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

Text from Pages 1 - 129 of the 1927 volume:

© Sl e ©nrn on -4 % @nm on Cable of Contents PAGE Classes 1-53 Organizations 57 Athletics 63 Society 71 Alumnae 75 Calendar 79 Fine Arts 8 5 Dramatics 91 Jokes 99 Miscellaneous 101-113 h 0 ®rim on Beb teat ton - 4 To Mrs. Virginia Lafayette Rowland, who, with her daughter, founded Rowland Hall in 1880 , in memory of her husband, Benjamin Rowland, we, the class of Nine- teen Twenty-seven lovingly dedicate this fifth volume of The Crimson Rambler. five ©rmitfon THE RIGHT REVEREND A. W. MOULTON Bis jo p of Utah Rector of Rowland Hall Ctoentp etott % -o- C ome hear what my Muse has imparted to me; L et your ears be attent while I tell it to thee. A ffection’s sweet spirit is burdened with pain, S ince I never shall see my dear Seniors again. S chool is out and they’ll never come back to be taught; o F f the wisdom we give they are heavily fraught, ive and ten sweetest maidens a school ever knew. 1 V here’s Helen, Myra, Mildred, and Dorothys two, w hat we ever shall do when these Dainties depart, K ach day is the question that weighs down my heart. N ow Margie, Ruth, Cynthia, Iva, and Alice T ransform these wide rooms into halls of a palace. Y ou ne’er will discover a like group of Fairies, S uch as Mary and Gladys and Susanna Harris. E ach one of my girls has an air of authority, V irginia Rea and Virginia Dougherty. E vermore, dearest friends, be your thought best of all N evermore to forget the old school, Rowland Hall. A. W. M. 0 Eight Dearest Girls: I wonder if you can find my message to you in this allegory? There was once a garden in a fertile valley, bordered by rugged, majestic mountains. The garden was a lovesome thing in its atmosphere of alluring peace and quiet. No sense of discord, of envyings and striv- ings, seemed to pervade its calm precincts. So well was it laid out, so glowing in its color, so sweet in its scented air, that all who entered it felt in their inmost souls the influence of its impelling, uplifting beauty. They often asked wherein lay the entrancing charm of this garden more than in others. The flowers were the familiar ones of all the gardens they knew, nothing flaunting, nothing exotic — just roses and lilies and pansies, all the dear old-fashioned homely flowers that everyone loves. One visitor insisted that the fine results must come from the foun- tains of sparkling water that gushed forth from the fern-covered cliffs at the north of the garden. Another, that it must be caused by the frequent and refreshing showers that fell in this particular part of the country. Still another that it must be that the so il was rich in all those mysterious forces that give color and form to whatever grows therefrom. But another, more thoughtful than the others, said in a voice that hushed all speculations, I have met the gardener in the rosy flush of dawn, under the burning zenith of the noon, in the cool of the dewy evening. I have noted how benignly he looks upon his flowers, how tenderly and patiently he pulls the weeds, how lovingly he lifts the droop- ing vines or raises the languid blossoms or coaxes and encourages the unfolding leaves and buds. And then I knew that a garden needs some- thing more than gushing springs, refreshing showers, rich soil. It needs a gardener who loves the flowers, whose life-giving spirit so infuses them with hope and courage and abounding life that they cannot help being the best flower of their kind in all the gardens of the world.” What is the name of the wonderful gardener?” they all asked breathlessly. We would fain see him too, learn of his ways, and draw of his power.” And the speaker answered, shortly but reverently, His name is God.” With deepest affection, always yours, ©nm on THE VERY REVEREND WILLIAM W. FLEETWOOD Dean of St. Mark ' s Cathedral Chaplain of Rowland Hall 0 ROWLAND HALL OF TODAY THE PROPOSED SGH06D BtilLDlN6. OF 1880 $J)c ©rmi on Cf)e Crimson Rambler - 4 - I The purpose and plot of this once-a-year book Is to tell you about quite a trip, And as you open the cover and take a good look You’ll find it was done in a ship. II The crew of this galleon was quite a mixed one Which I’ll prove to you as I relate it, There were young ones and old to enjoy all the fun To complete it each helped quite a bit. III Miss Macdonald and the Bishop have sponsored this tour Watching and guiding us well Through many tight places, and they’ve made us sure That ill luck lasts only a spell. IV The teachers were those who came next in command; They shoved us all hither and thither, And gave us the orders that brought us to land And taught us all why, what and whither. V The Seniors braved the voyage as all seamen should With a song on their lips over all the miles; And the Juniors, as they did the best that they could Took the waves and their orders with smiles. VI The Sophies were younger than these other two bands So their work and trouble were more; While the last and most humble of all pirate hands Were the Freshies — each had quite a chore. VII The cargo of this good old ship which we used Were the children of primary grades; They were kept to themselves and felt quite abused But now they know anchors from spades. VIII This voyage takes us through many queer lands, Such as Literature, which covers much ground; It is here we may find stories sad or quite grand, ' And accounts of past men, most renowned. IX Then there’s Art land with all its fine paintings and sketches Which made our short trip quite enchanting; While a mite farther on, you’ll see the Joke stretches Where the people are laughing and bant’ring. X Now Society with all its fine glamour and view Looms forth in the distant horizon; ’Tis parties and airs one may see are here too, While on this isle the gossip’s surprisin’. XI Traveling on we might come to the land of athletes, Where slim youths go bounding around; In all sorts of games you will see each compete Until each his favorite has found. XII Now were I to tell of each isle where we stopped My story would not have an ending; So now we’ll consider the rest of it dropped Which I know will be far from offending. Susanna Harris. T hirtccn AUGUSTA B. SMITH Instructor in Latin Advisor for Class of 1927 Smith College JANE EVANS First Asistant Instructor in French Advisor for Class of 1929 Leland Stanford University RACHEL A. MULFORD Instructor in English and History University of Chicago FRANCES BOTHFELD Instructor in Botany and American History Smith College BINA D. JORDAN Instructor in Mathematics Advisor for Class of 1910 Knox College MRS. MARTHA CASTAGNOLI Instructor in Art and Dancing University of Utah Pupil of Stcfano Mascango BARBARA KRALL Primary Grades Idaho State Normal MRS. GERTRUDE OAKES Sixth and Seventh Grades University of Denver MABEL HECKERT Fourth and Fifth Grades State Teachers’ College, Greeley, Colorado JOYCE A. TOWNSEND MAY FAULDER Instructor in Music Head of Music Department Rowland Hall Royal Academy of Music, Lond6n GEORGE E. SKELTON Instructor in Violin Trinity College, London ©rmi on MRS. R. R. MAUPIN Secretary DOROTHY DARVILLE Instructor in Physical Education Advisor for Class of 192H Columbia Normal College, Chicago University of Illinois MRS. SARAH REA House Matron REV. HOYT E. HENRIQUES Rector of St. John ' s Church Morning Chapel REV. A. L. WOOD Business Manager Rector of All Soul ' s Mission, Garfield Morning Chapel REV. A. E. BUTCHER Rector of St. Paul ' s Church Morning Chapel bc ©riwtfon Brattta tn Ctoo cts� -4|fr- CAST Miss Krall . General-in-Chief Mrs. Maupin Officer Miss Townsend . Private Miss Mulford Officer Miss Bothfeld Private Miss Evans Surgeon Miss Smith . . Officer Miss Heckert Private Miss Faulder ... Drummer Opposing Forces Wittenberg General Chandler Colonel Brennan Doctor Remington . Sergeant Corfield Private Hunter . Private Thomas . . . . Trumpeter Harris Private ACT I — Scene I. Gym Field, Rowland Hall, 1927 Heckert — I am overpowered. Bud, come to my (Entar General Krall and troops. They battle) survey the field of rescue. Bothfeld — Coming, Heckert, coming f Krall — Mcthinks the enemy is not yet here. Mul ford — Ay, Ay, sir! I have been scouting all around and I saw not a sign of them. Smith — Hark! I hear something! Bothfeld — Mercy! Mercy! ’Tis our foes! (Enter the Seniors, heavily armed and reinforced. The two generals arrange their forces and the battle is on.) Wittenberg — Charge! But don’t fire until you can see the whites of their eyes! Krall — Fight my men, and give them no quarter. Man pin — A truce, a truce! My gum is worn out! Smith — Which one, upper or lower? Heckert — Yes, a truce! My wounds cry for help. Chandler — A lemon! A lemon! My kingdom for a lemon! These foes have wounded me. (The trumpet sounds, and each withdraws from the field to seek refreshment.) S.CENE 2 Krall — Back into the bloody fray! Remington — Do your stuff! Remember the zeros! Bothfeld — Remember the feed we didn’t catch them at! Evans — Je suis si fatigue! We must rest or we shall not be able to attend the banquet. INTERMISSION (The dead are removed from the field.) ACT II — Scene 1. (The trumpet sounds.) Smith — Hold your own! Don’t give up the ammunition! Mul ford — Cover ground! Stop for nothing! Townsend — Help me up, help! I tripped! Brennan — Remove your hand from my ankle or I’ll fire! Remington — I ask you, who blacked my left eye? Corfield — ’Twas that dangerous Maupin creature! Hunter — Ha! You would catch me in barbed- wire entanglement, would you? Jordan — Alas! I’ve stepped in a trap! Thomas — What ho! Your foot’s in my mouth! Faulder — I pray you! Assistance! My vocal chords are injured! (Trumpet sounds.) Scene 2 Evans — Reinforcements or all is lost! Smith — Something has happened to my hand! I am crippled! Heckert — I fear we are vanquished! Krall — So fair and foul a day I have not seen! Jordan — What ho! Our left flank is giving way. Wittenberg — Krall, I demand unconditional sur- render. CJjandler — Yes, or we shall annihilate the rest of your army. Bothfeld — I beg of you, have mercy upon us! Hunter — Mercy you say? We want vengeance for the raids you have made upon our mid-night realms (feeds). Brennan — We shall plunder your hidden stores of cheese, olives, and malted milk, unless you yield at once! Evans — C’est dommage! Take anything but our rations. Faulder — We’ll give you all our guns and cannon. Wittenberg — We accept your surrender, on this condition: That there shall henceforth be no more such uprisings, no more zeros, no more icy looks, no more flunkings, no more orders, no more NOTHING! Seventeen 5ft)c ©nnitfon Basketball bbress With apologies to the Gettysburg Address - } - even days and twenty-two hours ago, our op- ponents brought forth in this institution a new standard, conceived in perspiration and dedi- cated to the proposition that all women should play basketball. Now we are engaged in a great war, test- ing whether that standard or any standard, so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battle field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of this festal hall as a perma- nent lunch counter for those who bruised their bones that this standard might be upheld. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate this place, for although the brave women living, and dead, did struggle here, they have only made a standard from which it is very easy for us to de- tract. The world will neither note nor long remember what they did here, but it cannot forget what we do here; rather it is for us living to continue the work which they thus far have so nobly advanced. It is for us here to be dedicated to the task remaining before us, and for us to take increased determination to that cause for which so many have given the last full measure of vocal power. That we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this institution under our most noble Principal shall have the same Faculty; and that this Faculty being in the game, with the game, for the game, shall not perish from the earth. bv ©riwtfon ' Nineteen 0 ©ritntfon §s entor Class g ong - ]►- Seniors Ho! Seniors Ho! We will battle as we go, And we’re ready, we’re waiting to go! (Seniors Ho!) Up and down, in and out, And we know what we’re about, And we’re ripping, we’re raring to go! (Seniors Ho!) Where’er we go, our pep we’ll always show; Give us a dare, and we’re sure to be there. Once we get a start, we’re game to hit the mark. And we’re ripping, we’re raring to go! (Seniors Ho!) i Class Flower — Oenothera-lamarkiana (evening primrose) i Motto — Each for himself, God for all. i Colors — Powder Blue and Scarlet. ©run-on SUSANNA HARRIS Clever Susie! May your courage and good spirits spread sunshine • ’ to all. President of Class ’24, ’25, ' 26, ’27. Treasurer of A. A. 25. Vice President of A. A. ’26. Choir 24, 25 26 27. Basket Ball 24, ’25 27. Volley Ball ’ 27 . Editor of Rambler ’27. MYRA REMINGTON Dear Reliable Myra J May your independence last as long as ... . Vice President of Class ’27. Secretary -Treasurer of Class ’26. A. A. Choir ’24, ’2 5 26 27. Basket Ball 24 25 27. Capt 26. Volley Ball ’27. Yell Leader ’2 5. Asst. Business Mgr. of Rambler ’27. Class Play ’26, 27. • - . uk m % T wenty-one ®riro on Twenty-two 9HBt (Stye ®nm on JRambkr MARY GRIEVE Good natiired Mary l May your beauty never fade . A. A. Choir ’26 27. Photog’y Editor of Rambler ’27. Assistant Photography Editor ’26. Volley Ball ’27. Class Play 27. DOROTHY CORFIELD Bustling, busy Dot ! May your sincerity conquer all. A. A. Basket Ball 25 26 27. Secretary -Treasurer of Class ’2 5. Volley Ball ’27. Business Mgr. of Rambler 27. Class Play 27. . ,v - .j . ; T wenty-three i ' v , JM id.. RUTH VORSE - ' DOROTHY VAN DYKE ! Carefree Woof y! May your sense V. Nonchalant Dot l May you find j of humor never desert you. The One and not break too many ; hearts . M A. A. Asst. Soc. Editor of Rambler ' 27. v u Volley Ball 27. Class Play ’27. A. A. v Society Editor of Rambler ’27. | Volley Ball ’27. s Class Play 27. • H ■ ■V-- ©rirntfon T wenty-five ®l)c ©rmttfow §g VIRGINIA REA Studious Virginia ! May your thoughtfulness bring comfort to the world, A. A. Volley Ball ’27. Choir 26, 27 . Yell Leader ’27. Class Play 27,. MILDRED HUNTER Cynical Bunny! May you some day show your real self to tis all. A. A, Choir 26 27. Basket Ball 27. Class Play 27. 