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

Text from Pages 1 - 121 of the 1926 volume:

CrimiSon l amtjler Eotolanb l all SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH -f jforctuorb I ? ' ' I OllK years a ijo, when the class of 1923 edited the first volume of the Crimson Rambler, we, the class of 1926 were mere frosh, entirely un- schooled and unversed in the ways of editing a year hook. Since we have grown up with the annual, and have watched its progress and development along with our own, we lake a lively interest in its onward march after we have gone on. And so the staff presents this fourth volume of the Crimson Rambler with the sincere ho[)e that it will serve lo recall the happy events and pleasant memories of days, too .soon over, spent at Rowland Hall. THE VERY REVEREINU WILLIAM W. FLEETWOOD Four Bebication -yt o tf)e Vtx J ebevEitb HJ illiam W. ill Jf leEtUioob, Bean of iWark’S Catkebral anb Cljaplain of Eoto= lanb unbev toljose guibiitg influ= fuce in cbapel gerbices anb ins!piringSEv= mous our religious! appreciation fjas! been bebelopeb, bje tlje clasis! of nineteen tbjentp six lobinglp bebicate tbis! fourth boluine of tlje Crimson i ambler. ([ THE KIGHT REVEREND A. W. MOULTON Bishop of Utah Rector of Rowland Hall c Ilf I ' i f % r r r MACE B. MACDONALD Principal of Rowland Hall ■i C: n A r ' .M t N f . I } -I V ' - r ' 1 r ' h t A f: t W; K i h ' ' J! 1 . � ' . i K . ' . V- Seven THE SPIRIT OE SPRING T LAST, spring, the most welcome spirit of the seasons, has appeared. Daintily lifting her glistening gown she trips across our camj)us, calling to ihe l)irds and butterflies, and making the buds hurst forth into bloom. Wonders are produced by the touch of her finger tips. She is here, there, everywhere — unheard and unseen, yet felt by all. Our girls, the Rowland Hall buds, are touched by this sprite. They awake as though fro Ti deep slumber, throw off the heavy gloom of winter, and emerge as happy and carefree as the spirit who roused them. Groups of happy girls wander across the campus, arm-in-arm, whispering confidences, telling of secret longings and desires. Sounds of music and singing come from the distance. Through open win- dows glimpses are caught of fairy-like creatures in fluffy gowns who gracefully dance to the enchanting music. Shouts and more laughter, yes, the tennis girls are filled with the joy of spring, also. Laughter, song, dance, play — such is the Spirit of Spring. Nightfall, moonlight, spring is glancing over the results of her labor. She stands on a soft carpet of greenest grass, underneath the leafy arch formed by in- tricate interlacing of branches. Moonbeams coming through the leaves throw a soft glow over e verything, revealing roses, lilacs, and fruit trees in bloom. Clinging vines hide barren walls and birds coo in the treetops. Spring looks around with a smile of content, waves a hand in farewell and is gone. Eifiht — Ze.lina Petersen, Jfacultp KATHKYN MILHOLLAM) Instructor in English Advisor for Class of 1926 University of Wisconsin American Academy of Dramatic Arl MAHJOKfE A. STEVENSON Instructor in Physical Education Advisor for Class of 1927 Sargent School of Physical Education KATHERINE HOPPAIJCH Instructor in History Advisor for Class of 192H University of Arizona JANE EVANS Instructor in French Advisor for Class of 1929 Leland Stanford University Ten (Tljr Cniiisan Iv.urtfuin- I 1 MRS. HARRIOT B. STERLING Instructor in Malhematics Wellesley College AUGUSTA B. SMITH Instructor in Latin Sinilli College DEACONESS PROPPER Instructor in Domestic Art Ann Arbor MARTHA M. SPRINGMAN Instructor in Art and Dancing Advisor jor Class of 1930 University of Utah U ‘a A FAeren MAKJOKIE MiCLUNG Kindergarten Stephens College, Missouri RKV. HOYT E. HENRIQUES Instructor in Bible Rector of St. John’s MAY FAULDER Instructor in Music Royal Academy of Music, Loruhiii JOYCE A. TOWNSEND Supervisor of Practise Rowland Hall A Thirteen MRS. R. R. MAUPIN Secretary k ' ; RPV. A. L. WOOD Business Manager MRS. SARAH REA House Matron Fourteen temper tKprannisi” Heavenly Muse attend me. Of a battle of hate 1 sing; Genius and judgment now lend me. License and pardon bring! The God’s were wont to be hateful, Haughty, severe, and proud; But after that famous battle. Their didatic spirits were bowed. Now haughty again we find thern. Even a little hit worse; And so I would remind them By the inditement of this verse. Of a battle in which they were crushed. Diana, the captain, led the way, Rudest and roughest in the fray. Behind her came in darkest tunic Phoebus Apollo, teacher of music. With gleaming eye and haughty mien, A high “g” sharp was every scream. Apollo’s disci|)le was next to arrive, Orpheus, hut lately dified. His latent genius submerged by hate. As he battles with those of his former state. And when Venus, the center, lay Prostrate, he resumed the fray. Venus, your glory in art is enough, (And now 1 beg you’ll excuse me), But when you are rough, and when you are tough, Venus, you really amuse me. Heavenly Jupiter refused to contend,. But in his place Juno did send, Juno (tailed Jane, whose sharp eagle ey(% Every absent or tardy mortal did s|)y. She does not fight with spear and lance, But stills with a look, and kills with a glance. Clio the muse of history, Battles with sweetest dignity. Two short years since her elevation, et well she requites her lofty station. Cer(‘s should guard the office door. Yet all alone it is left. Priscilla, in a flood of tears. Mourns her brave Mother’s death. Minerva, Latin Goddess, frowns, Too well I know ' that look. Held in my hand by her silky blond hair. Fijtcc.u ff Her head from her body I look. Pluto, God of the under school. Fought like one from Hades; We wonder how she expects to teach The children to be ladies. Little black-haired, winsome Pan, Was the only one to score; The latest come to heavenly portals, And she the patron of the mortals. Yet she fought them on that day. But they should all be judged as cranks. If they grudged her their sincerest thanks. For her help in every way. Thus by the aid of the heavenly muse, I have sung of the heroes and slain; The mortals win, and the deities lose. But now as of old the deities reign; I ask, “Is there justice in this?” But we beat ’em once, and could do it again. And, “Sic Semper Tyrannis.” • — Jeannette Harris, Sixteen Seniors; Senior Class Molto: “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield .” — Tcnny Colors: Turkey Red and Yellow. SENIOR CLASS SONG We’re marching through Rowland Hall. Our red and yellow flag on high; Our hearts will he loyal to Alma iVIaler, And as the years roll swiftly hy; With praises, our class forever true. Joyfully raises a loyal cheer to you; For, we’re marching through Rowland Hall. To its glory our name affix; As on we swing, our voices ring, Hail, “R. H. TWENTY-SIX!” Eighteen jULlKT BROWNE Versatile Browne We jusl wouldn’t have had a year hook without this energetic, go-getting young lady. Bui her talents do not end here, for she carries a stellar role in the Senior play and when it comes to A’s ! Watch her!! We’re proud to call her a R. H. graduate. Class IVesidenl, ' 23, ' 24, ' 26 Vice-President, ' 25 Assistant Kditor Year-Book, ' 25 Kditor-in-Chief, ' 26 IVesidetit Dedra Cluh, 25 .Secretary-Treasurer of A. A., ' 24 Choir, ' 23, ' 24, ' 25, ' 26 Senior I’lay, ' 26 EUGENIA SMITH Sheenie Sheenie, in her three years at the Hall, has left her indelible mark in the artistic world. Besides that she’s a peach of a good sport and led her team to victory. , Teachers and friends might well name her “reliability personified.” President Student Body, ‘25 Secretary-Treasurer, Class 24 Vice-President, Class ' 26 Senior F lay, ' 26 Art P ' ditor, ' 26 Captain Senior Basket Ball, ‘26 Choir, ' 25, ' 26 Junior Play, 25 Nineteen MARIANNA LUFF Like a laughing, dancing sunbeam, our Columbine has flitted through the last two years at Fiowland Hall with a smile and a kind word for everyone. Have a wonderful trip, but don’t forget that we’ll l e missing you. (!lass ' IVeasurer, ‘26 ( hoir, ' 25, ‘26 Junior FMay, ‘25 Senior Play, ‘26 Business Manager, Crimson Kamhler, ’26 GFRALDINE TRUITT Wliat would the Athletic Association have done without her management, the Senior Class without her helpful sugges- tions, and the Rambler without her jokes? Here’s success and happiness to you ‘‘Hubby,” dear, and don’t you dare forget us. A. A. President, ‘26 Senior Plav, ‘26 Joke F dilor, ’26 Choir, ‘25, ’26 • - Twenty MARY JO STONER DOROTHY LYMAN F ' irst a boarder, then a day pupil — on again, off again, as it were, with many warm friends in both groups. Whether Jo’s talent and work in life is latent or whether it’s just being “our Jo” we cannot tell. She looks just as sweet standing there by the right of Gerry as we know her to be. Whoever said that the true air of cama- raderie influences our lives was thinking of Dot. Not only is she optimistic when every one is glum, but she is A-1 when it comes to lessons. Besides that she’s a credit to the photo department even if she did paste the R. H. campus upside down. Senior Play, ’26 Athletic Kditor of (Irimson Rambler, ’26 Choir, ’25, ’26 Junior F Iay, ’25 Photography Editor, Crimson Rambler, ’26 Senior Play, ’26 junior Play, ’25 Basket Ball Sub, ’25, ’26 Talent Y ' Onf ELKANOR WALSH Due to her innate daintiness and sense of beauty we have the charming costumes for the Senior Play and the beautiful plates in the year book. Along with the reputation of being one of the best dressed girls in school, she is one of the sweetest. Senior F lay, 26 C. K. An Editor, 24, ' 25 Assistant Art Fiditor, 26 Class Vice-President, ' 24 (ilass Secretary-Treasurer, ' 25 Basket Ball, ' 23, ' 24 JEANNETTE HARRIS Nettie, will you stop making me giggle long enough to write this? Remember the day you popped the bag in study hall? You’ll be an anarchist yet. What we’ve seen of you, between excuses to go and see your sick grandmother and flying trips to Cal., has been great. Good old Jay! P. S. — Is that all right? (ihoir, ' 25, ' 26 Basket Ball, ' 23, ' 24, ' 25, ' 26 .Senior Play, 26 (ilass President, 25 .Society Editor (irimson llainhier, 26 Tuenty-two MARGKHY SAWYER You will pul tacks where they don’t be- long, will you? We are so glad you de- cided to graduate with us. We’ll miss your giggle through halls and classes, your dra- matic “dig, dig, dig” — hut most of all, just you “Marg.” (.’hoir, ' 2S, ' 26 Assistant tJlerary Kditor of Ramhlor, ' 26 Swim in inn, ' 25, ' 26 Sonior Play, ' 26 Haskel Rail, ' 25 ELIZABETH BROWN I lizabeth is the domestic member of our class and we feel sure that some day she will grace a home with ease and dexterity. Never mind if you can’t memorize poetry, Lizzie, we all wish you much luck and hap- piness after you leave R. H. (Ihoir, ’26 Senior Play, ' 26 Junior Play, ' 25 A. A. Association, ' 25, ' 26 Tu ' CTily ' three Cijc CrnnsoH iviiiUJiri ZELMA PETERSEN “Still Waters Run Deep,” Zelmie, and it’s taken us some time to know you, but how we love you! Your fine sense of all that is good, honest, and friendly has had a powerful influence on the class. On you rests the glory of work well done — and our belief that you will carry on like a true Rowland Hall disciple. MARY THOMPSON “1 am the hearer of the racquet” — and we’ll stick by you through thick and thin, Mary, ol’ dear. Although red hair de- notes a fiery temper, she has proved the exception to the rule — and her hair al- ways was a “freak” anyway. A real sport — a rough rider — a true, blue girl — and a friend to he proud of! (]hoir, ’25, ’26 Junior Play, ’25 Senior Play, ' 26 Literary Editor of (uirnson Karnhler, 26 Basket Ball, ' 25, ’26 Lhoir, ’25, ’26 Swimminp, 25, 26 Tennis, ’25, ' 26 Senior F’lav, ' 26 Twenty ' loiif LEOiNORE CAMPBELL l.e() has won a big place in our hearts by her happy-go-lucky ways, her pep, and unfailing loyalty. As a basketball player she can’t be beaten, and we feel sure that