modesty prevents us from saying any more. D is for Dorothy, witty and tart; From many a hoy she’s stolen a heart. E is for Evelyn, the pride of her class; In athletics she all does surpass. F is for Frances, gentle and meek; She’s waiting for Somebody just like the Sheik. G is for Grace, who studies all night, And when she recites it’s always all right. H is for Hanna, handsome and gay; This is sarcasm, so take it that way. I is for initiative, therefore Irene; Quite sophisticated, though only sixteen. J is for Jean, mild and petite; Though sometimes quite sulky, she’s generally sweet. K is for Katherine, Doll’s lover is she; Wherever you meet one the other you’ll see. L is for Luis, brilliant and hold. Tell her it’s a secret and it will he told. M is for Mildred, rosy and fair. Of her charms the boys had better beware. N is for no one that goes to this school, So we’ll let it pass by without ridicule. 0 is for Omar, we think it’s a shame. That there’s nobody here that goes by that name. P is for Phyllis, shy and demure, For too much hilarity she’s a sure cure. Q is a letter that’s quaint and queer; We can’t find a name that fits it round here. R stands for Rowland Hall, Rachel and Ruth; All very worthy, to tell you the truth. S is for Story, a gay girl is she. If you go to a party right there she will be. T is for Tobin, Aldora’s her name. She surelv is needed for our hall of fame. U are the readers of this silly rhyme. Perhaps you don’t like it, but it look up our time. V is for Victory, which weVe won for sure. If a place in the “Rambler” for this we secure. W is for women, eight more than two score. And hundreds of others who have gone here before. X. Y and Z are always unknown. Mathematical students can solve them alone. — Clarisse Ellis and Hanna Ruth Cohen, — — o Sntcrlube DISMOUNT niy tired horse cind tie him under a fir tree beside a clear little stream off the mountain road to graze upon the tall, sweet grass. I ascend the sloping fir-clad hill with a slow, tired stride, the dried needles crackling under my feet. Uspying a huge log in the shade of a solitary pine in a clearing, nearly at the summit of the hill, I start up in that direction. The sun is sinking just over the top of a high spruce tree and the air is warm and heavily laden with the sweet, balmy smell of dried needles. Reaching the log, I drop wearily down, tired and dusty, for 1 have been riding all day. 1 sit still and gaze dreamily out across the hot, bright valley below. Beyond the sunny valley the mountains rise in hazy blue stillness; a few fleecy clouds sail like dream-ships across an azure sea of sky. A mile away, a small town nestles low in the valley. It is the place to which Comet and I shall presently descend, when the air becomes a little cooler. The valley is dotted generously with farm houses, or- chards, and pastures; a beautiful ribbon-like river flows between heavily fringed banks of evergreen to the lake in the far-away distance. At the foot of the hill, where the road winds down into the valley, a small farm- house is hidden in the midst of an orchard. Occasional sounds drift up to me, now the barking of a dog, the voice of the child singing, the excited cackle of hens. Far across the valley the long echoing whistle of the afternoon train resounds, as it crawls like a small Idack caterpillar along the river. A state of calm dreaminess settles about me and I sink into peaceful thoughts, but am brought suddenly out of my dreams by a shrill, startling chatter from the spruce tree a few yards from me. A little brown squirrel, thinking himself quite alone, scampers up and down the lower limbs of the tree. Such an active little fellow; every fiber of his tiny brown body alert, his cars pricked up, his shiny eyes sparkling with mischief, a bushy tail curled up his back. Now he stops, sits up with front paws arched daintily, lis- tens intently, then sends out a sharp little bark across the clearing and scampers to the end of the next limb, stops, repeats the same action and scampers back again. 