Sacramento High School - Review Yearbook (Sacramento, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 150 of the 1919 volume:

Sacramento High School June Commencement 1919 B 4 .yo ' 'gui'-up 54 r r fs ONE fi A 'Q' .9.a-.g-5gs5ex,,- f2f4sgu1..gf3Q.-' '- CE T Xiu nm., - u ps TUNE! if 1 . K 15' ,. 1 . All 1 5 1 1 ' I it uf, 1 Cover Design, by Frances Miller. Autographs ,.,.r,,.,..,.....,.,,,,,,, Title Page, by Frances Miller ,.,..,.,,,,,,,,,,,....,,,,,A.. L Lake Tahoe Scene .........,.... Contents ........,.,,.,,ococ. Dedication ...,...o,oo.cY.......,,.., Appreciation ...,i.,i. ,.oooo,.,... Motto, by Frances Miller List of Faculty .....,............,. List of Graduates... ........ Graduates ,.............. ....... Class Will ...............,........... Class History ............... ...... To the Wild Flowers, by Ruth Mason ...................... Prophecy ...,.................,........ Literary Activities Freshmen ..... ....... Staff ............ ....... Editorials Snaps ......., . Athletics Jokes .... 1 Q if 1- 2 3 4 5 6 7 3 9 10 11- 30 31- 37 38- 39 40 41- 60 61- 82 83-102 103-111 112-113 114-115 116 117-132 133-148 his issue nf The Qfiehiefu is behi- rateh, faith graiihxire, in nur Srhunl, fnhere fur fnur gears ine haha fnurkeh anh plzxgeh, :requiring knnfnlehge anh experience zmh pufner in meet Iife's greater struggle- e, the members uf the Qlleiriefu statf, in behalf ut the Seaim: flllass, take this uppnrtuaitg tn extenh nur greatest appreniatiua aah sinzerest thanks tn gltltr. winters, fur his euntrihutinns tn the fart fepartment, aah tu all thnse fahn helpeh in ang fuag tn make this Qtlehiefn uf the A class nf '19 a success 7 N 1 H 'sggflfuw Q WWA S W 1 -P x , ,4 ekvgjjff 'J9 NQMSQQ X C ' 1 1'- 1 l . 11-hs: ff' H 3.12 5 W Hn N 3VQ4i6m -GQ M43 Kr 1 wiwf PJIXWQ3 lg? g 'Qi MW NZ? ,fl xx? wvfx I N 6,2 exllx ',f'1, 4-Af! LxN 4 3' lr 1,7 Y - 4 if 'A' rv! 23395: sa 7 9' M f'X :nl 57-1 -- - f IM I pf '-Y Faculty of the Sacramento High School - 'H. 0. WILLIAMS, principal E. J. BERRINGER ....,,. ..,...,..........,,............,.,...,....,,,.... ....,.,.,,. ....A....,...,.....,. A c t ing Princplal S. MAUDE GREENE .......,. .,..............................................................Vlce-Principal S. G. McLEAN .....,. ..................,... ,........ H e ald Commercial Department MISS LILLIE M. RIBLE ........ ,..........................,...............,.......... E nglish MRS. RUTAN ...,......,.,...... .....................,...... G rammar, English MISS MAUDE JONES .....,., ...,..... D rama., French, English MISS SARA ASHBY .....,..,...,.. ........ P ubllc Speaking, English MISS CARA M. FINNIE ........ ........ - .......,.....................,. E nglish MR. EDGAR A. RIPPEY ....... ........ J ournallsm, English MISS RUTH E. McGREW ............. ......... E conomlcs, History MISS HAZEL BELL ...,....,.. ............................... H istory 'MISS LAURETTA FERGUSON ....... ..............History MR. F. G. KELLOGG ..,,.............,.. ................. H iSt0!'y MISS KATE HERRICK .... .,........ La, tin, Greek MISS MAY SEITZ ............... ..................... L atln MISS JEWEL MCCOY ....,. ........... ..,,......... Sp a. nlsh MISS ANNA BARKER ......,..,..........., ............. .......... S p anlsh MISS HENRIETTE ANDRIOT ....... .. ......... ......... .. .... Fr ench MRS. MUDGE ...............................l... .......,.......... Fr ench MRS. ANDERSON .............. ........,. M athematlcs 'MISS BELLE COOLEDGE ........ ....... M athematics MISS FLORA CROWLEY ........., ,.....,,.. M athematlcs MISS ABBIE TRACY .....,.......... ...,....., M athematlcs MR. C. RAY BENDER ..... ............................................................. P hyslcs MR. I. KELSO ...... ,...... ......l......... ....,........,.................,................,....,...,.... C h e mlstry MISS KATE McGRAW ................. ........ P hyslology, General Science, Zoology MISS GEORGIA BENTLEY .......... ..........................................,...............,...... B otany MISS ESTHER GUTHRIE ........ ........ B lology, Zoology MISS ELLEN HUGHES .......... ........l..................................................................... M usic MRS. HERMITAGE .............. ....................................,..............................,...,.. H armony MR. C. D. WEBSTER ........ .......,.. R adlo, Astronomy, Drill, Survey and Map MR. H. W. LAUER .......... ......................................... M etal Work and Forging MR. A. V.-WILDE ........,.... . MISS JEAN CROFTON l......l. ....... A rts and Crafts MISS LOUIE WILLITS ......... ...............,.......,. D omestic Art MISS ELMA LATTA .....,..... .....................,.....,. D omestic Art MRS. JACKSON ....................... .................... D omestic Art fMillineryl MISS LOUISE NELSON ....... ........................................ D omestic Science 'MISS MARY BAIRD. ..... .... ............ T 3 'ping, Penmanship, Stenography MISS GRACE DUFOUR ........ .......... ....... ...................................... T y p ing, Stenography MR. C. J. MARTIN .,.........., ..................,.... B ookkeeplng. Arithmetic, Stenography MR. V. A. MCGEORGE ........... ..., L aw, Correspondence, Bookkeeping, Arithmetic 'MR. A. H. BITRD .............. ............................................................. T yplng, Salesmanship MR. C. R. PARKER ............ Typing, Geography, Spelling, Stenography, Athletics MR. S. Mc-LEAN ...............,..........,................ . .................. Industrial Geography, Typing MISS VERA TOWNSEND ................ ................ Girls' Physical Training MISS FLORENCE OLIVER ......... .....l. .,........................ G i rls' Physical Training MR. A. T. GOLDSMITH .......... . ......................................................... Boys' Gymnasium MR. E. L. HAWK ........ ...... ....... , ....... S a lesmanship, Penmanship, Office Practice MISS EDNA ZIMMERMAN ..... .. ........ . . .. , ........ . ...... ...... . . ....................., ...Recorder MISS MABEL SNYDER.. . . ..,....... Secretary a'--A bsent on leave. 10 REVIEW List of Graduates ALBRICH, ELEANOR ALPEN, RICHARD ANDREWS, DOROTHY ARMSTRONG, EVELYN ALLEN, WINNIFRED ALBRECHT, FREDA BERCHER, EDWIN BERNREUTER, ROBERT BLAIR, ETHEL BOYD, LAUREN BOYD, RUTH BRICKELL, DELILAH BURTON, LOLA BAZLEN, FRIEDA CADLE, EVELY N CAPEN, MILDRED CARROLL, MARIE COFFMAN, GLADYS CROWELL, RUTH CUNNINGHAM, RUTH CHAPPELL, RAYMOND DALTON, JACK DONG, LILLIAN DUNSTER, FRED DOHERTY, GEORGE DUNIGAN, LOLITA DUTTON, EILEEN ECKMAN, HARRY EHRHARDT, ANNIE ELGES, ZELMA ERAUW, THELMA FAY, ELOISE FERN, VERNA FLOWER, ELSA FLYNN, EDNA FLETCHER, AILEEN FORMAN, NATHAN FOSTER, REGINALD FRAZIER, EDITH GEIGER, EDNA GLIDE, HENRY GOLDSTEIN, BEN G-ONG, GEORGE GORDON, CLYDE GREENWALD, CLARA GRIESEL, EMILY GUTENBURG, CATHRYN GREER, MYRON HAINES, MABEL HEINTZ, MARY HEINTZ, CATHERINE HOLLAND, LEONARD HORNBOSTEL, ESTHER HULLIN, PHILIP HEANY, DELLA HING, ROSE HYATT, PHYLISS HUGHES, GORDON ILSLEY, MILTON JONES, DORIS JONES, PAUL KAESAR, LILLIAN KEEFE, ALICE KIMBALL, BLANCHE LAIDLAW, IRMA LATOURETTE, LEONA LINK, ELIZABETH LOWRY, GEORGIA LUBMANN, BLANCHE LYNCH, NELLIE LAFFERTY, BEATRICE LONGSHORE, JAMES MCANEAR, ANNA MCPHERSON, IRENE MEYER, HERMANN MEYER, STANTON MEISS, MILDRED MILLER, FRANCES MILLS, GEORGE MONTGOMERY, BEATRICE MORTON, EVA MORSE, CARLTON MURCELL, JACK NICKELL, WALLACE NODA, TADAO OLIVER, LOUISE O'CONNOR, EMMETT OSBORNE, CLEO OWEN, LOTTIE PALMA, ANDRES PEBBLES, RUTH PELLIGRINI, ENSO PARKER, MARRILEE PARKER, VIRGINIA PAUL, DOROTHY RASMUSSEN, CLARA ROSE, LOIS RUTAN, ELIZABETH SCHARDIN, HELEN SHOEMAKER, JEANETTE SEVENS, GENEVIEVE SEXTON, KENNETH SHAW, MARGARET SHAVV, CLARA SIEBE, ESTHER SIMS, WILLIAM SLAWSON, MAUDE SMITH, HAROLD SMITH, LAWRENCE SMITH, IRIS SO, TOSHI SOULE, MARY EMMA SOULE, HELENA STEBBIN, MARIE STEPHENSON, DWIGHT STEPPAN, EDNA STEWART, ELEANOR SULLIVAN, MARGARET SCHOEFER, ERNEST SHALAG, MARIE SKEAHAN, MARGARET STEARNS, WARD SUMNER, VANCE TAYLOR, THELMA TRACY, ANNIE TRAVERSI, MARY TYLER, AGNES TABOR, LAWRENCE TRAVIS, ELEANOR WAIT, ELWOOD WARNER, LOIS WARNOCK, VIVIAN WEAGANT, MURIEL WEBB, ELIZABETH VVELLS, ETHEL WHITE, FRANCES WOOD, GEORGIA WOODRUFF, EDNA WAYMIRE, VIRGINIA WEBSTER, ANDRA WILL, MYRTLE WILLIAMSON, FENTON WITTENBROCK, BERNICE YOUNG, JAMES E , . , 1 Ln. ff, Ea 4. 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REVIEW' ZLJAQHE JMVBALL. i QYDL QORD OM Mm CLASS XVILL AW im LASS ILL K S 32 REVIEW E, THE SENIOR CLASS of June, 1919, insisting that after four years, more or less, of laborious application to our arduous studies, we are not insipient, and are still capable of articulating our superficial sentimentalities and promulgating our esoteric cogitations with a marked degree of intelligence, do hereby, eschewing of platitudi- nous ponderosity, bombastic phraseology and buffoonery, will the above accomplishments to the unsophisticated incoming Senior A class and individually we do bequeath the following: I, Audra Webster, being sound of body, mind and heart CD do hereby will to Pete Addison Read my facility in repartee in Miss McGrew's History 8. I, Phil Hullin, do will and bequeath my standing in cadets to Ducky Morrill, who is a striving young sergeant. I, Blanche Kimball, having lost all my surplus energy working on the Review, do hereby will my one bad habit of laundering my curly locks every Sunday to Lyndall Sage. I, Lois Warner, being at this moment under the influence of my poorer judgment, do hereby bequeath to Wallace Breuner my sweet dis- position, hoping that it will still lend its sunshine to old S. H. S. after my departure. I, Frederick Dunster, do hereby will my sentimental disposition to Eleanor Rader, as I know from experience that she needs it badly, and also my position as trap shooter in the orchestra to Lester Schwoerer. I, Clyde Gordon, hereby will my first period study to some sleepy sophomore. I, Lauren Boyd, do will to Lawrence Corbett my big feet, which, added to what he already has, makes just a little bit more. I, Elwood Waite, hereby will and bequeath my ungodly Visage to Wallace Breuner. I, Margaret Shaw, do hereby will my two years of cooking to Evelyn Goodson, in hope that she will keep Fred Pennish in good trim. I, Ruth Boyd, after much thought and deliberation, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to use slang to Mr. Bender, in the hope that he will use it in the same way that I have. I, Clara Shaw, do will my knowledge in shorthand to Robert Duck and hope that he may find as much pleasure in the study of it as I did. I, Myrtle Will, do will my good-will to some poor innocent Sopho- more just entering from Stanford. I, Muriel Weagant, do hereby bequeath my soulful eyes to one who needs them for a purpose unknown Ol to the world. I, Emmett O'Connor, do will my ability to keep in trim before games to Pete Reed. I, Lawrence Smith, do hereby will my rank in cadets to our future major, Harold Diggles I, Ben Goldstien, will everything I got, which consists of two but- tons and a bottle opener, to J oe Charles Burr, knowing that he will not be able to use the latter after July lst. I, Winifred Allen, do will and bequeath my angelic giggle and sweet disposition to Ruth Renfro, thus giving her all the pleasure in the wide, wide world. I, Georgia Wood, do hereby will my leisure morning hours to any future senior who may need them. I, Edwin Bercher, do will my ability in mathematics to Edwin Schoenbackler. l I, Wallace Nickell, do will my cheery disposition to Mr. Kelso. I, Robert Bernreuter, do will my struggle to be a corporal with my final crowning success l?J to Henry Knauer. CLASS WVILL 33 I, Edna Flower, do will my delightful habit of blushing on all occasions to Grayce Phillips, with the hope that she will enjoy it more than I have. I, Eloise Fay, do will my studious habits during registration period to Edith Ehrhardt. I, Delilah Brickell, in an insane moment, do will and bequeath my valuable gift as a chorus girl in recent follies to Sallie Glide. I, Irene McPherson, being about to depart from the Sacramento High School, do will and bequeath to some ambitious debater my office of Chairman of the Entertainment Committee of the Forum Debating Society. I, Blanche Lubmann, do hereby will and bequeath my habit of sitting and gazing into space during biology period, yet coming out with a passing grade, to Dorothy Hullin. I, Carlton Morse, will to whoever feels called upon to accept same, the large wad of gum which may be found under the first chair in the front row in Mr. Bender's room. I, Loda Van Matre, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to josh Mr. Bender to Donald Phipps. I, Anna McAnear, do hereby bequeath my aristocratic nose to Mary Clare White, in the hope that she will appreciate its graceful archi- tecture as much as I. I, Dorothy Paul, do hereby bequeath my daily joy-ride to Ruth Mason, with the hope that she will enjoy them as much as I haveg also my success in obtaining excuses by the single statement, The stage was late. I, Clara Rasmussen, do with all my heart will my beloved middies and good standing with Miss Crofton to Fern Posner. I, Freda Albrecht, do will and bequeath my fondness for attending school regularly to Muriel Booth, and my towering height to Miss Dufour, hoping that she will benefit by it. l, Lois Rose, being possessed of all five senses, desire that my set of false teeth be put on display, as souvenirs of the class of '19, in the library, where all who come may see them. I, Mary Emma Soule, being of sound mind and body, do hereby will and bequeath to Lucille Knapp my quarterly resolutions to reform, knowing that she will be more successful in fulfilling them than I have been. ' I, Beatrice Lafferty, do will and bequeath my Dutch cut to Kath- erine King. I, Marrilee Parker, do hereby bequeath my bashful manner to Mar- garet Marshall, I, Francis White, do hereby will my privilege of sitting with Will Kuby during registration period to any girl, and hope she reaps enjoy- ment from it. I, Elizabeth Rutan, do will and bequeath my ability to do other people's Latin to Lillian Wright and any other pupils who need it. I, Leonard Holland, do hereby bequeath my perennial nap during the 5th period to Ray Cutter, hoping that he may enjoy it as much as I have. I, Tadao Noda, do hereby bequeath my membership in the Mathe- matics Honar Society to Wallace Terry. I, Della Heaney, do hereby will my shyness, to be divided equally, and given to Mavis Wirts and Lester Wait. I, Lillian Dong, do hereby bequeath to the class of February, 1920, my superfluous amount of class spirit-in other words, Pep. 34 REVIEW I, Doris Jones, do hereby will my tiny steps and tight skirt to Eleanor Clementz. I, Edna Steppan, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to blush to Tom Grimshaw, who needs a little more of that commodity. I, Mabel Haines, in order to satisfy the secret longings of Eleanor Taylor, do hereby will her the beauty spot on my right cheek. I, Lola Barton, do hereby will and bequeath to Mildred Macy my position as cashier in the National Bank of Room 18. I, Frieda Bazlen, do hereby will and bequeath my noon recreation as a willing milk-maid for Miss McGrew to some conscientious t?J Soph- omore. I, Catherine Heintz, do hereby will and bequeath to Florence Benson my luck of being called on every day in History 1 by Miss McGrew. I, Lottie Owens, with no malicious intent whatsoever, do hereby will to Crawford Williamson my air of boredom in journalism, hoping that any reprimands he may receive therefor may affect him as little as me. . I, Emily Griesel, bequeath to Evelyn Hopkins my place in Glee Club, hoping she may fill it as well as I did. I, Lillian Kaeser, do hereby will and bequeath my love for red heads to Annie Lee. I, Irma Laidlaw, do hereby will my ability to evaporate H20 from the high school tennis court before playing tennis to Emily Neubourg. I, Eileen Dutton, do hereby will my excess avoirdupois to Blanche Culton with the hope that she will make good use of it. I, Leona Latourette, do hereby will and bequeath my six freckles and one missing tooth to Harriet Moreland. I, Henry Glide, do hereby will my ability to smoke Palos with a million-dollar air to Henry Stine. I, Mary Heintz, do will my proficiency as a professional hash slinger to Eleanor Roder. I, Jeanette Shoemaker, believing myself to have as much sense as usual, do will and bequeath my long suffering and much abused zoology toad to Frances Stuber. , I, Annie Ehrhardt, do hereby bequeath my conscientious scruples against Hditchingi' to Marion Watson, with the fervent hope that she will make frequent use of it. ' . I, Virginia Parker, bequeath my extra credits to Ruth Renfro, hoping that they will aid her in graduating. I, Cleo Osborne, in this my last will and testament, do hereby bequeath my Blue and Gold necktie to Professor Martin. I, Vivian Warnock, do hereby will my natural curly hair to some unfortunate girl who is in the habit of having her hair marcelled, hoping it will save her a great deal of money. I, Edna Woodruff, do hereby will and bequeath my much over- worked method of marcelling to Carter Knowles. I, Helena Soule, having by some unknown process gained two extra ounces of gray matter, and not wishing to carry this extra burden, do will them, together with 1ny mile-a-minute line, to Harry De Campos I, Ruth Cunningham, do hereby will my gracefulness in physical training to Annie Lindstrom. I, Evelyn Armstrong, do hereby bequeath my position a.s Miss Hughes' right-hand man to Eleanor Brown, so that the lengthy part of the orchestra and Glee Club may still be represented. CLASS VVILL 35 I, Ruth Pebbles, being under the influence of a horse's neck, in this my first, last and only will and testament, do force upon the unwill- ing Ellen Kanaley a memory of our lasting friendship. I, Helen Schardin, do hereby will with no regrets my long, wavy brown hair to our dear Mr. Berringer, realizing that after his long brain- fagging struggles with the senior class during the past year this legacy will be much needed. I, Annie Tracy, do hereby will my ability to be at school every day to Stella Cravens, and my knowledge of Spanish to Ethel Cook. I, Aileen Fletcher, do will and bequeath my extreme lack of knowl- edge in French 4 to Rosemary Harkin, hoping that she may not have use for the same. I, Helen Geiger, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to play golf to Lauren Upson. I, Iris Smith, do will and bequeath to Virgil Cusick my ability to catch the early morning stage. I, Mildred Meiss, do will and bequeath my ability to get I's from our soldier teacher, Mr. Kellogg, to Clarice Gilmore. I, Elizabeth Webb, do hereby bestow upon Frances Stewart my gorgeous yellow sweater, hoping that she can scrape up as much nerve as I did in order to wear it. I, Herman Meyer, being small and insignificant, do hereby will and bequeath my seat near the door in Miss Herrick's room to some Sophomore suffering from Latin, who may wish to make a hasty exit. I, Marie Stebbins, do will and bequeath my towering height to Bee Scroggins and my ability to pronounce Latin names to Leah Went- worth. I, Maude Slawson, by this my last will and testament, do hereby solemnly bequeath my thoroughly serious attitude toward everything to the Sophomores. I, Louise Oliver, do hereby will my modesty to Dorothy Hullin. I, Ethel Blair, hereby bequeath my germs for great ideas to Harold Thatcher. I, Marie Carroll, in this my last will, do bequeath my wonderful knowledge of spelling and correspondence to Eleta Elliott. I, Bernice Wittenbrock, do hereby will and bequeath my afternoons off to an Orpheum admirer, namely, Charles Wise, knowing that they will be appreciated by him. I, Clara Greenwald, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to make 1- in Virgil with small effort to Carol Doane, provided she does not abuse the privilege. I, Eva Morton, supposed to have good sense, do hereby bequeath my love of gmynasium to Claudia Day. I, Agnes Tyler, do hereby bequeath my ability to prove a point to the Right Honorable James Kerchival Knapp. I, Stew Stewart, do bequeath my baby stare and bleached blonde hair to Dorothy Walsh. I, Virginia Waymire, do hereby will and bequeath my sedate manner to Miriam Watson, in the hope that she will profit by it. I, Dorothy Andrews, do hereby will and bequeath all my blushes fnatural and otherwisel to Elsa Dean. I, Reginald E. Foster, hereby leave my fondness for being absent to Ed. Morey. I, Ethel Wells, in deep sympathy with her, do bequeath to Leona Willoner my far-famed Oregon complexion. I, Ruth Crowell, do hereby will my knowledge of French to Rose Kiernan, and my good behavior in Senior English 8 to some poor Senior. 