0 ■m GLADYS WITTENBERG Gladio, old sport! May your earnestness reap rewards . A. A. President ’27. Capt. Basket Ball Team ' 27. Athletic Ed. of Rambler 27. Volley Ball ’2 7. Class Play 27. MARJORIE BRENNAN Marj, dear interesting and fine ! May you have the best in life always . A. A. Choir ' 27. Basket Ball ’26 27. Volley Ball ' 27. Class Play ’26, ’27. O ' r ' nmioit T wen ty -eight S))v (Enm on 3Ust til anti Cf statmnt of tj)e Mentor Class -■ 3 ( : the noble Seniors of 1927 in order to leave peace and tranquility in this institution, do hereby bequeath our most outstanding redeeming qualities to the less fortunate, who follow in our footsteps. FIRST To Miss Macdonald we leave several cables with which to pull the oxen up the hill. SECOND To the Faculty we leave our cotton stockings and our cheerful attitude. THIRD We hereby bestow upon the Junior Class our superiority complex, and our high A’s. FOURTH To the Sophomores we leave our cafeteria laughs. FIFTH To the Freshmen we bequeath our Senior privileges. SIXTH To Evelyn Hagelin, Mary Grieve leaves her dignity and her lipstick. SEVENTH To Frances Porter, Myra leaves her numerous A’s. EIGHTH To Betty Allison, Susie leaves her purse and her curls. NINTH To Betty Botterill, Helene bequeaths her gentleness. 9 (Srmi on TENTH To Dorothy Cunningham, Alice leaves her disposition. ELEVENTH To Kay Hardy, Gladys leaves her musical laugh with the ability to use it at the wrong time. TWELFTH To Lilabel Hopson, Dorothy Corfield leaves a dance with Gail Bywater. THIRTEENTH To Evelyn Hagelin, Virginia Dougherty leaves her black georgette teddies. FOURTEENTH To Mildred Mickelson, Cynthia leaves her straight hair and her height. FIFTEENTH To Martha McLean, Virginia Rea leaves her first place in line in cafeteria. SIXTEENTH To Frances Porter, Dot Van Dyke leaves the use of her car. SEVENTEENTH To Lilabel Hopson, Marjorie Brennan leaves her various crushees. EIGHTEENTH To Mildred Mickelson, Mildred Hunter leaves her ability to drive a car. NINETEENTH To Dot Cunningham, Iva leaves her figure in a basketball suit. TWENTIETH To Martha McLean, Mary Grieve leaves her high arches. TWENTY-FIRST To anyone who wants them Ruth Vorse leaves her good looks and her chewing gum. (The gum can be found under the railing around the cafeteria counter.) ®rmtfon T hirty-one o ©rrnitfon Junior Class § ong (To the tune of Funiculi, Funicula”) -o- This school is full of dear and good old classes, But we’re the best, but we’re the best. We’re full of pep and go and fun and frolic And lots of zest, and lots of zest. We’re loyal and true to dear old Rowland Hall As we should be, as we should be. To be cheerful and happy and helpful That is our key, that is our key. Chorus Juniors! Juniors! Hear our loyal call, Juniors! Juniors! We’re the best of all, We’re the Class of twenty-seven, There is for us no fear of hate. Here’s to Rowland Hall, the school we love best of all. i Motto — B 2 Symbol — Flame Mascot — Firebug Color — Flame 9 ©rirntfon Here’s to boyish Bets, Whose passions are golf, song, and art; As a leader she’s superfine. As a student she does her part. FRANCES PORTER Secretary and Treasurer Here’s to Frances Porter, As brilliant as can be; She is liked by girls and teachers, So very nice is she. BETTY BOTTERILL President BETTY ALLISON Vice President Here’s to Betty Allison, She represents the Hall; As athlete, student, and friend The Faculty did her call. T hirty -three 0 ©rwitfon MARTHA McLEAN Here’s to our mate Martha, The peppiest girl we know; She’s always into everything Always on the go. MILDRED MICKELSON •Here’s to our friend Mildred, So quiet and sedate; But the way that she plays basketball Is wondrous to relate. EVELYN HAGELEN Here’s to classmate Evelyn, Endowed with an athlete’s soul; In studies, too, she’s excellent, Success in all’s her goal. 0 ©rimtfon LILABEL HOPSON Here’s to little Lilabel, A real true pal and friend; She’s loyal to her class and school. This virtue we commend. KAY HARDY Here’s to hearty Kay, An artist of first degree; A pleas ant nature, a contagious smile. Are reasons we like her, you see. DOROTHY CUNNINGHAM Here’s to our pal Dot, So quiet and refined; She’s a peach of a guard in basketball. For she’s blessed with presence of mind. ft 0 (Stye ©run-on Sunset - 4 The sun is setting — all is still; A white cloud rides on yonder hill, Tinted in pink and purple and gold, Soon to be shrouded in night’s close fold. Across the snow comes the sun’s last ray, Mutely telling the close of day. A song-sparrow flits to his airy nest (Brave little fellow, he’s earned his rest By singing all day in the cold and snow, Cheering the way for us below). And all these things have brought to me A peace I thought could never be, A peace that wipes out sorrow and pain And makes me happy and free again. Oh, night, advance! I fear thee not; Sunset, your herald, has seen my lot, Has driven from me all pain and fear And I, courageous, await thee here. Nights and days will come and go, Leaving behind both joy and woe; But I’ll always gain peace from the sun’s setting ray, That comforting sight at the close of each day. Frances Porter. | ® run-on o � JL. ' diUtnttr f-a T birty -seven ©rimtfon JSdrnbl c g?opl)omore Class §s oncj; (Tunc: Everybody Takes Their Hats Off to Lchi”) -■ } ■- Everybody takes their hats off to the Sophies; Gay class of twenty-nine. We live on the bright side of study hall, And every day we shine. Chorus Tra! La! La! La! All the girls love the jolly, loyal Sophies, ’Cause they are so keen. First in their lessons, and that’s not all. The peppiest class ever seen. Symbol — Bluebird Motto — Birds of a feather flock together Colors — Blue and gray i CLASS OFFICERS President Alice Dick Vice President Betty O’Connor T reasurer Edna Grieve c bv ©rmutfon Edna Grieve Secretary and Treasurer Alice Dick President Leila Dixon Betty O’Connor Vice President Barbara Myers Dianthalin Lollin • Dorothy Jane Thompson $l)c ©run-on 91 g c|)ool Ctrl ' s lament 4fr- It’s a sad, sad life I have to lead, From morning, noon, till night, Studying, cramming, trying to learn How to speak English right. And whether Napoleon won or lost In the battle of Waterloo; And what was happening across the seas In fourteen ninety-two. Sometimes I feel I can’t learn any more. It’s impossible, that’s simply all. I can’t see what good it will do me to know ’Bout the Hapsburg’s rise and fall. My tongue twists up like a figure eight When I try to parlez-vous.” I always mix my conjunctions and nouns, ’Cause I’m struggling with Latin too. I never could do mathematics at all, Or learn that two fives equal ten. If I attempt to write about Moses, Paralysis seizes my pen. I’m sure all my teachers will weep with remorse When they read this touching wail, And cut their ’signments at least in two, Lest I should get thin and pale. Betty O’Connor. Successful, Alice is bound to be. One miss, Edna, is always a hit. Pianos to Leila, are mere A, B, C. Here’s to Betty, good sport you’ll admit. Impish is Dot to a painful degree. Endowed is Barbara with wit. Sweetness and Di and simplicity, This is the Sophies’ bit. Forty-one ©riwtfon jfresjman Class ong (T «« : Collegiate ”) - - Freshies! Freshies! We are jolly Freshies! Full of pep and mischief, Rah! Rah! F’s our symbol, Teachers gave it to us, But we don’t deserve it now — Hit us, haze us, We know it’s all in fun And we take it as you mean it. Jolly, jolly, No one pets us, but you won’t forget us — Seniors come and get us — We’re the Freshies, Rah! Rah! Rah! Motto — Good, better, best, Never take a rest Till the good is better and the better best. F lower — Sea weed Colors — Green and White i CLASS OFFICERS President Lucy Ann Billingsley Vice President Helen Keyser Treasurer Virginia Newby Virginia Newby Secretary and Treasurer Helen Kcyser Vice President President Liscttc Peter Miriam Matsen Jean Lewis Lita Haviland Alberta Jamieson Evie Johnson Gwendolyn Merwin Doris Hunt Delight Dole Virginia Coleman Forty-tfjree 2ft)c ©r mi £ on Witty pologtes; to akespeajce - 44 - Act I, Scene I Place: The Assembly Hall iMhs lMcic: And these few precepts in your memories see you inwardly digest. Think, but do not talk in study hall! Concentrate, and don’t just gaze upon the book. Be you friendly and polite to all of your dear faculty. Those lessons you have learned, and your knowledge of them tried in tests Grapple to your minds with concentrated effort, But do not them forget, the instant you are out of school. Beware of summons to the office, but being Called, behave yourselves as ladies always should. Give all your teachers both your ears; But only when they call, give them your voice in goodly recitation. Never take the censure of a Faculty, but, if you should, Take it inwardly. Wear your uniform and don’t forget a tie; Wide ribbed hose of cotton; no plaids or silks! For while we have a uniform, it needs be worn by all. Neither borrower nor lender of note-books be, for once You do, you’ve formed a habit bad. This above all: Go, each day, into the great out-of-doors And it must follow, according to all rules of health, That being in such fit condition Will come desire to read , mark, learn, and inwardly digest. Ecila. o $ c ©run-on Ctgijt ' Ctmes £ ne — •■H — There’s no joy in the hearts of the eighth graders, We are doomed to an awful fate, We have said our tables these many years; Eight times one are eight. We are old — too old for the lower school, For easy lessons we mean. The grades are still playing — they know no better, They are only from six to thirteen. Oh, Seniors! By right you are perfect examples, And we have envied you so; How bright you are to be graduating; How much you surely must know. Oh, Juniors! ’Tis you we’re afraid of, The peppiest class in the school; Oh, how we fear our initiation, Given under your iron rule. Sophies! Open your arms and receive us, Look upon us as jewels most dear. See only the good that you’ll find in us, We’ll be your sisters next year. Oh, Freshies! Why act so disdainful? So far above us you seem; If looks could kill, we’d be dead long ago, But next year we’ll be wearing the green. Then open the doors to the high school, And tell us your secrets, w r e pray; We’re not so young — you may trust us, We’ll be Freshies ourselves some day. Virginia Allison. 2fye ©run-on Vel Roy Cutter Priscilla Maupin Betty Smith Ailsa Myers Mary Jane Caldwell Virginia Ellis Virginia Allison Elizabeth Preas Emily Sharp Mary Moulton Evelyn Swanson $bv @rirn on ? Cfje jf lotoers’ $artp i In spite of March’s changing weather, little flowers peep out of their winter beds. This morning when I was coming to school, I saw three little Peonies peeping up through the ground to tell the world that Spring had come. Little modest Violet, with her pretty purple and white dress, was standing in the middle of all the Grandfather Crocuses and it made a very dainty bouquet. Pretty saucy Tulip in her lovely pink dress, trimmed in white, was sway- ing back and forth to the tune of the wind, and seemed to be having a very gay time. And our own little Forsythia was in her brightest yellow dress and looked very sweet. But best of all were the happy little sunbeams, who were glad to see their pretty flower friends back again. Beverly Slabaugh, Fourth Grade . gjprtncj In the Spring, up jumps the tulip red, From its cozy winter bed, And rubs its sleepy eyes, And turns them up to the beautiful skies. The trees are putting on their robes again, The robin builds his nest in them, His cheerful song floats to the ear, And we know that Spring is surely here. Lydia Louise Peter, Third Grade. ©rmi.tfon Forty-nine ®rim on Yummie Wilson Eleanor Wardlaw Joy Billingsley Margaret Campbell Virginia Hout Peggy McIntosh Betty Ramsey Peggy Moormeister Betsy Dern Juanita Cook Margaret Pcllctt Margarat Lambourne Mary Harris Martellc King Sally Preas 1 ©nm on Kambkr Margarat Keyset Virginia Latnbourne Charlotte Merry Mary Frigell Marie Bamberger Lydia Pecer Ruth Elaine Doelle Martha Sparks Beverly Slabaugh Loveday Wood Betty Tyler Fifty-one (Stye @rirn on Kambl 3 Cl )e Blttis’ jtettng In a shady forest, the birds met one day, They were chatting gayly for they had a lot to say. The robin told about his trip back from the South. But the wise old owl didn’t open his mouth. The bluebird chatted about the nice spring day And the meadow lark sang a song so merry and gay, About the bad boys two sparrows did scold And all the winter news the old crow told. The humming bird kept telling about his nest And how proud he was of his little red breast. Soon the birds gave a chirp and flew back to their nests, For they knew the sun would soon sink in the West. Gloria Bamberger, Second Grade . §3 tgns of Spring i Gently and quietly glides the stream, Birds are singing, it is just like a dream; The beautiful sky above is blue, And cloudy days are very few. The hills that were brown have a touch of green, Quite soon the violet will be seen; And happy children spend many hours, Picking Mother Nature’s flowers. Eleanor Wardlaw, Sixth Grade. 