1 try to imitate his shrill little bark. At my first attempt he sits up, startled, then calls back and scampers to the limb above him. Each time 1 answer, he ascends the tree, one limb at a time, running to the end of the branch, calls back to me, and excitedly ascends to the next. By the time he is on the topmost branch of the tree, his shrill little voice rises in extreme agitation. For some reason my tone of voice does not please him. Probably if 1 should understand squirrel language, I should find to my amazement that I had been saying something very disagreeable to him, and so 1 springle the crumbs from my lunch around the log for some stray little wood-folk and descend the now shadowy hill to my impatient horse waiting below. — Phyllis Watson. 23 05 T ' JUbTW [ fc ' , ? H y 1 Y t ' -S Af o Snterlulic DISMOUNT my tired horse and tie him under a fir tree beside a clear little stream olT the mountain road to graze upon the tall, sweet grass. 1 ascend the sloping fir-clad hill with a slow, tired stride, the dried needles crackling under my feet. Espying a huge log in the shade of a solitary pine in a clearing, nearly at the summit of the hill, I start up in that direction. The sun is sinking just over the top of a high spruce tree and the air is warm and heavily laden with the sweet, balmy smell of dried iu edles. Reaching the log, I drop wearily down, tired and dusty, for 1 have been riding all day. I sit still and gaze dreamily out across the hot, bright valley below. Beyond the sunny valley the mountains rise in hazy blue stillness; a few fleecy clouds sail like dream-ships across an azure sea of sky. A mile away, a small town nestles low in the valley. It is the place to which Comet and I shall presently descend, when the air becomes a little cooler. The valley is dotted generously with farm houses, or- chards, and pastures; a beautiful ribbon-like river flows between heavily fringed banks of evergreen to the lake in the far-away distance. At the foot of the hill, where the road winds down into the valley, a small farm- house is hidden in the midst of an orchard. Occasional sounds drift up to me, now the barking of a dog, the voice of the child singing, the excited cackle of hens. Far across the valley the long echoing whistle of the afternoon train resounds, as it crawls like a small black caterpillar along the river. A state of calm dreaminess settles about me and I sink into peaceful thoughts, but am brought suddenly out of my dreams by a shrill, startling chatter from the spruce tree a few yards from me. A little brown squirrel, thinking himself quite alone, scampers up and down the lower limbs of the tree. Such an active little fellow ; every fiber of his tiny brown body alert, his ears pricked up, his shiny eyes sparkling with mischief, a bushy tail curled up his back. Now he stops, sits up with front paws arched daintily, lis- tens intently, then sends out a sharp little bark across the clearing and scampers to the end of the next limb, stops, repeats the same action and scampers back again. I try to imitate his shrill little bark. At my first attempt he sits up, startled, then calls back and scampers to the limb above him. Each time I answer, he ascends the tree, one limb at a time, running to the end of the branch, calls back to me, and excitedly ascends to the next. By the time he is on the topmost branch of the tree, his shrill little voice rises in extreme agitation. For some reason my tone of voice does not please him. Probably if 1 should understand squirrel language, I should find to my amazement that 1 had been saying something very disagreeable to him, and so 1 springle