3 6 REVIEW I, Fenton Williamson, do hereby bequeath, with no restraint, all of my good intentions to Virgil Cusack. I, Stanton fGrampJ Meyer, do will to some hungry little Soph. my ability to jolly the cook in the Cafeteria. I, Esther Hornbostel, otherwise known as Beanblossom, do hereby will and bequeath my prize rags to some poor unfortunate who wishes to compete for a future rag-day prize. I, Rose Hing, do bequeath my ability to carry on a French con- versation to some less fortunate and ambitious Sophomore. I, Alice Keefe, do leave my pug nose and gold fillings to Helen Pipher, with the hope that she may derive as much misery from them in the future as I have in the past. I, Beatrice Montgomery, hereby bequeath my long delayed wisdom tooth to Eleanor Reigg, that she may meet wisdom. I, Margaret Sullivan, do hereby bequeath to Marguerite Hoesch the space I have filled up in this school for the past four years, hoping that by the time she graduates she will be able to fill it. I, Marie Shalag, do will to Jackie Miner my ability to row around an island in Southside Park in two minutes without getting excited or losing my oars, and to Jo Lyall my fondness for blue eyes. I, Edith Frazier, do hereby will my wonderful voice to Ruth Gar- field, in hopes she may use it in sight reading. I, Eleanor Travis, do hereby will my ability of cutting Gym. to Merle Schneider. I, Esther Siebe, do hereby will my ability in athletic dancing in the Eighth period gym. to Opal Prissler. I, Geneveive Sevens, do hereby will and bequeath my ability for securing absentee slips to some future Seniors. I, Elizabeth Link, do hereby will my extreme fondness for jour- nalism to some future sufferer. I, George Gong, do will my tools made in 1916 and ever since kept in the machine shop to Mr. Lauer. I, Zelma Elges, do will and bequeath my large sense of humor to Ethel Cook and Louise Steiner, with the hope that they do not overuse it. I, Cathryn Janice Gutenberger, do, after careful consideration, will to some future journalism student my pleasure in daily gazing upon the beaming countenance of Mr. Rippey. I, Edna Flynn, do hereby will and bequeath to Edith Roberts my ability of getting into Mr. Kellog's first period class just as the last bell rings. I, Richard M. Alpen, being of sound body but somewhat failing mind, do will and wish upon any ambitious young Senior B who aspires to learn the science called Physics the great love and good will which our beloved teacher, C. Ray Bender, has so frequently and generously lavished upon me. I, Phyllis Hyatt, do will and bequeath to Felicia Foss my place at noon on the steps of the German Lutheran Church. I, Lawrence Tabor, do will and bequeath to Harold Todd my place at noon on the steps of the German Lutheran Church. I, Mildred Capen, do hereby bequeath my ability to read French to Dorothy Robinson. I, Nellie Lynch, do hereby will and bequeath my ability of speaking to strangers to Arthea Blackburn, hoping she will handle it as tenderly as I have in the past. I, Thelma Erauw, do will my tall and Willowy figur to Daisy Cline. CLASS WILL 37 I, Gladys Lillian Coffman, after careful consideration, do hereby bequeath my office as Senior A representative of golf and archery in the Girls' Athletic Association to some promising athlete of the Junior class. I, Lolita Dunigan, do hereby will and bequeath my cease- less chatter to Elta Dickenson and my brilliancy in office practice to Fay Schoenbackler. I, Harold Smith, do hereby will my bashfulness to Duckey Morrell. I, Frances Miller, the sole female in Mr. Bender's Physics 8 class, hereby will and bequeath my said single and enviable position to Sallie Glide, to have and to hold in her Senior year. I, Melton Ilsley, hereby bequeath my ability to interpret a fairy successfully to Muriel Bradford. I, Mary Traversi, do hereby will and bequeath my irresistable giggle to some Sophomore, for future use in Mr. Martinis bookkeeping class. I, Dwight Stephenson, believing myself to be sound of body and maybe mind, do hereby will my ability to take corners to Wallace Breuner I, Andres Palma, hereby bequeath my job in the Sixth Company as sergeant to Junior King, and my seat in the Civic and History classes to those who are pro Philippine independence. I, Evelyn Cadle, do hereby will and bequeath my black starched hair and everlasting middies to Helen Argall. I, James Young, do hereby bequeath my ability to perform original experiments and to break test tubes to Bob Reed, a future student of chemistry. I, William Sims, do hereby bequeath my position as first baseman to some tall freshman. I, Myron Greer, do hereby bequeath to one Dutch Benedix my ability as a cadet officer, and may he use same to get a passing mark in drill. I, Georgia Lowry, do bequeath my protectorate over that arm- smasher the yellow dog to one who has mastered 'a loud machine, namely, Sheldon Rainey. I, Enso Pelligrini, do will my seat in Latin 8 to anyone who is foolish enough to take it, and to Frank Genshlea my ability to get The Chronicle first in the library. I, Kenneth Sexton, in perfect state of mind, do hereby will and bequeath my overworked Latin pony to Bart Cavanaugh. I, Jack Dalton, leave my credit at the Capital Hotel Barber Shop to that vamp of Room 16-Mr. Martin. I, Harry Eckman, believing myself to be in my right mind, do donate to the High School Museum all specimens I have dissected during my physiology course. ji J... i N, fig f ..',,' f. -.5 Y oz , ' if l.,a': .3 - at 4? H. .Q Q. VQO' fs- in-'lag -.-,-, ' '.':i . .V f- 'ID .L QOH isj.'. -fig. pi !' .- ' '. 'ff' '. I '--:hr-' ,oily sf!--Q.. .:s,-.I 'Q I ' 'SPF I 11' ' Qi' ,:.9 .o, , W .U : l Of ' 'O Iago gy: .Q g.-Q i .gn .u , Q' 0 3.-yu.. .. Q ban. ...,...A H . ..o-..,, . . M Q . ,..6: ...g :ag--Q.. Q: 41.0.3 -gum 33 ,ig Q!! 32,1 Qoli -.1 .21 at 5-5 --1 3 :Q -Qu! '.' 'P,f:o- I' IO 1 ' . . -'1 I- ,QQ 01. -g .U ., ...A O .-,Q Q. '. ' . -.I 1 Q' ' f-ul - 'I Isa -0. ' '52 g. .O' Q, 1, , -0 l ,1l'- 's ,,' , -,o' ' J 3 f ' W .--' l'1':'-'I -g.-,,:' 94-1' -3-019' g9Ei . .5--ew... f4sfffff-M 5- x'J,U,-.17 HE CLASS OF JUNE. '19, is about to separate, and each member to take his new place in the great game of lifeg but before leaving old S. H. S. let us look back on our four years of high school life. Have we done anything to make the school remember us? I think so. To begin with, we have set new standards and established prece- dents which we hope other classes will follow. In our trials and expe- riences we have both taught and been taught. Of course, as we look back we often say, I would have done that differently . But it is by experience we learn, and if our experience has taught the succeeding classes anything, we shall feel well repaid for all our struggles. We feel repaid, anyway, as our labors have not been in vain, and we ourselves have learned something every time we tried to do anything. We have done things differently from the very beginning, since those glorious Freshmen days at Harkness in 1915. We were the first Freshmen class to attend that school. XVe founded there a well-estab- lished organization with self-government as a principle. A glance at Harkness today tells the tale of how far we succeeded. In our Sophomore year, under the guiding hand of Miss Hamilton, we organized, adopted a constitution and began in the main school to carry out our policy of originality. We were the only organized class to buy a bond. On Sophomore Tag Day sufficient money was raised among the members of our class to buy this bond, and then, characteristic of the generosity of the class, we gave the bond to the Parent-Teachers, Association to serve as a nucleus for the cafeteria fund. Then the cafe- teria Was a far-off dream. Today We have a modern, Well run cafeteria. This was the main achievement of our Junior year, save that, during this period, student control was killed and our class, along with all the others, joined in the mourning. Though our sorrow was long and hard- lived, after a summer vacation we dropped the crepe and entered our last year. So much has happened that it is hard to tell the story of our Senior days. Always there was the steady boosting for the cafeteria, and for everything that stood for the welfare of the school. The cafe- teria and the new Student Association answer the question, Was it worth while? Nothing daunted the spirit of the class, and when a large sum was found to be necessary to get out a Review worthy of this class, the whole class, with Lois Warner, President, as the pilot, began to row. Candy sales were old, so we gave a Homemade Pie Day . All those who were fortunate enough to secure a piece of said pie will 38 CLASS HISTORY 39 testify as to whether they were good or not. Our coffee and doughnuts under the old eucalyptus on Rag Day will long be remembered. Two noon 5-cent, twenty-minute shows brought in more money and attested again our originality. If we had been allowed, something would have been given every week, but we have not space to tell what we might have done. It is sufficient to state what we have done. The Senior class practically had charge of Rag Day. It was some day! 'Nuff said! This history would not be complete without mentioning the best of all that we did-the decorating of the Auditorium for the February graduat- ing exercises and attending to all the arrangements for the occasion, and the reception given the graduates and their relatives after the exercises. We hope other Senior B classes will follow suit. A word to the wise is sufficient. And now the time has come when we must say farewellg the curtain drops. For many of us our school days are ended. There are very few of us who do not feel a pang of regret at leaving, and still fewer who will ever forget the familiar halls and rooms, the good times, the teachers and schoolmates we have known in our beloved S. H. S. We take this leap into the world, to go our own ways with the Fleur de lis our banner and Devotion to Duty as our motto. THE CLASS OF '19. H-'A A5 .vit ' H 'i ' 3 - ,J REVIEW I To the Wildflowers Awaken, all ye little flowers, That sleep beneath the ground fSo sound, dear hearts, in sleep so sound! The sun has risen after the showers, Spring is here with all her powers, Now quicken ye, lest unbidden showers Before us rise without a sound. Oh, tiny living things, asleep I n M other Earth's great arms, fHow sleep ye there, no fear alarmsfj Arise and see the joys so deep That Spring has given us to keep,- Ecen the wild birds seem to sleep Praises for all of nature's charms. M y flowers come back! The lonesome Spring Is weary for your smiles. ' fSweet flowers, come back! Your winning wilesfj They seem to teach the birds to sing. Shame on ye flowers, not to bring The wondrous joy, the pleasant thing, Uhildren's faces brimming o'er with smiles. -Ruth Mason, 321. c Y W 2 REVIEVV N , W POLICEWOMAN 1 W on s1'nNALfE., C, QB ff: Lilf p 'N F.. 1 k ,N Q! QM X I ,- O wff' HM , f cial 'Y -, V A g'9fwx f: A - f 0 Q 1 5 - 7.7! I V M O , ,V , , . M6TRE- X . LA X V V ' 1' U 5 .4 Q .n lxlum-am. 0-wtf J Y EMM 0 CONNER. 'fl .,.,' -. LATIN TEA HER ff W-F . 1 fxlfwf 'ff f',fQf,X,A f Off ff X w ff fi' X , , M1111-bam 411 fA!zsl2i1Z:.IcNcr I, 1 4 I TnAcHL'Fl. 'Xi 'le if Zn? , ff Q , f L WM W .BLANCHE KIIHEQQLHL. umma mgvm ' I Agffff, Z ff! 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'--- ,X ' , Q X jg Xi' V N CONDUCTORETT ANJUJ5 X I mx ,K!'y A 5ACQI :JI,SuswA DWIG HT ST ETDHE SO GLADY5 COFFMAN - 30201 A gig: nsurnnrfwmufn W llb. M .... 01 J I . , ,. H K l D X I If WWIIIN55 LH ,MIIM X if EMILY GWESEL. NVAWD ST E ARN5 1 PROPHECY ' - OWNER , 5490 IO4 57635 V N 3: :I ' v: - J W yy ' Mwnms. X - .,A . 'X ' X MV ,W U' 'W Mx Ns an 1? IN 'vi f ffm' l':1f. lN sw 1 f f,fJ,,:,.aL.Ll-.uu.H,,mw.A3 . WINNA ED ALLEN. A E fggzii 5 a c ra 11-143,715 4. Hgh 4 7 'T'O5l-H 50 M J X 4 m, Z XX X 'e J f W6 MTU Q I f .9 'lllllma Q E, Q'-xf: IA LOXX5 RY f fff1fQ f iQ! ZQQ f ff y yff 45 MANIKIN W Ny. Jllop. if ISEFAY , Ll' X K X Wu ff' Q f n N 0 , :mx TODEA NQDA wi 'Eg ' + L I 'f--JT I GMX x wwf H IIIYIH f4f'f'?f75 THELMA EQAUX Nl 46 REVIEW 'EvANc1EI15'f ax -J .NM QT xx Q ..-4 M 3 'Gif .1 - Mmgnl,,glil?m.,w 'ff A f 1' . . . W XX Sholfdfgy ,U . A - 4, 1 ,, A - f W J' '- 1-Q.-' i--I ' 'e 5 M A Mix In Ng XF '7 - ' 111195 5 ff , AQ l,YDEGOTZfDFlN. A Eg,gANoRTRAvnS usa GIRL 71:.Fgi,W .. xlifffegk ,, , vi '?49?' ff N ' '- Mwf rv W? W ' Fi! X w w HJ WMM yu 0 N m mg ww E: f ,1 'f 15, E? M- K1 ' f ,Q M' iff! 1 A gf! .V , J' Kgfflai , Xwxgmhyf ,fi -f- X Qfnjgcq f 2, 3, 4 fwfffff N MV M - aglffffff Cf f F lWlLlJONAlRk Q' 31--ff? VERGQWHMIAN PLIBF: CR'AvvFQQ QQANSTQNQ xxx xl. ,V basl W f' ' 1'u n MQ Di fi! , , afffrmglqy I F Kun AT 'I W, N 9 l -' 5-l3BQ7Vfl1Vfll XH ff f2 Q, 551.555 ! l'f Z fyly gli :-.kiln l'l.. a ,XX 563-g9El f,,v M ' 1,3 'A 'ff'-nl,-XV ' ' X , M- wwf EA Sf M W Qpmm Samara F X g ' , m',3goff QQ AEK , N, I 'Tm Q' ,XL XX Q i 1' ,GQ Af lmw A ' QW I: I 'w gl 49 K ll w vz as :ML y 'U!14-'l l ' I 1 - fy' 7 X ' ff, , I ' X C 1 'fl 4' N km 5 'g nf X X 122 I x if XX, f wwf, 'G ' ,5 '- 1, U - Af i. yi! - R HH fix ffm P'lTT?YLE WULL LEONA LATQURRETTK PROPHECY 4? QVNU f ,sl QM, X- 82 l4fYOJCfll'E ww X , , ' fk MMU I un mv? Jiaxxif rf' '14 lm, .au -' an xy , f . ' anna Ev - w , W .f N r H. x Wg, ML W, I nr ' '11WfNW M f g wnfxk VWMW, 'Hur Vw lliilkllixfi 'L 3E WNf NLf1lW:2fM vE LM Xk,1M'f'NL M M rm QX W 1 ,::.,nl 7 w J Nwwf' saint , Sndgshow u:':-nk! Scxeamvn ? ,lxlga 4 'CffvK4Dcn'ffE I .., f -2,-- 1 ,y T ' DEuA HEANE C LEO QSBQR mg 5 nsxxlf N W! 'MUN Vl 5 f J f f' Nv JH gifs ' 1 ff J' Us 'FJWWM 1' ' X N 4 K LW .Ju ' R I WF l N 5 W ' '7g J Ch 1 9 1 X 21? xx '- V, I I FHQTIQQ ' i j W Aw 2,4 RWERT WRWJU5 A BEATR'Q .,L!i F mmnu AT roman 4,4 N K up it ' I 1: L X ? -1f13- ' A an mum I I 'fl --z,, an 1 x Q MSI V.4A Aix X ' f' ' X . , f M y R Q ? . A' f ' f -, M liz' f 'fl' N .x A Q 1 I Vlq. :L , X A fdfffffmf Wwrgb l - xmm v MAUD SLAVVQUN .mln PXURLYLLL I N18 Uk A IPLTTQ ' J, .'Rn y :wiv-Y N' if ' A f ' I-Km' ' WW X 1, ' ' 'Y' ' Vgfflm , 1, KX ff WW' X ,Qi H -ULD IVIAID RUT I-I L, T? GMI Qu: f-gf mmf owwfqf, l rv gh.. ,WA ,, K fgsnmgij L-, --fx xxuyg, - A 4:4 iff 3 W f if ff ,irigjigx 7 W 0.1 J .lg A ,-ii,', f ,.AJ'v-7,i MU r f X, JJL 'S ,f ALL? ' 4 HELEN GIFGET 48 REVIEW OWNER or 'D M- 'X CHEESE,-r5'?,w x ffl' .,,, TAC To HEAD'CHEE V ARI E. N ' Qfgfjlh' X X X WM I AM' 9 1 Y HIM' I F ,Q wg K' f 1 A M xl M' my Q WNY V353 'Fmf Mmfw CU S EMO rg M E X539 X f 'If , X ' N V fi it a V , i w calf:-1? A WW X iNWf!,4ZmW, yyN.N MIHISTETIS iw, Q, ., fy , iss W. 4 4 1 M- We yl , 'N ' L fx! X f 'Y', QW 'yf Wlmjkv h ua w114W W New f5' 'Wi1T !23??iuI1Q25:Wf'1 lf I ' in 541. :if A' QS. , fr 'WLWf'l1'KE'Q'+W Q 22 Wsszuzss ' '1Ni.lk.l.'N w X R - N X:-JW!! ' 1 Horn.. 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M W f L w M W ff X W NIU! N X mm , 'NF X-Z-as f lk I H Z HX! 5 1 w . sefEii5EWIW . . ELIZABFTH LINK. 'Q' yxwxw 1? Teacher YT QA I-I E LE N SCH RRDIN CIW!-IERI NE HEINTZ I1 REVIEVV V, ff , w ggmq. ,. , QL, W N Cilvlifk Hang ,Nu I X P Xse A gmnl' E RY KLEINSOFFG . A, EYQZYN CADL , q 7 , ' xl X QA NX M 4 xl f Nm sm W I QM Maul X,,,,,.,.f,,,,, P is ,IUZABETH WEQQ, +4A'QREAi PAl-WA. ig i ff- Q - -i ff? UffffL f'fPZf ff ff f' ' 14x14 K U 'X 'lf In 4-U XIV Ji fi W l' NY H WRH. RATHLRA mam KWTE PH LLIS A . . - .,x.f-L x7k1 ,-, u - f'- '-'- :r?,.N--ip -sw... ' ' --'i R-- M I - - if A 1 nu- ,A Al, irxu.-N,xux ,.-N.....,, N W ' nl n xkibvf K u n ullbi l um JD 5? OTTIQ o -'K i wi ATX 4 xr . X B5 -- E 3r4ATvt'it D v A ff - 0 1- i all 1 !i 7:55- mF: l 1 nail .I If ll! 1 ' -pf: ful' 'Q l'lllz1llnn. C f - I If g:::: UK r M EEE: 1- ' :Ll I 5 IS! QL: , , .Aziz .. tw, K S Hm.muuunn.annm1nlr'nuLIgI '?'I 1 Ei I F l If x Y Y , J LITERARY 51 If 3' .1 'rf' '- N rfmfrofz lffafffi ...' ' ' 1 gf SQ' ' iw 1 1 V NIOR ' 1, Y A ' 7f1'7l ' x x 1 4 af X QW Yr MSX, lf ,A ffifc. i ql . A 'N ' - X, f f 3-1:-x .. POLITICMN E I QL' 4 OE - nm alll I. I lg B , ZZ, Hi .MLLIAM 51:45. NELLIE LYNCH. su NG :framing mAFEc,::Hi,,v W X , ' L f My My lxf gpjfz I ' 2? fy , , XLEGINIA PARKER. f JAMES WCOPWU1' fs! wus., sr X mvoncmn ms ,. ' ff' P l 1 I Tmnn ww: X M , E I V 44 4 !2? 5 6 ,Il ' N Q ,f C, , X V7 fwypyx ,' I N , l2MM5M'da n,flM7f - M IZ 1 Uk KJ 1 f X M 4 U P X 'T u W! 'rgg ffl I VHLDRED CAPEN . o if ' ' 1,4 - Y A mnmn ww fowl emu . 1 wiv Z 5 f? .X ,, IWC! c 4,-, i n K f ? f -- c 1 X DW ei xuxh , , fi ,Lv gm In , . Q 1.1 V ff I fl - Y J . ,... ly? fx xx ' Y I .. , ' ' W 5 1 if V -V Q uh if - I . A? 52 REVIEW X F A l mgQE5fJfn4ncf A ' f' an f FJ' -fx, Oy, X? ,f Q Mlxqylg 1 :T X ,. . nf-f , if K 1 A K Z? H4 fy , -X, ' X my f,f X J 00 ii' ff' X KFgf,iEg39' W Q55 , A RUNNINHAN A1QcnmgutEBrIv:ringAf'Y0 Abs: FGLSOM X M gmw,-ff, F ,F I X DQROTHY EMU-. 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V A - 5 Mfiferof M lj 1 PPlSoN ,VW H48-A ---3 I 1 5 5' - v W if ifefv! i f J j X ai gl' ' N A A :Ax L l A x A I Y Q ' lla i J I I-I if' ' i ' W AN fffxmtup ' 5 E Vfl'1'eToXa fn-mcse L Y V 'Hmhassa of - 1, an 5, 'M , fs: -2154 44 , -if P H If X S , E y f 7' X .n All .1 ,QL .f ' Y h TW, T 1- 4 NJ, Q -53' LILIAN oQyNQm ' BERNICEWITTENBROCK 212255: do ygff I gjy f fQ ff fi M- f 5 fif MXN Z X lrlf fi 77' , DN IVVV If , N f I I W Q I , C ,, ' 1 J: X X 57yf V f f 1 f 3 ll, N I I l 719 W' J W Q: fjf 0 N 'whmsm X Z z VX 1, . LAvxfRErvC5CoT?Bx3TT Mft, EQ AR Q M, X M 4 Q ! IW Q, 1 , -X The Quitter RED WAYNE. the son of General Wayne, you know, slouched into his room in Mrs. Watkin's boarding house and felt sorry for himself. Across the park the gray stone walls of the St. James High School, the largest and best equipped high school in the State, rose softly against the green of surrounding elms, and from his window Fred could see one corner of the gymnasium, which formed one side of the rectangle behind the main buildings. Occasional shouts drifted to him from the athletic field beyond. The boy turned his face from the window as though the whole thing worried him. Some one tapped on the door, and in reply to his surly Come in! a queer, angular boy entered. 