2ft)e (Krmitfon Peggy Merry Jane Cowan Phyllis Jane Luman Betty Keyscr J. T. Tyree Gordon Armstrong Jean Louise McClanahan Gloria Bamberger Robin Parker Peggy Whelan Uleta Prinsen Mary Lord Andrews Eugenia Penick Winifred Mebstcr Fifty -three ©rimtfon n gUegorp on tf)e Brug § tore i cross the street is a weird old gray building, a typical fold in which are kept fifty little snow-white lambs. They are watched by ten horrible dragons with fiery tongues and hollow eyes. The one ambition of these meek little lambs is to investigate the interior of my domain. Legends have spread far and wide of the wonderful things to be had. I have fountains which spout streams of all colors. In glass cages I have little and big lumps of delight. They long to hear their hoofs echo on my marble floors. Look- ing up they would see miniature sums hanging from the ceiling. They wonder what is held within those cases of frozen water, behind which they see pieces of chopped-up rainbow. To taste my delicacies they would sit on toad- stools. They would drink out of dew cups and draw in the foam from a pair of fairy pipes. Their stomachs filled to capacity they would reluctantly return to the sheepfold. Dorothy Jane Thompson. GIFTS TO THE SCHOOL Proceeds of Annual Bazaar. New choir caps — Candle and Carol Service offering. Arbor and cement seat given by the N. O. Y. B. Club. Funds for the tennis court screen — proceeds of Mrs. Cas- tagnoli’s dance review. Treasure Chest for general school improvements — given by the Class of 1927. Portrait of Miss Macdonald given by the Altar Guild. Fair linen for the altar given by the Church of Our Savior, Boston, Mass. The school has supported for the year, an Armenian child, Margaret Kaloustian. Fifty -four $be ©riwtfon Cjje reat §ofc -«►- ne drowsy afternoon in Study Hall, as I sat day-dreaming, I happened to gaze at the frieze above the fireplace. Suddenly I saw a dancer emerge from the joyful throng depicted there. With graceful steps she skipped over the desks until she reached the one in front of me. All this seemed rather an unusual thing for a figure in a Greek frieze to do. Her perfectly formed body was clothed in a short, loose, flowing tunic of immaculate whiteness. With spark- ling eyes, and a smile on her lips, she beckoned to me to follow her. Very much amazed, I was at first hesitant, but curiosity is a magnetic power, and so I yielded. We mingled with the happy crowd, and I soon found myself skipping and singing just as though it were a perfectly natural thing to do. In my mind’s eye, I now have visions of a blue uniform, plaid hose and heavy oxfords bouncing along among graceful figures in classic costumes. Some of the dancers were carrying large platters of luscious fruit, such as we would never see in the Hillcrest Grocery Store for instance. By listening to the conversations around me, strange to say I seemed to understand Greek perfectly; I learned that this was a festival day, and that everyone was taking offerings to the temple of the great god Concentration. Vague memories were awakened when I heard the name of this god. In the meanwhile we seemed to be approaching a city, and I at once decided that it must be Athens. We passed beneath a triumphal arch and entered a kind of square where there were many temples and statues. By this time I had become quite friendly with a tall bronzed youth who was bearing some of the offerings. He informed me that this god was most exacting, and that few people were able to please him. At this suggestion I must have turned quite pale, for my escort asked me if I would care for a drink of water. I willingly assented, for somehow the name of the god caused me to have disturbing thoughts. My friend led me to a beautiful statue of Pan which proved to be a fountain of clear, cold water. After thus refreshing myself, we wandered back to the temple and entered. At the extreme end of a spacious hall, I saw a huge statue inscribed with the one word, ' ' Concentration.” On either side of it were many small statues bearing the names, History, English, Latin, etc. That was just about enough for me. I very dramatically fainted. On awakening, I found myself on a cool marble balcony overlooking a bay of deep, dazzling blueness. The air was heavy with perfume, and I could hear the melodious singing of many birds. I sighed and wished that I might remain there forever. This bliss was, however, of very short duration. I heard many footsteps hurriedly approaching my sanctuary. A crowd of angry, excited Greeks burst in upon me. Languidly I asked them what had caused so much disturbance. A very stout, warm looking gentleman in a much beruffled toga, and with a crumpled roll of parchment in his hand proceeded to shake his fist at me. I was much insulted at this threat and slowly rising I intended to walk away, assuming the haughtiest manner possible. The red faced gentleman was speaking, and finally some of his words registered themselves on my lazy brain. It seems that the citizens had decided to inquire about my past life. The consul from Rome who was visiting in Athens at that time, had evidently submitted some very damaging facts. I gathered that the Consul’s name began with Mac, and this name likewise disturbed my peace of mind. After a great deal of talk, they decided upon my sentence. I had committed a grave crime. I had been faithless to the God Concentration, and had presented no offering. Therefore, I should drink a cup of Hemlock. A heavy, jewelled goblet was handed to me. With a gracious gesture I accepted it, and gazed with admiration at the rich bubbling liquid contained in it. Slowly I raised it to my lips when suddenly — an eraser hit my ear, and someone said, ' Hey, the bell rang!” I raised my head from the Ancient History, and saw on the page before me The Fall of Greece,” and there was to be a test the very next period. Alice Thomas. � 3ft) e ©nrn on Retrospective -■$$- The Freshman year my name was “Lost.” I asked a girl what Chapel cost; The rooms were large, the halls were long, I got assignments all turned wrong; So many girls with so much poise, I dared not make the slightest noise. “You’re full of seeds about to grow,” That’s what they said four years ago. The Sophomore year I knew it all, I strutted ’round through Rowland Hall, I wore my hat upon one side, No one could estimate my pride. My teachers, they were dunces too; And all the higher students, pooh! When measured with a girl like me, They were not so wise. How could they be? The Junior year my mind was changed. And all my thoughts were rearranged; I had no time for crimps and crooks, Naught could I see but drills and books. The ground grew white, the fields grew green, But no such things by me were seen. I aimed to get high marks, and so, I plodded on and labored slow. The Senior year I walked along the halls, And, oh, the thoughts that scene recalls! My spirits rise so free and glad. Oh, what a privilege I have had! So many friends loyal and true, The best that e’rc a schoolgirl knew. Who showed me what I ought to know, And caused some few small seeds to grow. Cynthia Blood. ©rmrtfon fifty -seven o ' 2ft)c ©rmitfon Crimson Gambler § taff for 1927 Editor in Chief Assistant Editor Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editors . Fine Arts Society Editor Assistant Society Editor . . Art Editor Athletic Editor Photography Editor Joke and Alumnae Editor Susanna Harris, 27 Betty Allison, 28 Dorothy Corfield, 27 Myra Remington, 27 Alice Thomas, ’27 Frances Porter, 28; Alice Dick, ’29 Virginia Dougherty, 27 Ruth Vorse, ’27 Dorothy Van Dyke, 27 Kay Hardy, ’28 Gladys Wittenberg, 27 Mary Grieve, ’27 Betty Botterill, 28 Fifty-eight Co tje g?taff - o - i Since the snap” of the Staff didn’t film, as they, And this page is supposed to be filled, I am glad to be able to use it today, To thank you for the way you’ve all drilled. II Bettys Allison and Botterill went scouting for ads, A job that was hard and took time; May I thank both you Bettys who with your scratch pads Have collected ad funds dime by dime? III Dot Corfield, you see, was the business end’s head, And Myra, dear, helped her along; I thank you two girls who have worked just like Ned, Now it’s over, your work’s turned to song. IV To Thomas and Porter I owe a great deal, For the lit” work was gained by these two. Miss Macdonald corrected it all, which I feel Needs great thanks, for it takes time to do. V Oh thank you small Woofy” and Dorothy Van Dyke, For the fine social columns you wrote. And to Gladys great thanks, her pen pranks I do like, And her art career we’ll all promote. VI Thanks to Mary we have some good snapshots to show, She’s had to work hard with her kodak. Kay Hardy, the editor of art, we all know Has done work that’s shown art is her knack. VII The Art Class I thank for the art cuts so gay, And the Staff for their cooperation. To Marty” who’s so kindly shown me the way Go many thanks and deep appreciation. Lovingly, The Editor. Fifty-nine ®rirn on Cljotr jftembers - - SOPRANOS Betty Botterill Mildred Micklcson Miss Mulford Miss Faulder Mary Grieve Virginia Colman Delight Dole Helen Keyser Miriam Matsen Frances Porter Marjorie Brennan Helene Harmston Virginia Dougherty Virginia Newby Virginia Rea SECOND SOPRANOS Iva Chandler Betty Allison Alice Thomas Dorothy Cunningham Barbara Myers Lilabel Hobson ALTOS Miss Jordan Martha McLean Susanna Harris Myra Remington Mildred Hunter ORGANIST CHOIR DIRECTOR CRUCIFER Miss Joyce Townsend May Faulder Myra Remington ®ritn on iE Rowland Hall Choir has done some excellent work this year under the able direction of Miss Faulder. Thanks to her, many new laurels have been added to its crown. We must also give a vote of thanks to Miss Townsend for excellent accom- paniment on the organ. On December 15, the choir gave its Candle and Carol Musical pro- gram at the First Presbyterian Church. Everyone enjoyed it immensely. Mr. Wood also asked the choir to give this same program at his quaint little church at Garfield. He procured busses for the trip, and the ride was especially enjoyed by the boarders. On December 19, the annual Candle Carol Service was given in our chapel. The charm of the music itself was delightful, and was also very much enhanced by the glamour added to it by the tableaux. The chapel was pervaded by a holiday spirit, and everyone began their vacation with this service in mind. On Ash Wednesday the choir sang the service at St. Mark’s Cathedral. Easter Sunday was a day full of events for the choir. At 6:45 it sang the Choral Communion Service at St. Mark’s. Later in the day, from five to six p. m., it broadcasted this same program over the radio. Added to this, Miss Faulder sang, and Miss Townsend played two num- bers on the piano. After this the girls sang again at Garfield. The Easter program consisted of some very fine music, and an especially fine anthem. A great surprise was experienced by all who listened at the beauty of tone and volume attained by such a young choir. On May 3 the choir sang at St. Mark’s Hospital. On June 8 the new choir sang an extremely lovely Commencement )) ©rim on ANNUAL EASTER BREAKFAST otolanti J aU §5 d)ool Hpntn Words: Miss Macdonald Music: Miss Fauldcr - 4 - i On the Wasatch light has come, Morning breaks with joy to rule; Jesus Christ, our Lord and Master, Bring Thy light to bless this school. Ill As the hours go fleeting by Be with us in work and play; Jesus, Friend of children. Master, Only Thou dost know the way. II Give us strength as well as grace, Help us all the best to know; Jesus, Son of Man, our Master With Thy wisdom make us grow. IV As the day glides into night Lead us safely through the shade; Jesus, Saviour, Guide and Master, Grant us to the end Thine aid. V We of God art very part, Soul, and spirit, body, mind, Jesus, Son of God, our Master, We shall thus Thy Wisdom find. Sixty-three .Irdmblet ' $tj)lettc ssoctatton i September 19 the A. A. held its first meeting and elected the following officers: President Vice President Secretary and Treasurer Advisor Gladys Wittenberg Betty Botterill Edna Grieve Dorothy Darville Requirements were given out by Miss Darville for R’s” and HV and hikes and tennis were begun for the winning of the coveted letters. GYM EXHIBITION As usual the Gym Exhibition was a great success. The games, floor work, marching tactics and dancing were very much enjoyed by the good crowd that was present. A new feature was introduced in the building of pyramids, and other unusual stunts on the mat. Bl)c ©rmwfon Xuimbkr Voile? Ball i Volley ball practice was begun with the beginning of school, and the tournament was held on October 15. The first game was a Senior-Junior struggle, the Seniors emerging victors with a score of 65-50. The Fresh- men defeated the Sophomores in an easy game with a score of 48-24. The tournament closed with a victory for the Seniors over the Freshies, the final score being 50-24. - { - 9L 9L tcntc i On October 28, the annual A. A. picnic was given at Rotary Park. Many of the girls hiked in order to get credit for their letters. A weenie roast followed the long hike. All pronounced the affair one of the besc ever held, and went home tired but happy. $tnecrest i Due to a lack of snow, we at first thought there would be no Pinecrest trip. To take its place we all went up Ogden Canyon for a picnic. Even the Bishop went along, and received his share of hot dogs, burned marsh- mallows, and face-washings. Soon afterwards, however, a sudden snow- storm made Pinecrest possible, and after hurried preparations the trip was finally begun. As usual, a hilarious good time was had from the beginning to the very last minute of the week-end. 3Sa?aar anti Carti $artp i The annual bazaar and card party was given by the A. A. for improv- ing and beautifying the school. The halls were gaily filled with many lovely things. Each class had its booth brightly decorated with their class colors, which lent a festival atmosphere to the affair. In the evening the Seniors served a Spanish supper. It was so successful, we hope to give many more of them in the future. Sixty-five I l c ©runtfon Mentors Fro rc rigA to left — Iva Chandler, forward; Gladys Wittenberg, forward, captain; Marjorie Brennan, center; Myra Remington, guard; Alice Thomas, forward; Mildred Hunter, guard; Dorothy Corfield, guard; Susanna Harris, guard. Seniors came out right on top. i FACULTY-SENIOR GAME Of course the most exciting game of the year is the Faculty-Senior game. This year was no exception either. Can you imagine anything funnier than a heated game taking place with the contestants garbed in bathing suits, overcoats, galoshes, etc.? In such a way did the Seniors appear on the floor. As for the Faculty they donned their customary black and blue. The game was extremely well played. There were few fouls, and the team work was remarkable. The score was rather close, and the Seniors had to fight for the few points that gave them the game. ®rmi on Kamblcry Juntors i Top oxu Mildred Mickelson, center Evelyn Hagelin, forward Frances Porter, center Dorothy Cunningham, guard • Middle %o w Kay Hardy, guard Martha McLean, forward Betty Allison, forward ' Bottom %oiv Lilabel Hopson, guard Betty Botterill, guard, captain The Juniors made ’em work . Sophomores i Top %ow Barbara Myers, guard Dianthalin Lollin, guard Edna Grieve, guard Middle %ow Betty O’Conner, forward Dorothy Jane Thompson, forward T bird %oiv Alice Dick, center, captain Sophies the small Frosh did stop. Sixty-seven (Stye ®rim on Kambl f resfjmen Fro w right to left — Helen Keyser, guard; Alberta Jamieson, center, captain; Jean Lewis, guard; Lucy Ann Billingsley, forward;Virginia Newby, guard; Virginia Coleman, forward. The Frcsbies didn’t shirk . BASKETBALL On November first, the whistle blew announcing the long awaited basketball season. All four class teams began practice with enthusiasm and a determination to win the enviable title of Champs.” The Athletic Association voted to present each member of the winning team with a miniature gold basket- ball, thus adding a new incentive to the already coveted title. After weeks of diligent training and hard work both physical and mental, the tournament week arrived. All the teams marched proudly forth arrayed in new basketball suits. The Freshies displayed snappy white outfits trimmed in green; the Sophomores in blue and gray; the Juniors in red and white. The Juniors in particular made a peppy appearance before the game in giving yells and singing to the accompaniment of bazuzzes. Last, but not least, the dignified Seniors made their appearance in suits of crim- son and powder blue. On February first the Seniors defeated the Sophs in an easy victory, the score being 50 to 19. The Junior-Freshman game ended with a score of 30 to 20 in favor of the Juniors. The second day of the tournament saw the elimination of the Freshies ky the Seniors with a score of 46 to 22, and the Sophs by the Juniors with 37 to 1 5. This gave the Juniors and Seniors two games each, and made them contenders for the champion- ship. The final game was held on Saturday night, February 26, and proved to be the most exciting one of the season. The teams were evenly matched, and the game was fast and furious, yet clean and fair from start to finish. The game belonged to neither team until the final whistle blew. The first half ended 16 to 8 in favor of the Seniors; and the second half gave them the game by the narrow margin of three points, the score being 27 to 24. 