the (trumbs from my lunch around the log for some stray little wood-folk and descend the now shadowy hill to my impatient horse waiting below. — Phyllis Watson. = 23 I Go c Conscien T iousiiess — Rachel L’vaiis Leaders H ip — Katherine Hayden Effici E ncy — Mildred Harmston Ve R satility — Beth Sands Disp 0 si I ion — Evelyn Reeves W it— Dorothy Welch Adaptihi L ity — Ruth Ryan Enthusi A sm — Joyce Townsend Sportsina N ship — Janes Woods Han D s — Frances Nixon H air — Margaret Moran Initi A tive — Judy Browne Comp L exion — Louise Williams Re L iahility — Dixie Doolittle G enius — Bertha Kaslor W I llingness — Marian Story Concent R ation — Betty Harkness Se L f-control — Irene Chapman — Grace Durnjord. ®2S(ien=== When our classes begin at ten-thirty, And last till luncheon time at one. No home-work or bothering or worrying. Nothing hut play-time and fun; For the boarders a dance every Friday, A week-end off now and then, Paul Whiteman’s orchestra for dinner — And danc ing with real living men. When the “Day pups” may bring their own cars, And visit the drug store, too. Oh, this is the life — Oh Boy, the life — But altogether too good to be true. — Mildred Dern. 23 67 99 o uto- uggestion uggegteb “The l)ell,” gasped the hoarder. “Where is iriy tie? Oh, here it With a final slain-hang she was gone, leaving the room in a state of perfect disorder. A breathless silence filled the room, unlil, from under a chair a squeaky voice whined, “Oh, please get off my toe, Mr. Shoe! ' ’ A gruff, leatherv voice replied, “Is it mv fault. Miss Stocking, that 1 happened to fall on your loe? 1 declare, I’ve been dropped so hard that my very soul is jarred and I’ve nearly bitten my tongue out.” “Well, that’s too bad, but you just happened to land on a verv weak spot and I’m afraid that ” But what the stocking feared is not known for just then the room became filled with the protests of abused articles. “I’m never wound,” ticked the clock, “ and this run-down condition is verv dan gerous to my health, because ” “Every time she opens the d rawer, my teeth fall out. I’m so scared,” the comb complained. “Yes,” added the brush, “My very hair stands on end, she ” The drawer growled, “The other day 1 had such a shock. She look everything out and tidied me up as neatly as could be. And five minutes later, in she rushed and mussed everything up again.” A liny handkerchief pleaded, “Please let me out, Mr. Right-Bloomer-Leg. I’rn smothering in here.” “Indeed, Madam, you are not in my side of the pair. As for my twin, well the right leg never knows what the left leg does, you know.” “I go paler every time I hear her coming,” sobbed the pink camisole. “ and each time she rummages, 1 get pulled and pushed and twisted, oh! so badly,” grieved the Belly- Beads. And so they grumbled ’til they could grumble no more after which they were silent. Then the mirror, who was very bright, especially when the sun shone on her, said: “Let us try Gone — “Every day in every way she is getting neater and neater.’ ” So the poor things rejiealed it 30 limes over very emphatically. “F very day,” etc. (Contents of the dresser drawers two weeks later ) HOORAY, HOORAY, COLIE! ! ! — Luis Then Baer. WORDS OE WISDOM “Don’t be foolish!” — Miss Soppington. “What you need is good sense!” — Miss Cuerronl. “A lie never gets you anywhere!” — Miss Jones. “Be a good sport! Have a sense of fairness!” — Miss Macdonald. “Don’t be a nut!” — Miss Stevenson. “What you need is more study!” — Miss Evans. 