'Lo, Wampus , Fred greeted him, without rising from his chair. The Wampus blinked his greenish eyes at the General's son, and ran a bony finger through his red hair. Wh-wh-what's the matter, Fred? he stammered. Who said there was anything the matter? No one said there was anything the matter, but there is, Fred. His host slouched lower among the cushions, folded his hands behind his blond head and scowled:A Everything's wrong, Wampus , admitted Fred, a little more kindly. But I don't see where I am to blame. I try to mix and be a good fellow, and I try to do my share in everything at school, but somehow I seem to be frosted out. It looks as though I'm not getting anything but loneliness and work from it all! The Wampus came over and laid a hand on Fred's shoulder. He did not speak, but his sympathy was evident. Fred felt a lump rising in his throat, for sympathy is dangerous when one is blue. He swallowed once or twice and went on: It seems to me that I am making a fizzle of the thing I have looked forward to ever since I was a little fellow. Never mind about it, Fred , soothed the Wampus, awkwardly. It ain't so bad as all that. Jes' give you time, Ginr'l Wayne, an' I ain't afraid you won't make good. Why , he ended enthusiastically, why, my father fit under yours! I guess nobody'd better say Ginr'l Wayne's son can't ma-ke good. Fred sat up suddenly. I've put my hand to a lot of things-and so far I haven't cleared up a thing! I sometimes wonder whether the trouble is with me or the other fellows. Tell me, honest truth, Wampus, what's the matter? He fixed his blue eyes on the narrow, angular face opposite him. And the Wampus, with characteristic candor, told him. Fred never forgot those words spoken in the queer, mutilated fashion of the Wampus' speech. I reckon the trouble's with you, Peter , he drawled gently. I heard one of the fellows talkin' about you the other day, an' he says: 'Wayne's a miler. Hels great on startin', but he never finishes' Course. Fred , concluded the Wampus, soothingly, I know better'n to try to believe you's a bluffer, 'cause my father fit under your father, and Ginr'l Wayne's son's true blue. But some of the fellows believe that you haven't any thoughts of finishin' a thing when you start doin' it. He stopped and Fred leaned back in his chair, the bitter truth of what the Wampus had told him burning through his brain. The Wampus saw his hurt expression and quickly strove to soften the blow he had dealt. 62 LITERARY 63 I'm sorry if I hurt you, Fred , he cried, his own sensitive face quivering. But General Wayne's son raised his hand in protestg he was going to take his punishment without flinching. It's-it's all right, Wampus , he declared. I hadn't-hadn't just seen it that way, that was all. Now, would you mind running along for a while, old fellow? I want to-to think about this. ' The Wampus arose obediently and went in silence to the door. There he paused. You know I'm your friend, don't you, Fred? he asked, almost pleadingly. My father fit under your father, an' Ginr'l Wayne's son kin count on the Wampus anywhere's. He went out and Fred clasped one knee beneath his folded hands and settled down to do battle with Fred Wayne. It was all the Wampus had said! He had not realized it before, but now that it had been shown him, he knew in his soul that it was the truth, and he convicted himself without any further parley. And now the boys looked on him as a fizzle, as a miler -he - Fred Wayne, who had dreamed of the achievements of St. James-he whose prowess should bring glory to the great school. That was the trouble! He had dreamed too much. The season wore along and Fred was working hard. Despite all this he got no recognition, for the assumption was that Wayne was just puttering. Even the coach did not expect anything else, and although the school was low in its supply of milers , Fred Wayne was hardly considered a possibility. But it was before the St. Malcolm meet that something happened which put new life into the miler . Jackson, the assistant coach, came to him two nights before the meet and asked him to be ready to run. In the morning he met the Wampus, 'Lo, Wampus , he shouted. The angular face of the queer youth lighted up and the green eyes smiled. Hello, Ginr'l Wayne. How's the track runnin' now? Pretty good , rejoined Fred, casually, holding his pride down. Reckon I'll run in the St. Malcolm meet. Do you mean it, Fred? gasped the Wampus. Sure do! Why? Whe-e-e! Who-o-op! gasped the Wampus, never moving from his tracks, but pounding his thighs delightedly. Then with a wild howl and a jump he was off down the street as if he had placed himself upon the sharp end of a tack. Two days had passed and the meet with St. Malcolm was at hand. Ahead, somewhere down the track ran Dunston, St. James' crack man. Close behind him pounded Williams, the only other reputable distance man of St. James. The soldier's son was exultant. He was not in the lead, although his wind was good and he could make a strong sprint in the end. He was filled with joy, for he was running for St. James and showing the blood of a Wayne. Ahead was the straightaway. Fred drew a panting breath in prep- aration for the spring, and then it happened. A pain shot through his foot. He would have to give up! The pain was intense. Give up? Must he always give up? He would not give up. But in spite of his efforts man after man drew ahead of him and swung Dast the line, and last, fully twenty yards behind, with his eyes shut to squeeze back the tears of disappointment, came Fred Wayne, his face white and twitching. Lying under a blanket on the sunburned grass a shadow fell across him, and Head Coach Andrews stood over him, holding out his hand. 64 REVIEW Let's see it , he said. Fred, gulping for breath, handed him the tiny object-a piece of sharp glass which the coach had seen him extract from his shoe. Hard luck, Wayne, but I'm glad you finished. We don't want St. James men dropping out in the last lap. One Thursday afternoon after the meet, the coaches came to- gether in the locker room. They were appointing the men who were to run in the various races in the big meet against Elmwood High. With his heart pounding he waited for the reading of the mile men. Then it came: Duncan and James . Head Coach Andrews, eyes sought among the eager throng and fell upon Fred Wayne. You can run as an extra, Wayne , said Coach Andrews. Don't think you'd like to try extra in the two-mile, too, do you? That was too much. Fred shook his head and Coach Andrews smiled. Good sense. I wouldn't have let you, anyway , he approved. If you win a point in the mile you will be all right. Will have to do without an extra in the two-mile. Dongan is going to bring us three points in that, and if Lewis can bring us another point, We'll be thankful. In the big dressing room, with the Elmwood meet half over, Fred lay on his back on one of the rubbing tables. Fred sniffed at the odor of the liniment and fresh air, and for the twelfth time lifted his legs, one after the other over his head, to examine his shoes. There must be no trouble with them today. He jumped up as Head Coach Andrews hurried in. Wayne, the points are nearly even now, and we need your point in the mile. Can you draw fourth? I'll do all I can, sir , promised the boy. They went out and Fred sat back and breathed deeply. Hardly a minute seemed to have passed before he heard the summons: Mile run! All out! Eagerly, trembling a little, he ran out and took his place on the track. The pistol cracked and the row surged forward. He broke for position and joined the leading four. A feeling of exhilaration thrilled him. He was in perfect trim. His shoes fitted easily and his legs were working like machines. Ahead was the great black. crowd. They swung between the two lines of faces, Fred Wayne running third. One lap passed. The pace seemed to him strangely slow. He was sure he could pass the man ahead of him. They pounded between the crowd again. Second lap passed. They drove down toward the crowd to close the third lap. In a moment the fight would begin-the fourth lap, the finish! They swept through the crowd and for the first time he heard the starter's voice: Third lap. Five to go! Like a burst of light the truth dawned on him. He was in the two-mile, instead of the mile! He had misunderstood the announcer's call. The boy's heart jumped and sank like lead. For a moment he lost his strideg then the even pound, pound of feet behind him warned him to keep steady. What should he do? It was his duty to the team to drop out and keep fit for his possible point in the mile. His duty to quit! To quit again! They were nearing the stand, not with the dash he had expected, but steadily pound, pounding, with the realization of another mile to go. What should he do? He ought to stop. The runner ahead sagged, swayed unsteadily and keeled over to LITERARY 65 one side. Poor chap, he's had to quit, too , thought Fred. Then he caught sight of the white, disappointed face. It was Dongan. The three points Which meant hope of victory were gone! Go it, Wayne! My shoe! Dongan had called on him. He could not do it. He had been trained for the mile, not the two- mile. Clear again came the words of the Wampus: I know bettern's to believe that you's a bluffer. I ain't afraid you won't make good. Why, my father fit under your father. Ginr'l Wayne's son is true blue . Fred Wayne clinched his white teeth and swung toward the stands with a mighty vigor. He would show them. Fifth lap! Three to go! yelled the starter. The extra distance was telling hard on Fred. It seemed as if every breath was burning his dry throat. Could he ever hold his position for the full eight laps? Could he ever make it at all? Suddenly his second wind came, and the pounding of his shoes on the cinders did not jar him as much as before. He stretched out his stride alittle more, and as the extra amount did not pull on his strength appreciably, he increased it a bit more. He was close behind Meredith now. Fred lengthened his stride again, and Meredith, casting a. worried glance over his shoulder, pressed to hold his own. Pound! Pound! Pound! There was a roar from the crowds as the runners passed. Dimly Fred heard the starter call: Seventh lap! One to go! It was the final. Now for the grand finish. Pound! Pound! Pound! Quicker came the strides. Meredith was only a couple of yards in the lead. Half the lap was covered. Evidently Meredith was saving his strength for the sprint when the straightaway came, for Fred found himself closing up on the Elmwood man. They swung into the straightaway. Now for it! Heaving himself forward, Fred broke into the sprint that must save the day for St. James. He saw Meredith break into a lumbering, swaying sprint. The big runner wasuwobbling. Fred's heart thumped madly as he grasped the truth. Meredith was played out! The sudden realization that he, Fred Wayne, the mile man , might beat the Elmwood prodigy swept over him like a cool wave. Success frenzied him as he drew onto the track alongside the crack runner. He pounded forward, leaping with his whole body instead of just his legs. Then the red tape pressed across his steaming breast and waves of din rushed in and out of his ears. He knew then he was crying, with one arm over each of the coach's shoulders, and that much color was jumping about in front of him. A shrill yelling voice broke through the din in his ears: I knew you'd do it, Ginr'l Wayne! I knew it! My father fit under your- The shouting was drowned again, but Fred smiled feebly. It's a record , said Head Coach Andrews, and now you all clear out and let Wayne rest for a bit. And then the mile-man stretched out on the rubbing board and smiled happily as the rubbers began their work. RODERIC DEGELMAN, '21, The Mystery of the Stone Sarcophagus . X l N ,iw lm Ill' ll ,af wi 5-I -- i EiEEEEiiEE::::EEE5E I :hall Hllifiifi A 2 2 WH! I I 'I 1 -'Q' 'Wt lim aaaasassssefas2:aae I I y l 1 E 5:55 'lfli 'l.HWiflll 1 H iiEi!liEiiiEi ir I 'fmlvh llliiillkllllllwufHHH u '::z:: y l i l i Hlwml Mliffm ill WHNRHIIIUV ,W lllhmii J l I.: :lfuslltf-Mhi.+' ml M I- ly I lll,H'fll'lW 5'WIWH'-.l!!ll1l', fl ee' ' I 'fy IMI fx null? IWii'i ' lll sew ima mi .ml-fre n I ly y- in law h I r H'rJWI U' LA Q M hi l 5 3 Y 7 Y !fh?:,f, U l I N .N l W J I i 'lfllllllll i I ll' ll I I I I I f :anvil ul lu l ' wx Y 'N N lil 1 X R VNC if Zi? I I . 'lem ' I u f ix , , ,llwf i ' s 1,392 S, ,LQ K ---' llliI1I I 3 A ff A ' qw U , I , if -, - ,f , ....., M QU Qi m l A ll 9 C9 'iii ,i it fwflvffw- SLOWLNY THE CORPSE STOOD UP. T LAST I WAS TO GRATIFY one of my lifelong ambitions. I had been sent to Rome as a representative of a great American importing firm, and as soon as possible, upon my arrival there, I had decided to visit the Catacombs of San Sebastian, one of the great subterranean excavations where the persecuted Christians of ancient times were wont to bury their dead. Now, I was about to enter these wonderful excava- tions in the company of a party of American tourists. We were all sup- plied with small tapers by our guide, a Jesuit priest who admonished us, while we were lighting the candles, that it was necessary that we stay close to him in order that we should not become lost in the labyrinthine corridors of the catacombs. When all was ready he led us into what seemed to be a hole in the ground. The opening was quite large, but was so surrounded by shrubs and trees as to be almost invisible. The passage- way seemed to slant downward to the center of the earth, but, after traversing it for about seventy-five feet it straightened out and was level for about two hundred yards. At the end of this corridor there was a flight of twenty-one steps, which we descended. We now saw that we were in a large, dark passageway, in the walls of which niches were cut, in some of which reposed coffins of stone or' metal. As we went along the guide explained to us that sometimes these 66 LITERARY 67 underground vaults had been used as places of refuge by the early Christians. He showed us coffins that had been opened and looted by the pagan vandals during their raids upon these followers of Jesus. There were skeletons in some, while others were empty, and yet others were partially filled with the mouldy dust formed by the decay of the human body. In places there were statues of plaster, marble or other material. The whole place was pervaded by a damp, clammy atmosphere, which seemed to freeze the blood in our veins, and at the same time bring beads of sweat to our brows. The scampering of the rats, and here and there the whirr of the wings of the bats served to enhance the weird feeling which clutched our hearts. Our guide showed us the monument erected by the Christians at the place where Saint Cecelia was assassinated by the axes of the murder- ous infidels. The anecdotes of the priest, the atmosphere of the tomb, and the occasional uncanny noises conspired to make many a stout heart tremble, while some of the weaker members of the party voiced their fears to the guide. He only smiled and said there was nothing to fear. After walking for more than an hour, following the twists and turns of the corridor, we finally emerged into a great, circular cavern. It was about thirty feet in diameter and twenty-eight feet high. A number of passageways entered it on different sides, and, in its walls were many niches containing coffins and pieces of statuary. In the center of the room, on a white marble bench, was placed a large stone sarcophagus. This , said the priest, is the burial place of a great Christian Bishop. In the first days of Christianity this man was a very good and powerful churchman, and therefore was greatly disliked by the pagan nobles. One night he was foully murdered by order of one of those treacherous lords. The assassins accomplished this by entering- the clergyman's room while he was asleep, and tearing out his heart with a pair of redhot pincers. In the morning the friends of the Bishop, finding him dead and fearing that his body would be seized and burned, carried it hither and sealed it in this stone sepulcher, where it has lain untouched from that day to this. We all pressed forward to see the tomb and look at the inscription chiseled in the stone. While inspecting the writing I happened to touch the coffin. A shock as of electricity passed up my arm. Knowing in- stinctively that something momentous was about to happen, I shouted to the rest of the party to run for their lives. We ran down one of the corridors for about three hundred yards, and then stopped to relight our tapers, which had been extinguished during the haste of our flight. Some of the members of the party started to upbraid me for alarming them sog and I, myself, began to think that I had been unnecessarily disturbed. When the tapers had all been relighted we started slowly back towards the cavern of the sarcophagus. After traversing about half the distance a puff of air seemed to come from nowhere in particular, suddenly extinguishing our tapers again. But there was no need of relighting them this time, for the passage way was rapidly being filled with a ghostly white light. The breeze brought to our nostrils the odor of spices mingled with that of decaying flesh. I strove to turn back, but some irresistible power seemed to be dragging me onward with the other members of the party. As we drew nearer the chamber the light grew more intense, and the odor which permeated the atmosphere became more noticeable. At last we were near enough to look into the cavern. Everything was as it had been when we were there first, but as we looked the ponderous coffin, which had hitherto been as black as ebony, gradually changed to clearest crystal. 