2ft)e ©rim on VIRGINIA REA Great praise is due to this member of the Senior class for winning the medal of Inter- mountain States Championship for fancy diving. Four times now Virginia has succeeded in winning this medal, for which we all heartily congratulate her. Sixty-nine (5ft) t? ©rmrtfon HAVE YOU EVER SEEN? A mutton chop? A mill run? A box stall? Mary had a little lamb, An eye lash? ’Twas long, long years ago; A bed spring? It lived until a ripe old age, A horse fly? And this is how I know: A book stand? At dinner yesterday upon A pillow slip? Some Spring Lamb” I was fed; A pin point? I knew straightway when I tackled it, A candle stick? That Mary’s lamb was dead. A carpet tack? A finger nail? — The Wilson Loud Speaker. A cat nip? A fire fly? — The Wilson Loud Speaker. The Garden Patch, Lovedom. April 1, 1927. My Darling Betty: Do you carrot all for me? My heart beets for you. With your cherry lips, and peach complexion, raddish hair and turnip nose, my love is as soft as a squash, and as strong as an onion. If we cantelope, lettuce marry. I’m sure we’d make a good pear. Yours ’til the potato talks, George. — The Wilson Loud Speaker. He stood on the bridge at midnight, Interrupting my sweet repose; For he was a big mosquito, And the bridge was the bridge of my nose. — The Wilson Loud Speaker. 3ft) e ® rim on TEA GIVEN BY MISS MACDONALD Just before the opening of school last fall a delightful tea was given by Miss Macdonald for the girls. .This was an opportunity for them to meet again and to become acquainted with the newcomers. Miss Macdonald was assisted by the alumnae of the school. ill AT IT AGAIN! What’s this? What’s everyone whispering about? Why the side glances, snickers, or what have you? The Seniors look guilty of something. Do their faces give them away? No. Just the same they’ve been up to something. Of course it couldn’t be one of those mid-night feeds which they are for- bidden to have. But why have they lost their appetites? At last some light on the subject! A noble Senior has been persuaded to tell, but she leaves the details out. She is very tactful and all that can be learned from her is that a very, very light lunch was served about o’clock the night before. A good time was had by all — the Seniors. i i i BRIDGE LUNCHEON Last November Miss Dorothy Van Dyke and Miss Ruth Vorse entertained the boarding Seniors and Miss Smith at a bridge luncheon at Dorothy’s home. The girls were seated at a long table deco- rated with flame colored carnations, with place cards carrying out the color scheme. The luncheon was followed by bridge. i i i BREAKFAST AT TEA ROOM The Misses Marjorie Brennan, Virginia Rea, Alice Thomas and Iva Chandler entertained the Seniors and Faculty at a delightful breakfast at the Marion Lois Tea Room. The small tables were decorated with corsages of roses and sweet peas for each girl. i i i WEEK-END PARTY The Freshmen entertained the Juniors at a week-end party at the Keyser home in Cotton- wood. The dancing, hiking and eating were very much enjoyed by all. i i i GIRLS PRESIDE AT BRIDGE LUNCHEON FOR CLASSMATES Miss Mildred Hunter and Miss Helene Harms- ton entertained at a beautifully appointed lunch- eon at the Langdon-Nelson home in honor of the Seniors and Faculty of Rowland Hall. The guests were served at small tables, where a yellow and white color scheme prevailed. The tables were centered with mounds of daffodils and jonquils. DANCING PARTY The Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores gave a dancing party at the school in February. The hall was decorated in crimson and powder blue, and colored lights made the room very attractive. Miss Macdonald assisted by Miss Evans received. About thirty couples attended. i i i CHOIR BREAKFAST On Easter morning the choir breakfast was held at the Hall following the early morning service at St. Mark’s Cathedral. The tables were in the form of a cross, and purple and white balloons were tied to each chair. The tables were attractively deco- rated with tiny Easter eggs, chickens and rabbits. i i i DINNER PARTY AT SHAY’S The Seniors entertained their sister class, the Sophomores at a ' dinner at Shay’s cafeteria, fol- lowed by a theatre party. The girls were seated at a long table in the private dining room. It was decorated with spring flowers. The favors were little racing cars and snappers, and the place cards carried out the color scheme. i i i TREASURE HUNT A treasure hunt! What a pleasure, especially when one finds the treasure! The wit of the Senior class puts forth this novel stunt, namely the Misses Gladys Wittenberg, Virginia Dougherty, and Dorothy Corfield. The hunt started from the Hall, where we were given clever slips to direct us to the treasure. Of course we got all muddled up, and there were many humorous events. The treasure in the form of a treasure box filled with candy was finally discovered by Dorothy Van Dyke. It was uniquely hidden on the Hotel Utah Roof Garden. After the exciting afternoon we were taken to the University Club for dinner. i i i LUNCHEON A lovely luncheon was given by Miss Macdonald at the attractive home of Mrs. Friendly on Gil- mer Drive. The guests included Miss Evans, Mrs. Castag noli, Mrs. Maupin, Miss Smith and the Seniors. Luncheon was served at small tables dec- orated with charming place cards. Bridge was enjoyed in the afternoon. i i i SOPHOMORES ENTERTAIN THE SENIORS The Sophomores entertained the Seniors at din- ner at the University Club. The table was beau- tifully centered with gorgeous spring flowers, carrying out the color scheme of pink and laven- dar. A theatre party followed the dinner. Sfyc ©ritntfon Seventy-three ©riwtfon % )t l cprescntatt )e otolanti JL)ali trl Each year a girl is chosen to represent the hall, She really isn’t perfect in any way at all. If you should like, however, a perfect type to see, We’d have to take from each of these a certain quality. Myr A ’s efficiency in financial affairs Ma R gery’s optimism tty B’s ability to put it over” riscilla’s sweet disposition uth’s calm temperament len’s musical talent anna’s ability to do all things well ne’s sweet voice ces’ perseverance ty O’Connor’s undaunted cheerfulness ay’s artistic powers ruth which is an essential quality va’s coolheadedness elyn’s athletic abilities n’s faculty of never worrying inia’s swimming prowess ght’s sunny nature othy Corfield’s fidelity ice’s literary talent Betty Allison. B E p R H E Su S Hel E Fra N BeT K A T I E V Gw E VirG Del I DoR A L ®riw on $ 0 Q ©rirntfon JULIET BROWNE Winner of the 1926 Bishop Leonard Medal Alumnae - - [e are duly proud of our Alumnae, and while their faces are rarely seen up here, we can’t help but feel a thrill of joy leap to our hearts when upon picking up the morning newspaper, we see the picture of some dear R. H. girl illuminating the first page. Either she has won the tennis tournament or has received the lead in a college play. The winners of these two honors are Doll Reeves dnd Judy Browne. Many of our girls are doing just as great things. For instance, Katheryn Ellerbeck and Beth Sands have gone into business. Such a thing is a shock, but we hope that anyone who wishes to learn how to dance will surely patronize these two enterprising girls. And oh, yea! Some of them are even married! Such a rash thing to do. Dud Dern and Marion Hardy are the two most recent matrimonial ventures. And while speaking of Dud I must also mention Dot Welch. She is going to Business College ? Another wonder is that some of them are still studying! At the U. of Utah are Gerry Truitt, Dorothy Lyman, Jay Harris, Mary Thompson, Jane Woods, Louise Cline, Aldora Tobin, Dixie Doolittle, Hanna Ruth Cohen, Margaret Moran, and Doll Reeves. Our art students are progressing too. Peggy Wall is attending Southern Branch, Marion Story is at Vassar, and if reports are true is simply outshining Solomon. Betty Daly has returned from Paris after receiving a something or other from the Sorbonne, and much praise and encouragement on her art from noted French artists. Shecnie Smith is studying under Lecompte Stewart in Ogden. Eleanor Walsh is attending National Park Seminary. Marge Sawyer is at Southern Branch, Mary Jo Stoner at the University of Wyoming, and Leo Campbell is taking a course in nursing at St. Mark’s Hospital. ©rrnitfon Cfte ©tatorp of otolant ©all 4fr In the year 1880 Rev. R. N. Kirby of New York, was sent by the Episcopal Church as a missionary to the far West. He had married, several years before, Virginia Rowland of Philadelphia, and after her death, Mrs. Rowland, her mother, visited Mr. Kirby and became interested in his work. Bishop Tuttle was then bishop of Montana, Idaho, and Utah, and after consultation with him and Mr. -Kirby about the needs of the district, she decided to establish in Salt Lake City, in memory of her daughter, and her hus- band, a school for girls. They bought the Watts home and grounds on what what was then considered quite a hill; named it Row- land Hall and opened the school on the 2 5th of Sep- tember, 1880. There were three boarding pupils and about twenty- five day scholars. Bishop Tuttle was Rector of the school. Mr. Kirby was Chaplain and Miss Lucille March of Philadelphia was the first Principal. The house then filled only the space now occupied by the library, parlor, dining room, with two rooms above for sleeping. All the rooms on the lower floor were used for class rooms during the day, and after lessons were used for living rooms for the family. The grounds, up to a few feet from the entrance, were covered with a fine healthy growth of alfalfa which furnished nourishment for the Bishop’s and Chaplain’s cows and for various stray animals of the neighborhood. Instead of tennis and basketball the girls used to take their exercise in chasing away the alien herd, so that the Bishop’s cow might not lack its daily rations. In 188 8 Bishop Leonard succeeded Bishop Tuttle. The school had then grown so that there was a de- mand for more room and with a devotion that never wavered in its loyalty to the interests of Rowland Hall, the Bishop appealed to his friends, both of the East and West, and in two years had raised the neces- sary funds and erected a new school building right next to the main building. In 1899 the demand came for larger accommoda- tions in the boarding department and the home build- ing was enlarged. ®bc ®rim on Bishop Leonard, in his interests for the higher education of the school, began the giving of the Bishop Leonard Medal to the girl with the highest average in the Senior class. After the Bishop’s death Mrs. Leonard, his wife, continued to give the medal, which has from that date to this been the great ambition of every girl. Before Bishop Leonard was called from the scenes of his labors, he received a bequest to Rowland Hall of $3 5,000.00, from the Brunot family. He im- mediately began making plans for more modern con- veniences, but before he had even put these ideas on paper he died. His successor, Bishop Spalding, used this money to build the present school building. A few years later, 1910, the chapel was erected to the memory of Virginia Lafayette Rowland by her daughter. In this beautiful old English chapel is a Mollen pipe organ, given by Colonel and Mrs. E. A. Wall in memory of their daughter, Mattie Wall. Now, in 1927, we can truly say that our Rowland Hall is the very best in the West and for the future we predict even more success than it has already had, in presenting to the world girls of the very finest type of womanhood. ©rmi on Calendar for 192 6 Sept. 8 — The howling mob winds slowly o’er the lea, The teachers schoolward plod their weary way. Sept. 9 — The choir again takes up the task of bal- ancing their hats. The new faculty members have difficulties with said hats. Sept. 10 — Plans for initiation. Good-bye new girls! Who put gum where I could sit on it? Sept. 1 1 — Many bumps and bruises as a result of in- itiation, but all are good sports. Sept. 12 — Hike up City Creek and a picnic. Ham sandwiches and ice cream. Sept. 13 — Seniors are introduced to the mysteries of Botany. Protoplasm ! ! ! Sept. 14 — War declared against the Freshies. They are not meek enough. We arose at 6:30 this morning to pour cold water on them. Sopt. 15 — Seniors are peering through microscopes at onion peel. We feel quite scientific. Sept. 16 — The boarders flock to the store to buy fruit. More clerks wanted at the Hillcrest Grocery. Sept. 17 — Miss Hoppaugh has deserted us for Arizona, but we wish her luck