23 c o JlitiniBfjt Jfeast It was the midnight hour. And I was met l)y three; “By thy long, lean arm and vulturous eye. Now wherefore stoppest thou me?” The art room door is opened wide, And I am slipping in; The girls are met, the feast is set, May’st hear the muffled din. The pie was here, the olives there, The chips were all around; We chewed and hit and laughed and howled Like pussies at the moon. The pastry went, the cheese it flew. The grape-juice did flow free; When lo — a noise did hurst Into that silent spree. Our hair on edge began to stand, Our legs and knees were shaking; Our eyes were wild, our hreath we held — We felt each other quaking. “Ghosts,” we yelled, “Oh, Mercy on us,” And huddled close around; While spooks and ghosts were placed before us. In that room without a sound. 1 felt alone, all, all alone, It seemed they’d deserted nie; And never a girl took pity. On my soul in agony. But Ah ! so horrible is this — This supernatural power; Seven days, seven nights, 1 felt the sense Of that dreadful, ghastly hour. I went like one who had been stunned. And is of sense forlorn ; A sadder and a wiser girl, I rose the morrow morn. , — Mildred I) ern. 23 t 71 o iWiracle Something out of nothing. That’s all that must evolve. Something out of nothing, That’s all I’ve got to solve. S(Hnething out of nothing, Staring up at me. Something out of nothing, I know that cannot he. Something out of nothing. With a pile of things attached; Something out of nothing. And all my thought’s dispatched. Something out of nothing. Something is Geometry; Something out of nothing. That’s my brain, you see. Something out of nothing. Now then — let me see Something out of nothing. I’ve got it! g. E. 1). — Luis Thru Baer. bbtcE Questions and Answers; By Miss Alee V. Ate My dear Miss Alee V. Ate: In order to gain the love, respect, and admiration of the entire student body, what methods of teaching and conducting the Rowland Hall girls would you su est The Faculty. To Whom it may concern: Why not let Jeanette Harris decide when and for how long a time we shall have Assemblies; have Mary Joy and Judy Browne run the study halls and have 23 c 73 Mildred Harnislon for office-dog. I should suggest also that you allow Eleanor Fryer to issue all marks and demerits in the future. Fm sure you would gain by I ' he above methods the admiration of the student body. Yours truly. Alee V. Ate. My dear Miss Alee V. Ate: What can I do to make my eyes behave? I don’t want to flirt and 1 never do. but everyone 1 look at thinks I am flirting with him. Is there any medicine I could use in my eyes to make me avoid all appearances of flirting? Anxiously yours, B( th. My dear girl: 1 don’t know of any such medicine, but if you will go to the nearest harness shop and buy a pair of blinders, t ' hey will serve your need admirably. Sincerely, Alee V. Ate. My dear Miss Alee V. Ate: Judging from my handwriting, how old am 1? Dear Dud: Judging from your handwriting, four. Respectfully, Dud. Faithfully, Alee V. Ate. My dear Miss Alee V. Ate: 1 am afraid to be good, because the proverb says that the good die young. What shall I do? Dot W. Dear Dot: There are exceptions to every rule. While many of the good die young, there are some who outgrow it. Respectfully yours. Miss Alee V. Ate. My dear Miss Alee V. Ate: When 1 leave school and wish to thank my teachers for their kind interest in my welfare, what may 1 say to them, being polite and at the same time truthful? Ruth R. Dear Ruth: You may say with all sincerity, ‘This has been a year that I shall never forget.” Miss Alee V. Ate. — Mildred Dern 23 Cl. 74 — =� (cffl,= O i otolanb J|aU JSoarbcrs at tl)e jUflobics ATlIRr3AY night means a lot to a hoarding school girl, especially when it holds the anticipation of a movie. There never fails to he an argument on this eventful night, hut why shouldn’t there he? Isn’t Rudy at one show and Conrad Nagel at another? Of course, we see Rudy! Who could resist the temptation of looking into those dreamy, fascinating eyes, smiling hack at that — oh, well, I’m trying to be serious now! Oh, at last, arrived at the show we settle down for an evening of real enjoyment, hut who, who may I ask you, can enjoy anything with Marion on one side of you and Dot on the other? Oh oh oh. What on earth? 