68 REVIEW There lay the aged Bishop in his robes of office on a cushion of velvet. At once, as if some one had pressed a hidden spring, the lid of the sarco- phagus slid off. Slowly the corpse sat up. Then it raised itself gradually to its feet and stepped out of the coffin. For a few moments it stood beside the tomb, and then moved mechanically toward us. The perspiration was rolling down my cheeks, while chills of fear were running up and down my spine. I tried to speak, to pray, but my voice had forsaken me. The corpse gradually drew nearer. It was so near now that we could plainly discern its features. The skin, which hung in flabby folds to its cheeks, was like yellow parchment. The hair, which thinly covered its head, was faded to the color of old rope. As it came on it glared at us with its sightless eyes. Its bones rattled, and its teeth chattered. The apparition was within twenty feet of us, .when suddenly, with a despairing motion of its arms, it bared its breast to us, and we saw the great, gaping hole from which the heart had been torn. The blood was streaming from the quivering flesh, as it had long ago, on the night of the assassination. And still the corpse came on, while we stood as if rooted to the ground. Suddenly a woman shrieked, and I heard the thud, as of some object falling. At once everything was plunged in inky blackness. After a few moments I grew calm enough to light my taper, and by its light I saw that one of the ladies of the party had fainted. By this time some of the others were calmer and, with their help, I lifted the unconscious woman, and, calling on the others to follow, I com- manded the guide to lead us out of the uncanny place as speedily as possible. When we were once more ab-ove ground we left the poor woman in the care of the other ladies of our party, while we men decided to return and see if we could not find something that would shed some light on the peculiar happening which we had just gone through. We re-entered the catacombs and quickly returned to the cavern. Everything was as we had first seen it, except that there was a great pool of blood on the floor. On examining the inscription on the tomb we found that the body had lain there for thirteen hundred and thirteen years, and that that was the thirteenth day of the seventh month of the thirteen hundred and thirteenth year. Happening to glance at my watch I saw that it was a little after 1 o'clock which, in Italian time, is 13 o'clock. This peculiar combination of the numbers 13 and 7 was all that we could find that might possibly have had any bearing on the terrible experience we had just passed through. Some may say that we were suffering from an hallucination, but still there was the pool of blood on the floor. On the way to my lodging, as I was groping blindly for a solution of the mysterious scene that I had just witnessed, I dimly recalled some- thing which I had read long before. It was in an old Greek book of philosophy that I had delighted to read, because of the fascination it held for me. The book was written about the magic power of numbers. At the time that I had read it, it had exerted a strange influence over me, although I was unwilling to believ.e that there was a word of truth in it. However, the day's happenings brought the vivid word pictures of the manuscript distinctly to my mind, and I resolved that as soon as possible I would hunt up the old philosophy book and read it once more. STANTON MEYER, '19. LITERARY A Question Oh, why clo you sit and grieve by yourself, When the world is full of spring? The birds are all in their woodland home, And the bees buzz by on the wing. The world is full of happiness ,' Canit you be happy, too? While the breeze, in the trees, with silv'ry notes Sings to a lark in the blue? When God made the beautiful springtime, He made it for me and for you. Is it giving him love and true justice To stay there and mourn as you do? A. A., 4221. 70 REVIEW Pierre's Chance IERRE WAS A FRENCH LAD, orphaned by the war. His father had been among those who had fallen during the first days of repelling the Hun invaders, and his mother had died of grief soon after. He had tried every means to enlist-to do something for his France and something to help in the downfall of that nation which had caused the death of his father and mother and so many other patriots of his land. Although France had been in the throes of war almost a year, still he was thwarted in every attempt. He had managed in some unknown manner to get into the army for a few months, but when his youth, for he was only 16, had been discovered, he had been returned, heartbroken. This had happened before the territory in which Pierre lived had been taken by the Germans. Ever since those barbaric hosts had entered Pierre's village pursuing the retreating French army, the village was used as the headquarters of some of the German officers, for it was near the front lines, and had been spared devastation by the marauders. During January and early February, 1916, great and extensive preparations had been carried on behind the German lines. Hundreds of thousands of troops continuously marched along the roads to the front, seemingly to one place. Cannon, big and little guns of all descrip- tions, rumbled by on their way to action, while ambulances, bombs and millions of shells of all sizes and shapes could be heard on their way at any time, day or night. All these preparations were watched with great anxiety and appre- hension by Pierre, who longed with all his heart and soul to be in the fight. Some day my chance will come , he kept saying again and again. Late in the afternoon of February 20 he was returning to his home on the outskirts of the village, where he had been that day, hoping to get news concerning the fortunes of the Allies ffor the Germans had been bombarding the French city Verdun since the 16thJ. The shortest way home led through a lonesome wood, and as he was walking slowly and thoughtfully through the center of it, he heard the murmur of voices low and indistinct. Determined to discover their source, he listened a moment to make sure of the right direction, and then cau- tiously started forward. He had almost reached the voices, when bang!! the sudden report of a breaking twig sounded like a pistol shot in the mind of Pierre, and he stopped short, fearing that the men, whoever they might be, had heard it. What was that? asked a voice. Pierre's heart was in his mouth. What was that? I didn't hear anything. Your imagination runs too freely these days. Better that than not at all , was the reply. Well, it's over now. Come back to business , said the other. Remember, there must be no hitch in our plans. Captain von Badden must have this information tonight without fail. It is most important and concerns our big attack which takes place at sunrise tomorrow. There are also plans of the fortifications and trenches of our present objective, Douaument. The messenger need not know this, however. I leave the choice of routes to you, but I think that the path along the creek is the safest way. Pierre did not linger to hear any more, but crept away for fear he would be discovered. My chance has come and I must make good , he told himself earnestly as he walked on to his home. LITERARY 71 That night about 7 o'clock Pierre was waiting impatiently by the creek. A hundred doubts rushed through his mind, of which the most prominent one was the fear that the messenger had chosen the other route. Even as he thought, he saw approaching at a swift pace the expected messenger. As he drew near, Pierre stepped forward. Can you direct me to the village? asked Pierre in German. I am lost. The German observed him as narrowly as the darkness would permit, and then turned to point out the direction. But as he turned, a dull thud was heard and the man dropped senseless to the ground. Pierre quickly donned the messenger's uniform and searched it for the message. Finding it secured in a pocket of the coat, he set out for the German lines. Reaching them unchallenged, he walked into a trench where most of the Huns were asleep or in their dugouts. Those few who were awake eyed him askance, but said nothing. When they had turned in he climbed over the edge of the trench, fumbled around until he found a place where the barbed wire had been cut, crawled through and was hurrying toward the French trenches, when suddenly up burst a star shell. Pierre dropped flat, but too late. He had been seen. A fusillade of bullets from the machine gun behind drove him to desperation. Getting to his feet and running toward the French lines, he shouted in his native language: Don't shoot. I am French! Just then he felt a sharp pain in his left arm. One of the bullets had hit its mark. As he took out the plans with his right hand, holding them before him, another star shell burst, showing him plainly. A dog bounded from the French trenches and seized the paper just as Pierre fell, mortally wounded. His chance had come and he had died whispering, Vive la. France . LAURA MEREDITH. 72 REVIEW Girls I Have ,Loved T IS A FAVORITE pastime of mine to indulge in reminiscences of my youthful days, and to linger upon the joy and sweetness of my courtship days. Tonight I think I will write as I remember about the girls I have loved. I loved many-ah, yes! You might laugh could you see me now, for I'm bald and I've lost my waistline, but thirty years ago I-never mind, my heart is still young, and I have my memories. I had my first sweetheart at 12. Her name was Sallie, and she used to smile at me across the little school room. Her smile reminded you of ripe, red strawberries and cream. Sadie was slim-skinny, I'm afraid, and she Wore awfully stiff, starchy little dresses that came only to her knees. Her hair was brown and soft and wavy, and her eyes were big and brown, and told you ever so many things. Of course, she had dimples and-I kissed her-often. , Then Sally moved away and for awhile I missed her, but youth is prone to forget, and Sallie was forgotten. From the ages of 12 to 15, I believe, boys are least susceptible to feminine charms. At least, such was my case. I was just entering high school when I met Jane. She was tall and slim. I once wrote her a poem telling her she was like a lily. Shel rarely smiled, and there was no mischief in the drooping, gray eyes that dreamed of wondrous things. Her voice was low and soft, and it soothed and calmed you. ' Jane and I were sweethearts for over a year, but one day I encountered a pair of sweet, blue eyes and a whimsical, impersonal smile-and from that day on it was Jacqueline. Jack, I called her. She wasn't pretty, but she could fish and shoot and climb and tramp like boys, and I loved her for a pal. In the summer we'd get brown and hardy in becoming familiar with the habits of birds and animals. Jack and I were never sentimental. I never kissed her, but we often shook hands, and her clasp was firm and brief. Ah, but my little brown pal grew ill. I remember the day she died as though it were yesterday. That was my first sorrow, I think. I realized now upon yvhat a firm foundation our love was built. We were near to God and to nature. But I'm afraid I am wont to linger upon this part of my narrative too long. During my senior year I was rather fickle. Another of my sweet- hearts that I remember very distinctly was Kitty. She was the sauciest, cutest, most mischievous youngster ever born, from her saucy, black hair to her tiny feet. She couldn't be faithful to any one. Many a time she would look into my eyes with her own half shut and tell me one false- hood after another. Yet I loved Kitty. I couldn't help it. Her chum was as different from her as the night and day. A pale blonde with a blase smile and a sarcastic tongue-two weeks was my limit. Have you ever known a girl that was the very personification of a dare? Milly Dickman dared you if ever a girl did. She was a luscious beauty, with rich brown hair and peach blossom skin and a mouth that pouted adorably. She sang and she played, and she danced and she laughed the hours away. Iaproposed to her and she accepted me-for a month. A When she returned my ring I showed decided symptoms of a broken heart. My work at college was below passing, when I met a little doll LITERARY 73 of a girl called Roselle. I thought I loved her-but I didn't, I guess. I couldn't endure forever a pair of violet eyes gazing into mine with a love sick expression in them. Then, ah, then, came my siren, with raven hair and ebon eyes, and a smile that spoke of hidden fires--and, like the fool , I married her. And, like the story of the fool, she left me. I'm 50 now, bald and prosperous, and see how many girls I have loved in my lifetime. FLORENCE BENSON, '20. A Recipe Worth Knowing Ingredients. 1. 167 pounds of A-1 material. 2. Lots, of good will. 3. Large measure of pep. 4. A quantity of smiles. 5. Large portion of frankness. 6. Spices. 7. Two rosy cheeks. 8. Two laughing blue eyes. To the 167 pounds of A-1 material add lots of good will and enthu- siasm. Next, stir into the mixture a large measure of pep dissolved in its own weight of fun, and sift with a large portion of frankness sprinkled with a little brusqueness. Beat all together until stiff. Having done this, next add two laughing blue eyes and two rosy cheeks. Then, last but not least, as a finishing touch, stir in a large quantity of smiles, but be very sure to have no frowns mixed in, as this will spoil the flavor of the recipe. Sweeten amply with dimples, blushes, and a pinch of bashful- ness, Spice with a very few grains of the old stern Dominie dissolved in a quart of jovial comradeship. Now, having mixed all the ingredients, knead until ready to mold. The baking dish should be five feet, three inches long, two feet wide and two feet deep. After kneading the mixture Well, put into the baking dish. Before baking set out in the sun until every pore of the mixture is filled with sunshine. When done sprinkle with a slight temper and garnish with a brand new suit of dark blue material, and a pair of glasses. Now, my friends, if you follow this recipe closely, you have not only a genial comrade, a fine gentleman and a staunch friend but just- Mr. Berringer. H. H., '20. 74 REVIEW The Light on South Bend S THE FLYING SCOTSMAN, the crack train of the London North- western Railway, pulled up at Rugby Station, the big Mallet 1889 was at once detached from the train and moved slowly toward the roundhouse. White Cap Brennall, one of the best engineers of the line, had been in charge of the train that night. He had kept her on schedule all the way from Euston until South Bend was reached, where for some unknown reason he reported twenty minutes late. As his engine stopped in the roundhouse. White Cap jumped down and, without saying a word, hurried to the office of Division Superin- tendent Johnston. Bursting into the room he addressed the Superin- tendent as follows: ' Well, Johnston, I'm late. So I see , said the Superintendent, calmly. Here we are fight- ing the Midland Railway people for that new mail contract, then some bonehead engineer pulls our best train in late. Besides, tonight was the last night of the contest, and we were depending upon the showing No. 9 made tonight. But you made good, White Cap, even if you were late. The Midland express is three hours late now, and will be later before she makes Manchester. We have won the mail contract, White Cap, but if you don't continue to bring your trains in on time you'll have to go back to freighting, understand? Now tell me why you were late. Well, it was this way , replied the engineer. I had her on the dot all the way up to South Bend. Coming down the grade by the trestle I saw a red light swing across the track. I gave her the air and stopped where I thought the light to be, but it had gone out. We hunted around all over, but couldn't find it. I sent one of the brakemen out ahead and followed him slowly for a mile, then picked him up, lit out in full speed, and here I am. ' The light on South Bend stopped every train north and southbound for over a week, and although the railroad detectives were on watch every night they could find no trace of it. After several weeks the light disappeared and was not seen again for some months. On the night of January 24, 1914, the Northern Di- vision was hindered by a severe snow storm. The Flying Scotsman, northbound, with White Cap Bendall at the throttle, was pounding up the Cheviott Hill grade some fifty minutes late. White Cap had been pounding her along those snow banks as no other man could. The Midland express, with Engineer Brady at the throttle, was on time from Manchester. The meeting place for these two trains was Leeds. John- ston, at his office, received the reports of the two trains. There were two things he could do. First, hold No. 15 at Huddersfield until the Flying Scotsman arrived. This would make No. 15 forty-five minutes late, and a report would be handed in by the crew which would be hard for him to explain. The other was to change the meeting place of the trains. This he decided to do. He telegraphed Flynn, the operator at Huddersfield, to set the block against No. 9. On receiving Flynn's O. K., he gave No. 15 her clearance and new orders. No. 9 approached Hudders- field, a flag station, at a terrific rate. She was not scheduled to stop here, and White Cap was running her as fast as he could. The wind seemed determined to send the limited to its doom, as it blew out the semaphor light just as the train rounded the curve. She flew past Huddersfield station and all Flynn could do was telegraph Johnston of the coming disaster, and to send out the Wrecker. No. 15 and No. 9, two LITERARY 75 of the finest trains on the system, were flying at each other on the worst section of the division. White Cap was after a record. He had made up at least ten minutes since he left Cheviott Hill grade. He was coming down South Bend grade at forty-five per hour when he saw the red light swing across the track. Should he stop? He had fought so long to keep up his record, and it would be lost. But the old man's motto was Safety first g that was enough. His right hand found the air, his left the whistle cord. No. 9 was at a standstill. Conductor O'Brine came for- ward and inquired of White Cap why he stopped in such a deserted spot. I saw that red light again, Fred , said the engineer, and thought I'd better stop and look around, but everything seems all right. Let's go. What do you say? All right. A shrill steam whistle interrupted the conductor's reply. There shouldn't be anything with a steam whistle between them and Rugby. It could be nothing but a train, and what was it doing on the main line when No. 9 had right of way. A brakeman ran forward wildly waving a red lantern. White Cap leaped into the cab and slipped her into reverse. She shot back with such force that nearly every sleeper on the train was awakened. No. 15 saw the headlight of the limited and the brakeman, and came to a stop not six feet from No. 9. No. 15 backed safely into Rugby, and No. 9 followed. A miserly farmer by the name of Brown lived near the track down by South Bend. He had had trouble with the company over a strip of land needed for a new right of way. The railway had Won their suit in court and acquired the strip of land. Brown longed for revenge. On reading a copy of the Daily Telegraph he learned of the mail contract and decided to try and make them lose their contract by way of revenge. He called his son, and instructed him to make a small wooden box with a spring top that would open by a button pressed in the house. It was buried beside the railroad with a lantern with a red bull's eye placed on springs inside. The electricity was furnished by a small dynamo. The idea was a success for several weeks, then finally the dynamo gave out and had to go to London for repairs. It had returned the day of the opening of this story, and young Brown tried it out, with the result of saving many lives. The next day Johnston went to see farmer Brown, whom he sus- pected, for the purpose of finding out about the affair, and finally wormed the truth out of young Brown, after a cross-examination. John- ston, on returning to his office telegraphed the General Office for orders. A few hours later he received the following telegram, which he forwarded at once to young Brown! No. 7652 M.N. K.Z. Rec 4: 02 PM January 25. 