just the same. May Frances recover! Sept. 18 — There’s a new clerk at the Hillcrest fountain. Myra and I both stopped for food. Sept. 19 — Sunday! Nuf sed! Sept. 20 — Volley ball on the old tennis court. Great fun! Much dust swallowed by all when the wind blew. Sept. 21 — Eighteen today! Gee, I feel ancient! Sept. 22 — Hiss Heckert found the cat sleeping in her hat box. The nerve of some cats! Sept. 23 — Dempsey-Tunney fight. Hurray! Tunncy won! Sept. 24 — Seventh grade still wandering around with Miss Evans chasing them. Sept. 2 5 — Ghost stories, pop corn and apples around the fireplace after study hall. Sept. 26 Tea at Betty Allison’s. Mary and I tried to see who could eat the most and we tied! Sept. 27 Oh, Gee! A typical blue Monday. Lost my hat in chapel and we had watermelon for dinner. Sept. 28 — Uniforms! The law is once more laid down concerning them. Hurray! I had mine on. Sept. 29 — Miss Mac returned today. Hurray! Sept. 30 — Frances Porter laughed in chapel today. Miracles still happen. Q ct i Senior trip to Pinecrest and Coon Chicken Inn. Only one flat tire. Oct. 2 — Minus. Oct. 3 — Juniors all grinning. Their pins have come. 1927 Seventy-nine ©rmitfon Oct. 4 — Miss Smith was home for dinner tonight! Oct. 5 — The boarders give a take-off on the new girls. Great dramatic ability displayed. Oct. 6 — Wanting! Oct. 8 — A. A. picnic. Pop and hot dogs consumed in large quantities. Oct. 9 — Wash day and the movies in the afternoon. Oct. 10 — Nice nap in church this morning! Oct. 1 1 — Freshies sprout out in spotless white hats. How long; oh, how long? Oct. 12 — Columbus Day. The American History class began to look wise when the Bishop mentioned some dates. Oct. 13 — Crimson Rambler staff elections. Three cheers for otir joke editor! Oct. 15 — Volley ball tournament. Seniors vanquish Juniors, and Freshies the Sophs. Oct. 18 — Exams this week. Send me roses, please. Oct. 20 — Choir begins on Christmas carols. Oct. 21 — Men wanted for the Hallowe’en dance. Apply at First Avenue and A Street. Oct. 22 — Last day of this six weeks. No more worries for awhile. Oct. 25 — Susie did a flying arabesque on the floor today. Exams humbled her. Oct. 26 — Stunt practice. Costumes and scenery. Ye gods! Oct. 27 — Marj. Brennan shows the Seniors how to make ideal tights for chorus girls. May the ideals” hold together during our stunt! Oct. 28 — All the classes are desperately hunting for the banner. Oct. 30 — Stunts! Seniors and Eighth grade are the winners. Nov. 1 — Basketball. Nov. 2 — Excitement! We have a miniature earthquake caused by Alice Dick, and Dot Jane jumping on the art room roof. Nov. 3 — Miss Bothfeld to Leila and Barb ara in study hall, If you two kids don’t stop talking, one of you will be departing from this earth!” Nov. 4 — Latest sport is scrambled basketball.” Nov. 5 — We walk to the U. Miss Smith actually got there by walking. Nov. 7 — The choir sang at Garfield. More than ten in the congregation. Nov. 8 — Pictures for the annual. We smile and look pretty for Mr. Polk. Nov. 9 — Three cases of measles! Everyone carefully examines everyone else for further signs. y n h s- ' vJ C Hr YIen R)Gpjes cLi Q v p oH A clot e % it ©nm on Nov. 1 1 — Armistice Day. We throng downtown to see the soldier boys. Nov. 12 — No movies, on account of the measles, so Miss Mac sends us to the Capitol to look at the mummies. Evidently they weren’t supposed to have measles in King Tut’s time. Nov. 13 — Miss Mulford needs a compass when she plays basketball. Nov. 15 — Five more weeks until Xmas! Calendars are now in great demand! Nov. 16 — Macdonald Decree concerning silk hose and winter uniforms. Nov. 17 — Myra and Alice went to the dentist????? Nov. 19 — What happened to the Seniors when the lights went out? Nov. 20 — The Juniors step out to Shay’s and then to the Wilkes. My, aren’t they highbrow? Nov. 22 — A never-to-be-forgotten Monday! Bible class — ? Nov. 23 — Revelation tooth powder strongly recommended by Miss Mulford. Nov. 24 — Santa Claus has come a month early according to the boxes the boarders have been receiving. Food! Food! Food! Nov. 2 5 — Thanksgiving Day! No school and plenty of eats. Nov. 26 — Mr. Wood forgot to read the psalm in chapel today. Too much turkey, I guess. Nov. 29 — Silk hose still in vogue in some people’s opinions. Nov. 30 — Betty Botterill is becoming quite adept at playing on Myra’s saxophone. She is now practicing the C scale. Dec. 1 — Once more we begin singing Joy to the World.” Dec. 3 — Bazaar. A mad rush of candy making, doll clothes designing, and a washing of white uniforms. Spanish supper is loads of fun. Miss Evans makes some chef. Dec. 6 — Miss Faulder with no voice directs the choir. Dec. 8 — Even the hours are being counted now until vacation. (Jfye ©rmitfon Dec. 9 — Goodness Gracious! Six weeks’ exams. Gray hairs for us, and oh the poor faculty! Dec. 10 — The end of a hectic week! May there never be another like it. Dec. 1 1 — Dorothy and Ruth entertained the Seniors at lunch and cards today. I really try to learn to play bridge. Dec. 12 — Snow! Snow! Beautiful snow. All the infants go coasting while the choir irons cottas. 1927!! — Happy New Year! Jan. 10 — The return of ' the mob. Much talk of Hims and Hes. Jan. 11 — Gee, it’s hard to settle down to the eternal grind! Jan. 12 — The Senior English sang Scotch songs today, so don’t be surprised if you hear us all speaking dialect. Jan. 13 — Bishop Burleson gave us an interesting talk on his Indians. Jan. 14 — R. H. Gym classes are preparing to join the Orpheum Circuit. We’re building pyramids and all pretending to be modern Hercules. Iva and Evelyn are shining pillars of strength. Jan. 1 5 — There was almost a flood at the Salt Lake Theatre today when the boarders went to see Beau Geste. Jan. 16 — The boarding Seniors spent the evening with Miss Mac. May we have many more such lovely times. Jan. 18 — What’s worrying me is, who is going to eat the oranges that Myra and I purchased? Jan. 19 — What’s good for a black eye? I’m not say- ing where I got it. Jan. 20 — Plans for Pinecrest! Jan. 22-23 — One glorious week-end! We wage a fierce campaign against the ? The boarders are all scrubbed. Jan. 24 — No school this morning. Still warring against the ? Jan. 25 — Skating fever! Beginners prefer to eat standing up. Jan. 26 — Hurray! The return of the oranges. Jan. 27 — Review of reviews and still more reviews. $be ©r ' untfon Kamblcr g : Jan. 29 — Seniors entertain Miss Macdonald in Miss Smith’s room. Jan. 30 — John Barrymore in Don Juan.” Thrills upon thrills. Helen Keyser has only seen it ten times. Jan. 3 1 — Exams begin today. Feb. 4 — Nothing exciting except Mr. Henriques’ brave attempt to climb on the right note for the chant. Feb. 7 — We all go up Ogden canyon. Much face washing and burned marshmallows. Even the Bishop got his share. Feb. 8 — We wait in fear and trembling to hear the result of midyears. Feb. 9 — Miss Mac keeps the phone busy calling people to the office. Feb. 10 — More measles. Such luck. Why did I have to get them? Feb. 1 1 — Senior-Sophie at Shay’s. Feb. 12 — Sudden snow and Pinecrest. Casualties — Juanita flirts with the bob-sled driver and Virginia and Iva freeze their feet. Feb. 18 — R. H. broadcasting for men for the dance. Feb. 19 — The grand ball. We trip the light fantastic toe. Feb. 21 Feb. 22 -Much straining of vocal chords for basketball. -Washington’s Birthday. We hear the President talk over the radio. Juniors try to capture the Seniors. Ask the Juniors for the result. Feb. 23 — Teams sprout out in abbreviated trunks. Tournament begins. Basketball scores: Seniors 50, Sophs 19; Juniors 30, Frosh 20; Seniors 46, Frosh 22; Juniors 37, Sophs 13. Feb. 26 — Final game. Seniors champs. Score 27-24 over the Juniors. March 2 — Ash Wednesday holiday. Mar. 5 — Senior-Faculty game. Score 69-9 in whose favor? Mar. 7 — Even Miss Mac has spring fever. She jumped rope on the campus today. Mar. io — Goodbye diary, for a while. Marge can do her stuff now. Mar. ii — Miss Bothfeld extracted” a history question from Dot Van Dyke. Mar. 14 — Near East relief. Everyone interested in Margaret, but where is the money? Mar. 16 — Fire drill. Sally Preas loses her bloomers in the mad, systematic rush. Mar. 17 — Susie made her hair curl for three minutes today. Mar. 18 — Adios, Adios.” Mar. 19 — Iva, Marge, Virginia Rea and Alice give a breakfast at the Marion Lois Tea Shop. Mar. 23 — Betty Allison could stand the choir no longer so she decided to help it out. Mar. 24 — Last gym class for the Seniors. Hurray!! Mar. 2 5 — Beethoven assembly. 5tyc ©rmttfon Kamblcr g!! N§ % o y Mar. 26 — Gee whiz! Marge returns the job. Mar. 27 — May Susie still have brown hair when that Rambler” goes to press. Mar. 28 — Mary Grieve decides to give one leg a rest. Mar. 29 — Miss Hoppaugh returns for a short visit. Mar. 3 1 — Another cripple. Mary G. and Betty B. have a contest to see who can be the most graceful on crutches. April 1 — A quiet time was enjoyed by all. April 2 — No bad effects from yesterday’s excite- ment. April 3 — Senior play practice. Lines! Grief! April 4 — A faint aroma of coffee floated down the hall last night. Who’s guilty? Facul- ty or girls? April 5 — The choir tries sight reading on the recessional hymn. April 6 — Mr. Wood shows us the miniature church which he designed. April 12 — Seniors walk with a chaperone. Blisters? Practice makes perfect, you know. April 16 — Betty gets her new car. It” is very popular. April 17 — Snow, rain, hail! Doom for the new Easter bonnets. Easter breakfast. Choir broadcasts and sings at Garfield. April 19 — Seniors begin to leave the choir. Poor things! They don’t know how to behave without their vestments on. April 20 — Virginia Rea swims away with the diving championship for the fourth time. Aren’t we proud of her! April 22 — The Sophies give an Easter Egg Hunt. May 16 — Oh, dear; oh, dear! What times we live in! Did you ever hear that before? Well, anyway, it surely applies to this diary now. The poor thing has been neglected for so long I’m afraid I’ll never be able to catch up on all the news. It has been one grand rush of play practice, parties, and now the reviews are beginning! May 17 — Everyone is busy with preparations for the May Fight next Friday. It sounds very exciting. May 18 — I have a notion” that it is about time for the Rambler” to go to press, so — here goes a brief outline of coming events. May Fete, Faculty-Senior party, Senior Recital, Prom, Junior Play and Take-off. Here’s hoping the Seniors don’t die of curiosity before the latter event. Of course there are still a few mere parties to take place. Oh, yes, I almost forgot the Senior slumber-less party on the Friday after exams. We haven’t burned our books yet cither. Keep your eyes open, Juniors. So this is just about the end of the tale. COMMENCEMENT!! and may the Seniors live happily ever after! 5fye @rim on Katnbl l)c fitrittitfon tfint rts ® he Fine Arts have been unusually predominant at Rowland Hall this year. Music seems to be the outstanding one of these. We have enjoyed many lovely programs at school, and the Musi- cal Arts Course has been heralded as having the finest group of artists ever presented in the West: Outstanding among the Musical Arts programs was that of Galli Curci. Her lovely voice and beautiful choice of songs thrilled all who heard her. Rosa Ponselle, who is reported to be another Galli Curci, was very much appreciated. Ruth Miller and Mario Chamlee gave us an agreeable taste of what the Metropolitan Operas must be. Gabriliowitch was greatly enjoyed, especially by the music students. The New York Stringed Quartet achieved a marvelous blend of tones, creating an unusual beauty of color and calling forth a great deal of praise. Paul Kochanski’s program was fully enjoyed. The beauty of his famous violin was enhanced by his most skillful playing. Mrs. Castagnoli has had marvelous success with her art classes this year. The Senior play scenery fully vouched for this. The dancing classes have also accomplished a great deal. A dancing review was given to raise money for a ball-stop around the tennis court. This review was beautifully done, and one of the best ever given in Rowland Hall. @rrni on Ikecttals - } - he Junior Recital was very good indeed. Miss Faulder had a fine group of selections played by the girls, and Alice Thomas and Helene Harms- ton each rendered a vocal number. Mr. Skelton presented Martha Sparks and Loveday Wood, who did very well, and in addition to this he played two solos accom- panied by Miss Faulder. The Senior Recital, which had been looked forward to, was a veritable success. Everyone who played did exceed- ingly well. During Music Week Miss Faulder had Helen Keyser play several numbers at Mr. Skelton’s recital. She played beautifully, and surely represented the Hall in a way that we are proud of. Miss Faulder gave the upper school an at home” pro- gram on Beethoven’s birthday. She gave a short talk about him and his works, which was most interesting. Miss Townsend played some of his Sonatas, and thanks to her we had use of the Panatrope. One of Beethoven’s famous sonatas was played on this for us. The program was greatly enjoyed by all the girls. During Music Week several of the girls, including Mary Grieve, Helen Keyser, Barbara Meyers, Alberta Jamieson, Miss Townsend and Miss Faulder broadcasted a lovely pro- gram over the radio. On Friday, May 7, a recital was given for Music Week. This one was especially enjoyed and praised by all who attended. Eighty-seven 0 ©nrotfon $ropj)ecp - 4 - The noble Seniors consulted the Fates, Their future lives to know. Where would Life lead them, through what gates? And where would each one go? They resorted to a science old as old But full of wisdom so they were told. They consulted the stars and the crystal so clear. And the secrets they learned, you are going to hear. In this burning crystal ball Looms a shop quaint and prim. Letters short, letters tall, Beckoning ye to enter in. Harris Hairdom creates for you Curly hair, looks natural too.” In this ball of fire and flame Winds a figure on a stage, Wringing hands and moaning blame. Tragic, sorrowful, weeping rage. Ann Wilkie! Can’t place the name? Cynthia Blood, who’s risen to fame. A gleaming car glides down the street, A handsome chauffeur in livery clad. With soft brown eyes that make