wherever she may go she will lx received with the same popularity as at R. H. (ihoir, ’26 Senior IMuy, 26 liusket Hall, 26 Assist. lMiot(� y K lil n ( ' .rifuscm Kamhier, ‘26 .lANE 1). WOODS “Procrastination” is not the thief of “Shanie-Broo’s” time by any means. Her history for the year was outlined by April and her book-reports are done months ahead of time. She’s always been a jolly comedy-relief in the dull routine, and truly bears out the saying: A girl worth while, Is a girl who can smile! StTiior Play, 26 C. R. Fino Arts Editor, 26 (ihoir, 24, 25, 26 Haskot Hall. 25, 26 Twenty- five i HELENE HARMSTON Sweet ways, a soft laugh and a glorious head of Titian hair have made us love our “special” Helene, who makes one of the loveliest May queens we know of. We are leaving her to you as a softening influence and fitting reminder of us after we have gone on ahead. Senior Play, ' 26 (Ihoir, ' 26 Athletic Ass ' n, ‘26 Ije Senior Oh, yes, 1 am a Senior, A thing I’ve longed to be; I have an excellent demeanor. But still they don’t like me. They scold me and they taunt me. And they say I’m very had: I don’t know what I’ve done, hut gee! J When I’m gone they’ll all he glad. I’tn not had hut good. An angel it is true; 1 do just what I should. And often times more, too. 1 go to bed at ten o’clock. My eight hours sleep to get; I wake up with the ’larrn clock. Providing it is set. My good manners I display. Wherever I may he; Altho’ at times I’m very gay, I’m gentle, too, you see. Now, what can he the matter, With a girl as good as I; I’ll bet 1 know the reason, I’rn just too good, that’s why. — Jane 1). Woods. T uerity-six HasJt l iU anb tEesftament of t )t Pernor Cla s; Behold These Presents: K rHK CLASS OF 1920 heinj the only class of its particular kind in Salt Lake City, do at this eleventh hour as is our wont, not being under the influ- ence of any case of insanity and being for the first time in our natural state of mind, do hereby will and bequeath to our successors and superiors the following: FIRST To the Faculty, poor dears, we leave what is left of them after the struggle against our intelligentia, also our ability to have “silent” feeds, and last but not least the Junior Class, hoping they will find we are not so bad through comparison with our successors. SECOND file Senior Class as a whole does hereby will to the junior Class their destruc- tion and originality, their unwritten law, “Never Say Die,” their superiority in every- thing, and their duty as amusement for the baby boarders. THIRD To the Sophomore Class we may have to leave some of our members, and also willingly leave our note books and privilege of having open forum in Bible. We also leave our ability to accomplish extraordinary things at the eleventh hour, our sin- cerest hopes that they will soon grow in numbers so they don’t have to recite so many times a period, and, last but not least, our deepest love and best wishes to our good old Sophie Sisters. FOURTH To the Freshman Class, we leave our sincerest hope that they will soon grow up. And our card party tickets, dated April 17, 1929, hoping they may use them to good advantage. FIFTH fo Susie Harris, Judy leaves her ability to lead a wayward class, lh(� rummage sales, ;md all the responsibilities of a Senior President. SIXTH To Marjorie Templeman, Gerry Truitt leaves ber collection of Ronald Coleman, that the former may have a hero to sigh for. SEVENTH To Virginia 1)., Marianna Luff leaves her soldier boys and some one to carry her books to school every morning. EIGHTH To Dorothy Van Dyke, Mary Jo leaves her fits of absent-mindedness that the former may have rests from the worries of lessons. NINTH To Mildred Hunter, Jane leaves her course of study periods. Tuenty-seren TENTH to to To Cynthia, Zelma leaves an extra foot — not that the latter wishes the former he a “tri-ped,” but a little taller. ELEVENTH To Mary Grieve, Eugenia leaves her musical talents that the former may come fame. TWELFTH To Alice Thomas, Margery S. leaves everything the former wants. THIRTEENTH To Frances llderton, Judy leaves her practice periods (?) that the former may improve her jazz. FOURTEENTH To Virginia Rea, Mary Thompson leaves some pointers in tennis. FIFTEENTH To Irene Hampton, Dorothy L. leaves her Wilkes Theatre idols and her seat in the study hall, that the former may sit and sleep in quiet .seclusion. SIXTEENTH To Nancy Sullivan, Eugenia leaves her “A’s” in Latin and kindest regards con- cerning the Rambler Art Department. SEVENTEENTH To Dorothy C., Leonore leaves her basket ball fever and fungi collection. EIGHTEENTH To Myra, Jane leaves one more year of French and her ever-lasting smile. NINETEENTH To Ruth V., Eleanor leaves her coup in the Art room and her study hour while riding to school in the morning. TWENTIETH To Marjorie B., Mary Thompson leaves her seriousness and heavy course, not wishing the former any bad luck. TWENTY-FIRST To Milene, Jeannette leaves with best love her winter uniform. Signed, JULlF r BROWNE, EUGENIA SMITH, JANE WOODS, LEONORE CAMPBELL, MARGERY SAWYER, JEANNETTE HARRIS, ELIZABETH BROWN, DOROTHY LYMAN, ZELMA PETERSEN, MARY THOMPSON, GERALDINE TRUITT, MARIANNA LUFF, MARY JO STONER, ELEANOR WALSH. Drawn up and laid down by: SHEENIE SMITH. Esq. Twenty-Eight Suniors; Cbf Cninson i ambler I Li t; r i n I a IS i I SUSANINA HARRIS President Rf)l� ins MILDRED HUNTER ' I ' rddy hears and wooden shoes ALICE THOMAS Vice-President A Slimmer shower, and a rainbow MYRA REMINGTON Secretary-Treasurer l.itlle hlaek sprites in the moonlifiht CYNTHIA BLOOD While mice, French fans, pink, silk socks DOROTHY CORI lELD A deep shadowy pool pierced with moonlight U S ' ■iO V- Thirly IV A CHANDLtR I license wreaths, fantastic shadows, cherry blossoms RUTH VORSE While roses and summer nijihts NAINCY SULLIVAN Sprin linu — jon(|nils — a (Grecian vase DOROTHY VAN DYKE Manne({uins — sport model cars — ( iharleslon MARY GRIEVE lllack sal in and Oriental |� earls VIRGINIA REA Wave-beaten rocks, a Newfoundland d � ;: Thirty-one MILENE MUIK ' ri rer lilies— Russian olMi )un(ls — black narcisse IRENP: HAMPTON riiimhle, lilacs, shaded wicker rockinjrchair MARJORIE BRENNAN Morris chair — firelijihl MARJORIE TEMPLEMAN Wide prairies, perfume l cowboys— I reckon VIIIGIiNIA I)()II(;HEKTY A lanporoiis laiif:li iiikIit a (� ar(lrii undirella EKANCES ll.DERTON Rosy apples — milk pails Junior Class; I I s Motto: “Grin and bear it.” Colors: l )wder Blue and Scarlet. Flower : “Forj et-Us-Not.” CLASS SONG (Tune: “The FVeshman.”) Why are we all jolly Juniors? Because we are, what we is, and we isn’t what wc ain’t. Why do they all love the Juniors? Because they know, where’er we o. Our pep we’ll always show. They haze us, they daze us. But nothing that they do will ever “faze” us. Oh, yes, we are all jolly Juniors, With a Junior here, and a Junior there. And the Juniors, Rah! Rah! Rah! I I S Thirty-three Mv CaStIc hv tf)E ea My castle by the sea, I think was made for me; By countless waves through countless years. Cutting ai d carving with salt sea tears The place 1 now call mine. It’s only a seat in a rugged wall. Windows and roof it hasn’t at all; Only a hit of sand for floor And just one wide, wide open door, This place 1 now call mine. The blue sky above with clouds in its keep, God’s own roof, that often can weep At the angry waters below — This is the ceiling 1 love and know. In this place I call mine. The open door looks out towards the sea. Where fly the gulls so wild and free; The three cold walls are washed with spray, That the cool, green waves toss up in play. In my castle I call mine. So when 1 long for peace and rest, I fly to my house as a gull to its nest; And from white-capped waves, and rain-w ashed skv My soul learns a song from Him on high. In my castle by the sea. — Alice Thomas, ' ' F.cila. ' opf)omoresJ Ctjc Crimson ixamblrr I Kay Hardy Betty Botterill Dorothy Cunninjjhani T r.irty-six Betty Allison, I resident Katherine Hoftle, Vice-President Frances I’orler, Sevretary-T rensurer Lilahel Hopson Mildred Mirkelson Susan Smith opfjoinore Class Color: Flame. Flower: Poison Ivy. SOPHOMOKF BASKKTBALL SONG (Tune: “Tipperary”) It’s a long, hard fight to he champions, It’s a long way to go; It’s a tough fight we ’re going to give you. But our spirits are not low; Come on and fight us. Juniors! We all shall bravely try. So if we don’t win this battle We’ll know the reason why. tEfje casfons Summer, oh summer, 1 sometimes think, That you with your long drowsy days Of vacation and tennis and all kinds of fun, Have some of the pleasantest ways. Ikit then comes the autumn, the red and gold autumn That stirs me as never before, With the sense of a being, an Almighty Spirit, Who gives us our wisdom and lore. Come close to the fireside for winter is here. And the snow drifts deep on the ground; The world is changed to a dazzling white sphere And the icicles hang all around. The weather grows warmer, the trees are in hud. The robins and larks again sing; The snowdrop and crocuses open their cups — Oh. how happy I am it is Spring! — Susan A. Smith Partaker of my every joy atid woe, You are my friend; and my sole happiness Lies in the fact I may to you express My joys and pains, discuss a friend or foe; And feel that freely I to you may go. The debt I owe to you no one can guess, But all the love I give to you (ah, yes. Dear one I do admire and love you so!) Do take e’en though it be poor recompense For all you have so kindly given me. But bear in mind, beloved, when we go thence. To you -I’ll ever true and constant be, And hope that once again I may confess My hopes, my fears, my follies, — all to thee. Frances Porter, f •) I I I . I I I F ' dna Grieve, Secretary’! reasurer ' Alhertu Jumieson Gennoru Grimm JfreSfjman ClaSg Colors: Lavender and Green. Flower: Clover. Motto: Voiiloir, C’est Pouvoir. SONG Ki yi, ki yicus, nobody like us. We are the class of ’29. Always a winnin’ always a grinnin’, Always a feelin’ fine. Ki yi, ki yicus, nobody like us. We are the Freshies, so they say; Always are snappy, always are ha|)py. Always a feelin’ gay, Ki Yi! tt)£ JfreSJjteS of 1926 Now to the Freshies we will turn; They may he green bill they will not hum. After all they are not so had. Considering the training they have had. Tis Tiny Story whom we first see. An acrobat she longs to be. Then up steps Leonora Grimm, She has duck’s feet — hut cannot swim. Next in line is Alice Dick, And out of her we get a kick! Another beauty in our school Is Dorothy, who plays the fool. Then small hut lively Mary Kern, In gym she wiggles like a worm. Oh yes, and Irene — she’s a peach. Domestic Science she would teach. And right in line comes Anna Mae, Who fills the teachers with dismay. And of course we must remember ‘M)i,” She eats Spearmint gum and apple pie. There’s Alberta with goo-goo eyes. Who forever grins and never cries. And Edna Grieve so young and dark — She’s always ready for a lark. And last of all just humble me, A parson’s daughter I’m sure to be. My friends, the FVeshmen you have seen. You see we’re really not so green; You always like to have us nigh. We’ll he nice Sophies, by and by! — -Olive Wood. ®f)c iSigfjt before Cxams ’I vvas the night before Exams, and all through the Hall The girls were much worried, the short ones and tall; rhe last bell had rung and the girls were in bed, Everyone had a thought of “flunk” in her head; Each girl also thought “In a very short time 1 shall quietly out of my little bed climb, Then ardently study, Til cram and I’ll cram, By dawn I’ll be able to pass that Exam.” Miss Macdonald had done some studying, too. She was now at the thing she’d decided to do; She crept down the hall and knocked on the door Of Marjorie and Joyce and many, many more: “Come Katherine, come Martha! come Barbara! come Jane! On Augusta! on Hulh!” and they all came. When they were assembled in night caps and gowns, ' Fhey looked like a band of so many clowns. M !]