1914. Joe Brown: In appreciation for flagging a11d preventing wreck of the Midland express and the Flying Scotsman on January 24 we offer you 31,000.00 reward. Also position in Electrical Engineering Depart- ment. Advise us at once about Dosition and call on Johnston for reward. M. P. MESDORFER, President Northern Railways. Mr. Brown received the message, and upon reading it was so dumbfounded he dropped it on the floor and exclaimed: Well, I'll be hanged! That beats anything I ever seen. Joe, go down to them tracks and tear up that light, quick! EILEEN NORRIS, '21. REVIEW Vers Libre By Lottie Owens. CWith Apologies to Amy Lowell and Gertrude Steinj Sun Ray Good morning, Sun, Your awakened ray scintillating Among dew drenched grasses, Bathes my brow in radiance, Splashes round my feet And shattering Falls softly into masses. Roses and Ashes Roses, A Red roses. Ashes, Grey ashes. The falling petals of roses Linger in mid-air And flutter crackling Tnto ashes. To B. G. E. Not much, No, not much, S Just a little, Such a little, That I wonder Did I blunder? Such a little, Yet so much. Reflections Mirrored in deep pools Like flashes of light Glancing from sword-sheathes, Thy words Rend apart the silence, Leaving a wound upon .Its .smooth brilliance Into thine own eyes, Fastening themselves Grotesquely upon Thy mind. LITERARY 77 Pal 0' Mine OMPANY E, known at headquarters as Co. E, First U. S. Engineers, First Division, was going to Villers Tournelle. It was in May, 1918. The earth was becoming warm again. Company E was perspiring and rather profane, under its breath so the top couldn't hear, although the top was saying the same things to himself. To walk all day with a. sixty-pound pack on your back is not the way to produce good language, even when the weather in good, and just now the sun was intense and the road half mud, half dust. Halt! came the sharp command. Company E halted. It was an exceedingly welcome rest that noon. Every one made the most of this opportunity. Some were talk- ing, some were singing, others were writing or reading letters, and one industrious fellow was mending a rip in his shirt. The groups were flecked with the sunshine that came through the trees underneath which they sat. Every man was with his special pal. But amid all this lively clamor Jim Conover sat silent and alone. Jim Conover was the only man in E Company who didn't have a buddie. As the rest of the company said, He's a funny sort of a fellow, ain't he? Quiet and reserved almost to taciturnity, he would often pass through a day without talking to anyone beyond the necessary questions and answers of a soldier's life. Perhaps it was shynessg perhaps it was habit. Who knows? However, he was not sullen. His face always seemed happy, but no one knew what was in his heart. He was often unjustly imposed upon because of his being good heartedg and while he won a small place in the heart of his company, it was the place of a queer inferior rather than that of a comrade. After mess there was a lull. The men who were lucky enough to have some tobacco with them took it out lovingly. Pay-Day Jack was making ready to beg, borrow or steal a smoke. Hey, 'Turnips', he said smoothly. Lend me a smoke, will ya? Say, it's about time you-- growled the much abused Turnips, none too sweetly. Yeah, but I'll pay you back on next-well I'll be darned! Pay- Day's lower jaw dropped. Look at that, would ya? Every man within hearing distance turned to the place Pay-Day was pointing to. It was enough to make any of them stare. A dirty, mongrel pup was helping himself to a plate of left-over slum. The plate was on a box, so the dog stood on his hind feet with his forepaws and nose in the stew. Unluckily Pete Andrews shied a rock at this intruding stranger. The puppy jumped high, but the plate went higher, and they came down together, well mixed up. Here, you kiyi! shouted Sergeant Pat as he rushed forward. Pat will surely be forgiven in the after world for the names he called that desperately hungry puppy, because Sergeant Pat was a. Mess Ser- geant, and he had never once had his supplies lost or stolen. Now his colors had gone down for the first time-gone down before a yellow dog covered with army slum. Looks like one of these futurist's paintin's of the soul of a fish, don't he? drawled a lanky fellow from Nevada. 4 But see here, that dog's hungry. Jim Conover stepped forward as he said it, to the surprise of the entire company and himself. e - 78 REVIEW Animal instinct told the puppy that he had found a protector. He limped toward Jim, wagging the stump of a tail. Jumpin' fleas! He's hurt. Jim dropped on one knee and examined the left forepaw. It was badly lacerated. Barb-wire, I bet, said the loquacious man from Nevada. Serves the little devil right. This was from Sergeant Pat. Jim picked the pup up by the spots least covered with slum, and carried him over to the place where his pack was lying. A little water, a bandage and some court-plaster can bring a great deal of comfort-a small matter which the puppy soon learned. Then having nothing else to give him, Jim fed the small tramp with a half cake of chocolate he had been saving for his supper. Company-y-y-y- fall in! I ! ! There was the usual hurry to get into place. Forward! March! ! ! As they went away Jim saw the puppy turn and limp into a field. Kind-a wish I could have kept him, he said to himself. He was a friendy little beggar. March, march, march! Would they ever get there? All after- noon they kept steadily on. The sun was hot. Some one brawled out Gas! but it was a false alarm. Marching briskly at first, then wearily until near sundown, they saw Villers Tournelle a few miles off. Villers Tournelle is just a common village of devastated France, situated near Cantigny. Deserted by all but soldiers, its two rows of ruined homes face a narrow road that runs through the village, and on to another equally destroyed town. Some low brush, a few scraggy trees and the shell-plowed fields surround it. It was squalid in civil life, and only interesting in war times because of the things that hap- pened there. Indeed, many things happened there. Ask any doughboy, and here will be your answer: Villers Tournelle! Say, that was the liveliest place the Ameri- cans heldg and, believe me, there was always something doing. As Company E swung into the village a small dog limped out of the brush on one side of the road, sat down and calmly waited for the company to halt. An irrepressible murmur went through the ranks. Company E would recognize that limp, that bandage and that slum covered body anywhere on this great earth. Jim Conover said nothing, but his heart jumped toward the only thing in France that had freely made friends with him. The company halted. Jim heard a pleading whine, and felt a pull on his legging. He looked down. There was the puppy, on his hind feet, as usual, trying to attract his friend's notice with his one useful forepaw. Say, young fellow, said Jim, have you been trailing me all this afternoon? His only answer was a tiny bark that matched the tiny dog. Look's like you're here for good, doesn't it?' A louder bark. I suppose you'll have to stay then, old boy. The loudest bark of all. Mess time came. The most dearly beloved call of the army floated on the air, reminding everyone that there was only an empty, aching hole where their stomachs should have been. The usual comments were being passed along the jostling, waiting line. What cha got on th' me-en-yu? How does that fried chicken taste, Steve? Steve rolled his eyes and replied: Almos' 's good as de watah- melon I'se,goin' to hab for ma daysart. Jim was near the middle of the line. The puppy was at his heels. under his toes, and everywhere he shouldn't have been. LITERARY 79 The amused Steve shouted: Hey, dar, Jim, is yo' an' yoar dog goin' to eat offen de same plate? Birds of a feather flock together, sneered Nick Slate. Nick had no use for Jim, he thought Jim was chicken-hearted, and he did not believe in covering his sentiments. Jim made no reply. He turned around, looked at Nick, picked up the puppy and placed him in the crook of his arm. Nick was forced to admit to himself he had never noticed before how remarkably like a pair of gimlets Jim's eyes were. Jim was next to be served. May it be remembered to Sergeant Pat's credit that, somehow, he managed to put a little extra slum on Jim's plate. The puppy licked his chops. Sergeant Pat smiled and said something to himself. After supper Nick Slate felt called upon to make a few more remarks about Jim and the puppy. Nick Slate was the kind of man that is known almost everywhere. He made no deep friendships, but he was everybody's pal. He was very witty in a sarcastic way, and had often come to blows over a chance remark. Sometimes it seemed as if he desired to taunt one of the men into madness. If people excel in professions according to their nature, Nick Slate would have made a wonderful bull fighter. O, by the way, Jim, said Nick, since you and your chosen pal will, of course, sleep together, I would like to know the name of the new occupant of the bunk next to me. A few' men snickered. His name is 'Pal o' Mine', said Jim, shortly. He turned and walked to his dugout. The snickering stopped. You gotta eat crow this time, Nick, said an onlooker. Aw, shut up, exclaimed Nick. The days passed quickly in Villers Fournelle. There was an unusual amount of action in the village. Jim and his puppy were still together. Indeed, it was hard to find them apart. Wherever duty or rest found Jim, it found faithful Pal o' Mine, too. If Jim was on duty, he stood at attention by Jim's side. If Jim was eating he receive the best part of Jim's meal and licked the plate afterwards. If Jim was sleeping. Pal o' Mine curled up beside him and laid his head on Jim's outstretched arm. Many a soldier going in or out of the dugout at night smiled wistfully when he saw the pair in the dirty bunk. Strangely, Nick's opinion of Jim was changing. Not that Jim did any heroic deeds. He did his own duty well, and it left him no time to go over the top alone and capture several Hun machine guns single- handed, as story book heroes always do. He did his duty calmly, and that was what puzzled Nick. Jim was just as calm during the heaviest shelling as when no shells were coming over. Nick admired this quality. He stopped his cutting remarks and tried to be more friendly, but he did not succeed. No one ever pried under Jim's reserve and shyness except Pal o' Mine, for he was everything to Jim that the name implies. So Nick had to wait for Fate to throw in his path a way by which he could show Jim his good will and become his pal. On the last day of that stay in Villers Tournelle, Company E received a shelling it will never forget. Dose fellers sure hat.e to see us go, dere sayin' 'Adoo' so hard, grinned a skinny little fellow from East Side, New York. Ya better quit talkin' and begin to duck, shouted his friend, who, unlike most people, had already acted on his own advice. Gee, here comes an M. P. 80 REVIEW All you fellows that aren't on duty get down in your dugouts. Cap'n's orders. The M. P. was shouting to be heard above the noise of the shells. Me for home, Lizzie,', and the East Side boy seemed to go down head first. About fifteen minutes later Jim began to question the men in his dugout. Where is Pal o' Mine, Pay-Day? I ain't seen him since we was down here. Gee, whiz! He ain't outside, is he? Pay-Day was worried because Pal o' Mine was now a general favorite in Company E. Fm going out said Jim. But them orders-- Can't help it , and Jim was gone. A half hour passed-an hour-two hours. The men fidgeted and began to whisper in low tones. He oughta be back by now, said Pay-Day to the man from Nevada. The man nodded. A Say, fellows, Pay-Day was talking aloud. I'm going to find Jim. Who's with me? ICIYIH Oni!! Here, bo. ' With you, 'toot sWeet'. Come on, then. Pay-Day opened the door. Get back, roared an M. P. If one of you comes out you'1l get it. Tumble in, there. They tumbled in. An hour later several men came in from duty. Nick was among them. Where's Jim and the dog? he asked. Pup got lost and Jim went out to find him, was the short answer. The men's nerves were tense. What the -! When ? Nick had the door open already. Three hours ago, but you can't go out. Cap,n's order. Cap'n's orders be d--! And Nick also was gone. Outside fury was let loose. The explosions blinded Nick, the dust choked him. It was almost impossible to go forward. He kept to it like a bulldog, searching every corner. A piece of splintered wood whistled past his head. He was covered with dirt. A dozen times he thought he saw Jim coming toward him. At last he came to the farther end of the village. Nothing there-but wait. What is that huddled, distorted thing out by the bushes from which Pal o' Mine had jumped the first day? Merciful heaven! It can't be! cried Nick. He ran forward. Yes, it was. Jim lay there so quiet he must be sleeping. No. Look! There is a hole in his forehead-a bullet in his brain. His arm was outstretched as it used to be when he slept in his bunk. On it lay a mangled, nearly unrecognizable body. Just a dog, you say? I say it was a man's friend, faithful to the last breath. How Nick did it no one knows g but he carried them back, as a mother carries her child, and laid them in his bunk. All night he sat beside them, and in the morning he was a changed man. Early next morning, before Company E left Villers Tournelle, two new graves were made outside the village, two rude crosses were placed at their heads, and two quiet friends were gone forever. Company E soon noticed a change in Nick. He said sarcastic things about the men no more. He sat apart in the way that Jim Conover used to do. Now and then he muttered to himself so low that K6 LITERARY '81 no one could distinguish the words. The men began to talk, and even the officers remarked about it. Lieutenant Brickworth, have you noticed Private Slate lately? The Captain was speaking. Yes, sirg I think he has the disease. lnsanity? Yes, sir!! It was the truth. Nick had the dreaded soldier's insanity. It comes to war-worn soldiers who then begin to live again, in mind, their horrible experiences and see their dead comrades strewn over the battle- fields. It is the most terrible of all of war's horrors, and it is the hardest of all disease to cure. Strong men become like babies, and young boys turn into white haired, tottering old men when this affliction reaches after them. In body Nick was with his company, but in spirit he was living over and over his hunting for and finding Ji1n. He lost his marksman- ship because it stared at him from every field. He could not eat because he saw it pictured in his food. He could not sleep but what it haunted his dreams. If he had only been better to Jim. If he could only take back the stinging words he had said. Could he ever erase them from his soul? These thoughts and a thousand others drove him to despair, to madness, and at last to insanity. The Captain was making ready to have Nick sent back of the lines to a sanitorium, when a greater force cured him. Company E was ordered to Cantigny. Then came the famous battle. Who can describe it? The men who Went through it do not Want to remember it. All they say is that it was red, burning hell . Nick went over the top. He seemed to hear Jim calling to him from the distance. People stood in his way. They were keeping him from Jim. He lunged at them with his bayonet, and one went down, to stay down. He kept on. Cou1dn't he hear Jim calling louder every minute? Men beside him dropped. Why didn't they keep on? He was. Suddenly he dropped, too, and in the white heat of battle his reason came back. Wounded and dying was he? Well, he would be with Jim theng and there was no one at home to miss him. But, look! There is Jim and Pal 0' Mine coming to take him away! Say, Jim, pal of mine, you're kind of late, and Nick went west . Fate is a strange person, isn't it? For in the little American cemetery by Villers Tournelle the three heavenly pals are sleeping side by side, waiting for the reveille. ANNA APPLEGATE, '21. f-.viii--X xx g g fy REVIEW l'm Going Home Five weatherezl the gales, I 're followed th For gears nntolzl I hare searched for golrl In the Klondike, all alone. I ha ve lorefl and lost, I hare paid the cost, Wiflz. nerer a murmur or moan. I have hall mg hopes., like flimsy ghosts, That waiver' and soon are lost. I hare liz-ell mg life, a hell of a strife, And now I m going home To a place abore, where all is love A land serene anal calm. trails Thank God! I m going home. -II. I '91 .,w. E EERE EU K Hnnnv Borlmn- 6 -iijl f:'T X' I O S SCHOOL ACTIVITIES S5 The Senior B class has shown an unusual amount of enthusiasm this year. The class was organized early in the semester, and elected the ' mrii I following officers: President, Lester SCI1WO4'l'QI'1 it g vice-president, Earl Driverg secretary. Ed. Dal- , i zellg treasurer, Opal Presslerg sergeant-at-arms, A i Wallace Terry. The class is represented in the Students' Council by Lucille Knapp and llasil Beach. -3 'L' I With this league of officers we were ina- .le-5'f5l 'C-5CAW0f'3ff' neuvered through our first sen1ester's session. The Senior pins were ordered. and there being 110 delay, the proud owners received them in a few weeks' time. Several meetings were held. business discussed and meetings adjourned. While the class has given no affair as yet. plans for a Senior dance to be given next semester are well u11der way. We now look forward to a high seniorship with glowing earnest- ness. E. IJ., '2U. N V W The Junior A's organized very late this sein- , ester. At the first meeting we decided that the old I officersf-Edward Matteson. Henry Rusk and Lillie I 3. P Schwartz-should remain in office as president. 4 secretary and treasurer, respectively. 5' During a recent meeting it was suggested that we have something to distinguish us from other . ' classes and we decided that the boys should wear K I I watch fobs with the inscription S. H. S. '20 on them. Quotations were received from different firms and M5051-djfa 55550,-2, the boys are very enthusiastic over it. Our two representatives to the Students' Coun- cil, Elvin Ryan and Maynard Harmesshave shown their pep, and we are sure that they will give us satisfaction. H. R.. '2O. C29 86 REVIEW Juniulftl Among the meetings called by Hazel lrish. President of the Junior B's, was a meeting to elect two representatives to the Student's Council. Fred A U Cook and Stephen Kingsbury were elected. The Adviser of the class is Miss McCoy and the officers are Hazel Irish. Presidentg Herbert .Q Mervin, Vice-President: Lucy Odell. Secretaryg Frances Stewart, Treasurer: and Sheldon Rainey, Sergeant-at-Arms. L. O., '2l. jfi ze! Xxwififi sm-. -mm-Tl - . The Sophomores showed a great deal more pep T u this semester than last, due to the good leadership of our new president. At the beginning of the year a class election was - A i 5f'mw held, at which the following were chosen officers: C Cyril Brunschwiler, presidentg Joe Henderson, vice- presidentg Wallace Breuner, secretary, and Eleanor mg Brown, treasurer. Miss Rible was elected class . y director. We looked to our president for encouragement in Cypm SIQUNM-,,,,JjL5p school spirit and we were not disappointed. One of our most pleasant memories will ever be Rag Day. As a special inducement, our classmen gave a huge box of candy to the raggiest of the Sophs, and you may be sure that each one tried to out-do the other in appearing on that day in garbs which even the boldest tramps and trampettes would have disdained to wear. Betty Lamphrey. in her innocent country garb, copped the prize. On April 30 the class had a meeting to elect representatives to the Students, Council. Harry DeCa1npos and Wallace Breuner were the guilty parties. We are expecting to do great things next year and show our pep still more. W. E. B., '21. SCHOOL ACTIVITIES 87 JO 9 QQQJK, f Xxx, K. . ' . -1 51 t?5 - . X 4. :Z 50, .Fan rap? LZ ,ji F 235.9902 ' ' ' M Y I 'T A 'fiat 5 ' . , 'fall 'Q la. if -, ,- L-bf. ini' I g ,ry P9 , Q.. . ,gn ,-W.. . gf . 'lm vi f.. -Q.: 'sa yg is 51 My 5:4 iz: af . . ' fi' 9 0 I ' O.. 99,4 :. lea , . . . Qs ,B my mv QQ 'I-iR!h.f:5' I' QQ! all Y I . 