hearts beat, A lady enters, rich but sad. The chauffeur tips her hat with glee. The lady says, Home, Mary, we’re due at three.” All of a sudden the ball turns red, High C’s and A’s follow along in a line. An aura of color surrounds the head. Birdlike trills clear and fine. ’Tis a prima donna, a little bit stout, Helene Harmston without a doubt. The scene now shifts to gay Paree, With widows and fashions galore, Intriguing brown eyes, and a silk clad knee, A dancing couple glides over the floor. The heart-breaking widow, a gay divorcee, ’Tis Myra Remington, indeed it is she. A sudden change comes over the ball, A vessel on a silent sea, An expedition of scientists, all Working for the sake of botany. And one in mannish clothing clad, Dorothy Corfield, deeply absorbed in her latest fad. A white sandy beach in ’the crsytal glows, A neat sport roadster slides to a halt. And out jumps a figure, clad in rose, A bathing beauty without a fault. She’s slim, she’s blond, she has nothing to do. Dot Van Dyke? Yes, sounds like you. A golden bird shines in the sky, And rises far above the clouds. The pilot steers with steady eye, A person envied by the crowds. Wittenberg Planes” the smoke trail drew, No need of insurance, they’re quite safe for you.” The crystal resounds with a childish song, A circle of tots in a Mother Goose” room; When the teacher appears, the playful throng Begins to sing a familiar tune, Good morning, dear teacher,” they chant with glee. Iva Chandler, ’tis you we see. ? ©nrntfon A sudden rush in a shell ruined town, We see in the crystal clear. Some doughboy marching o’er blood-stained ground, Not stopping for death or fear! While following up this death’s parade, Captain Rea leads her relief brigade. Greenwich Village the ball displays, A studio cluttered with genius and art, Statues and paintings of every phase, And all of a beauty that touches the heart. Working, creating with feverish zeal, Is Marjorie Brennan, her fame fate will seal. Quiet beauty, artistic taste. Mademoiselle Modiste appears. Surveys her domain, with no sign of haste; Assures a patron, calms her fears, Your gown will be ready, yes, these pearls will do.” Let Gin Dougherty design for you. The ball displays a lovely home. With all that heart desires. A garden in which an artist might roam, And the house with its cheery crackling fires. Chatting with friends, and pouring tea, Is Mildred Hunter, married you see. A riot of color fills now the air, It’s a garden of dainty delight; And strolling along with no worry or care, A girlish figure comes into sight. She’s a butterfly girl, carefree and gay. Ruth Vorse — not changed one bit, so they say. We behold in the crystal just ceasing to spin; A small outer office, with a closed inner door. Two men wait expectant as the typist goes in. They are speaking of contracts, and movie lore. The door opens. Will you sign it today?” Fine, Miss Thomas, the scenario’s due in May.” Alice Thomas and Virginia Daugherty. Eighty-nine 2fl)e ©rmitfon Mentor Characteristics e iealet - • (}• - g gS gj T is night — a night filled with silent drizzling rain and whispering leaves. Silence reigns. I am alone on the bank of a river of mystery. It utters no jpg® sound, not a ripple disturbs its expanse as it winds stealthily on. The inky blackness throws into relief the pale ribbon of sickly light which is the nearest approach to color. Only in this strip can any ripples be seen, and they seem to be always still. The tiny, almost dew-like drops of rain make no splash, no sound, as they are gathered into the blackness. They melt into it without their usual frolic and are carried relentlessly along. Cold shivers play tag along my spinal cord. What if I were to slip into this depthless gloom, would I, with a sigh of forgetfulness, melt into it as the rain-drops? I am slipping, T try to scream, my body refuses to obey the summons of my panic stricken brain. With a sigh of anguish I feel myself being gathered into its chilly folds. An indescribable terror possesses me and I begin splashing feet and hands against wave and tide. Then a miracle! I find that with rhythmic movements I am able to keep myself well above water and to move in any direction I choose. I decide to return, when I see something bobbing along near my side. With the approach of this object I see to my amazement that it is Mary. Well, Mary, how did you get here?” I demand. Oh, Mother pushed me in.” Then we begin discovering more heads floating around us. The one nearest proves to be Alice. To our question she replies: I was writing a poem and couldn’t describe the feeling of falling into cold water so I thought I’d try.” And you, Gladys?” I was sketching and didn’t notice where I was going.” There’s three others, let’s find our their reasons.” Susanna — I was trying a new dance step and slipped in.” Iva, breezily — Oh, I just wanted to learn something new.” Cynthia — I saw some of the others doing it so I did.” As others appear we question them in their turn. Virginia Rea — It looked so tempting that I dived in.” Virginia Dougherty — I thought it was the right thing to do.” Ruth Vorse — Oh, just for fun.” Dorothy Corfield — I saw a chance to collect come class dues from all you kids.” Mildred Hunter — I came in for my Spanish grammar.” Dot Van Dyke — I have a date over there on the other side.” Helene — I thought I heard someone singing.” Myra — I got tired standing on the other side so I jumped in.” Then without warning a boat glides into our midst; in it are seated Miss Macdonald with Bishop Moulton rowing valiantly. Smiling courage and good will she tells us: Concentrate on your movements, girls. Make one action count for something. I had to swim across before.” Bishop, winking broadly at us: Sit down, Miss Macdonald, you are rocking the boat.” With confidence in ourselves and with this beckoning light we swim to reach the shore. We are there; our victory is won! Marjorie Brennan. @rrni on Ninety -one ©rmrtfon Mentor Class Pap -«►- THE BLUEBIRD A Fairy Play in Six Acts ' By Maurice Maeterlinck T resented by The Senior Class of 1927 e Adapted and Directed by Marta Castagnoli t Assisted by Augusta B. Smith Music under the direction of Miss May Faulder Scenery designed and painted by Rowland Hall Art Class Scene I Wood-Cutter’s Cottage Scene IV The Palace of Night Scene II The Fairy Berylune’s Palace Scene V The Kingdom of the Future Scene III The Land of Memory Scene VI Wood-Cutter’s Cottage ©nrntfon CAST OF CHARACTERS Myltyl Tyltyl Light . . . , Fairy Bcrylune Neighbor Berlingot J Daddy Tyl 1 Graffer Tyl I Mummy Tyl ] Granny Tyl f Father Time Night Dog Gat Bread Milk Sugar Water Fire The Neighbor’s Little Girl .... Cynthia Blood . Susanna Harris Dorothy Van Dyke Virginia Dougherty Iva Chandler Alice Thomas Virginia Rea Mary Grieve Gladys Wittenberg Dorothy Corficld Myra Remington Mildred Hunter Ruth Vorse Helene Harmston Marjorie Brennan Marie Bamberger Ninety-three CAST OF CHARACTERS — Continued Brother Pierrot Sister Madeline Death 1 Sleep J Soloist The Children of the Kingdom of the Future Hours and Moonbeams Martha Sparks Eleanor Wardlaw Peggy McIntosh Helene Harmston Lower School Lower School Dancing Class THE CHILDREN OF THE KINGDOM OF THE FUTURE Jane Cowen Robin Parker Peggy Merry J. T. Tyree Betty Tyler Hoyt Smith Peggy Weylan Eugenia Penick Margaret McCarten Gloria Bamberger Winnifred Mebster Virginia Lambourne Ruth Elaine Docile Charlotte Louise Merry Jean Louise McClanahan Martha Sparks GUARDIANS Beverly Cook Margaret Lambourne ®rrni£on Cjje 3unfor=jfreBi)mcn plumber $artp - - No! Ne’er was such a party staged In the annals of Rowland Hall As the one that the darling Freshies gave To their sister Juniors all. Towards eventide we all sped out, O’er smooth macadam road, To the Keysers’ charming country seat — How joyously we rode! Once there, we chose our rooms and mates And funny mix-ups had. And then played bridge till dinner time, (You know this is the fad.) At dinner, we had loads of fun ’Twixt food and talk and jest. And then we scampered up to dress, For each must look her best. The boys are here,” thus rang the cry, And then the fun began. We danced, and when the dancing pall’d Retired to the divan. Bridge and dancing, dancing, bridge; Thus the evening sped. And all too soon, the boys were gone. We must away to bed. To bed, ah yes, but not to sleep, E’en though ’twas after one, For when we were undressed, why then The fun had just begun. We visited the other rooms. And had a pillow-fight, But finally we settled down And bade our mates good-night! Next day, the sun woke us betimes; Came peeping o’er the hill, And called to us, ' ' Get up my dears, Don’t say you’re sleepy still!” We did get up, and early too. We wouldn’t miss the fun, So just before our breakfasts We had a rousing run. Our appetites soon satisfied, We longed for exercise, And donned our hikirig clothes, pronto, A glorious enterprise! We hiked and posed, hiked and rode, Till we were quite worn out, So we retired for luncheon, ’Twas fine, without a doubt! Then after that, we bridged and danced; And had a wondrous time. But all too soon the cars came back, And oh, it was a crime! We had to bid our host adieu, And pack our bags once more; And hie us back to Rowland Hall Our holiday was o’er. But we shall ne’er forget that time We spent at Keysers’ home, And ne’er shall we a better have No matter where we roam. The Juniors — Ema and Mefp. l)c ®rirn£on Books tn 0m Htbrarp We Must March The Gym Class Pilgrim’s Progress All Grades Below the Senior Class Little Dorritt Doris Hunt Innocents Abroad The Freshies T wo Confederates Delight Dole and Helen Keyser The Flag Staff Mildred Mickelson The Rivals Juniors and Seniors The Crisis Exams The Valley of Vision Miss Macdonald When We Were Very Young Kindergarten The Christmas Carol The Choir Much Ado About Nothing Betty Botterill Heroines of Service All Tennis Players The Call of the Wild Pinecrest Vanity Fair Helene Harmston K Kay Hardy Solitude Quiet Hour In Days of Old The Boarders The Promised Land Senior Class Surprising Antonia Betty Allison The Book of Knowledge Frances Porter The Crossing Between the Eighth Grade and Freshman Class The Light That Failed The Hope of a Successful Bluff Up From Slavery Sophies The Phantom of the Opera Report Cards Captains Courageous Basketball Captains H. E. ®rim on Ctiucatton zAs a Comfort « ’Tis a word with an ocean of meaning, Yet simple to say for it’s small; Oft times it requires loads of scheming In order to have it at all. A companion eternally with you, Which ill luck can never suppress, No enemy can ever outdo, No climate can ever distress. At home ’tis a friend sorely needed And abroad ’tis an opening to all. A person when once he’s succeeded Oft forgets that without it he’d fall. ’Tis a solace in everyone’s loneliness And helps all who work for it well; ’Tis something which always is worthless If the truth we have not learned to tell. And so tho we find it at first hard, And think daily lessons a grind, Still, later in life it’s a safeguard From the evils you so often find. Susanna Harris. 2fyc ©rim on Che JHorntng fter the Jfright before The first gray glimmers of light are ]ust be ginning to sift through the robes of night ; spring breezes are stirring. Save for the occasional squeak of the beds or the moaning of door-knobs all is silent. Suddenly voices begin to rise out of this quiet and these shrill ivhispers become louder. Oh, I say, leave me a piece of that cake you pig.” Shut up. You’d have some if you’d release your clinch on that sandwich a minute.” Ssh! Shush! Shush! Someone will hear us.” Oh I won’t be shushed, so there! Ooh! Ugh! Booh!” I told you c o, smarty. I knew you’d knock that cup of coffee over. The joke’s on you. Ha! Ha!’’ Hey, go easy there. There’s a squeaky board right there. No, no, your’re on the wrong place. Back up! Now, right ahead, and all will be O. K.” Oh my heavens! Those papers! (A sigh.) You go near them again, and there will be one grand slaughter. How many times have I told you that there’s nothing to eat there now.” Jiggers! Silence is golden, when our lives are at stake.” All right, it was only the bed squeaking.” Say, why did you disturb us for that? Silly! We haven’t any too much time anyway.” For-thc-luva-Mike. Don’t fall in the coffee pan and drown!” Who said I was goin to? Well, sure tastes great, only there isn’t any more sugar.” Pass me the nuts.” Hey, me too; me too; and some rolls and some sandwich goo.” Ummm! Yummy, this is good!” Go easy and don’t get tangled up in those teddies!” Now do justice by the crumbs, and don’t miss any!” Eek! Eek!” Ssh, what is it, honey?” Oh, my! (Sniffle, sniffle, squeak.) There’s the nicest piece of cake under those teddies, and I can’t get it. I want it. I’se hungry. I wanna dink.” There now! You’ve wakened them, and we’ll have to go. Hurry, hurry! Eek! Eek! Get in there quick!” (Three mice scamper away.) Oh shoot! Why did you turn over? There was the cutest family of mice finishing up our feed. All so cute and furry, and such a cunnin’ baby one too.” Mice! I’m not going to get up ever! O-o-o-o-H!” Virginia Dougherty. (Krimtfon Sokes Miss Darville — in Gym — Heads between ears. I cawn’t find it. I cawn’t find it. Issued forth. Mrs . Rea happened in and asked — What’s the matter? Miss Faulder — Well, dash it all, I thought I was in my own closet. i Virginia Newby — What was that funny smell? Miss Faulder — What did it look like? i Juanita — Miss Townsend is the fairest teacher. Virginia C— Why? Juanita — Because she gave me F in History. i Do you know that in 1928 almost all of the present Sophomore class will have graduated and another set of pests will be lording it over the Freshmen? Evelyn — I call my ink pig. Martha — Why? Evelyn — Because he is always running out of the pen. Miss Macdonald — We would like to have you for dinner Sunday. Bishop Moulton — Goodness, I’m afraid you will find me rather tough. i Lucy Ann — May I be excused? I don’t feel well. M ss M ul ford — Where do you feel worse? Lucy — In English. i Miss Bothfeld — I believe you missed my class yesterday. Lila — Why, no, I didn’t; not in the least. i M ss Smith — Let my hat represent the moon. Dorothy — Is the moon inhabited? i For Sale, Piano, by girl with carved legs. Miriam is so lazy that she puts popcorn in her pancake batter to save