1 turn to Dot and ask for an explanation. For answer I get a blank, cold stare, with a retor, ‘‘You hard-hearted wretch!” Dow grateful people are when you try to take an interest in them! Let the dear I ' hing cry, what dilTerence does it make to me whether Dot’s mascaro runs or not? I lean hack with a snort of disgust and receive another glance, not a glance cither, rather a glare. This time from our chaperone’s direction, and there floats ever the chilly air, “Do try to refrain, and remember you’re from The voice rumbles on, hut my interest is with Rudy now. Not for long are my thoughts with Rudy, though, for from Marion’s direction there comes a gasp. “Oh, no! Do you see that?” Marion’s high-pitched voice fairly shrieks it out. “How could I help seeing it when looking right at it? How very inconsistent,” I answer. She evidently isn’t ' directing the question at me, though, for she doesn ' t pay the slightest attention to my answer. Again 1 settle hack with a sigh; no rest for the wicked 1 suppose. (Why on earth did I hook the pie from the kitchen the other night?) Is it wucked to hook pie, though? I wonder. Suddenly out of the dead stillness comes a familiar giggle from the row behind me. I turn around and there is the other Dot with the usual grin upon her happy countenance. I smile for the first time that evening. What a relief to find a really human person. I immediately arise, go hack and sit with this Dot for the remainder of the evening, and actually enjoy myself. After the show, we all have rather a dreary feeling. It’s nearing the conclu- sion of a perfect week-end, and heavens. Not a cent for church to-morrow. We craw l into l)ed, and should he worrying about our financial conditions, hut instead we dream peacefully of — Rudy. — Betty Daly. Back stairs and hidden ways are not inclined to lead to high honors. — Proverb 1 m r = 76 There goes the bell for “lights all out”; Once more we heed the call; Blit O, Hooray! hereafter we may shout, “We don’t mind bells at all!” — Boarding Seniors. 23 77 ur Jfineiibsi anb patrons Allison, Dr. K. S. Kraals, Martin Ashton-Jenkins Co. Leiff, E. J. Bonnett Glass Paint Co. Leyson- Pearsall C ' o. Bascom, Mrs. F. S. Mary Elizabeth Shop, Inc. Bolterill Auto Co. Morris Floral Co., B. C. Butler-Krusl Baking Co. National Copper Bank Capilolo Bros. National Tea Importing Co. Classic Shop, The Nixon, F. W. Cleveland, A. D. Nibley, J. S. (!line, A. B. Paris Millinery Co., The Clover Leaf Dairy Quish, Alice (!ohn, L. A. Inc. Raley, Dr. F. H. Continental National Bank, The Rejjal Cleaninp Dyeinj; Co. Covey Investment Co. Roberts, Dr. Geo. F. Daynes-Beebe Music Co. Rotisserie Inn Eddinpton Cndertakinp Co. Rowland Hall Athletic Association, The Ellis, A. C. Salt Lake Pressed Brick Co. Evans, L. A. Salt Lake Transportation Co. Felts, Dr. 11. B. Scheid Co., Karl A. hVeemonde, E. Grey Shay, Mrs. C. A. F’ritsch Loan Trust Co. Skelton, Go. E. Glen Bros- Roberts Piano Co. Smart, Dr. Geo Hampton, Grant Star Laundry Hampton Nehr, Drs. Stevens Market Harris, R. T. Success Market Hardy, R. K. United Grocery Harris, J. F. Utah Copper Co. Hillcrest Market Utah Pmgraving Co. Hillcrest Pharmacy Utah Fuel Co. Hople Co., J. A Utah Power Light Co. H unter-Thompson Utah Printing Co. Independent Ice Co. W alker, Mrs. G. R. Johnson, Mrs. joy H. Walsh News Co. Keeley Ice Creatn Co. Wasatch Coal Co. Keith, Mrs. Davi l Western Optical Co. Keith-O ' Brien Co. Whitehouse Drapery Furniture Co. Kelly Co. Zelley, Mrs. W. E. Boyd Park, Inc., Jewelers Portraits in this book by Deseret Bank Building Salt Lake City, Utah BnttaP ' Knist BREAD IS THE BREAD FOR YOU It Has Both Quality and Nutrition BUTTER KRUST BAKING CO. PHONE HYLAND 1981 Phones: Wiisatch 190, Wasatch 9385 Compliments of