! hoi land and her galoshes w hich were much worn. Because of the ill use in bed they had borne; Bropper was proper as Propper could be. Her apparel was such that one would like to see; Augusta, with her dear little slippers of red. Had grudgingly come from her comfortal)le bed; Miss Krall had a solitary braid down her back. The other remained on her head, intact; Miss Ma(‘donald gave instructions to this little band. To find out the.se girls and to “take them in hand.” So they all started out with the greatest delight, riiey had so long awaited this chance of tonight. Eacli took a direction differenl from the rest. And liegan very stealthily on her quest. All went well ’til Miss Macdonald stubbed her toe. How, is something I do not kimw. ' fhere was a crash and a bang. Oh! such a clatter! The girls at their books knew what was the matter — They switched out their lights and jumped into bed. Each girl pulled the covers up over her head. When Miss Macdonald recovered from this sad fate, They were snugly in bed — she was too late To catch them, and what could be done If she had not evidence — the case was not won. So the teachers left and in a tone very flat Miss Alice B. Macdonald said, “Well, that’s that!” Fort ' thrvi —Hotly Allison. €xemptee And so you think it’s fun to be exempt, And not to take a hard exam; To sit at ease while others their wits have spent, And burned the midnight oil to cram? Alas! It can’t be fun, it never was. For what’s the joy to think and think. To write a theme and find it full of flaws, Just sit! ’til green and blue look pink. While out of doors the snow is falling, falling. In fluffy snowflakes everywhere; And gleaming glass-like ice is calling, calling: “Oh, come and skate, why don’t you dare.” And o’er the slippery track I see to glide. Just crowds of laughing, jolly girls; On flashing sleds and painted skiis they slide, Now straight ahead and now in whirls. I think I see injustice in all this. And our wise faculty is to blame; While out of doors the snow is falling, falling. Why don’t they do’t and play the game? — Zelnia Petersen, ‘‘Something for the Eamhler” Gee, when you’re sittin’ an’ waitin’, Mostly for the hell to ring; The teacher says you gotta write A story, poem, or some li’l’ thing. I never could do stuff like that. So what’s the use of trying; 1 only make a mess of words. That have no sense or rhyming. But there’s only twenty minutes left. For me to write a poem; So I console myself by the fact That neither could Jeroboam. — Anon. CigJbft rabe J Lucy Ann Billinp?ley Kvie Johnson Virtiinia Nowhy Miriam Malsen igns; of Spring The cherry blossoms are out today, And the birds are carolling over the way — The green of the lawn so fresh and gay, Tells us that Spring is here. The quaint little crocuses, modest and shy, Brilliant red tulips, heads to the sky ( ' .atch the gold sunbeams as they pass by — We know that Spring is here. Dear Robin Red Breast sits on the lawn. We just catch a glimpse and then he is gone; Ikit he will be back Ix fore very long For he knows that Spring is here. — Lucy Ann Billingsley. % The Kighth graders have finally proven themselves worthy of becoming mem- bers of the Assembly Hall, and through their pep, loyalty, and spirit have endeared ihemselves to us all. Lnr Y ' sci rn Wf)p tfje (§reen in Opting In the early days of creation, the trees were always green. In a peaceful Indian village lived a maiden who loved the trees, birds and flowers. The trees seemed to whisper to her, the birds sang for her, and the flowers spread their lovely perfume whenever she drew nigh. Now in a neighboring village lived a proud chief who wished to wed this lovely maiden. One day, as she was walking in the woods, he rushed down upon her and (tarried her away to his village. Because they were so sorry, the trees dropped their leaves as tears, ihe birds ceased to sing, and the flowers drooped their heads. After several months, the chief was killed in battle, and while all his |)eople were mourning, the maiden escaped and returned to her village. The leaves returned to the trees, the birds sang sweetly, and the flowers lifted their heads in joy. It was a springtime of joy and gladness to celebrate the maiden’s return. Every year at the time the maiden was captured, the trees, recalling their great sorrow, dropped their leaves. And as a remembrance of the time she returned, they clothe themselves in the brightest of greens to show their joy. — Emily Sharp — (irade 7. the BaisiiesJ Came to |Be In the olden days there was a little crippled girl whose name was Daisy. Her face was as white as snow and her hair was as golden as the sun. Every day she would go into the forest and feed her only friends, the birds and animals. One day the birds went to Mother Nature and told her how sad Daisy was. They asked her to change Daisy into a flower so she could be with her friends. Mother Nature did so, and left a flower with petals as white as Daisy’s face and a center as golden as her hair. — Marie McCune — Grade 6. forty-eight I- djool I? 1 Virfiinia Kllis Priscilla Maiifiin Frances Stoner Marie Mrdiine Marjiarel Lainboiirne Alice Dougherty Margaret Thomas Frances Smith Kvelvn Evelyn Swanson Virginia Allison Weyher Betsy Dcrn Kniily Sharp Pep y Moormeisler (iarolyn Waterman Marion Lansrlowne (iatherine Ahsher Fifty Cljc CriiHGon Marlelh Kiiifi Margaret (iani[)i)ell Marjorie Belle Baker Virginia Lanihourne Mary Lou ILiker Rebecca Franklin Yunimie Wilson l.oveday Wood Joy Billingsley Virginia Hout Martha Sparks Betty ILunsey Fifty-one Cloub Jfandes As I lay in my bed I wondered, As I often have wondered, why The gray clouds and white clouds lie Under the clear blue sky. As the sun shines up in the heavens. High up in the sky so blue; 1 wondered how the clouds Fly up in the sky as they do. Now I know what moves them ; 7 ' he wind moves them, you know; Although it’s very strong down here. It moves them very slow. And they go in such funny shapes: In castles, flowers, and trees; But very soon they change their form, When there comes along a breeze. — Joy liillinf sley. Club 1 . The N. O. Y. H. is the best Club of all, The very best club in dear Rowland Hall: Merry, merry always are we — The happy girls of the N. O. Y. B. II. The club is full of gladness. And vanishes all sadness; Singing and laughing all the day In our work or in our play. — Priscilla Maupin. l. Murie Bunil)f rj;er Rulh Elaine Doelle Phyllis Jane Luman Uluetta Prinsen Belly Armsironp Belly Tyler Belly Keyser Lydia Peter Gorrlon Ann strong jane Shay Margaret Anrlerberg Gloria Bamberger (Constance Rickard Filty-threc tlTfje l uUp Once a red tulip popped out of its warm bed and was glad to see that Mother Nature had spread her green carpet. The tulip saw that the sun was shining brightly. Then soon the tulip’s leaves came out and the tulip was so happy to think that his leaves had come out and were so pretty. Mr. Wind was passing by. He said, “Litlle tulip, I’m goitig to blow your red petals off.” The tulip said, “Oh, please, Mr. Wind, 1 just came out of my warm bed.” So Mr. Wind said he would not, and never again did he try to hurt any of the prelty flowers. — ](iuv Shay, ( rade .‘T arben One early spring morning. Mother Nature had already spread her green car- pet. A gentle breeze was blowing. The sky was clear and blue. Mr. Sun was peeping out of a cloud. The trees were just ready to burst into leaves. The flowers in the garden wanted to have a party. They talked it all over. They were going to ask the fairy of the flowers if she would change them so they could go to the party. The party was going to be in the front yard of the tulip bed. It was going to be tomorrow. A little robin that was flying by, stopped to talk with her. She asked him if he would come to the party with some of his friends and if any of his friends could sing, to bring them, so they could sing for the music. The flowers could hardly wait. At last the happy day came. The sun and the wind were there and so was Mother Nature and a lot of her friends. The violets wore their purple dresses, the tulips had on their colored dresses. The wind was playing all kinds of tricks. He blew one of the tulip’s petals off. The birds and bees sang merry songs and they all began to dance. Then the fairy of the flowers said that they had to go home. When tliey reached their pretty flower-bed homes they soon fell fast asteep, and I ' m sure they dreamed of their happy spring party. — Marie Bamberger, (� rade .1. Fifty- four mliersarten f Jane Cowan Tommy Kearns J. T. Tyree Hoyt Smith Marie Folsom lluiohj I.amh Armin llerohl Jean Loui; McClanahan Kathryn Jane Kearns Georjie Butler Charles Aimer Shay, Jr. ' M Fifty-six I d rpni ationsi EDITORIAL STAFF Cfje Crimsion l ambler 1926 Kdilor-in-Chief Juliet Browne, ’26 Assistant Editor Nancy Sullivan, ’27 Business Manager Marianna Luff, ’26 Literary Editor Zelma Petersen, ’26 Assistant Alice Thomas, ’27 Society Editor Jeannette Harris, ’26 Assistant Alice Dick. ’29 Art Editor Eugenia Smith, ’26 Assistant Eleanor Walsh, ’26 Athletic Editor Mary Jo Stoner, ’26 Assistant Virginia Kea, ’27 Photography Editor Dorothy Lyman, ’26 Assistant Leonore Campbell, ’26 Joke Editor Geraldine Truitt, ’26 Fifty ’eight Crimgon Bambler Cbitonal taff Cnn:i ' ' n lAambler As Kditor may I express my most sincere thanks to the staff for their untiring energy and co-operation, which has made possible the publishing of this fourth volume of the Crimson Hand)ler. May mention also he made here of the splendid help of mend)ers of the Eighth (riade. Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior classes in connection with the photography department, the excellent and conscientious work of the Art class, and the interest and loyalty dis|)layed at all times by our Prii.cipal and Faculty. — Jut in Browne. Fifty-nine Cfjoir iWembers; First Sopranos Frances Porter Helene Harinslon Geraldine Truitt Mary Jo Stoner Fugenia Smith Marianna Luff Si corul Sopranos Leonore Campbell Marjorie Templeman Mary Grieve Virginia Daugherty Jeannette Harris Miss Faulder Alice Thomas Nancy Sullivan Milene Muir Altos Judy Browne Iva Chandler Jane Woods Miss Stevenson Susanna Harris Margery Sawyer Myra Remington Zelma Petersen Susan Smith Mary Thompson Frances llderton Mildred Hunter Sixty Cljoir ctibitics Sang the Annual Candle and Carol Service, December loth, in the chapel. Sang at the Ash Wednesday Service, at St. Mark’s Cathedral. Sang the Early Morning Easter Service at St. Mark’s Cathedral. Rendered Easter music and carols at the Ladies’ Literary Club. Sang at the Children’s Annual Sunday School meeting. Sang at the Sarah Daft Home. Sang music at Commencement. And — sang every morning in chapel. Organisation Oifts Athletic Association gave a lovely cement tennis court and skating rink to the i I school. N. (). Y. R. Club gave pictures to their class rooms. I Seniors. ’26, gave a complete make-up box to the school for future dramatics. Seniors, ’26, gave a large-sized Orthophonic Victrola as a parting gift to the Y school. ,9 i. ■ 1 ■one ®ljt M. € . S. Club n I N. O. Y. 1 . (]iul), organized February, 192F has completed another success- ful year. It has continued to live u[) to its name, “Not Old. Yet Busy.” Ui This club meets the first Thursday of each month in the seventh grade class- ' ll room. The purpose of the did) is to bring the upper grades of the lower school ' into a closer relationship and to further the interests of Row land Hall in every pos- j j si hi 3 w ay. At (dirislmas the members remembered children less fortunate than lh( y with gifts and toys. T As a clo.sing gift to the school the club paid for one hmidrcd tvvertv-five s(]uare I, feet of the tennis court. With the money left, two pictures were bought, one for each of the upper grade class rooms. The club has been very fortunate in its selection of officers. Hie following U officers have served faithfully: (Catherine Ahsher President Priscilla iVIaupin Vice-President Emily Sharp Secretary Virginia Allison Treasurer . Cf)c Crimson ivimbtfr “ai Shfyfno Wt)e sisiociation President Geraldine d’riiill Vice-President Susanna Harris Secretary and Treasurer Betty Allison Advisor Marjorie A. Stevenson GYM EXHIBITION The largest athletic event of the year, the Gym Exhibition was given March 26 , under the direction of Miss Stevenson, by the gymnasium students of the upper and lower schools. The functions of the evening were: games and floor work by the lower school; Indian club work, floor work, marching tactics and ap|)aratus work by the upper school. The Gym Exhibition grows better with age, as has been proven by the good crowd and their hearty applause. We hope that it will always be thus. TENNIS TOURNAMENT This book will have gone to press before the winners of doubles and singles have been announced. There is much enthusiasm in the games, and there have been several exciting games with Westminster in doubles and singles. Sixty -lour y Sixty- five a. ia. Partp Oh, yes. We still had more money to raise for our new cement tennis court. The last result was a bazaar and card party given by the Athletic Association. Sophs, Juniors, Freshies, Seniors all had booths to help the cause. Seniors made waffles (more hard work); Juniors, doll clothes; Sophies, pastries, and Freshies were jack of all trades. In the evening the old stand-bys of the school played cards. Under the able supervision of Miss Stevenson all went well, and a great deal of money was made. 9. 