herself the bother of flop- ping them. i Many golfers stand too close to the ball before hitting it. Miss Evans’ trouble is that she stands too close after hitting it. Ninety-nine 2fyc ®r‘mi on 3oktz First Cannibal — The Chief has hay-fever. Second Cannibal — Serves him right. I warned him not to eat that grass widow. i Ruth V — I shall never marry until I meet my opposite. Dot — Well, there are quite a number of intelli- gent boys around here. y Alice T — Tell me, Susie, why they use knots instead of miles on the ocean. Susie — Because they have to have the ocean tide. How far off from the answer to the problem were you? About four seats. y Betty B — What’s good for a sprained ankle? M ss Dari ill e — From the looks of it you had better try soap and water. y Betty A — You’re a poet, and don’t know it. Your feet show it. They’re longfellows. Frances Porter — Say, you’re getting Whittier and Whittier. % -• 413 - CAN YOU IMAGINE? Susie without her black purse? Cynthia with straight black hair? Betty Botterill without her bluff? Virginia Rea last in line in cafeteria? Gladys without her trombone laugh? Miss Smith spending a week-end at school? Mary Grieve being economical? Helene with a boyish bob? Alice without her temperament? Miss Bothfeld using no slang? Evelyn Hagelin as a ballet dancer? Miss Mulford without her letters from Harvey? Virginia Dougherty in a hurry? Frances Porter joining the Vanities”? The Spanish class not studying at noon? The choir being enthusiastic? Lilabel never being absent? Miss Mac remembering to come to her Senior English class? Mrs. Castagnoli as a sedate matron? Any Senior strolling into English class? The fire alarm ringing during a test? The halls not squeaking after mid-night? ®1)g ©rimtfon 3(1) e ©rmv on Kamblcr - Cf)e g a rior of 35alusf)ma ittlf. Whang Tzu was very happy. She had always lived in peace and security cn the far out-skirts of the town Balushma in China. She was rather poor, but cf good family, so was thus admitted to the gardens of the rich to play with their children. She loved the dainty, brilliant Chinese flowers; she loved the deep azure sky; she gloried in the brief storms; she loved the birds; she was contented with life. One wealthy old lady friend of hers of whom she was very fond, had given her a horse whom she called Baluatin. Him too, she loved. Horses being very rare in China, it was an especially lovely and appropriate gift. She was the only girl among all her acquaintances who had a horse, and therefore she was much envied and petted. Her Baluatin had very rich trappings, and a tiny box-like affair on the top in which she could sit. There had come rumors of a Bcxer uprising, but it was not, thought to be very serious. The people considered it too far away to be of much importance to them. Of course every man, woman and child knew what a Boxer was, and hated them with instinctive dread. They were even considered as devils. One day as Tzu sat playing with the flower fairies, she heard the rhythmic tramping of feet. She jumped to her tiny feet and saw not far off, what seemed to her to be a horde of cruel barbarians. She could tell that they were Boxers by their strange mode of dress, and something ominous in their manner. She stood terrified, rooted to the ground. Finally the thought surged ever her — she must warn the town in time to close the gates, lest they all be burned, tortured, massacred by the Boxers. She darted to the stables, but no one was there. She had never saddled a horse, but she could not take time to hunt for the stable boy. Without a thought for the consequences she sprang up, straddling Baluatin. Never having been ridden in that strange way before, he turned, after one rear, and dashed in the direction of the town. She gasped; how to stay on this horse — how to guide him? All these questions were fruitless. Suddenly arrows and shots began to whiz past her ears, but swift and steady the horse galloped cn — past trickling rivulets; past tree and brush and surprised bird; past endless flower gardens that stretched far into the hazy distance. Still she managed to cling on, her tiny hands tightly entwined in the horse’s mane, her eyes bright, but blinded by the rush of stinging wind. As she dashed through the yawning portals she heard a challenge, but still her steed headed onward. New she cried, her voice all but choked by fear. The Boxers are coming, the Boxers are coming!” Up the crooked street she galloped, hurrying groups of fearful men and women congregating in excited crowds, behind her. When Baluatin came to an ivy-covered wall he stopped, reared, turned, and started back for home and cats as his rightful dues for carrying his little mistress so swiftly. New a real panic seized the girl’s heart. Why would he not stop? They were headed straight for the Boxers! But still onward galloped Baluatin, in spite of her choking entreaties for help, help! But no one headed her. On on! they flew, the sand rising in clouds from the flying hoofs of the horse. Finally now she could see the oncoming Boxers. Baluatin slowed down — there was nothing else to do — he stopped. She was seized by the leaders and when they learned how she had destroyed their hopes of surprising and capturing an undefended town, she, as the savior of Balushma, was put to a cruel death. But still the townspeople love and honor her, and still her statue may be seen as an inspiring souvenir of how she looked astride her great horse Baluatin when she warned the town. — Helen Keyser. ®bv ®riw on Jftambler There’s a Friend for Little Children,” whispered the Seniors, as they made their way Through the Night of Dark and Sorrow” to a midnight feed. But the next morning they wail around With Broken Hearts and Contrite Sighs,” We Are Weary of Earth and Laden With Our Sins.” Soon a new semester opens and We Rejoice, Give Thanks and Sing” or How Firm a Foundation” we shall have as a result of our hard work. Exams, and we say Work for the Night Is Coming,” and indeed we’ll deserve our rest, so In the Hour of Trial” pray that we’ll not flunk out. In the meantime Fight the Gocd Fight,” for we play the Faculty today. And al- thoueh it’s Forty Days and Forty Nights” without any desserts, When Morning Gilds the Skies” on June eighth With Gladsome Hearts We’ll Come.” ' Ecila. -•{) rn n 31 c A Day Pupil But I’m sorry. I’ve lost my voice. I forgot my pen. I’ve lost my pen. I’ve lost my book. I didn’t have any clean stockings. My eyes bothered me last night. But my uniform is at the cleaner’s. I had to stay home, mother was ill. I didn’t know it began at seven. But she asked me to have cafeteria with her. s A ' Boarder Oh, I was just coming from the lav. My mirror is in such a bad light, I didn’t know I had too much on. Well, I didn’t have lessons so I thought I could write letters. I have high arches, I must wear high heels. Why, I never knew we couldn’t do that! Well, I’m not the only one who does it, they All my oxfords are dirty, so I Well, we were so hungry for oranges I can’t walk, I have a blister on my heel. Virginia Dougherty. One Hundred and three @nm on Hfrotolanti f all cijool §£ ong; Oh, here’s to the name of Rowland Hall, Great school of the golden 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; But 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 to our Rowland Hall. One Hundred and Five ©ritntfon Co JHp ilatip The tiny glistening spider-web Never can compare With the silky softness Of my lady’s hair. Anyone who chanced to meet her, I swear to you, my dears, Would simply have to marvel At my lady’s ears. Even the cleverest chemist Could never mix the dyes, That would rank at all. With my lady’s eyes. And the weest of wee slippers, Of a maiden sweet, Would look like gun-boats Upon my lady’s feet. You wonder at such beauty, Net often it’s been seen. She’s only a little donkey. My little Modestine. Kay Hardy. g mall i The wind called to me And it said Be free!” Ah, me Free! Free as the clouds that drift in the sky; Free as that bird flying so high; But when I looked at the far-reaching sky; And when I heard the wind’s teasing sigh; I knew that it could never be; Such freedom for just me. Because the clouds, the sea, the sky, All make me feel, How small am I! Ecila. ©rrnitfon 0 o Blessed are the poor in purse For they shall be reinforced. Blessed are the dumb, For they shall inherit good marks. Blessed are the homesick, For they shall be comforted. Blessed are they that tremble and quake before tests, For they shall be rewarded. Blessed are the wicked, For they shall see Miss Mac. Blessed are Alice and Myra, who are punished for oranges’ sakes, For the oranges shall not be theirs. Blessed are ye when teachers shall test you, And give all kinds of marks against you, For so persecuted they their victims who have gone before you. M. R. «BK DAYS i Blue days, gray days, — Gliding down the steps of time; Cloudy days, and rainy days, And then — the days that shine; The laughing, dancing, golden ones With sun and smiles and song. Those are the days that are too few, They only come and are gone. Ecila. ©rmrtfon C!)e Rogues’ Waller? i M ss Faulder — Convicted for stealing two minutes off the first period. Miss Bothfeld — Accused of indulging in a picnic laugh at the dinner table. Miss Jordan — Charged with drowning out several altos in choir practice. Miss Smith — She commanded a class to take the life of Caesar. Miss Krall — She led the Faculty team to its downfall. Miss Mulford — Charged with the crime of feeding the Faculty after mid- night. Miss Darville — Ffer absent-mindedness is a menace to the community. Mrs. Man pin — Guilty of carrying a dangerous weapon at night. (Eye wit- nesses will testify to this fact.) Miss Townsend — Convicted for trying to force Mr. Henriques to take too high a note in the chant. Mrs. Castagnoli — Charged with a large account at the drug store. M ss Heckcrt — Guilty of coming in late at night and waking her room-mate. Miss Evans — Guilty of not hearing the rising bell. Mrs. Rea — Guilty of being too good to everybody. Mr. Wood — Accused of smiling in chapel. Mrs. Oakes — Suspected as being the only rogue without a crime. Miss Mac — Last but not least is the most notorious rogue of all. She is ac- cused of many crimes, but the most outstanding one is the fact that she is the ring-leader of all the other rogues. Ecila. -••■€( ) 3 — For the sake of preserving effect and your dignity — Squash your prunes in the cream. And he said, SH! Oh, isn’t it lovely out today, Miss. Quick, let me behind you! Here SHE comes. JIGGER!!! Walk chain-tep after one a. m. Always have your door open slightly. Sleep out when you don’t want to make your bed. Eat while the eating’s good. Be slick as a raincoat. Have that kindergarten stare up your sleeve. Wear full sleeves and fur-trimmed coats. Never come home with a chocolaty breath, you might meet someone. Conceal gum in left cheek when talking. Never drink too much water for breakfast. Learn the value of closets and under the bed. V. D. One Hundred and Nine ®rmt on In Assembly Hall is silence — Not a pindrop can be heard — In fact it seems as if it all Were girlishly absurd. But glance again, my hearties — Despair clouds every eye, Gloom hovers o’er the atmosphere, Let’s find the reason why. We see courageous marching Before the grim-faced band, The many scared offenders Are taken right in hand. A cold eye scans the ankles, In silk so neatly clad; It roves down to the foot-gear, ’Tis high-heeled — Oh! how sad! At last the trial is over. The legs return in lisle. The feet in low-heeled oxfords No longer boast of guile. And why this dread occurrence — You haven’t guessed at all? Why, girls have dared silk stockings At the school of Rowland Hall! Bill. THE N. O. Y. B. CLUB The N. O.Y. B. is a club for all, The fourth, fifth and sixth, and seventh so tall, We’re all very jolly and never complain. Always merry and rising to fame. Margaret Campbell, Sixth Grade. 0 C )t Romance of iHafetng a Betr H hat an uninteresting task it is to make a bed! Every morning the same old duty of putting one blanket over another. To make this worse a bed is a very common looking article since there are never any pictures on it except on children’s beds. Of course there is the thought of its looking well-made” when finished, but soon this loses its interest and one finds oneself just throwing things on to get through as quickly as possible. If the maker has a persistent and hardy imagination the tediousness of this chore may be lightened, but it must be one that never tires of the same source. As for mine, it never does, because in the time of making a bed one can’t go very far and there are always more things to add to the same dream, and new situations and ideas. There is a certain blanket on my bed which is incorrectly termed Indian, but even though its name is incorrect that doesn’t prevent me from pretending it isn’t. I don’t see the gaily colored blanket that I am smoothing down, but instead a large plain, dotted here and there with white wigwams. The Indians are sitting out in front of them making baskets, rugs, pottery, beads, and many other things. That is all demonstrative of peace and content, but suddenlv a cloud of dust arises in the horizon and from amongst the dust vapor a rider is discerned approaching at his topmost speed. At the front of my tent he steps and gives me the message of war. A foreign band of Indians is encircling us.” I, the great war chief, then summon all my braves and hold a great pow-wow. War is determined on, and all the people are informed, hub-bub and disorder rule. War paint is floating, rolling, thrown around, daubed here and there on the brown skin of my warriors. Then our horses are mounted and awav we go, I, at the head, with so long a trail of feathers attached to my head piece that they fly out in a long string and are flapped by the wind, just as if they had each returned to their former place. In the midst of this battle I float back to the present time and find that blanket in place, but bv no means finished with the other one. This next cover, a quilt, furnishes two different sources which arc used according to my moods. In Scotland, among the heather slopes in the midst of a great band of sheen with a crook in hand, I am watching my sheep while they are grazing. A shepherd bov, what a pleasant thing it is to be one, just to wander among the hills and lie down in the cool grass to watch the clouds go floating by and dream. Here and there in great num- bers are lovely wild flowers, boasting of their freedom in every petal, and every now and then I wander upon a cool brook with a large shade-giving tree overhanging it. Other times I am a very little old lady, of seventy-five years ago, dressed in a very old fashioned way with a small voile cap perched on top of my head and a dress of gray silk that is hooped out,” and I am going to a quilting party. I bustle around helping other women make their quilts so that so that I too will have some help in the making of mine. What a good time I did have at those parties, learning all the news of the surrounding country, and then the refreshments! My dream begins to fade a little here owing to a lack of knowledge, nevertheless I am sitting before the large fireplace, with a great many other people, popping pop-corn. Then a ride home in a sleigh on a sharp and cold night. This dream also soon fades away, and I find myself just standing, with my bed all finished for another twenty-four hours. — Evelyn Hagelin. 