1' L' fi? 2, Alf DB2- , OW '3' fu ,HM 4 n ':f v ,'by.'-.x whylwu, itQf:t, 'w? 1' - wr 1 ffl, 0,1 5,1 ag! fggly rf ', 'FE' bm '-..f . Phi I '1 yi ., ., I .V . 51041, Hideki' Il!! ,,,E,2,p, '7f,1iuff9 'y:iT'!335?,:F'!iQf f - Hn..uer.QAlD- The Sophomore B class has not as yet organized, but there is some fine material in the class, and when once started we feel sure this class will set standards for succeeding classes. At present they are getting acquainted with S. H. S., having just been ushered in from Harkness and Stanford. It is hoped that they will soon show what they are made of and follow in the footsteps of the '19 class as nearly as possible. wr ff, .y 2 if s , ff, agony ,, M' VJ , ' v Mfg' , rife? fy . A it fm X -' ' ,, , agility . HEN WE RETURNED to school in September we were extremely sorry to hear that the University Extension Debating League had broken up. This meant that interscholastic debates were at an end as far as State organization was concerned. But a hitherto unheard of plan was brought forth by Miss Ashby, debating coach. This was to organize a debating society. As a result the high school can boast of the Forum Debating Society. Early in the season an election was held. Ben Goldstein was elected president and Dorothy Andrews secretary and treasurer. The debating society instigated an interclass debate, in which the senior class came out victorious. Regular meetings were held and the membership of the society rose to twenty-six in number. Entertainments and interesting debates were held at each meeting. The one great event of the year was the interscholastic debate with Fresno. This was on the question, Resolved, that the United States should enter the League of Nations as proposed in the Paris conference. The debaters representing the affirmative were Ogden Hook and Lester Schwoerer. Those taking the trip to Fresno were Paul Jones and Ben Goldstein. These debates were held during school session before assem- blies. This closes our debating career for this year. An election will be held to determine the Forum Debating officers for the coming year. Everyone join early next year and get behind debating in the S. H. S. B. G., '19. REVIEW' SCHOOL ACTIVITIES 99 W' tv UNE will mark the close of another successful year in the Music Department of Sacramento High School. By hard work and perse- verance it is still steadily improving. The Music Department, assisted by individual students of the high school, has given several successful programs during the past school year. Among these were the programs given at the February graduation exercises and at the benefit vaudeville show given on May 2d. At the February graduation exercises the Orches- tra and Girls' Glee Club was assisted by Herbert Corlett, who gave an enjoyable selection on the violin. At the vaudeville given on May 2d the Orchestra, which gave a great variety of selections, was assisted by Herbert Corlett on the violin, Morel Orman on the baritone and by Virgil Cusick, who rendered a vocal solo. Each number received a great deal of applause. That the Orchestra is doing excellent work is evidenced by the fact that the Tuesday Club invited the Orchestra some time ago to appear before them. The Orchestra also gave a program at the School Women's ban- quet, for which they received many compliments, while the Girls' Glee Club did much to stir up a patriotic spirit in the crowd at the Fourth Liberty Loan celebration at the City Plaza. Unfortunately the school has not as yet had the pleasure of hearing the Boys' Glee Club. Last September the High School Band was reorganized, with Mr. Lear as Director. Under his careful supervision the boys have made wonderful progress. They gave a delightful concert during the Senior reception last February. This year, lessons on the various wind and string instruments were offered to the students by the Music Department. This splendid opportunity was not missed by the students, and many enrolled for this instruction. E. G., '19. 90 REVIEW QHWR,-vdafv HE DRAMATIC CLASSES under Miss Jones spent their time in a study of dramatic and historical growth and development from mediaeval to modern times. This growth was studied from the old morality and miracle plays of the Middle Ages to the highly perfected and thoroughly realistic plays current at the present time on the New York stages. In the class work no heed was given to the methods and technique of the various writers and playwrights, but to the force exerted on the dramatic art by the different schools of writers that arose in France, England, Spain, Italy and Germany. ln such cases as that of the English realists of the time of Sheridan and Goldsmith, and the French Romanti- cists, represented in Victor Hugo and Dumas, more attention was given to the influence exerted, and the various plays of the writers. Some readings were also given of plays of these writers. The class also presented a farce, His Lordship, at the athletic show held by Mr. Berringer, Friday and Monday, May 2 and 5. The play was written by M. E. M. Davis. According to some of the students, the farce was up to the standard set by other Sacramento High School productions. It was marked by the same tinge of professional acting that has always been present in plays put out by Miss Jones. Those who made their debut as actors in the playlet are as follows: Arthea Blackburn as Mrs. Catherine Far- ringtong Paul Richardson as Jeems Robert Hanlyg Harold Shay as Marmaduke Craft, Jack Murcell as Sir Henry Tiptong Walter Frates as Jack Bradyg Donald Phipps as Tom Boynton, Irma Chamberlain as Helen Page, Leila Bertche as Jesse Vincentg Edith Roberts as Polly Eastman, and Adelaide Warner as Countess de la Ville, alias Annette. Good character delineation was done by Arthea Blackburn. Adeline Warner, Jack Murcell, Paul Richardson and Harold Shay. The most difficult part in the play was that of the femne-de-chambre who imper- sonates the Countess de la Ville. Adeline Warner played the role to per- fection, with her French features, gestures, and exclamations. W. F., '20. LITERARY 91 Nuts lla 04.5 a HE FIRST ISSUE OF THE X-RAY, Sacramento High School's paper, was published in the Fall of 1916. Since then the different Jour- nalism classes have striven, with varying success, to get the paper out regularly every two weeks. They have published a paper which stands ahead of other papers of its kind, in the United States, in the respect that it carries no ads. It is all news, from the beginning to the end. The different editors of the X-Ray, for the past year, were Blanche Kimball, who is now editor of the June Reviewg Ben Goldstein, who is assistant editor of the Review, Harry Eckmann and Stanton Meyer. A new staff is elected for each issue of the paper. This allows all the Journalism students to have a chance to be on the staff. Much valuable training is secured through the X-Ray work. Sev- eral of the former members of the X-Ray staff have taken up newspaper work, and have been very successful. One of these is Clement Whittaker, who made quite a name for himself, reporting for the Sacramento Union, before he went to war. Another, Arden Adams, is at present a successful reporter for the Sacramento Bee, as also is Miss Dorothy Wilson. S. M., 'l9. fa REVIEVV THE CAFETERIA SCHOOL ACTIVITIES S. H. S. a la Carte A notice came round at the fifth! I thought I was hearing a myth .' It said the cafeteria would open Just as weid given up hopin'. And after the notice I looked in my purse, KI didn't find much, but it could have been worscgj I decided to try my luck with the rest And when the bell rang, I went with much zest. By the time I had reached the so-called campus, The impatient behind were beginning to tramp us. When at last I set foot on the upgoing stair, The savor of pork was filling the air. After grabbing a tray, a knife and a fork I saw my rival get the last of the pork ,' So they gathered for me the leavings to cat,' There weren't very many, but they couldn't be beat I paid for my lunch, and around me did look For a vacant chair and an empty nook. I found none, so stood with my tray in one hand, The hungriest person in all the land. S. H. S. gives courses in science and arts, So my learning came in most handy, in parts, For an acrobat doing the two-hinged hunch, Had nothing on me while eating that lunch. -Dorothy Walsh, 20. 94 REVIEW ff! f M lx. s in win' The Mathematics Honor Society is the only one of the three honor societies formed two or three years i ago which is in existence at the present time. From all -G 9 outward appearances, this organization is very much 4, alive, and in this case, appearances are not deceptive. The officers of the society for this year were , elected at the last meeting of the 1918 school year. M held on May 29, 1918. They were: President, Wal- i lace Nickellg Vice-President, William Sims, Secre- tary, Herman Meyerg Treasurer, Margaret Sullivang Master of Ceremonies, Gaylord Nye, Sergeant-at- Arms, Harold Betts. Owing to the fact that Wallace Nickell and Gaylord Nye both left school, another election was held on February 14, 1919, when Stanton Meyer was elected President and Harold Betts Master of Ceremonies. This left vacant the office of Sergeant-at-Arms, to which position Helen Schardin was elected. Since this corps of officers was elected much has been done, and a great deal of enthusiasm has been aroused. In addition to the regular business meetings, several social meetings have been held. At the initiation held on March 7th six new names were added to the roll, and fifteen or twenty more students are expected to be elected to membership at the next initiation. Owing to the fact that the Vice-President was unable to attend the business meetings, his duties have been ably performed by Muriel Weagant. As membership in this society is gained only through excellence in mathematics, it acts as a stimulus to the students, and its social features engender and foster an enthusiastic school spirit among its members. H. M., '19. e59fwroN' NE YELR, ww vs 4 . 92.112.- -im in U SCHOOL ACTIVITIES 95 2 U mon COLLE . l Ni? i M HE SECOND SEMESTER has been a very successful one for the Junior College, and all the courses were completed in full, despite the many interruptions occasioned by the influenza epidemic during the Fall. The same courses given in the first half were continued this semester. They were: French, Logic, European History, Botany, and American Literature. , The Junior College instructors during this semester were: Miss Ashby, Miss Andriot, Miss Rible, Miss Bentley, and Mr. Berringer. Socially, the Junior College has been quite active this Spring. A delightful farewell party was tendered by the girls of the Junior College to Miss Adah Best at her home at 3118 Sixth Avenue. Miss Best has dropped her college work in order to prepare for the teachers' examina- tions, to be held in June. A novel dancing party was given by Miss May Hing to the girls of the class, half of whom were dressed in male attire, thus compensating somewhat for the scarcity of young men in the Junior College this year. Probably the most enjoyable event was a barn dance given by Miss Marion Mead at her home, The Gables , south of the city. A number of friends of the students were guests at this affair, about twenty-five in all being present. A farewell party to be given in the gym. is being planned by the members of the class. This will take place shortly after the close of college on June 6th. Altogether about seventeen students have been enrolled in the Junior College this year. Of this number those who completed the courses are: Doris Levin, Natalie Burlingame, Marion Mead, May Hing. May Jones, Ida Peekeema, Olive Marling, James Connors, Rupert Draeger, and Myrtis Van Eaton. At Sunset When the daylight fairies at the set of sun. As its bright red eolorinys die, And the stars show their faces, one by one, In the blue and elonflless sky, When I sit with my mother and watch the scene That quickly passes from view, I know that the darkness that comes between, Is the heralrl of sunsets new. -N. B., 21. OFFICERS Dalz DET Qi O es, rl Wait, Tabor. Front Row-Grier, Hurley, Stearns 1Majo 13 o ' ll, af' Htfyf 5164: 1' L4 ,W Ag-5. , 4 vber T4 JW W l' fn 'A in s w N 05 lqix Y4 1 Q lo lv I sX V 1? 417' SCHOOL ,,-. ,ad , , ,eu 1 55- ' A rn, r v 4 VA K auiir lynn ' W io , , 5:4-.'.-L. urs 4 ' -'fi nl,, '.4l 1 Alb' ACTIVITIES 97 E ' Wzwewfr. ' -gg, vehgQQhA. J g, '- A ZW? J - 'gvQr's,' I '- A ' ' ws, A A'j L ll N53 ,' 4 6 'QI' s QI ,7 '44 liqf' M047 7LA..,4.S'aZa,-fciwc 9 5 KVA '4 5: I Lv I 'A' 0 1,15 14 .A Q 7111 f b QX I. , 45:v..uu:' ?A!mvr.v ' ' is' QL .- . l,f A ' Sw I, in .v 1 - ,nrn,wL upsvavqiftq ,Q lp A rs o ,I -74 4' gp, ,Q ' Pg Q' 'Sgt X, H V- dl 47' ng M V' 'ff 4 9 4 0 k 1 A , it IJ ,vf 'ug , 01 1' .I Q E '41 lF, I A :B 7 I: 5 N 4-4 43' 5' 5' ' 75 W JI f sk' A '41 YG sf 91 4 M4 tw Q Q , ,, , D 'ld 4 4 I r 5' Ll' 1 Q zu p ,A rx tv, L gg ow a' si f gg 'O I if 'v 3522 - M A f I f 'aff ' ' A 2 we 2: 1, , x 7 , rx x 1 . x'n' fl,- 'X 4 Wu- - .14 ' ' 7-Hgh... A Ii?h':. ' 'hxilrzsieas ' 'A 'f-7 HE LOCAL BATTALION of High School Cadets has just finished a very successful semester. Under the careful supervision of Major Webster, the Commandant, and Captain Kellogg, a new member of our Faculty, the four companies have gone through a course similar to one received in a training camp. Heretofore the Cadets had a vague interpretation of the infantry drill regulations, but since Captain Kellogg has been here they have learned many new things. The local battalion held its annual military exhibition at the State Armory on the evening of February 14th, in which they showed the results of their training. The four companies competed for silver loving cups for the following events: Best drilled company, best signal team and speediest wall-scaling team. The 5th Company, captained by Ray Hurley, won the Adjutant- General's cup for the best drilled company. This cup was won the year before by the same team, then captained by Van Rosendahl, later Cadet Major. The signal cup was won by the 35th Company, Lawrence Tabor, Captain. The wall-scaling cup was won by the same company. The sharpshooter's medal was won by Lieutenant Blemer. The Cadets held their annual encampment at Mather Field, to- gether with a company each from Roseville and Elk Grove. It lasted from Wednesday, May 28th, to June lst. This was the first time the Cadets had the experience of being in regular army training barracks. The camp, on the whole, was very successful. Next year the Reserve Officers' Training Corps will have a train- ing camp here under the direction of the Government and regular army officers. 'I The officers of the battalion are: Major, Ward Stearns, Staff, Captain Myron Greer and Captain Ray Hurley, First Lieutenant and Adjutant, Harry De Campos, First Lieutenant and Battalion Supply Officer, James Conners. 5th Company: Captain, Elwood Waite: First Lieutenant, Don Phipps, Second Lieutenant, Harold Shay. 6th Company: Captain, Jack Dalton, First Lieutenant, Paul Jonesg Second Lieutenant, Henry Glide. 16th Company: Captain, Edwin Dalzellg First Lieutenant, Gordon Hughes, Second Lieutenant, George Barnes. 35th Company: Captain, Lawrence Taborg First Lieutenant, Jack Blemerg Second Lieutenant, Dwight Stephenson. CAPTAIN R. HURLEY, 'l9. EIN REVIEW THE CADET BATTALION SCHOOL ACTIVITIES 99 otes Y 12: 50 the Auditorium was nearly full of students patiently waiting for the opening of the first Senior noon show. That the Seniors can act as well as make pies was ve1'y soon proved. The show lasted twenty minutes and cost only 5 cents, so no one felt that the price for twenty minutes' fun had robbed his pockets. Harold Shay led a band of follies, composed of George Lowry, Irma Laidlaw, Helena Soule, Ruth Pebbles, Eleanor Stewart, Mary Emma Soule, Lois Warner, and Delilah Brickell. Milton Ilsley impersonated a fairy to perfection, and Reginald Foster certainly created spasms in his Spasms of Delight . Fred Dunster has quite a dramatic future ahead of him, and Elwood Waite should go into the stage-hand business. Virgil Cusick's solos are always appreciated. if 'lf it SX' The most spirited social occasion ever given by any graduating class of S. H. S. took place at the Del Paso Country Club on the evening of February 13, 1919. The Senior A's of the February class acted as hosts and hostesses at this affair, their last big get-together before leav- ing their high school days behind them. It was a wonderful success. The teachers acting as patronesses for the evening were Miss McGrew, Class Advisor, Miss Green, Mrs. Rutan and Miss Crowley. SF ll? Sl' if - Several pleasant hours were spent at S. H. S. in the left wing of the hall and music room on the night of February 19, 1919. After the graduating Seniors had received their diplomas, the Seniors and their relations and friends were entertained by the Senior B's at a large reception, where congratulations were given those who had finished their school days. The hall and music room were all banked with greens, which gave it the appearance of one large garden. At several booths along the hall and in the room, cakes, candies and punch were served. St SF SF SF The William Land School gave the setting of the Junior dance on the evening of February 28th. Dorothy Lindner, Opal Pressler, and Jack Blemer were the people who were responsible for the success of the dance, since they had the business responsibility of the class entertain- ment. Ik Ill' it Sk At 7 o'clock on March Sth the School Women's Club gave a ban- quet, at which Mrs. Hughes, a member of the State Legislature, was a guest of honorj Plates were reserved for o11e hundred guests. The girls of the cooking classes prepared and served the food under Miss Nelson's supervision. This is the first time any such idea has been carried out on such a large scale in the S. H. S. The school orchestra furnished the music, and Miss Zimmerman gave several vocal selections. The two sewing rooms were beautifully adorned in blossoms and green- ery. The whole affair was a perfect success, and has won a name for the Domestic Science Department. 100 REVIEVV A banquet was given in the Cafeteria on the evening of May 15th by the Journalism students of the school. This was the first banquet given by this department, but it is hoped to make such an event an annual affair. This was also the first large gathering in the new Cafeteria. State Controller John S. Chambers was the main speaker. His subject was, The Message of the Press . Mr. Rippey, Instructor in Journalism, acted as toastmaster. Other speakers were Anna McAnear, Lottie Owens, Helena Soule, Eleanor Clementz, and Walter Fratesi. After the banquet a dance was held in the girls' gymnasium. The de- baters from Fresno were guests at the banquet. 12 ll if if A new Student Association was formed in S. H. S. this year. It is different from the last system in several ways, the most important being that the students have no disciplinary powers. The organization serves to stimulate school spirit, and old S. H. S. is again reviving the spirit of pro-war days. The officers are Donald Phipps, President, Elwood Wait, Vice-President, Mary Heintz, Secretary, Dwight Stephen- son, Treasurer, Milton Ilsley, Sergeant-at-Arms, and Harold Shay, Yell Leader. 