3. Picnic Well, well, didn’t you go to that Athletic Association Picnic? You missed one of the best times of the year. It was a regular get-acquainted parly, all the old girls were put in charge of the new ones. Oh, we went up to Rotary p§rk in the day pupils’ automobiles. Wonderful eats — hot dogs, coffee, potato chips, Eskimo pies, etc., and later we toasted marshmallows in the open fire place, by the light of the beautiful moon. Everyone hated to leave, but there always has to be an end to a perfect party, and everyone rode off singing gaily. inecres(t Hurray! Here we go. Pinecrest once again. Bob sleighs, skiis, toboggans, sleds, food, kids, all ready for the fun. We left the hall amid laughter and fare- wells with all the provisions except the butter (no need for that, of course). There was much singing, shouting, and eating all the way up. Seniors were on K. P. for all the meals. There was a regular mob scene three times a day. Poor Seniors — no rest for the weary. Lots of snow, fine toboggan slides, wonderful skiing and sleigh- ing in the moonlight. Weary from each day’s excitement, at night all sal around the big open fire toasting marshmallows, and telling ghost stories. Real excitement one morning when Mary Grieve surprised us with the chicken pox. (Many attempts to get it, but wholly unsuccessful.) The third day came all too soon. There was a scramble for the sleighs and we were off for home. Back to the Hall again with only happy memories of their last trip to Pinecrest for the Seniors, and a new semester ahead for all of us. Champion Senior iPasifeet iPall tE eam Leonore Cain|)l)ell Forward Judy Browne Center Klipjenia Smith, Capt Forward Jeannette Harris Guard Zelrna IVtersen Guard The Seniors triumph over all — as is rigjhl and proper! As Frosh — they were completely crushed; as Sophomores, they wrested the title of champions, only to lose it again. Runners-up in the finals, when Juniors, they lost, finally winning the title in the Senior year. They fought a splendid game — well trained, after four years’ experience and are fit champions in every sense of the word. Sixty-seven JUNIOR TEAM Chandler (f) Muir (f) Thomas (f) Ilderton (c) Corheld (g) Remington, Cap’t (g) SOPHOMORE TEAM Bollerill (g) Mickelson (c) Hogle (g) Hardy (g) Smith (c) Cunningham (I) Allison, (iap’t (f) FRESHMAN TEAM (� rieve (g) Mc(!Iure (c) Thompson (f) Story (g) Dick. Cap’t (f) Sixiy-ripht (games n ' IHK FIRST game of the basketball tournament beginning February 3, was played between sister classes — Seniors vs. Sophies and Juniors vs. Fresh- men. All the classes fought splendidly, but the Seniors and Juniors came out wearing the crown of glory. The second day everyone was pepped up for a victorious name. The Seniors played against the Frosh, and Juniors against the Sophies. The Frosh, although defeated, played a fine game and the Seniors appreciate their fine sportsmanship. Who says we’re not proud of our sister class, the Sophies, when they defeated our old rivals, the Juniors. The Juniors and Sophies played again the next day, and the Juniors came out on top. Never mind, Sophies, we’re with you. Then came the final game between the age-old rivals — the Juniors and Seniors. A dinner was given at Rowland Hall for the teams of both classes. The tables were decorated in class colors, and for the last time before the great struggle the oppos- ing teams danced together. The hour arrived, and every one was in a heat of excite- ment. Amid much laughter and screaming the game progressed miraculously and rapidly. Of course, it would only be natural for the Seniors to live up to their old name of victors, and triumphantly carry the banner; and so they did. Jfaciiltp ( amc A week later came the great game between the Faculty, who know so much, and the poor Seniors. The Faculty entered the field dressed in their colors — black and blue. They wore blue waists and black trou.sers. They were certainly pre- pared for the strife, because the Juniors were there with first aid equipment. Really, the Seniors needed doctor’s care much worse than the Faculty. The great thrill came when the Faculty made their one and only basket, making the score 2 to 46. For days after the game the Seniors were going around with black eyes, sprained fingers, and swollen nose.s. Cf)c Crimson Ivimblrr VIRGINIA REA We are very proud to announce that Virginia Rea, one of our Juniors, has won the medal for the Inter-mountain States Championship for fancy diving. This is the third time Virginia has won this honor. We all give her our sincerest hope for future years. Seventy ociet| TEA TAITLE Have you heard that two of our most popular girls are joining the influx into Europe immediately after graduation? We predict nothing less than Dukes for both of them tho’ to all appearances one is leaving her heart in the good old U. S. A., judging by all the diamonds and pearls we saw glittering on her uniform. How- ever, our other two “traveled ones,” both the one still abroad and the one at home, seem to be behaving themselves, so we’ll hope for the best and wish them ‘ bon voyage.” OH “JIiVIJVIlNEE” One of our teachers has been acting sus- piciously ever since she got home, getting her tongue all twisted up and staring dreamily out of the window dur- ing odd moments. As she is about the most popular at school, we sincerely hope that she won’t go the way her lovely pre- decessor did — that is, not soon. « « « HALLOWE’EN FESTIVITIES Rowland Hall’s long list of holiday fes- tivities commenced this year with the Hal- lowe’en performances of the different classes. All the stunts were amusing and original and carried out to perfection the spirit of Hallowe’en. The coveted banner was awarded to the Junior Class. ♦ ♦ BAZAAR AND CARD PARTY A bazaar and card party was given by the school during the Thanksgiving holi- days to raise money for the cement tennis court and skating rink. The school build- ing was gaily decorated with holiday col- ors and each class strove to outdo the others in the beauty and originality of their separate booths. This was one of the most successful of the many activities sponsored by the Athletic Association. ♦ � LUNCHEON DURING HOLIDAYS Miss Elizabeth Brown and her mother, Mrs. R. K. Brown, entertained the teach- ers and girls of the Senior class at luncheon at the University Club during the Christ- mas holidays. The table was charmingly decorated with poinsettas and carried out a holiday design. Covers were laid for twenty-two. BRIDGE LUNCHEON AT BELVEDERE The Misses Eugenia Smith, Mary Jo Stoner, and Geraldine Truitt entertained at luncheon in the Belvedere lounge in March for the teachers and senior class. Luncheon was served at small tables and the afternoon was spent at bridge. The girls were assisted in receiving by Mrs. E. H. Smith and Mrs. C. F. Stoner. EASTER-EGG HUNT The entire school this year participated in the Easter-egg hunt which was first held by the girls of the lower school last year. Booths were held by the various classes and novelty Easter games lent a carnival air to the entertainment. ♦ ♦ CHOIR BREAKFAST The Annual Choir Breakfast was held at Rowland Hall following the early morn- ing service at St. Marks Cathedral Easter morning. The tables were placed in the form of a cross and carried out a spring and Easter design in decoration. Songs were sung at the table, including the Row- land Hall school song, and altogether the event lacked only Miss Macdonald’s pres- ence to make it complete. SENIOR CARD PARTY The Senior class entertained mothers and friends at a bridge tea late in April. The Senior annex was gay with spring flowers and the girls presented a pretty array of young hostesses. Tea was served in the afternoon. ♦ COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOW BEFORE The last weeks of May and first of June are filled with a bewildering assortment of gay parties. As this book goes to press we are anticipating the inter-class parties and lastly the Junior-Senior reception, and the Senior Breakfast, which are held at Rowland Hall during the first week in June. The -Seniors, in whose honor many of the events are given, look forward to these last few we eks as the happiest and busiest in their school careers, though overshadowed by the thought of the coming parting from their Alma Mater. Seventy-two Alumnae Jgotes! K. H. GIRLS POPULAR AT “U”. rhe University of Utah should certain- ly thank Rowland Hall for the charmin co-eds we have contributed to their ranks, espectially in the last two or three years: Evelyn Reeves, Dorothy Hamilton, Dor- othy Welch, Louise Cline, Helen Leather, Hanna Ruth Cohen, Dixie Doolittle, Dor- othy Hyslop and Margaret Moran, com- prise a represeiitation any school would he proud to send to the halls of higher learning. « « « GIRLS AT SCHOOL Miss Marian Story is now at Vassar after spending a year at Miss Madiera’s school in Washington, D. C. Her younger sister, Elorence, is in her Junior year at the Bish op’s school. La Jolla, California, and is also preparing for Vassar. Miss Enid Wall, of ’24, and our first student-body president, is attending South- ern Branch, Los Angeles, Calif. Henrietta Coeltz is attending Lassell Seminary, out of Boston, Mass. Hildegarde Thompson is now at a girl’s finishing school. Low and Heywood, Stam- ford, Conn. GIRL RENOUNCES GRADUATION FOR MATRIMONY The class of ’25, which gasped so when Mary Jane Garnett (now Mrs. Philip Marstella) turned her hack on graduation for a mere husband, should see Mrs. Mar- stella’s hahy daughter, Barbara. Mary Jane is again living in Salt Lake and travels with the young married set to which she now l e longs. « « � GIRL THROWN FROM HORSE RECOVERING Dorothy Welch of ’24 is now well on her way to convalescence following a se- vere concussion when she was violently thrown from her horse early in April. Dur- ing the ten days when Dorothy was com- pletely unconscious, Rowland Hall held its breath in torturing suspense. Now that we know that she has received no perma- nent injury we must l eg her not to give us such a fright again. « « « GIRL STUDYING IN EUROPE Miss Betty Daly has been studying at the University of Paris since last Septem- l er. Betty has received great encourage- ment and will probably remain another year before entering the field of commer- cial art. SeventV ' three CTlir ' «L V!!ii ' !M Ivimblrr V h ■ i i : rl r ' A L it U €tients( of a J appp |?ear from a Senior Biarp Prelude: September ninth was a bright and happy day, As schoolward we sped along the broad highway. All the roads, one and all Led to our own, dear Rowland Hall. 1st Week — As usual, programs. Poor Miss Macdonald, will she ever get them straightened out, so they will stay put. After a few strug- gles, things start. 