Botterill Automobile (©uis!f) JBeautp Hair Goods and Toilet Articles Marceling and Company M a n i c u ring SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH • IIOTKL UTAH, 23 East South Temple Salt. Lake City, lUah Kelly Company STATIONERS PRINTERS ROOK BINDERS Society Stationery Engraved (. ' ards 44 Years of Success in Meats Wholesale and Retail 23 West First South Street Wasatch 4180 - 4181 At Strand Public Market and 26-28 West First South Street Salt Lake City Ejvery school in the Country should teach the children the value of SOLD BY Wasatcli Goal Gompany L. F. RAINS, Pros. C. H. FISCHER, Mgr. Phone Wasatch � 3()84 Office, 246 So. Main, Keith Emporium The Happy Home Has Electric Servants to make housework easy Come in and see our complete stock of electric household appliances Utah Power Light Coo “EFFICIENT PUBLIC SERVICE” EVERYTHING ELECTRICAL FOR THE HOME HK happy person is one who continually progresses. No student who slacks up af- ter graduation will he happy. True, you don’t want to he con- tinually grinding on assignments given you by the teacher, hut you do want to keep forging ahead. To do this, and at the same time have complete enjoyment, form the habit of reading good books. A good book is a friend who will come to your aid when needed, but will not bore you when you desire solitude. Have many such friends constantly within reach. COMMON BRICK FIRE BRICK D RAIN TILE FACE BRICK NUTEX BRICK SEWER PIPE-FIRE CLAY IRONSTONE BRICK HOLLOW BUILDING TILE FLUE LINING PARTITION TILE Salt Lake Pressed Brick Co. Office: 42 South Main Sl SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH Office Phone: W a , 951 Yard Phone: Hy, 104 The Karl A. Scheid Co. INSURANCE LOANS BONDS RENTALS REAL ESTATE 726 Boston Building Tel. Was. 4 t20 H. TIKMEUSMA (;. C. BERNARDS Utah Prietiimg Compaey High Class Commercial Printing “FOR PROMPT AND EFFICIENT SERVICE” 18 F ' ost Office Place Was. 2298 Walsh M©ws Compamy John W. Walsh, Pres. Gen. Mpr. DEALERS IN FULL LINE OF MAGAZINES, CANDIES, CIGARS Also All Necessaries that go to Make Up a First Class News Stand Main Office, L53 West South Temple Street Salt Lake City, Utah Stevens Market Fresh and Cured Meats Fish and Poultry 304 East Secorut South Phone Wasatch 2908 Martin Kraals CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER I do all work for H owland Hall Phone Wasatch 7384-J 28-38 East Broadway To the Girls of ROWLAND HALL 28-38 East Broadway The I’aris can always be depended upon as the home of Smart Girls’ Wear. Whether in their teens or Junior years, we take equal pride in pleasing them. To every student of Rowland Hall, and its teachers and friends. The Paris extends its Compliments See Me When You Want Class Pins etc. T E. J. LEI FF Manufacturing Jeweler Jewelry Repairing — the Cream that was complimented as be- ing the smoothest, and most popular of all the National makes served at the great 113 South Main St. NATIONAL ICE CREAM CONVENTION, V pstairs Cleveland, Ohio, 1922! Served — Phone Wasatch 2855 Salt Lake City At your Grocers or Druppists — or in our 6 Busy Stores! If e Deliver Anywhere TAXI AN D BikmikBE Phone WAS Salt Lake Transportation Co National Tea Importing Co. LIT your money where it can’t burn holes in youi pocket and slip through! We pay 4 per cent interest coni pounded semi-annually on savings deposits — let your dollars work fof you ! CONTINENTAL NATIONAL BANK mart footwear for particular men and women — at popular prices HETTER SHOES Stocks and Bonds We maintain a Statistical Department and shall be glad to investigate any stocks, bonds, or other in- vestments which you are con- sidering. , We deal in all marketable securities. Private wires to New York, Chicago, San Fran- cisco and other financial centers. INVESTMENT SECURITIES J. A. Hogle Co. Ogden Salt Lake City Pocatellc Always Y our Warmest F riends