4 Ili JF If No more do students have to eat cold lunches, except upon their own desires, as the long looked for Cafeteria has been established and is in fine working order, serving the finest lunches in the city. ilk if it :lb Friday morning, May 16th, the first interscholastic debate of this year was held in the Auditorium from 10: 30 to 12, with Sacramento and Fresno as opponents. The question was, Resolved, that the United States should enter the proposed League of Nations . Lester Schwoerer and Ogden Hook upheld the affirmative at home, and Ben Goldstein and Paul Jones journeyed to Fresno to uphold the negative side. Sacra- mento won both debates. HDF it Ill 18 Wallace Nickell and Paul Jones, two members of the class of '19, have successfully passed examinations for entrance to West Point, and are expected to leave very soon. Both boys are well known in S. H. S., having attended this school for nearly four years. if if 'lf 'F The class of '19 has been setting precedents all through its four years of high school life. Perhaps taking complete charge of the Feb- ruary graduating exercises was the most successful. The class decorated the Assembly and provided ushers for the evening, besides entertaining the graduates and their relatives after the exercises. 'lk it Sk :lf At an assembly May 20th, S's. were awarded the Sacramento High School Athletics. Those who received them were: Harold Shay, Ned Kay, Richard Wagner, Addison Read, Robert Read, Carlton Morse, Walter Frates, and Elwood Schmitt, basket ball, Maynard Harms, William Sims, J. Sims, June Longshore, L, King, A. Ryan, A. Westlake, Jack Blemer, Tom Gremshaw, Toshi So, T. Tatti, E. O'Conner, Addison Read, Wilbur da Roza, and Jim O'Connell, for baseball, Crawford John- son, Enso Pelligrini, Addison Read, Wallace Breuner, Myron Greer, Wallace Nickell, Bob Jensen, Ward Stearns, Ed. Dalzell, V. Cusick, J. O'Connell, football. SG :lk 'lk :lk Evidence of the new student organization of Sacramento High School was shown Tuesday night, May 27, 1919, at the first dance held under the name of the school in the Auditorium of the new Washington SCHOOL ACTIVITIES 101 school. The affair was a huge success, all the way from the good eats served to the jazz orchestra that played until a late hour. Those on the committee that managed the affair were Elwood Wait, Chairman of the Entertainment and Premises Committee, assisted by Basil Beach, Frances White, Alvin Ryan and Martin Kilgariff. lk if 'll' Sl: The drab campus had come to life! Across it surged a crowd of care-free, merry studentsg but oh! such students. Ragged and tattered, they stumbled over each other, laughed at each other, and played tricks on one another. Remnants of trousers, strained to the bursting point, strolled gravely around. Outlandish hats of every color, shape, and size flew wildy from group to group. Dresses dating back to grandmother's days primly picked their way to refreshment stands, and everywhere, from the boys' gym to the annex, were rags, and still more rags, brazenly flaunting themselves where yesterday they would have been outcasts. What is the meaning of it all? Listen to the eucalyptus that nods his head above the crowded stand for coffee and doughnuts. He is talking to his friend: Why, neighbor elm, don't you know what day this is? Easter dress parade? I should say not! It's Rag Day, the best day of the year. Happy Rag Day to you! :lk i if If Pie? Well, I should say so. All kinds, from lemon to chocolate or pineapple. All sizes, shapes and forms, and only 10 cents for a great big slice. Good? VVell, I should say so. Home-made? You bet, every one of 'em. That was the kind of pies the Seniors sold on their Pie Day. The class cleared nearly S50 in about ten minutes. The only thing wrong with the pies was that there were not enough of them. The sale was for the benefit of The Review . Ill: fl: SF HDS The composing of the music for the new school song, written by Lottie Owens, was left to Mrs. Hermitage's harmony 4 class. After working for some time the songs are now completed. Evelyn Armstrong received the prize for the best composition. The title of the song is The Purple and White . There were many other very good compo- sitions, honorary mention being given to Dorothy Morril, Esther Siebe, Edith Frazer, Geraldine Rainey, Lois Rose, and Eleanor Travis. : '5': ix XX'a'f'Z ' ' mf 30 fy, 5 gxw- vd WA' ,VYFQZQTI xsarxffff ,ff y ! Q N REVIEW ' ug, E513 0 -Efih., . -:6!i ' A gf-5. -A wairzo' ' .vb-. 'r,Q. O , ' 'UQ 1. Q4-o . 9-- , ,.. gsm: -.3-mga!! h- l9:,f. r f 'lp ' . K - ' . 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At last the teachers and Mr. Dale coaxed them to their rooms and then prevailed upon them to choose their officers. For President they selected an earnest looking, dark-eyed fellow, called Lee Chilberg. The other officers were elected in due time. Gradually they took more 'spirit and things began to move. The dark-eyed President got busy and in a short time he and his Commis- sioners were able to put as much pep into the school as any President ever had been able to do. Tn baseball the Freshmen were soon quite skilled, and were able to play many thrilling games. In debating, the Freshmen debaters won a decisive victory, the subject for the second semester classes being on the League of Nations, a subject of much discussion at the time. The subject for the first semester classes was Government Ownership of Railways. The Fresh- men debaters deserve credit for their work. The Freshmen are now bright, up-to-date classes, justly proud of their accomplishments, and aiming to be an honor to the Sacramento High School. ARLAH UGLOW, '23, Social The greatest event was the school party which was held at the William Land School. All of the students of Harkness High and their parents and friends who attended it were not in the least disappointed. The girls were attired in their simplest frocks, and all declared it an encouraging sight. The floor was not only a fine floor for dancing, but the orchestra was of the best. The pieces they played and the way they were played fairly made your feet tingle to get up and dance. The most cooling and freshing punch was served to all who wanted it, and the evening finally ended by all going home happy. Another party to be given at the new Washington School, on F Street, between Seventeenth and Eighteenth, is expected to be enjoyed equally as much. It was held on Friday evening, May 16th. The Parent-Teachers' Association is progressing rapidly, and is one of the best in the City of Sacramento. The meetings are held at Harkness School, and the mothers who attend, not only find it a source of interesting entertainment, but also a great help. A fine program is arranged for each meeting, and a good speaker delivers a talk on some- thing concerning the welfare of the school. A. U., '23. FRESHMAN SSIONERS I M COM KNESS HAR ti. Chilberg, Joe Tat GJ GJ T mn .E 'U cz cd A-l rn Mabel Kleinsorge. Westlake, Uglow, Jack --Arlah tting E71 106 REVIEW Girls? Sports All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. The latter part of last semester, a relay race was run around the State Capital grounds. The contest was between the High Freshmen and the Low Freshmen. The High Freshmen won by a large score. The race is an annual affair. The winning class gets a silver cup with their number on it. A number of nine-court basket-ball games have been played after school by the different period classes. The games were a source of exciting interest and entertainment. The volley-ball tournament is now on, and two fine and skilful games have been played. The students are anxiously awaiting the outcome of this tournament. When the volley-ball tournament has been played, Miss Mac- Donald, the girls' gymnasium teacher, states that a baseball tournament will be started. We all know that lots of fun is in store for us. Although the boys seem to be somewhat bashful on Wednesdays, and do not make much of a showing, the hour of dancing after school has been enjoyed and declared too short by those who remain. , Miss MacDonald is taking the girls to South Side Park after school for different kinds of recreation. She will instruct them in tennis and rowing, and all are anxious to learn. Once a week Miss MacDonald takes a party of about thirty girls to the Riverside Baths to enjoy a pleasant hour and a half of swimming. From the amount of enthusiasm the girls show, Miss MacDonald must be showing them good times in a wholesome way. Jokes What's What. Skeleton-A man with his insides out, and his outsides off. Snake-An animal, tail all the way up. Note: A green snake is just as dangerous as a ripe one. Snow-An unfavorable report from headquarters. Stage coach-Madame Bernhart. Straw hat-An invention to show the direction of the wind. Student-One who can study and run a washing machine at the same time. Stunt-A novel act, thought foolish by every one, but enjoyed by those who take part. Thermometer-A tube which warms our rooms. Thumb tack-A small thumb nail. Touch system-The manner of approaching dad for two-bits. Track suit-Almost nothing. Turkey trot-The Ducky Willey wiggle. Ventilation-A system to prevent the entrance of fresh air. Want column-A column with many ad-missions. Word-Something we must keep after we give it. Worry-The state of mind that makes some students fear that because school stops Friday night, it will not begin again Monday morning. Wrinkles-Nature's fret work. FRESHMAN 107 Literary Riches Against Appreciation U H DEAR! I am so disgusted with everything! Judith Gray's tone was bordering on ill temper. Katherine, her elder sister, looked up from her drawing with amused eyes: Why so trag- ical, Judy?', There's enough to be tragical about. If there weren't hundreds of other reasons, my name alone would put the finishing touch to the slights that-an unkind fate has heaped upon me. 'Judyl' Why on earth couldn't I have been born an Isabelle, a Genevieve, a Clarice-something with a high-class sound to it instead of just plain, everyday Judy. Sounds like a washerwoman. I might just as Well belong to that kind of a family as not. We are about as poor-almost, anyway. She poked indignant fingers into the rents of a white Swiss dress that she held between her and the light, her forehead wrinkling into lines of contemplation. Look at this dress, Katherine , tossing it over to her sister, who left the table where she had been sitting and came towards her. You can see for yourself that this thing is utterly impossible. I can't mend it again. If there is one thing on earth I do despise , she went on, it is to receive a box of clothing from our well-to-do relatives in the East . Katherine looked up from her examination of the offending dress. Why do you say that, Judy? What connection has that speech with the mending of this dress? It is exceedingly ungrateful of you to make such a remark , she added, for if it were not for those same boxes that you decry, I don't see how you could go to school this winter. Papa's prac- tice is a large one, but mostly among poor people, and a country doctor's family has to economize in many ways. Our family is so large -she sighed. Not but what we are glad enough to have them. They all seem to fit in a special niche just made for their particular use. She leaned over to rumple up little six-year-old Sally's curls the wrong way. Well, if you can't see the connection, Katherine Gray, then it's my duty to let a little light filter into the dim recesses of your brain. Whenever a letter comes from Aunt Marjorie saying that she has just dispatched a box, my hopes go up in leaps and bounds. I imagine all sorts of things. There is going to be one article in the box that will be entirely new-an article that will just about fit me, and I am going to walk into the class room for once in my life in a perfectly well turned out suit, instead of dodging in, as is my daily wont, clad in old fashioned heirlooms that look as if they had been pieced out from a fire sale. Now, take this dress, for instance tpicking up the frail garment and holding it gingerly aloft for the inspection of the entire roomj. What on earth can be done with this? When I first glimpsed it at the bottom of the 'yearly offering', I pledge you my word, my heart gave such a flutter that almost I was persuaded Angina Pectoris had caught me in its dread- ful grip. Yah! Jude can't get over the fact that she's first year in Latin , interposed Bob, a freckled faced youth of twelve, and a brother to be reckoned with at all times. Children, children! Mrs. Gray's entering the room brought a fresh whiff of outdoor air. It sounded like a speech rehearsal was going on here. 108 REVIEW She stooped to kiss little Sally. What was the discussion? Just a little private moan from me, mother, about our poverty , volunteered Judy, taking the hatpin from her 1nother's hat, and gravely turning that head piece around to see it from every point of view. Not so very private, Judy! Mrs. G-ray's laugh was so infectious they all joined-little Sally's treble lacing in and out like a silver thread. l'll tell you what it is, mother , Bob shoved his books over to one side and reached for his cap under the table, Judy has an admirer, Percy Shelton. You know him, don't you? turning to Katherine, who had resumed her drawing, and who only shook her head in answer. He is that weedy looking fellow with glasses-a high-brow, and he's just dippy over Jude. Bobby , interposed his mother, with a glance at Judy, who was regarding him with a ruminating look that bore no sign of retaliation, that is no way to speak of any one . Well, how are you going to describe a fellow that looks like a pen and ink outline, if you don't say it right out? in an injured tone. Anyway, he is sweet on Jude, and wants her to go to the Freshman dance. Jude's afraid to refuse for fear she won't get any more invita- tions, and she hates to go looking like a chromo. That's the situation, mother. No one minds you, Bobby! called Judy after him, as he was making for the door. You are feeling low down in your mind because Daisy Walker let Walter Jones take her on the hay ride. The sharp closing of the door told she had hit her mark. What is it about the party, dear? Mrs. Gray, her arms laden with wraps, paused on her way upstairs. Why, it is only that I have been looking over my scanty wardrobe with the view of furbishing up anything that might look the least bit festive, and the only thing in that heap of 'has-beens' is the wreck before you fpointing out the despised muslin that drooped in every foldj. Percy Shelton invited me yesterday to go to this dance, and I'd love to go. I do so hate being out of things. If you refuse all the time they just leave you out entirely. Naturally it is thought you don't care for festivities, and I dote on gayety. It is terrible to be poor. There are worse things than poverty, little girl , replied her mother, and you must not let yourself become bitter. Perhaps some- thing can be done. When does this dance take place? Next week , replied Judy, but I wouldn't care a jot about it unless I had a nice dress. It is rather a special dance , she added, smiling at her mother, but with such a world of wistfulness in her look that Mrs. Gray decided that a new dress should be forthcoming. She closed the door softly after her, and going upstairs to her own room, opened a little trunk of such small dimensions it had been pushed under the bed. From this she drew out an old fashioned dress of the exquisitely soft shade of pink, called in our grandmothers time ashes of roses, and the shimmering folds fell to the floor in an amazing amplitude of breadths in comparison to our scanty patterns of today. Her first ball dress! A lovely gown and destined to give more pleasure. Little Judy should be made happy. She deserved it, for all her sharp tongue she had been her mother's right hand in those dreadful days when little Sally tossed in the delirium of fever. Dear, outspoken, generous Judy, whose heart was as soft as her temper was quick. Closing the trunk and throwing the gleaming dress over her arm, Mrs. Gray descended to the library, where the girls were assembled. They both looked up at her entrance, and exclaimed at the sight of the FRESHMAN 109 dress: What a gorgeous dress, mother! cried Judy. But where did you get it? One at a time, girls. Mrs. Gray held up a protesting hand. It was my first ball dress, and it is gorgeous, Judy, but I think when it is cut over into the simple fashion of the day, and without this garniture tpointing as she spoke to the pear trimmingj, it will merge its grandeur into just the correct simplicity, necessary to a young girl's party dress? She got no further, for Judy flung herself bodily upon her, and her embrace was strangling. Here I have been railing at Fate, while this beautiful surprise was just around the corner waiting to pounce upon me at the psycho- logical moment. You needn't laugh , turning on Katherine, who was plainly convulsed. In moments of excitement Judy was apt to soar in deep language. I am the happiest girl in this town , she went on, giving her mother another rapturous squeeze. After all, poverty has its compensations. The wild delight I am experiencing at this minute would never be mine if I only had to pick and choose. Oh, if you could only be there, mother, to see me peacock into that ball room! ARLAH UGLOW, '23. Never Again It was a pitiful mistake, An error sad and grimg I waited for the railroad train- The light was low and dim. It came at last, and from a car There stepped a dainty dame, And, looking up and down the place, She straight unto me came. Oh, Jack! she cried, oh, dear old Jack! And kissed me as she spake, Then looked again, and, frightened, cried, Oh, what a bad mistake!', I said, Forgive me, maiden fair, For I am not your Jack, And as regards the kiss you gave, I'l1 straightway give it back. And since that night I've often stood Upon that platform dim, But only once in a man's whole life Do such things come to him. 110 REVIEW S 'X XA WF' ECAUSE everyone was busy catching up with work lost during the influenza, during the first month or two of this semester, Stanford did not engage in - many school activities, especialy in an athletic way. Right at the beginning, though, we organized our school government. In a contest in which great interest was taken, Charles Willi was elected President by a large majority, as also was Cecil Perry- man for the office of Commissioner of Discipline. The most exciting part of the election was the race between Maetta Alley and Charlotte Neel for Commissioner of Entertainment. Maetta Alley won by a neck Cvotej. The other class officers were then appointed by the President and Com- missioners, conjointly with our Principal, Miss Donovan. As yet Stanford has not done much this semester from an athletic standpoint. In Mr. Goldsmith's and Miss Oliver's classes there have been a number of stiff contests between the squads, but with the exception of the recent track meet with Harkness and one or two basket-ball games earlier in the season, there have been few things worthy of comment. Although against a school several times larger than ours, Stan- ford went bravely to almost certain defeat, and fought gamely to the last in the track meet between us and Harkness on May 9th. The score was 16 to 68 in Harkness' favor. Stanford had one surprise up her sleeve, though, that she sprung in the mile race. As soon as the milers were well