2nd Week — The Seniors show their superi- ority over the Freshmen by showing them the proper way to eat food in the Art Room. 3rd Week — Mr. Gilbert demonstrated the Ampico to us. F xcitement was added by hav- ing us guess which was man, which was piano. The botany class procured magnifying glasses, test tubes and collected some brains for an out- ing to study nature at its best. 4th Week — A. A. meetings were sprinkled around resulting in a big hike for the new girls. The Seniors are encouraging all ring agents. 5th Week — Mrs. Trask starts out by giving the Virgil classes lectures on being ourselves, Seniors all come to the decision that they are extraordinary. 6th Week — A wonderful trip to Timpanogos, with a great chance for reducing. Nice exams to pep us up a bit. 7th Week — Mrs. Hobson sings for us. A Mr. Addison gave us a very detailed lecture on a picture by Titian, mentioning that all questions would be willing answered. Another fabulous rummage sale. 8th Week — We saw the Portia Mansfield Dancers and have given up hopes as to our terp- sichorian prowess. Practices for Hallowe’en stunts. Seniors decide on theirs five minutes be- forehand. 9th Week — Our first Musical Arts number — Zimbalist. Hurray! Winter is here. Can spring be far behind? The Junior and Senior gym classes see exhibit. lOth Week — Botany classes crush poor inno- cent root hairs and cause all their proto-plasm to float out. Illh Week — Spent all our waking hours Ba- zaaring. Student Prince. We are all indulging in pickles — In love? Oh. no! ■,4 Seventy-lour ri EVENTS OF A HAPPY YEAR, FROM A SENIOR DIARY— (Continued) 12lii Week — Bazaar takes place with keen success. 1 3th Week — The boarders begin to carry fire extinguishers. Diimh Days. Wish Christmas would hurry. 14th Week — Choir practices every day. We get worse and worse. Elizabeth Brown’s luncheon. 15th Week — Last week of school before Christ- mas. Much excitement. Pageant practices. Stu- dents become shepherds overnight. Candle and Carol Service splendid success. CHRISTMAS VACATION ! ! 16th Week — Reunions. Haven’t seen each other for weeks. Seniors move to the corner house and become Atlases and moving vans over night. 17th Week — We are beginning to use the skating pond. At last it has condescended to freeze. Term papers due — We are due for a night’s work. 18th Week — We try to absorb all forgotten lore for exams. “Heu-Virgil.” 19th Week — Exams five days in succession. The reaction was so great, we all had our hair cut off. 2()th Week — Pinecrest. It need not be de- scribed. More fun than a bucket of angle worms. Skiied, coasted and everything imaginable, with no casualties except that Mary Grieve got the chicken pox. Basketball results: Seniors over Sophs. Juniors over Frosh. Seniors over Frosh. So[)hs over Juniors Juniors over Sophs. Juniors vs. Seniors. Seniors — Hurrah ! 21st Week — B. B. practice almost too much for the Faculty. Poor dears. 22nd Week — Ash Wednesday. Holiday. Choir sings at St. Marks. Jo, Gerry, and 1 give a bridge luncheon at the Belvedere. 23rd Week — Rambler Art plates sent in, thank !-(-!-?) Washington’s birthday and no holiday — Washington was a hard-working man. G Seventy-five EVENTS OF A HAPPY YEAH, FROM A SENIOR DIARY— (Continued ) 21th Week — Summer uniforms in vogue. Gerry’s and my birthday, hut they see no occa- sion for a holiday. 25lh Week — f veryone has an acute case of spring fever. Botany class tears out to Miller’s Floral Co. to study flowers. Judy’s car gets stuck on the way. All return with a rose in hand. 26th Week — French lecture at the “U”. We were there in body but not in spirit. The Wearin’ 0’ the Green. 27th Week — llsual gym exhibition very ex- cellent. SPRING VACATION. 28th Week — Back again and on the home stretch. Many April showers. Pearly service at the church on Easter Morning. Very beauti- ful. Easter breakfast. Last one for us. How we’ll miss them. 29th Week — Tennis Tournaments. West- minster beats us. We’ll get them yet. We are all deep brunettes from the influence of the sun. 30th Week — Flowers that bloom in the spring, Tra-La-La. Seniors rather panic strick- en, about a hundred lines a day. You know what we mean. 31st Week — Juniors have nearly fini.shed memorizing Hamlet. Hope they get some go od out of it some day. 32nd Week — Ah, Ha! Senior play. Lasl- rninute rehearsals and stage setting ru.sh. Very good. 33rd Week — Everyone beginning to learn the year’s lessons again. Exams soon. 31th Week — Senior Review. l arlies — W ' e don’t plan on going to l ed all this week or next. Term papers. Would that we could de- part in peace (not pieces). 3Slh Week — Senior Exams. No more study- ing. M’Gosh! Are we through? 36th Week — Seniors have their plans. Jun- ior play and take-off. The Prom — and all its thrills. Seniors graduate and are alumnae ’26 of dear, old F owland Hall. (Signed) SliKKNiE Smith. Oh, here’s lo the iianie of Howland Hall. (keat school of ihe j ;olden west. Of all the schools in our mighty land, Thou are the first and best. We’ll ne’er forget what thou has taught. Of honor, truth and right; Hut fondly hail thy glorious flag — • The crimson and the white. 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. 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 lo our Rowland Hall. Seventy-seven Sevcnly-eight I Wi)t Jfme rtsi Sint IHK Musical Arts Society presented a delightful program which included Efrem Zimhalist, violinist; Anna Case, soprano; Ignace Jan l iderewski, pianist; the Little Symphony Orchestra with George Harrere, conductor, and I.awrence Strauss, tenor. The music lovers of Rowland Hall had the delightful pleasure of meeting Mr. Zimhalist at a reception given at Mrs. Hogle’s home. They found him very charm- ing, and especially enjoyed his recital the following evening. The fascinating soprano, Anna Case, gave her recital in the West High School auditorium. She has a very charming personality and her voice held the audience spellbound. Lawrence Strauss, the famous American tenor, was received with much enthu- siasm by the members of the Musical Arts Society. He had a splendid voice which immediately captured his audience and held them inspired throughout his entire recital. The Little Symphony Orchestra, which consisted of thirteen artists, conducted by George Barrere, met with a very cordial reception by all the musically inclined. This small organization possess all the qualities of the full orchestra, and at the same time a sweetness which is lost in the larger combination. Obviously, Paderewski was the outstanding figure in the |)rogram offered this year. His was a triumph of art. His graciousness encouraged the throngs of |)eoj)le and they encored him unceasingly. l ccitals HIS year has been an extremely busy and interesting one for the Music Department. Aside from the large recitals which have been given, the music |)upils have enjoyed several interesting normal classes and closed recitals. On December 17, a very lovely Christmas program was presented by the School of Music. Half the program was a recital by the advanced pupils and the rest a lovely CJiristmas Cantata by the lower school. On March 1, the Junior recital was given, at which the pupils of Miss Kanlder played, including her vocal students; violin students of Mr. Skelton and piano students of Miss Joyce Townsend. Helen Keyser and Alice Thomas gave a recital on April 16. The program con- sisted of some very lovely pieces. April 16, a program was given at the Ladies’ Literary Club. Here a few of the advanced piano students played and the Rowland Hall Choir and Junior Choir sang Easter music. May 26, Joyce Townsend gave her graduation recital. June ,1, Senior piano recital. • Eighty-one iiii rnii ' -o,: iviiuliK ' i; ropfjecp HERE is nothing more at sea than an American, particularly one of my own caliber in a foreign country, and of all countries, Egypt. An uncon- querable loneliness and a feeling of the inevitable irony of life permeates the wanderer’s soul, and he wonders why in the deuce he came to Egypt, anyway. The incurable romanticist is completely at sea in any but his own particu- lar brand of romanticism; and my heart you remember, was heavy. Dejected and disgusted at the turn which the Fates had handed me, I sought consolation and diver- sion in the hope of knowing how the companions of my early youth fared on the stormy sea of life. I did not know whether I anticipated laughter or tears and I haven’t decided yet which I succumbed to. After all, what does Life call fortii . ' Well — The sign in front of which I stopped read Zharid el Hassen. El Rahmed. I did not then know what this meant, nor have I ever found out. Obsequiously, he orated, “1 understand and furthermore I know.” 1 had no doubt of his integrity. Funny how one believes some people as implicitly as one doubts others. “Your friend. Mile. Walsh? She wanted to become an artist, and she has — After all, what is real ‘art.’ Who can say this one is an artist, this one is not. If material success and a contented life denote art, then surely Eleanor has always been artistic. “An optimistic, mirthful, and sympathetic soul has found its medium for ex- pression in the voice of your youthful friend, Jane Woods. When has the world not appreciated a rosy nature, and a smiling temperament. These are the props of the world. “The force of an unconquerable spirit gains recognition from the fates them- selves! Whether she had been unknown to the world or the first lady of the land, Geraldine Truitt still indomitable would never succurnh to, but triumph tiver, circumstances. “Aloof from the tangible, sympathetic, interested, but perhaps a little cvnical, stands Jeannette Harris. “The translucence of a bubble reflects its vari-colored lights in the moods of Mary Josephine, each different, colorful, effervescent. Her soul is a prism well adapted to the reflection of those joyous lights which illuminate a happv home. “The willingness to shoulder the responsibilities of life to accept it and to por- tray it, in all its glory and monotony, is made evident in the immortal paintings and portraits of the renowned artist — Eugenia Smith. “Now we jump from the immortal to the practical. Bewildered hut not beaten by anything that life has done to her, Elizabeth Brown stands unconquered and mis- tress of a wonderfully happy household. “Isn’t it always true, my friend, that wherever we may l e, woman’s true nature asserts itself? Marianna Luff always has and always will hold herself worthy of the best that life can offer her. Her innate self-respect which has led to a promi Eighty-two nenl social posilioii connnands ihc admiration and respect of others, which is a tiling not to he sneezed at! “Over there, my friend, beyond the horizon of the setting sun, in mists and queer little purple shadows, 1 see a woman who has never been known to make a mistake. Zelma Petersen stands capable, full of industry and initiative, and head of a splen- did welfare organization. What grief we might all spare ourselves if we would only take more time to consider things. “Some women, paradoxical as it may sound, have the unusual faculty of knowing their own minds. Such a woman is the deep and subtle Leonore Campbell. I’he influence of her salon has reached even here — in Egypt. She is very much like a cameo — if you understand what we mean. “Dorothy Lyman — such women are the spice of life! One never knows them. She has not let her unselfish mission to others submerge and warp her other side. She is, as one might say, versatile in mind. “Acquiescence, and the needed support of our plans, so necessary to the initia- live