2(l)c ffiruntfon ftermatJ) With apologies to Rudyard Kipling When the Seniors’ last tears are shed And they’re through with their caps and gowns, When the doors of school are closed, And the boarders are homeward bound, You shall rest, and faith you shall need it, Be free for a month or two, Till the chief of all good students Shall set you to work anew. And some who were Seniors, so good They shall rest at home for a year, They shall dwell in a state of perfect bliss With all to aid them there; And others shall go to college And not study hard at all And shall dance untired for ages With no chaperones at all. And each her own master shall be, And only herself shall blame, And none shall run by shrieks of bells, And none shall walk herself lame; But each for the joy of freedom, And each in her separate realm Shall live her life as she wishes With only herself at the helm. Virginia Dougherty. ©l)c ©nm on OlieCtvd. $heiShij has vvgg tjJieTut- ivery yack, £$ht Prczv wz soufht is won. ©rimtfon 9lutograpl)S )£ v yc ®nn on Kamblcr e Ng308| Co ®ur ttocrttsers anti patrons The School and The Crimson Rambler Staff wish to express their sincere appreciation and thanks to those who have aided so generously in making possible the publishing of the 1927 Crimson Rambler. We the Staff feel greatly indebted to them and sincerely hope that the school will patronize our advertisers upon every possible instance. «f Hundred and Fifteen (Jfye ©rirntfon IRambler p£| 3Ltst of jTrtentio anti patrons -o- American Linen Supply Co. Allison, Dr. R. S. Arrow Press, Inc. Anderson Jewelry Co. Eamberger, Mr. Clarence Bennett Glass and Paint Co. Butter-Krust Baking Co. Boyd Park, Inc., Jewelers Bctterill Automobile Co. Consolidated Music Co. Daynes-Beebe Music Co. Deseret Book Store Famous Players Lasky Corp. Fulton Market Glen Brothers-Roberts Music Co. Hunter Thompson Shoe Co. Hogle and Co., J. A. Hillcrest Pharmacy Evans, Mr. L. A. Gunnison Sugar Co. Fendall Ice Cream Co. Independent Ice Co. Keyser, M. A., Fireproof Storage Co. Kipp’s Market Lambourne, Ernest, Floral Shop Leyson-Pearsall, Jewelers Keeley Ice Cream Co. Lumiere Studio Maple Leaf Dairy Martha Washington Candy Co. Nordberg, Dr. Harry R. Pembroke Co. Polk, Keen, Photographer Rotisserie Inn Salt Lake Wet Wash Salt Lake Photo Supply Co. Salt Lake Stamp Co. Salt Lake Transportation Co. Salt Lake Engraving Co. Schramm-Johnson Drug Co. Shipler’s Skelton, Mr. George E. Sunset Color Works Taylor Company Utah-Idaho School Supply Co. Utah Paper Box Co. White Motor Co. Utah Power and Light Co. Western Fuel Co. Western Printing Co. Walker Bros. Dry Goods Co. Walsh News Co. Z. C. M. I. Dept. Store Kodaks and Finishing SCHRAMM-JOHNSON DRUGS TS[piv operating Twenty-eight stores in Five states Furniture Storage Packing Shipping M. A. KEYSER FIREPROOF STORAGE COMPANY 328 West Second South Street Phones: Was. 5722 or Was. 5723 Maple Leaf Dairy Delicious — Wholesome MILK y CREAM Unexcelled for Family Use Clarified, Pasteurized i Dependable Service i New Modern Plant: 1067 South State Street Phone: Hyland 407 DRUGS PRESCRIPTIONS CANDIES OUR ICE CREAM SPECIALTY HILLCREST PHARMACY 170 First Avenue The POPULAR DRUG STORE Phone Was. 2865 We Deliver Martha — Her first ride on a train. The conductor came through the car yelling, Tickets, please.” She handed him her ticket. A- little while later the train boy came through, crying, chewing gum.” Martha turned to her companion and said, Goodness, do I have to give that up too? One Hundred and Seventeen APP flW ™PPfcSS APPf PPfci _ APR( PPE c h o o 1 Annuals dr? very satisfactorily produced by r- PRINTERS y BINDERS y ENGRAVERS OFFICE AND BANK OUTFITTERS 62 West Second South Salt Lake City, Utah ' Branch Vhone Exchange Wasatch 3 80 School Editors : Submit your problems to us and let us help you with ideas, designs and dummies. This service is free and puts you under no obligation. SEE US EARLY IN THE SCHOOL YEAR APPOW Unsb APPOW THIS RAMBLER PRINTED AND BOUND BY US APPf ppci ADPfyw APPO W _ - 1 UI bb Compliments of Botterill Automobile Co. Salt Lake City, Utah One Hundred and Eighteen Betty Allison — Do big fish eat sardines? Frances Porter — Yes, Betty. Betty — Well, but how do they get them out of the can? Walsh News Company JOHN W. WALSH, PRESIDENT AND GENERAL MANAGER DEALERS IN FULL LINE OF MAGAZINES, CANDIES, AND CIGARS Also all necessaries that go to make up a first class news stand DRUGS -TOILET ARTICLES Main Office at Our Drug Stare — Interurban Station Salt Lake City, Utah UTAH-IDAHO SCHOOL SUPPLY COMPANY Everything for Office and School ” School Supplies, Church and Theatre Furniture i School and Office Supplies Text- book Depository 1 5 5 S. State St. Salt Lake City, Utah BROWNMILLER Ladies’ Tailoring Dressmaking Remodeling i SUITE 318-19-20 BROOKS ARCADE SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH Wasatch 1620 Wasatch 1684 Residence Phone Wasatch 3 348- J Keen Polk Official Photographer for Rowland Hall Photographs Anything, Anywhere, Any Time Tor traits In the Home a Specialty 223 Regent Building Miss Faulder , in class — Girls bring along your favorite hymn next Wednesday. Virginia D. appeared bte Wednesday, her hair ruffled and her face pink, exclaiming breathlessly, I tried to but he wouldn’t come. One Hundred and Nineteen Every Meal a ' Pleasant Memory” i ROTISSERIE INN Italian-French Restaurant C. Rinetti and F. Capitolo, Props. i 323 S. Main Street Salt Lake City e Advanced Engineering « Advanced Performance Hussmanized Advanced Standards Sanitary Market Make White Trucks and Busses the Most ' Better M eats Satisfactory and Economical i i i . Cleaner Meats Quicker Service i i i The WHITE COMPANY KIPP’S MARKET 372 S. State St. 2 5 Third East Street Wasatch 5341 A Collection of P hot o graphs OF YOUR FRIENDS WILL, SOME DAY, GIVE YOU SINCERE PLEASURE. YOUR FRIENDS, TOO, WILL LIKE TO HAVE YOUR PHOTOGRAPH IN THEIR COLLEC- TIONS. LUMIERE STUDIO 6 South Main Street Ground Floor — No Stairs to Climb Buy a Gruen a “Most wrist watches are unattractive and many of them are unreliable. The famous Gruen watches are always good investments as they are not only very beautiful but also cor- rect timepieces. Leyson-Pearsall Co. 236 Main Street Exclusive Agents Lilabell — You’re a coward! You’re afraid of your own shadow. Mildred M. — Well, why shouldn’t I be? It looks like a whole crowd following me. One Hudred and T unity TAYLOR COMPANY Manufacturers of Class Rings, Pins and Awards A convenient and courteous place to do business 162 S. Main Street (Second Floor) TO YE STUDENTS OF ROWLAND HALL Congratulations on your splendid success during the past year. Let us serve you in the future as we have in the past. DESERET BOOK COMPANY 44 East on South Temple Athletically Inclined or No You’ll Love These Sport Clothes You may not even play at” the game of golf, nor knew how best to clutch the tennis racquet — but the players or no one else can restrict you from wearing sports clothes as chic as these at Z. C. M. I. You’ll find here gay sweat- ers, hats, flannel ensembles and sports going frocks. Students Select Your Wardrobe at Z. C.M.I. 13-33 South Main Independent Ice Company P. H. GOGGIN, «! Manager 25 5 West So uth Temple Phone Was. 465 5 The Ideal Graduation Gift ” A BEAUTIFUL For List of successes see BABY GRAND PIANO GEO. E. SKELTON Daynes-Bccbe have them in beautiful brown mahogany and on easy term d C2 Q C as low as P -J C -J Violin Tuition 4 i i i DAYNES-BEEBE MUSIC CO. Older than the State of Utah ” 61. S. Main Street Salt Lake 306 Hooper Building Wasatch 4480 Martha McLean — Honestly, did Bud say I was a dove? Betty Botterill — Well, her exact words were, a little pigeon-toed. One Hundred and Tuenty-one Compliments of GUNNISON SUGAR COMPANY Quality in Jewels Today’s charm of design and dash of smartness with a background of quality that has become traditional. BOYD PARK JEWELERS y 106 MAIN STREET SALT LAKE CITY For our success we are indebted to our friends” R enneM Phone Wasatch 4074 FENDALL’S Ice Cream of Quality 33 5 East Second South STEINWAY WEBER LESTER STECK BRINKERHOFF and other Pianos DUO-ART Reproducing Piano There is one great intermountain institution where anything in music and musical merchandise can be procured. Superior Musical Service” = FIRST Of ALL RELIABILITY CONSOLIDATED MUSIC COMPANY EVERYTHING IN MUSIC 117-119-121 Main Street ORTHOPHONIC VICTROLAS AND RECORDS C. G. CONN Band and Orchestra Instruments LEEDY Drummers’ Equipment Kay walked into a bank and said, I want a charge account here, please.” (In case you do not understand this, ask me.) One Hundred and Twenty-two Salt Lake Laundry We specialize on all classes of FINE LAUNDRY WORK Wet Wash i Rough Dry All Ironed Phones Was. 13 76 1381 Electric Servants in Your Home Save Time - Labor - Money We’re proud to be in a business that helps to free womankind from the taskmaster of hard work. i i i Utah Power Light Co. Efficient Tublic Service Western Printing Co. Makers of High Grade Printing i i i 2 59-261 South West Temple Phone Wasatch 343 5 Salt Lake City Compliments of MR. CLARENCE BAMBERGER Alice D. — I’ve an idea. Betty O’C. — I’ll bet it’s a good one, beginner’s luck. One Hundred and Twenty-three Widths AAAA to E Sizes 4 to 9 Art in Footivear and Hosiery FOR THE ROWLAND HALL MISS “Peacock.” SILK HOSIERY in all the new shades Parchment Calf with tan Galuchat trim . . $10.50 Chiffon or Chiffon Service Silk $1.65 Silk $1.95 220 Main HUNTER -THOMPSON JESSE THOMPSON, Proprietor Better Shoes The CINE KODAK Salt Lake’s Leading Credit Jewelers, tells the story in motion pictures Designers and Manufacturers of and is easier to use than an ordin- FINE JEWELERY ary Kodak. Let us show you. Le us make your Class Pins and Rings i i i Visit Our Store! SHIPLER’S 144 South Main ANDERSON’S 263 South Main Street SALT LAKE STAMP CO. Manufacturers of Class Rings Bronze Memorial Plates Celluloid Badges, etc. i 43 West Broadway Salt Lake City, Utah Let’s go to KEELEY’S Ice Cream Candies Cakes Luncheons Five Popular Stores . SaltJMe m _ PHOTO SUPPLY CO. Careful Kodak Finishing UTAH PAPER BOX CO. 144 West Second South Mary Grieve — Are you through with the finger bowl yet? Edna Grieve — Through? I haven’t even started. I’m waiting for some soap. One Hundred and Twenty-four Cordially invites the girls of Rowland Hall and their parents and friends to shop at this great store. We take this opportunity of congratulating the graduates of Rowland Hall, and extend our sincere best wishes for continued success to each and every student and the institution to which they belong. Paramount-Empress Theatre Victory Theatre e America ' s )Iost ' Beautiful Taint and Wallpaper Store i i i SUNSET COLOR WORKS Phone Wasatch 5758 Salt Lake City, Utah TAXI AND Phone was. Salt Lake Transportation Co. , Miss Townsend — I knew a girl that played the piano by ear. Miss Bothfeld — ’Snothing. I know an old man that fiddles with his whiskers. One Hunched and Twenty-five Compliments of The BUTTER-KRUST BAKING CO. Phone Wasatch 2201 THE FULTON MARKET Wholesale Marketers of POULTRY AND EGGS 246 W. First South Salt Lake City, Utah Compliments of The AMERICAN LINEN SUPPLY CO. ERNEST LAMBOURNE Florist Salt Lake’s Leading Florist You all know Ernest” 67 5 South Main Phone Was. 1516 J. A. HOGLE e CO. HOGLE INVESTMENT CO. Bond Dealers and Stock Brokers . Real Estate and Insurance Members of: t Salt Lake Stock Mining Exchange V New York Curb Association U Chicago Board of Trade U So e tA gents for: V Bonneville and Federal Heights Direct Trivate Wires to: All forms of Insurance Eastern and Western points One Hundred and T wenty-six Alice T. — I tore up the sonnet I wrote last night. Myra — Tore it up? Why that was the best thing you ever did. A friend once wrote Mark Twain a letter saying that he was in very bad health, and concluding: Is there anything worse than having a toothache and earache at the same time? Twain wrote back: Yes, rheumatism and Saint Vitus’s dance. — Ladies ' Home Journal. i i Well, I am surprised,” said the teacher, a little severely, and turning to the new pupil: Johnny, perhaps you can be serious long enough to tell me who swallowed Jonah?” I don’t know,” was the new boy’s amaz- ing response, but I’ll bite if nobody else will. What’s the answer?” Ma,” inquired Bobby, hasn’t Pa a queer idea of Heaven?” Why do you ask that?” ’Cause I heard him tell Mr. Naybor that the week you spent at the seashore seemed like Heaven to him.” WESTERN FUEL COMPANY Distributors of KING COAL 269 4 South Main Was. 2667 e American Trinting Company Commercial and Catalog Printing Engraving and Bookbinding Wasatch 5226 42 Post Office Place Salt Lake City, Utah CALLAWAY, HOOCK FRANCIS Salt Lake ' s Greatest Gift Store Suitable gifts for all occasions Silverware Dinnerware Glassware Art Goods 66 South Main Phone Was. 2084 The happy person is one who con- tinually progresses. No student who slacks up after graduation will be happy. A good book is a friend who will come to your aid when needed, but will not bore you when you desire solitude. Have many such friends con- stantly within reach. Gynthia — Why do the Chinese eat puddings? Susie — To fill up the Chinks. One Hundred and T wenty-seven