The Leading Coals of the West for more than 29 Years ASK YOlIK DEALER Utah Fuel Co. Miners and Shippers of Castle Gate and Clear Creek Coals FTP R school days are over, you may locate in some town not favored with jewelry store. i i If this should l)e your experience, write to us at any time for any- thing in our line and we will give prompt and appreciative attention to your re quirements. Leysoe PeairsaU Coo JKWELERS 236 MAIN STREET Wasatch 853 C. jRornsi Jf loral Co. (.lUALITY ALWAYS 52 E. Second South HIGH GRADE SHOES AT MODERATE PRICES 211 South State Street 0 1 a 1: 1 Engraving CompaDy l OMMERCIAL and Newspaper illustrations and printing plates for all purposes. “TAc Permnnl Service Engraver 157V Regent Street Wasatch 5184 Salt Lake C’ity, Utah Thirty-seven Years of Continuous Service First With the Latest Victor, Edison, Coluinhia R(‘cords; Player Rolls and Sheet Music Quality Musical Merchandise Pianos, Players, Phonographs, Band Inslr’iments — Everything in Music The Best of Service We Appreciate Your Business Glen Bros.-Roberts Piano Co. 161 South Main — Salt Lake City Everything for Women and Misses Wear A Store Which Is Always DEPENDABLE Plus QUALITY and SERVICE C pitolo BroSo Domestic and Imported GKOCERIES 17 East Ith South Phone Was. 817 ConipUments Covey Investment Company OATS, Suits, Dresses and other clothing are made fresh and clean as a spring morning, by our new scientific methods. And every article which leaves our plant is guar- anteed free from the unpleasant odor of cleaning materials. Cleaning Diieing Co. 156-160 East Second South Branch: First South and State SALT LAKtrS MASTER CLEANERS AND DYERS. ET us furnish your home, decorate your walls, drape your windows, carpet your floors, frame your pictures and cre- ate an harmonious whole attainable only at the (WHITEnOUS DRAPtKY rURNITUKt CQ 39 4I 4W54749 5FS3 55 MAIN ST. SALTU«0TY.U1AII. MODERN HOMES PLEASING HOME SITES MONEY FOR HOME BUILDING ASHTON-JENKINS COMPANY 52 Main St. HOlcrest Csish 166 1st Avenue Phone Wasatch 5778 Fresh Fruits, Vegetables, Groceries and Meats OUR MOTTO—XWAUTY’ WF OEMVEH WHEN YOU BUY THAT PIANO LET IT BE A KNABE The IE orld ' s Best OLDER THAN THE STATE OP UTAH icLo. JOSiPn J.DAVNES PR S. CAPITAL $1,000,000.00 ALSO LOS ANCILIS CALIFORNIA KEITEI=O BMEN COMPANY Exclusive Apparel For Women, Misses and Children ROWLAND HALL Recommends the Stoir ILaiiiediry For QUALITY and SERVICE DRUGS ( ' ANDIES HILLCREST PRESCRIPTIONS OUR ICE CREAM pjpjEifmcx SPECIALTY Phone Was. 2865 The Popular Drug Store W e Deliver CompUmentarp S12QP HOUSE OF ORIGINAL MODES 270 So. Main St. Salt Lake City Where Our Milk Comes F rom Is a model of CLEANLINESS and SANITARY METHODS. Well fed, healthy cows supply the milk. Great care makes it reach you in perfect condition. We shall be glad to sup- ply you. Our milk costs no more than the common kin d. Why not have the best for the same money? GLOVER LEAF DAIRY 1 59 West First South Wasatch 2177 IIp]N you go into a bank — day after day — year a f t e r y e a r and have that ‘nobody knoirs me” feelitig, then it’s time to change l)anks. Our bank is the best bank for you National Copper Bank Salt Lake City, Utali Specinlists in Women’.s Apparel Something New All the Time Xo Large Stock at Any Time All Sales for Cash Xo Large Expenses Xo Losses This, in short, explains th(‘ secret of the rapid growth of this ” Little French Shop” Phone Was. 9413 229 So. Main St. Salt Lake ( ' ity Colembes Rexall Cooo Miees Coo A. O. .JACM)BS()N, President and ManajJier 3(M) Keiirns Building Phone W asatch 8649 WK PRINTED dje Crimson Bambler Western Hotel Register Co. Printing Department EDDINGTON Undertaking Company Licenced Emhnlmers I aclv Attcinliint SUGAR HOUSE 1043 - 21st South Hyland 125 Geo. E. Skelton Violin Tuition For list of succe.S8es SOT 306 HOOPER BUILDING WASAT( ' H 4480