geniuses in life, is the keynote of the success of Margery Sawyer. None of the world peace plans, whic h have been entrusled to her, have ever gone awry, through a meddlesome or petty character. “No mere man can claim the monopoly of sportsmanship so long as Mary Thompson exists. Like the spirited horse she leads continually to victory in the nation’s Derbys — she is a thoroughbred through and through.” The mist fades — 1 am alone. I have seen the fates of others and my own seems morbidly mundane. Yet after all who of these could have the power to learn of the fortunes of their companions, and who of these would have the idiocy to name ner fertile imagination Zharid el Hassen? — Juliet Btowne. In this hook of learning. The pages you are turning Wisdom hold a plenty For the cultured cognoscenti. But of fooli.shness there isn’t near enough. When the leaves and worms are turning. And ihe turtle dove is yearning And the camp fires bright are burning. Think of me! — Jay Harris. ;.C ' A Eighty ' th ' er JIabe |9ou €ber ? Have you ever wished to tell someone the secrets of your heart? Have you ever had a secret that you felt you must confide? When alas, your dearest friend and you were much too far apart. And your secret was, oh — far too wonderful for you to hide? When the birds were singing it from every bush and field and tree, And the snow on mountains melted, as the warm sun smiled it down When the rosy clouds at sunrise blushed in sweet mysterious glee. Have you ever wished to shout your joy to all the wondering town? Or have you ever wished when you were just a little blue. For a friend who wouldn’t think your secret dreams ridiculous; A friend to tell your wildest hopes, your inmost fancies too? Then write them in a little |)oem, and sign, — Anonymous. I’ve tried and tried a poem to write, I sat up almost all last night. I could get so far, Just a line or two; And then I’d decide It wouldn’t do. Something about each classmate dear, The teachers kind — commencement near. The muse wouldn’t work, I nodded and slept; I had to give up. I had failed — but yet I want you to know that I wish for you. All that is pleasant, joyful and true. For Rowland Hall — Success and fame. For each of the girls I would wish the same. — Mary Jo Stoner. Eighty- jour r. r- f- ■ - 3R. JlaU of jFame Eifihty-fivv iTlir vfi iinfjiiii Ivimlilrr i V ■ jgot a oem but a iSigbtmare, Cntitleb ‘‘Jfactg about tbe Jfacultp” I dreamed a dream — a n’awful dream, that filled me with affright; Twas the sort of dream that makes one fear to go to bed at night. I dreamed 1 was in Rowland Hall, in corridors all bare. Deep silence and composure hung around me in the air. The atmosphere was hushed and chill with reverential gloom, An air that might have brooded o’er the ancient King Tut tomb; When out of darkness came a voice, in accents loud and clear — “Why, welcome to old Rowland Hall, we are glad we’ve got you here.” ’Twas the voice of all the faculty, and I would have you know. That the first time that I heard that voice, it sounded queer and low ; But as I came to know the sound, and heard them one by one. They took away my appetite — I thought my end had come! Miss Alice B. Macdonald is the principal you know, Her voice is like the seasons — the sunshine and the snow; Miss Evans has a sterner voice and spoke in many a tongue, I thought she’d really finished when she’d only just begun. Miss Mulholland spoke “ze English” as perfect as could be, Ibit when I failed to do so, she sure got after me! 1 ■ Miss Smith she spoke that language — the language of the dead, ’Twas surely awfully difficult to get that through my head. Then there was Mrs. Sterling, who spoke in figures all the time. She asked “how many chickens I could purchase with a dime?” Mrs. Oakes and Mrs. Kirchner, with the Fourth and F ' ighth grade. Each talked a blue-streak, and in colors of every kind and shade. Miss Hoppaugh talked of trees and leaves — of flowers and of plants. Next year I guess she’ll talk of bugs and toads and possibly of ants. Miss Krall, with the First, Second and Third, in accents soft and low, .Spoke of the good foundations upon which the young must grow’. Miss Stevenson, like a drum major in a one-horse town band. Strutted out before my vision with a “dumbell” in each hand. Miss Springmaii s talking all w ' as done in colors that ran true. For if you have a talent she can talk it out of you. Eifihty’six Then there was Professor Skelton, a musician of wide fame. He talked upon the “fiddle” which left me free from pain. And close beside him — Miss Faulder of famous London City, She spoke upon the piano — played jazz and sang a ditty. Deaconess Propper she spoke of poplin, thread and sweet pink pills. She’s a wonder with the needle and can cure you of all your ills. And Rev. Hoyt Henriques, a clergyman you know, He spoke the Bible language and pointed out the way to go. And while this noble band passed by me, I saw them in my dream. So 1 held my breath and quivered — I couldn’t even scream. “They’ve got me, yes, they’ve got me,” I shouted out in fear, A voice replied, “Shut up, you’re dreaming; don’t make that noise in here!” — Anon. Jfricnblp arben Sunbeams dancing on a garden wall — Hollyh ocks short and hollyhocks tall. Roses red, and violets, too, Peeping from leaves and smiling at you. Mignonette sweet, and pansies rare Perfume the soft, warm summer air. That tall, straight sunflower, with stately grace Rivals the sun’s broad yellow face. The bluel ells lower their golden eyes. For their lovely blueness matches the skies. When a merry, playful breeze goes by They laugh together, and riod, and sigh For this friendly garden with crumbling wall Is a summer friend, and welcomes us all. — Ecila. Eighty -seven Ci)tna Coton Arriving at the Palace Hotel in San Francisco, we engaged rooms for two weeks and immediately left for “China Town” — how the name thrills! It was about nine o’clock when, under the dim light of a ridiculous little street lamp, we hailed an old cab. Upon our arrival at the bridge we left the carriage and engaged a guide. We had alwa ys heard that China Town was much more fascinating and dan- gerous at night than in day, so naturally we chose to take the guide with us. Descending a narrow and filthy street we passed several little Chinese shops, going directly as our guide informed us to the famous “White Dog” shop. Upon our entrance we were momentarily confused by the darkness. As we became accus- tomed to the dim lights, we were able to distinguish very different Oriental objects. Fascinating lanterns were placed in various corners of the room throwing fantastic shadows upon the already odd objects. Through the haze of blue smoke, caused by the burning of ten or twelve different, incenses, the odors of which came to us in sickening succession, 1 was able to distinguish the evil face of a huge smiling bud- dah. Around the wall were small tables arranged against the vivid draperies, upon which were t he thousand and one Chinese trinkets, daggers, fish, birds, buddahs, and many other indescribable novelties which appeal to the morbid fancy. Squatted at the foot of the huge ivory image was a fat Chinaman, who, rubbing his stomach in appreciation for that last meal of dirty rice, was watching us narrowly. The mysterious air of the place was heightened by the mute attitude of the Oriental who motioned us to a small table about four inches high covered with inedible rice and cups of vile tea. Here we made a poor attempt at eating, finally giving it up entirely. As we were about to leave, after having fingered and purchased some of the Oriental toys, we noticed the old man was stationed in the door and as each one of us passed through the portal, his pudgy hand, covered with rings of heavy jewelry and inch long nails, was thrust forward in a clam-like gesture. With the Chink’s peedy “tanky” ringing in our ears we went out into the streets with the uncanny feeling of not having seen the real life of this supposed opium den. Much of the enthusiasm was taken from us as we passed down the street peak- ing into every little shop, only to see the inquisitive Chinks rush to their resting places before the great God of China. Returning to the hotel, tired and disgusted, we vowed we would never return. However, the next night we visited it again, only to find it just the same, only to swear we would never go again, but the charm of the Orient was in our veins, pulsing through our bodies like the slow rythmical beat of the tom-tom. Again and again we visited China Town, finding it more fascinating after each visit. And now that we are home, the lure of the far Orient is stronger than our better judgment. So before another spring has passed we sail for the land of our dreams to try to satisfy that terrific appetite of that ever-lningry monster, China! — Milene Muir. Eighty-eight I dramatics; ' ,, I ' : dU |Be!)inb a l atteau icture KXFXLITIVE STAFF Scenery — Eugenia Smith Costumes Eleanor Walsh Assisted by HOWf.ANI) IIAI.L ART i)KPAKTMi:NT Under Direction of Martha Springman Stage Manager — Zelma IVterseu Properties Dorothy Lyman So|)homore Pages Susan Smiih, Frances Porter OKCHKSTKA Piano May Faulder SCKNK 1 A U atteau Picture SCENE II A Garden SCENE III A Watteau Picture k I r Ninety DRAMATIS PERSONAE A Museum Guide Margery Sawver A Walteau Marquise Juliet Browue A Walteau Marquis Mary Jo Stoner A Walteau Poet Zelma Petersen The Melancholy Pierrot Jeannette Harris 1 1 a r 1 eq u i n Gera I d i ne Truitt (]()lund)ine Marianna l uff A Eat Pierrot Jane Woods First ( hiiiese Lantern Bearer Mary Thompson Second Ghinese Lantern Bearer Leonore Campbell Third Chinese Lantern Bearer Helene Harmston Fourth Chinese Lantern Bearer Eleanor Walsh First Hindoo Grave Digger Dorothy Lyman Second Hindoo Grave Digger Eugenia Smith J ' hird Hindoo Grave Digger - Margery Sawyer Fourth Hindoo Grave Digger - Elizabeth Brown i inety-(fnr l etierie on ©es ks; I wonder if in future years when wise men old and gray are seeking for some knowledge of our time, they’ll find the relics of our desks? Will they try to read the blackened words carved so deeply in the wood? Will they wonder at the mean- ing of the scrawls? Will they gain from these queer signs written on desks and walls, the names of our life and customs of this time? Do you think they will know the tale each desk could tell, if the wood might only speak? Will they call these marks and signs twentieth century hieroglyphics? Will they he able to deci- pher them well enough, to learn the tragic tale inscribed thereon by a wretched Caesar student? Will it be possible to know that many of the queer marks and figures were created during a Fbble class? Or, on seeing a large, dark blotch will they divine what happened as punishment to the spiller of the ink? Will they read in the frantic dashes made by a quickly descending pen, the joy which it por- trayed when a holiday was proclaimed, or know what agony, or glee was carved while exemptions were being announced? Do you think they’ll guess that some faces were drawn by aspiring art students? How can they know that when two names are frequently found together they denote crush and crushee, or, names of youthful lovers whose dreams and plans must fade all too soon? No, this will not happen. No matter how old or how wise they may be, There are many things they will never see. l or too many years have piled up in the past. And names have been written which did not last. Too many and dear, are the tales written there. So, if you wish a secret to share. And to give it to one, who to tell, would not dare, Then confide in your desk, for it will be mum — d ' hank heavens, O Desk, that your wood is so dumb. : — Alice Thomas. Niucly-iwo Have you an opening for a l)righl energetic college graduate? Yes, and don’t slani it as you go out. Miss hva?Ks: What are you doing, copying her paper? f Student: No, Miss Lvans, I am just seeing whether she has copied mine cor- rectly. Alice Dick: 1 would like to see a pair of shoes that would fit my feet. Salesman: So would I. Sincty-thrcc Jokes Kay Hardy: I want niy hair cut. Barber: Any particular way? KayH: Yes,, off. IVliss Faulder: Why aren’t you practicing your piece, Alice? Alice: I’ve been practicing all the time. There are rests in this inarch and 1 am practicing them over and over until 1 know ' them perfectly. F dna Grieve: Did your watch stop when you dropped it on the floor? Alberta Jameison: Sure, did you think it would go through? Absent Minded. Judy: Meet me at the library at seven tonight. Jo: All right, what time will you he there? Marjorie Tem[)leman: I wish 1 had 50 cents. Mary Grieve: There are two quarters on your bed. Marj. T. : Yes, hut those are my sleeping ipiar- ters. Freshie (going in fish store): Say, have you any dry herring? Store Keeper: Yes, Madam. Freshie: Then give them a drink. With graceful feet a maiden sweet. Was trip|)ing the light fantastic; When she suddenly tore for the dressing -room door — You never can trust elastic. Miss Mulholland: 1 told you to bring a note hook to class. Jeannette: I don’t need one, I use my head. Miss M.: 1 didn’t say to bring a blank hook. Marjorie Belle to Joyce: I’ve been practicing “Forty Days and Forty Nights!” Betty B. : There was an accident in my room last night. I l)roke through the mattress and fell into the S|)ring. New Girl: Shall 1 mark time with my feet. Miss Stevenson? Miss Stevenson: Did you ever hear of marking lime with your hands? New G. : I understand clocks do. F ' lip: My brother takes up Spanish, FVench, Hebrew, Italian, (rerman. Flap: Really? Where does he study? Flip: He doesn’t, he runs an elevator. iMncty-foiir 3fofees Jane: 1 see you have a stiff finger. What seems to be wrong with it? Judy: I can’t bend it. Dot Lyman: There’s one consolation in being bow-legged. Virginia: What’s that? Dot. L. : No one will ever accuse you of being knock-kneed. Miss Hoppaugh: Where was the Declaration of Independence signed? Elizabeth: At the bottom. Freshie: Say, teacher, how long could 1 live without brains? Miss Mulholland: That remains to be seen. Marjorie Bell (entering cafeteria) : Have you any animal crackers, Mrs. Hea? Mrs. Rea: No, but we have some nice dog biscuits. Miss Smith: Every time you fail to recite I put a cross after your name. Sheenie: My name must look like a graveyard. 4. Mother: My dear, I won’t have you constantly at the bottom of your class. Sophie: I can’t see what difference it makes, mother; they teach tlu ' same at both ends. Virginia Rea (gym eiithusiast) ; Oh! Open the window, 1 want to throw my chest out. Telegram to friend: Washout on Line: Cannot come. Reply: Come anyway; borrow a shirt. It’s going to be a long, long journey, said the keeper, giving a handful of hay to a giraffe. Joyce (coming in dining room one day, finds a man wandering about) : Is there something I can do for you, sir? Man: 1 am here to see about bugs and insects. Joyce: Just a minute and I will find some one who knows more about it. (She comes up to second floor and sees Mrs. Rea.) Joyce: Oh; Mrs. Rea. there’s a man down to see about some bugs and insects, and you are the only one I can find. Bright Remarks of Eighth Grade Miss Hoppaugh: Who led Lewis and Clark over the Mountains? Virginia Newby: Pocohontas. Silent Sufferers Customer: Do you really think sardines are healthy? (Grocer: Well, Madam, I never heard them complain. i in€lysix Sfofees; Laziness Here’s a who drinks Sail Water with her meals so she won’t have to season her food. Your name is Mud hissed the rain drops to the dust. Sophie : Have you graded my paper yet? teacher: Why, no. Sophie; Well, when you get to mine, it’s not justice I want, it’s mercy. Athletic: I have a chance for the tennis tournament. Palheletics: Are they going to raffle it off? A few months ago some one told one of the girls she had a nice profile, and she has been livin g sideways ever since. Mamma, said the small girl, where’s the listerine? What do vou want it for? Well, there’s a little black aiul white animal in the back vard and I think its got halitosis. Oeaconness: I’ve given these pills to my friends for five years and not a complaint. What does that prove? Pupil; It proves that dead men tell no lies. • — Miss Hoppaugh (to bright pupil ) ; Is the world round or flat? Pupil; Neither, Miss Hoppaugh. Teacher; Then what is it? Pupil; It’s crooked. Miss Evans; Do you play golf. Miss Springman; Not well enough to be the president’s secretary. Miss Hoppaugh; What is another branch of agriculture, Gerry? (fCrry Hosmer; Fishing? Miss Smith (beginning Caesar Class); Tomorrow we will take the Life of Caesar. C.ome prepared. Student; My roomie and I can’t agree; every time 1 raise a window she pulls it down. Mrs. Kea; T(K) bad. 1 guess I’ll have to move you two in the front room; there are two windows there. A young lady entered a street car, with a pair of skates on her shoulder. An elderly man arose to give her his seat. Thank you, very much, sir,” she said, “but I’ve been skating all afternoon and 1 am tired of sitting down.” Ninety-seven Jokes; IVIodest Jeannette Harris: I would, sir, l)iil I am afraid the tliinjjjs I have wouldn’t fit him. Preshie: Do you allow dogs in this ear? Conductor: Just sit down in the corner and nobody will notice you. High School is a detour of four years, with an indefinite goal. Margery Sawyer: My, what a lot of dirt on your face. Alice: I know, hut don’t rub it in. You can always tell a Senior, She’s so sedately dressed; You can always tell a Junior, Ry the way she swells her ch( si. You can always tell a Freshman. Hv her timid looks and such; You can always tell a Sophomore FJut you can’t tell her much. Miss Mac. (to maid): Ethel, will that |)ie be long? Ethel: No ma’am, it will be round in a minute. Dot Va!i Dyke: That horrid boy even hinled that I am indebted lo the druggist for my complexion. Susie Harris: The mean thing, 1 know ' positively well that you always |)ay cash. pano os A’c.” Miss Evans: Every step 1 took forward. 1 slid four steps backward. Miss F ' aulder. How did you finally get up the hill? Miss Evans: I took one step forward and turned around (juickly and slid back- ward up the hill. “ODE TO A FRESHMAN” Mirth irrepressible gleams in your eye, Those tender young lips have ne’er known a sigh; Rut when you are old, dear. Laughter will die — When you’re a Senior You will know how to cry. — Jay . Mnfiy-eight My shi|) is launched, my voyage begun, upon the sea of life. It ' s drifted on ihrougli many calms, through many storms and strife. The sails of my ship are ambition caught by winds treacherous and true. 1 ' he crew of my shij) are my friends. Friends like you. I am ihe captain of the craft, I hold the guiding rod. I shall reach my port at last, for my Figurehead is Cod. — Alia Dick, A thought, a word, and a flower, So much in the life of today; Hut tomorrow comes with its own full hour, And the past has faded away. Ninety-nine WW l ouliJ J appni 3f 7 Tiny Story wert ever on time, Margery Sawyer stopped giggling. Miss Evans should ever hear the hell, Jeannette’s great-grandmother ever died, Or Mrs. Sterling didn’t make an announcemenl. If Zelma lost ten pounds, Rowland Hall girls ever paid their dues, Frances Porter would have her hair cut. Miss Macdonald didn’t concentrate, Frances Ilderton didn’t keep us posted, Mrs. Maupin didn’t keep one eye on Betty B, and one on Sheenie, Miss Hoppaugh couldn’t drape herself around the back of her chair, Lizzy didn’t have her lessons, Marianna didn’t have her Billy, Miss Mulholland forgot to give us memory work, The Seniors didn’t kick. The Sophies weren’t so slick. The Juniors didn’t stick. The Freshies weren’t so thick. — D. L. and G. T. Senior picnic Gee! I’m ‘ ' V . T.”, cried the hungry boarder. So she rang the Caniphrll and all the picnicers came out of the Woods ready for the feast. ' ‘ ‘Sawyer self a piece of bread,” said Lizzie, and proceeded to Brown hers, while Juliet hers all in a moulhful. ' Stoner, Stoner, ' cried the girls, and be Marianna for I Lujj this life! How Trwt is, hubby,” she replied, and they began to Walsh around the arena. All of a sudden Petersen strode in upon them madly looking for the black-S n V i. “You, LymanJ they cried, and he replied. “Don’t Harris me so, leave me alone and I’ll go.” — Judy Browne. J abe |9ou €bcr J|earb tljesie of OTisibom before “Girls — you must learn your lines — that’s all there is to it.” “So much for that.” “Has the first bell rung yet?” “May I take charge of the meeting, Gerry?” “I have an announcement to make to the Geometry class.” “Jetez, pointez — slower, Joyce, please.” “I want no talking in this study hall — Silence.” “Girls, I know you’re getting lessons for other classes in here- now 1 shall ask questions.” “I just had Spanish before this class, and I’m all mixed up.” — Judy B. (hie 1 1 unit red i ' ! i i 1 M ! . I i 1 ! ( ' ’ 1 One Hundred One Tilt c, iHiibon iviiublri tEije €be of tfje Senior Jfinalsi “Ijusgottapassisexani, Ijusgottapassu tomorrowmuhdeah I jusgolla.” “Yeah 1 gottapassuttoo. Saywhassa bigideaniakunusstudyallatirne.” “Atswat 1 alwayssay. Zisskirltoo short?” “Sayhones I gottaw ritealetta lemmesee now wassisaddressanahow ?” “Whozapresidentaflah MacKinleyhuh?” “Saylemmeinonis 1 gottapassiexam.” “ 1 j ustcantseemaconcentrate ! ” “Saylgottacakeininaroonicomeoninan Igiveyuhsoineuvil.” Sound of dropping hooks and hurrying feel. — Meanmaroomate. FAMOUS BELLS Fire s on her fingers . Dinner Church Rising Nell’s Dunih FAMOUS COLDS Awful Radiator Shower Look Cash Shoulder Hands! Smpreggion in a ea As I picked up the shell and put it to inv ear, I lost consciousness as to iny where- abouts with the impression of that which 1 heard within the shell. An ocean, which ocean I do not know, was beating f uriously with rythmical haste upon the broken crags of a deserted shore. 1 closed my eyes, then I saw palm trees swaying in a gentle breeze, a slight stir among the bushes, perhaps an animal, it doesn’t matter; then the setting sun, who in giving life was life itself — slowly disappearing; then, against the sun, the outline of a richly-ladcn ship, which having seen everv clime and danger, was glad of the chance to be returning horjie. Then all was dark but not quiet, for the waves lapped and lashed more wildly than before at the offending and defenseless rocks. Their foam, white as snow, shone fantastically in the light of the golden moon. The rage of Neptune was being vent for some unfathomable cause. How wonderful it would be to spend a night there and how inspiring. I looked up and a chill ran through me, crawling slowly and painfully up and down my spine, for the room was dark and the sound of pelting rain pounding unceasingly u| 3 on the roof, came to my ears. —Milene [ ' tuir. One Hundred Two « t f.1 SUSANNA HARRIS Awarded Faeiilly Prize, June, 1925, as Representative Rowland Hall Girl ' i One Hundred Three (Bnx 3a}} i epertoire V I r r !+■ 1. ' ‘O, How I Miss You Fonight” — Home and mother. 2. “By the Light of the Stars” — After a visit to Miss Mac ' s office. 3. “Sleep! Sleep!” — On school mornings. 4. “June Night” — Commencement. 5. “I’ll See You In My Dreams” — Cae- ar. 6. “Little Blue-Eyed Sally” — Before basketball. 7. “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles” — In the swimming jiool. 8. “Moonlight and Roses” — Night of the Prom. 9. “Sad!” — The new girl. 10. “Who’s Sorry Now” — After exams. 11. “Doo, Walka Doo!” — The boarders after school each day. 12. “At Dawning!” — Writing a book-report early in the morning. 13. “That Lazy Waltz”— At Y. P. F. Miss Evans: Tiny, why are you always late to school? Tiny: Well, you see, I have to pass a sign on the way that says “School, Slow Down.” Zelma: Miss Mac. wants to see us at live-thirty. Helene: What about? Zelma: About five minutes. Freshy: Why didn’t you answer that last letter 1 sent you in vacation? Sophie: 1 didn’t get it. Freshy: You didn’t get it? Sophie: No, and besides, I don’t like some of the things you said. jane, allow me to present my room male. No, thanks, 1 have one already. It’s not Rowland Hall we love, its the principle of the thing. Cynthia: Aren ' t you nearly frozen, today? Irene: It was so cold this morning my exam was stiff. Popular Senior (on Friday morning of Prom week-end): Look me over and tell me 1 am beautiful, 1 can’t wash my face for three days. Gambler (at the races): Put all you havT on Buttercup. He’s the winning horse. Put all you have on Buttercup. Miss Mac. (in school room): Girls, please turn out the lights before you pass out. One Hundred Four €nb One Hundred Five utograpt)g in «-W ' ' -U.yi f ' lApCi — - ' -ZiO «;x- 0 JP l . W ' Mij o lJ � J A K y kJj One Hundred Six Ctic Crime utograptsi One Hundred Seven autograpt)£( Y One Hundred Eight ©ur bhertisers anb patrons! T he school and The Crimson Ram- bler Staff wish to express their sincere appreciation and thanks to those who have aided so generously in making possible the publishing of the 1926 Crimson Rambler. We the Staff feel greatly indebted to them and sincerely hope the school will patronize our advertisers upon every possible instance. One Hundred Mne ur Jf rtenbs anb atronb Allison, Dr. R. S. Maple Leaf Dairy American Linen Supply Co. Mitchell Van Storage Co. Armstrong-Engberg Wall Paper Co. Morrison, Merrill Lumber Co. Bascom, Mrs. F. S. Nibley, J. F Bennett Glass F aint Co. Jilood, Dr. Wilkie H. I’aris Co., The Botterill Auto Co. Pembroke Co. Butter-Krust Baking Co. I’olk. Keen, Photographer Classic Shop, The Kotisserie Inn Consolidated Music Co. Royal Flaking Co. (]ovey Investment Co. Rudine, Dr. Clifford Day lies- Beebe Music Co. I3eseret Book Store Drive- It- Yourself Co. Eastern and Western IJir. Co. of Utah Fells, Dr. H. B. Gift Sliop, The Glen F ros.-RoF)erts Piano Co. Gold Medal Dairy Hammond, Dr. K. F). Hillcrest Pharmacy Hunter-Thompson .Shoe ilo. Hygeia Ice Co. Independent Ice Co. Inlermountain Motion Picture Production Co. Jennings-Gottschall Engraving Co. Johnson, Mrs. Joy H. Keeley Ice Cream Co. Keilh-O’Brien Co. Kelly Co. Le (]ompte. Dr. Edward D. .Salt Lake Mattress Mfg. Co. Salt I ake Riding Academy .Salt I.,ake Transportation Co. .Sell raven, H. E. Shay’s Cafeteria Skaggs C.ash Stores Skelton, Geo. E. Utah Copper Co. Utah Flower laglil Co. Wagener, Miss Bertha Walker Electric Co. Walker’s Department Store Walsh News Co. Wasatch Electric Co. Wellington Auto Top Trimmin Western Fuel Co. Western Furniture ( ' o. Western F rinting Co. Woo I worth, F. W. Co. Yellow Cab Co. el ley, Mrs. W. E. One Hundred Ten MAPLE LEAF DAIRY MILK - CEEAM DELICIOUS— WHOLESOME Unexcelled for Eatnilv Use — Clarified — Pasteuriz ed i ew Modern Plant : 1067 SOUTH STATE ST. PHONE: HYLAND 107 DEPKNDAKLK SERVICE We Keeoniinend the Salt Lake Riding Academy for SADDLE HORSES Phone Hyland .SI 70 2080 E. 2Ist South St. KEEN POLK Official Photographer FOR Rowland Hall AND East Hi h School 223 Regent liuUding RHONE frJS. I6H4 Kelly Company STATIONERS PRINTERS BOOK BINDERS Society Stationery Engraved Cards 23 West First South Street W.ASATCH 4180-4181 iVIiss Krall: Have you heard the I)a o Song? Miss Stevenson: How do the words go? Miss Krall: Dago wild, simply wild over me. Here comes Mary Grieve. How do you know ? 1 ca : tell by her knees. One Hundred Eln Electric Servants in Your Home SAVE Time Labor Money We re proud lo he in a business that helps to free wonuuikind from the taskmaster ' of hard work. Utah Power Li ht Coo Efficient Public Service Walsh News Company John W. Walsh. Pres. Gen. Mgr. DEALKRS IN FULL LINE OF MA(;AZINKS, CANDIES, CIGARS Also All Necessaries that go lo Mike Up a First Class News Stand DRUGS - TOILET ARTICLES Main Office at Our Drug Store — Interurhan Station Salt Lake City, Utah ' ‘Where Quality and Price Are Dependable” 28-:Ul EAST BROADWA Lowest-In- The-City Prices. Always! TO THE GIRLS OE ROWLAND HALL ! T he PARIS CO. considers it a real privilege to serve the girls of Rowland Hall and strives to merit their patronage by always featuring the new things first at the lowest prices consistent with (juality and good business. To the Teachers. Students and Friends of Rowland Hall the Paris Co. Extends Its Sincere Best Wishes. Miss Macdonald: What instrument do you play. ' Miss Faulder: Who is talking? Miss Evans: The victrola. • Someone from the crowd: Nobody but us flies. One Hundred Twelve BUTTER =KEUST BREAD MADE BY THE BUTTER -KRUST BAKING CO. Before selecting the graduation gift for your dearest friend, see our new display of wonderful gifts that are different and reasonably priced. The Gift Shop 1 SO. MAIN ‘ WAS. 6154 ' Sleep on KBKHHARDT’S BED U’ ROSES NEVER-STKETCH MATTRESS Al Your Furniture Dealers’ Salt Lake Mattress Mf . Co. 535 West Broadway Eastern aed Western Studio, 403-4-5 Scott Building Lninnilber Gompany Orders Promptly Executed OF UTAH Office and Yard: iRisist IBertha ®agener 22,59 South Kifth East Plain and Decorated China “OA7v FOOT OH A MIIJJON CLASS DAYS Phone Hyland .592 Wednesday and Saturday Afternoons Sai f Lake City. IItaii Phone Was. 2940 The Wellington Auto Top Trimming Co. INDEPENDENT AUTO TOPS, CURTAINS, SEAT ICE CO. COVERS, GENERAL UPHOI..STERI 1 VG P. H. GOGGIN, Mgr. Tops KeMovered Same Day Received ll inter and Glass Inclosures 255 West South Temple Phone Wasatch 7446 Phone Was. 46.55 1.37-139-141 Motor Ave. Salt Lake City Dot Corfield: You have a basket-ball nose. •• M. Muir: Houzat? D. C. : It dribbles. Olive Wood: Why don’t you answer me? Anna May: I did shake my head. Olive Wood: Well. I can’t hear it rattle over here. One Hundred Thirteen V ICTOR VICTROLAS and RECORDS C. G. CONN Rand and Orchestra Instruments LKEDY Drummers ' Equipment Miss Smith: Margery, leave the room. M. Templeman: Where shall I leave it. Miss Smith. riial’s why it stretches, you diimhell. A step in time means your doit g the Charleston wrong. HYGEIA ICE COMPANY We serve this institution — why not let us serve your home Scored Ice Guarantees Full Weight Hy. 197— H y. 496 J. K. FREE, Mgr. miL T his season’s pat- terns are the most beautiful we have ever seen ; as you will agree when we show them to j u. Come in today. Depyendable service. Moderate prices. Here you find a .service that goes beyond the mere selling of Wall Paper and Draperies We Are Experienced Interior Decorators WE DO PICTURE ERAMINt; Armstrong-Engberg Company 29 W. 1ST SOIITH WASATCH .S2HI For list of successes see Geo. E. Skelton Violin Tuition :U)6 HOOPER BUILDING Wasatch 1480 Ihev tell me rubber tires. .STEINWAY WEBER LESTER KURTZMANN BRINKERHOFF and other Pianos DUO-ART Reproducing Piano ' HERE is one great inter-mountain in- ■ - stitution where anything in music can be procured. Superior Musical Service ’ FIRST OF ALL REUABIUTY CONSOLIDIYTED MUSIC COMPMiY « 117-119-121 Main St. One Hundred Fourteen DRUGS CANDIES HILLCREST PRESCRIPTIONS OUR ICE CREAM SPECIALTY 170 FIRST AVENUE The POPULAR DRUG Phone Was. 286.3 STORE W e Deliver COMPLIMENTS OF Botterill Automobile Company SAi;r l.AKK CITY, UTAH Jflahoff Above All Quality ( LASSie Shop 270 South Main SHAY’S 137 SOUTH MAIN Cafeteria Fountain Lunch Cabaret Senior: Aren’t the star numerous tonight? Susie Smith: 1 think the Charleston is terrible. Freshman: Yes, and aren’t there a lot of them? Betty Allison: 1 can’t learn it, either. An old matron is a young lady gone to waste. One Humlreil Fifteen Extension Y ards Supar House 2023 S. 11th h. 33r(l So. a.t 1st . Murray: W. 48th So. Lovendahl Bountiful Layton Midvale Riverton Park City Morrison-Merrill Co. Luambermee’’ TKLEPHONE SALT LAKE CITY, WASATCH 410 UTAH Lumber Doors Windows Special Woodwork Shingles and Prepared Rooting Hardwoods Panels Screens Wall Board Wall Cabinets Ironing Boards Breakfast Nooks Lawn and Garden Woodwork W asatch Electric Co. ★★★★★★ 406 .SOUTH STATE TEL. WASATCH 995 Western Fuel Company Distributors of KING COAL 2691 2 So. Main Was. 2667 PHONES WASATCH 8152-81.53 WESTERN Furniture Co. COMPLETE HOME FURNISHERS Easy Terms 301-311 So. Stale St. Salt Lake City COMPLIMENTS OF SALT LAKE STAMP CO. 65 West Broadway SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH Western Printing Company MAKERS OF EHGIHI GRADE PRINTING Phone Wa.s. 34B5 SALT LAKE CITY 2S9-261 So. West Temple Jerry Hosmer: I wish I could revise the alphabet. Sheenie: Why, what would you do? Jerry Hosmer: I’d put U and I together Mary Grieve: Let’s play tennis? Mary Thompson: Can’t, the net’s down. M. G. : Oh, good, the thing’s alwavs in my way. One Itundred Sixteen The Ampico The Climax of SCIENTIFIC and ARTISTIC ACHIEVEMENT IN THE HISTORY OF MUSIC Sold by Glen Bros. Roberts Piano Co. Ibl South Main St. SALT LAKE CITY 66 Let § go to Keeley’s” 5 Ice Cream Popular Candies Stores Cakes Luncheons Rent a New Car Drive It Yourself NASH, JEWETT, DODGE OR VELIE SEDANS Any Type Ford WE DELIVER Drive It Yourself Co. Was. 1606 . 35 W. 4th South St. Salt Lake City, Cordially invites the Girls of Rowland Hall and their parents and friends to shop at this great store MOTOR TRANSPORTATION AS YOU NEED IT VUI ' II DlilVF.K IVivale . ppeariiifi (!ars Yellow Cab DRIVURSELF COURTEOUS, RESPONSIBLE Yellow K i ' , System SERVICE 12 ;i so. STATE ST. Wasatch 266 40 SO. W. TEMPLE ST. Alice Dick: She’s so. cheap she reminds me of a Ford. Myra R.: May I chew your gum? Dot Jane: But, my dear, her clutches are so different. , Katherine Hogle: Upper or lower. Betty B. is so lazy .she carries an onion and lets the tears wash her face. One Hundred Seventeen C. RINETTI E. CAPITOLO, Props. IHE happy person is one who continually progresses. No student who slacks up after graduation will he happy. True, you don’t want to be continual- ly grinding on assignments given you hy the teacher, hut you do want to keep forging ahead. To do this, and at the same time have com|)lete enjoyment, form the habit of reading good books. A good book is a friend vrho will come to your aid when needed, but will not bore you when you desire solitude. Have many such friends constantly within reach. Dairy Pasteurized Milk, Cream and Buttermilk I’lioNK Hy. 4. ' M9 1 1 1R So. .Statk Street Senior: That girl is the ugliest person I have ever seen. What is a liquid that won’t freeze? Junior: Not so loud, you’re forgetting yourself. Hot water. Diplomacy is all right if it gets the diploma. Gold Medal WHKN LOOKING FOR apartmf:nts call Covey Investment Company 2;$9 EAST SOUTH TEMPLE WAS. .5671 One Hundred Eighteen THIS AD IS WORTH $25.00 This Rowland Hall Year- Hook Ad, if presented !it time of purchase, will he accepted as $2.5 cash ind deducted from the price of any piano or player- piano listed here. NO OTHER FIRST PAYMENT REQUIRED. Piano delivered FREE immediately. 30 day.s later begin easy monthly payments on the halatice — taking up to 21 years. Bench FREE with pianos — Bench and rolls FREE with player- pianos. LUDWIG Upright .STEINWAY Practice Piano.. CHICKERING Upright SCHUBERT Upright OPERA Upright DUNHAM Upright KINGSBURY Upright . HAMPTON Player SCHAEFFER Upright (X NWAY Upright VOSE Upright KNABE Upright A UTOPIA NO Playe 70 98 $125 185 195 195 $195 95 $225 0275 $200 {1295 { 495 STEINWAY Upright $495 Any of these pianos or player-pianos will be iccepted back later in trade on a new one if de- sired, and all payment ' s credited in full on the new instrument. “Always Dependable” Keith “ O Briee Coo DAYNES-BEEBE MUSIC CO. j 1 to 65 So. Main. Salt Lake TAXI AND Salt Lake Transportation Co. W estern Hotel Register Co, Extends it’s wishes for advancement and suc- cess to every Senior leaving Rowland Hall 722 Keith Emporium liuilditifi SALT LAKE CITY. UTAH Mt. Nebo Marble Company Producers and Finishers of High Class Decorative Marbles Office and Mill 239 Depot Avenue SALT LAKE Hibernian Building LOS ANCELES Miss Miilholland: Helene, 1 can’t read your writing; it’s just terrible. Helene: Why, Miss Mulholland, it’s not my writing, it’s yours. One Hundred Nineteen