started, young Eugene Schaefer, only thirteen years of age, left the main bunch of runners at a pretty fast pace, to the silence of Stanford and the hoots of Harkness, who, of course, expected him to blow his cork at about the half mile post. But- He laughs best who laughs last. Young Schaefer came in at the finish at least an eighth of a mile ahead of the foremost Harkness runner. The only changes in the Faculty this semester were the appoint- ment of Miss Hughson as Vice-Principal, and the coming of Mr. Fish- back from Harkness. Miss Cunningham is with us this term, taking the place of Dr. Gostick, who has been ill, but who is now, we are glad to say, well on the way to recovery. Mr. Fishback's classes have been very active in debating, and as a result of the various contests several good debaters have been de- veloped. The Commissioner of Entertainment, Maetta Alley, several weeks ago staged an entertainment which was enjoyed by every one. Those of us who go to the Main High School next year have regrets at leaving the pleasant conditions and happy association to be encountered at Stanford, that are alleviated only by the knowledge that we will be one step higher on the stairway of life. . GEORGE JARVIS, '23. FRESHMAN STANFORD COMMISSIONERS ts, Charlotte Neil. tyne, Ernest Staa Maud Balau Perryman. il QC Maetta Alley, C I. gh ai Standin-Y-Roy H rw Jarvis. Marty, Nellie Flower. George lib Ra illi. XV QS esler. Charl hK ock, Rut t mS To Sitting- si litli tit ricU.ia True Success T IS IMPOSSIBLE to define true success in any one cut and dried statement, for success, whether true or false, is an intangible thing- something never wholly within one's grasp. Men have died and it has been said of them that they were successful. And yet, while they lived they were conscious of their lives being failures. And men have lived and held themselves successes, and have died and were called failures. The man of wealth stands in his sumptuous palace, and people call him a success, yet within himself he knows it all less than nothing, for all his money could not keep his son from sinking into degradation and vice. There is the humble laborer, scarcely able to support his family. He calls himself a failure because he cannot send his son to high school, or give his daughter music lessons, and yet that son and daughter grew to virile manhood and true womanhood. But is it impossible for a man of wealth to gain true success? Again we have the term true success , and again we ask what does it mean? It has been said that little, obscure lives have a way of getting into the limelight. We remember the little girl who played in an old- fashioned garden in Orleans, there was the President who split rails, and there was a carpenter at Nazareth who revolutionized the world. It is often the case that those same little, obscure lives do not come within the scope of the great public eye, but are great, nevertheless. We have them all around us, happy, busy, ambitious men and women, men working six days out of the seven, coming home each night tired and patient, mending roofs, consulting gravely about new shoes and coats, paying bills, going each one his way, living strongly and deeply, women with large families, busy all day long sewing, cooking, cleaning, advising, planning and comforting, living out their true sphere happily and sanely. Perhaps it is that when we first begin to look to our future, and determine to be successful, we are not looking through the right end of the opera glasses, and things non-essential become very consequential and important. However and whatever it is, most of us do not choose the proper medium to success. Perhaps it is that when one of us comes to the Great Sleep, he may look back and say, I tried for a fortune and have obtained it, and yet my life has been singularly empty. I have found in it no deep- seated joy . And another of us may say, I tried for fame, and now Fm known all over the world, and yet, have I helped humanity or myself in acquiring it? EDITORIAL 115 I wonder if there is any of us who may say, I have always done my best, performing each duty as it came. I have been a good example to society . Those alone are they who have been truly successful. And so we have gained the answer to our question: To obtain true success, We must live strongly, simply, sanely, and unselfishly, working out each day's duties as they come, in the strongest, best way serving man and God. HARRIET MORELAND, '20. The Woodland Tragedy The lightning crackled and flashed in its race across the scowling heavensg the thunder bellowed and rumbled in vain attempt to hush the moaning windsg a man stumbled through inky blackness of the woods. How near the black pool was he? The woods becameall aflame. He pressed eagerly forward toward the trail. There was a splash, some bubbles and the lightning showed the disturbed waters of the pool. The wind shrieked in triumph and the thunder lent its mocking roar, and the lightning continued its race across the skies. A. G. The Stranger In Our Midst A stranger has come into our midst. He is so small that few have seen him, so small that his presence has scarcely been felt. Yet many of us realize that he is here, and we want to keep him for our own. His name is School Spirit. We have long and impatiently awaited his coming. Now that he is here, it is for us to show how badly we want to keep him. Saying we want this small stranger is not enough. We must adopt him and train him thoroughly. Individually we can do very little toward helping him grow big and strong. We must work together. Co-operation is necessary for the proper development of school spirit. Students must work with the teachers, not against them. The.clique idea must be abandoned before the true school spirit can grow. Organi- zations must co-operate. They must work for the reputation of the school itself, not for one special activity. Each and every pupil and teacher must have at heart the welfare and advancement of the whole school. When this thought is thoroughly impressed on the members of our school, the proper training of our little stranger will be com- menced. If that training is patiently and consistently preserved, our little stranger will, in time, grow to strong and robust manhood and be the pride of our school. EDNA FLOWER, '19. REVIEVV K In xx R I f f, .My V - fx , h,4. ?g--fy I. lu 'L 5 A gf' l,1' '-73 44? Q1 4 1 11. 2: Q.. 'J ? Vs Rl Eitxmmx 118 REVIEW ns M Q HE SEASON JUSTPAST has been a fairly successful one for our team. There is no use of wasting space in reviewing the games, 'except to say that we played Berkeley High School at California Field for the championship of Northern California. Although out-playing Berkeley in every department of the game, Sacramento was accompanied by its usual hard luck and was unable to put over the final punch when within a few feet of its opponents goal. This happened not once but many times during the game. Perhaps it was due to our lack of back field subs, and their dearth of them. Nevertheless we were defeated by the score of 10-0. We hope to play them this Fall in Sacramento, and to even up the score. Our outlook for the coming season looks rather encouraging to Coach Parker. In the line he will have Jensen, a three-year veteran, Druge, a sub this seasong Fontaine, also a sub, Dalzell, his second year. In the back field beside Breuner, there will be Virgil Cusick, the star of '18, At present Wallace Terry is out of school, but by next fall all hope that he will be back again in his old place. Quarter-back is vacant, but a good man is going out for it in Rowland. Rowland proved his worth in the Berkeley game. Full-back is excellently guarded by Pete DaRosa. His line bucking put the crushers on the hopes of opposing teams last year and he will bear watching next fall. Now for the end. Peter Read, one of the best end men Sacramento High ever put out, will be back on his old end, leaving the other end to be fought over by Blemer and Devere. This is practically all the veterans that are known who are going out next season, and with some new material Coach Parker will not have to spend all his time teaching the rudiments of the game, but can spend more time on new plays. This is something he has not been able to do heretofore. Spring practice will be called a few days from this writing, and many have signified their intentions of coming out to unkink their muscles and to get in trim for next season. Captain Stearns will have this in his charge. Manager and captain has not been elected as yet, but Manager Pelligrini and Captain Stearns are arranging the first of an annual banquet to be given in the near future for the first team men that played in the big game. A manager and captain will be elected at this banquet to pilot the team of '19 and '20. Good luck to the team of '19-'20, E. P., '19. ATHLETICS 7, 3 V3 Ill L ATJALLAEE JYYCHELL Ufn1,wc5B7e5ufv5'4i .km Dsuggg dia 141009 Zifnfrz-5 ' ,-. ?:g fa , Sl i Fr l 54 P N in a. .gn I , 4. gf I . . i . , , y .. , u if P ll ll ,Bon dkmrsrf WARD JTEAQNJ Ep. DMZALL ffm 7B,ym,f!5 A J , 4. . ' '7 2 ' Cam 5 'K 3 , a E V V r' 1, fi, 1 51 ' Q - X w ri .A 'I W Y Z Ma all -13 ,Q f k, . . ' ' , CrA1 hff65E13 J0i?NJT0h'v!VPPfPof! 67555, 41,4 UQNE 'fowmrm wi ' 120 REVIEW Putman g all ASEBALL was a great success again this year. The team this year, although some weaker than last year's team, made a splendid show- ing and kept up the good record of the Sacramento High School. There are just three vets from last year who kept up their good records of previous seasons. They are Captain Addison Peter,' Read, Emmit Skinny O'Connor and Manager Jim June Longshore. Although the team is only composed of three vets, with the guid- ance and coaching of Coach Parker the team has developed into a regular team. The men picked for the first team are: A. Read, captaing C. Tatti, catcherg W. Sims, first baseg J. Sims, second baseg J. Long- shore, shortstopg T. So, third base, K. King, left field, E. O'Connor, center field, A. Ryan, right field, pitchers, Grimshaw, Bronson, Stout and Blemer. Utilities, A. Westlake, M. Harms. We started in the season with a practice game with Mather Field, on March 12, 1919. The Aviators took the game by a score of 5-2. Then came another practice game with the Sacramento Fire Department, on March 20, and they took the game from us by a score of 4-3. It was a hard-fought game all the way through. After that came our first game with the Davis University Farm, at Davis. This was the first game out of town for most of the players, and of course they were somewhat ner- vous. Well, there is no use telling what happened. Davis won. The score was 16-3. Now that made three games straight we had lost, and when it come to losing three games straight something ought to be done, and it sure was. On April 3 we played the Firemen a return game. Well, we don't like to brag about ourselves, but it was murder the first two innings. We cleaned up on the Firemen by a score of 11-1. Then we kindly invited the Davis Farmers over and took a hard-fought game from them. The score was 6 to 5. It was a game of hide and seek for the first five innings. Then the heavy artillery of S. H. S. got agoing and no one could stop them. Then came a report that Courtland had a team, and we secured a game with them on the 26th of April. When we arrived at the Courtland High School and looked at the diamond a beautiful sight awaited us. There were about ten players in suits. The color of the suits were a grass green, trimmed in a bright yellow. The track team went to Davis on April 26, but we had one down at Courtland. We won the game by a score of 11-4. Then came our old rival, Woodland. The team journeyed over to Woodland on May 2 and cleaned up on them for fair. It looked as if they were going to give us a good game at first. They did for about the first five minutes, and then the wild men from S. H. S. started and it was worse than murder from that time on. When the scorer was through adding the runs it was something like 18-3. ATHLETICS 121 The season is still young, and there will be many more games scheduled. Some that are expected real soon are with Auburn, Colusa, San Jose and Fresno. This is only the first year for most of the boys, and they sure are showing up fine, and it looks like a good future for baseball in S. H. S. for a couple of years more. So here's hoping that the team keeps up the good record of S. H. S. next year. J. L., 'l9. REVIEW r, Tatti Harms, bb Parke Kin ach Co t, Blem H Sims, I5 O +-2 W VV . .E M onnor, M 9 fl is E55 mas .. .LGU QE Q22 si cu mi 6 U2 shaw, Ryan. rim , G e LManagerJ OI' s, Longsh 1'I1 tom Row-J. Si Ot B ATHLETICS 123 B asal aim HE SACRAMENTO HIGH SCHOOL basketball team played in hard luck this season, winning only four games. The local team defeated the basket shooters of the Winters High School on two occasions. They also bested the teams of the Elk Grove High School and the local Y. M. C. A. The local team lost to the quintets of the high schools of Auburn, Sutter City, Woodland, Stockton, Lodi and Fresno. The majority of the games were lost by close scores, the locals putting up a hard battle in every contest. Every game played outside of Sacramento was lost by the local quintet, except at Winters, where the Sacramentans trounced their team 34 to 10. The local quintet showed best in the game at Fresno. The first half was close, with the Sacramento boys on the long end 12 to 11. In the second half Fresno took the lead, winning by a slight margin. After the game light refreshments were served, followed by dancing. All the Fresno players complimented the Sacramento team for their clean playing. On April 26, 1919, the local quintet played its best game for the season, defeating the Y. M. C. A. cracks by the score of 17 to 14, winning the championship of Sacramento City and a silver cup offered as a trophy by the I. O. O. F. At the close of the season the local team lined up as follows: Captain Addison Read, Wallace Nickell, Walter Frates, guards, Richard Wagner, Robert Reed and Harold Shay, centers, Elwood Schmitt and Ned Kay, forwards. N. K., '20. M?fA. r Jn EVO 1 I U :N W SE. 3' ,DM , :sim my gc filggifgipi ' f X Tn, 7 E fi' P 'QS X S1 gf., - x x X t:1'n: f 57 :Skagit qxxx . . lfi-,Q -1:..,, ., 0 , K 1 5 C' -A92 J tl- 124 REVIEW BASKETBALL TEAM Parker lCoachJ, Shay, VVaguer, A. Reed. B. Reed, Nickell, Kay fManagerJ, Frates, Schmidt ATHLETICS 125 I I I -LL' ' Emkmug HE TRACK TEAM has just begun its 1919 season, although it will practically be over when this edition comes out. It is very hard to judge a team before they have participated in any meets, and so it is with our team at the present time. The meet at the Davis Farm picnic is not really one to judge by, as six or seven schools participated and some school surely has a star in all that bunch who can win enough points to cinch the meet. We did fairly well in getting third. Our team this year is coin- posed of practically all new men. Blemer, Jensen, Johnston and Steph- enson are the only veterans on the team. The promising new material consists of Quigley, Hildebrand and Flint in the sprints, Knapp in the mile, Holland in the half and 440. Cummings looks good in the hurdles. In the field events. O'Bricn is husky enough to chuck the shot quite a distance. Geraty throws the javelin, Schwoerer and Cusick are in the pole vault, Mugford and Hook are going great guns in the high'ju1np, as Mugford surprised himself by clearing the bar at 5-6. Blenimer shows good in the half-mile a11d should bc able to cop something in the shorter distances. Johnston has been slow in starting, owing to a bad case of the Flu. Jensen is putting the twelve-pound shot around 40 feet and better. Crawford Johnston was elected manager and Dwight Stephenson captain. Meets with Woodland, Davis, Stockton and Lodi are expected. To make a long story short and leave out the old alibi stuff. we will leave it to you to decide for yourselves whether we have a good track team. Here's hoping for the best. D. S., '19. eff' ras 125 REVIEW Second Row-Blemer, Jensen, 0'Brien, Holland. Parker. ch w-Flint, Coa Ro Back WOGFBL Sch ford, S Mu Roza, napp, Da Hildebrand, K W1 Ro Third ley Quig anagerb QM Johnston J, Hin KC.-apt GHSOH ph ook, Ste H W- Ro Fourth ATHLETICS 127 K E:- llc K d x x 1 s ECKYUM rio, HE TENNIS TEAM has been a big success this year. The team was made entirely of new material. When the season opened about fifteen recruits came out, and after much practice the following play- ers were chosen for the team: Wendell Nicolaus, Richard Wagner, George Whitaker, Harvey Eckman and Meredith Jones. A game with Davis Farm was obtained. Davis walked away with the honors-score 3 to 2. The game was a hard fought battle all the way through. The players who represented Sacramento were: In the singles, Wagner, Whitaker and Nicolausg in the doubles, Wagner and Nicolaus, and Whitaker and Eckman, Sacramento played Auburn here May 9th, Sacramento taking the game-score 2 to 1. Wendell Nicolaus, a Freshman, made a good show- ing. The players who represented S. H. S. were: Wendell Nicolaus and Richard Wagner in both singles and doubles. Manager Harry Eckman has obtained a return game with Davis and Auburn, and is trying to get a game with Lincoln. 5itBJEtT VDRFIFT? , I5H'D SHY 1 wasf, Youve NOT SMBJEQT IGITIRNELLMHTIC5 T'DRHFT,FlRE YFR? IF in IN Fl DRHFT Fl Mm N IT min i.. , gl xiii - 0 QQ 0 ? ' N., v I I' In . . A , Q -'nn W 4 t 'i Ennm an- S REVIEW Standing-Wagner, Jones, Whitaker. Sitting-Nicolaus, Eckman fManagerJ ATHLETICS 129 LTHOUGH GOLF, as a high school activity, is something new, if one may judge from the enthusiasm and interest taken in it, it will soon rank among the most popular of high school pastimes. The Sacramento High School Golf Club was organized early in March, and about twenty attended the first meeting. At the second meeting, more than fifty were present, and so many more kept joining that it was necessary to limit the membership to one hundred members, fifty boys and fifty girls. A Constitution was drawn up, officers elected, and some tournaments were scheduled. The officers elected were: President, Lauren Upsong Vice-Presi- dent, Wendell Nicolausg Secretary, Robert Stephensg Treasurer, Her- mann Meyer. Jack Bauer was appointed Chairman of the committee to draft a Constitution. Helen Warrack was made Chairman of the Social Committee, and William Schaw was appointed Chairman of the Handi- capping Committee. Several tournaments were played, prizes being golf balls, golf clubs, and other golf equipment. Some of the Sacramento firms have been interested enough in the game to donate to the club trophies, which are to be competed for by the members. As soon as things get well under way, the Golf Club is planning to schedule tournaments with other cities. A team will be chosen, and as there are some players who are showing excellent form, it is safe to say that teams from other places will have to do some good playing to defeat the local golf enthusiasts. The Golf Club has an able instructor in Mr. Goldsmith, whose idea it was to start a golf club, and who is doing his utmost to promote golf as another activity in the Sacramento High School. The club is fortunate in having Lauren Upson for President, as he is the youngest player on the Country Club team, and plays better than many men. H. M., '19. E-ug,-r,' . ii W4 'ifiiilft I angie 1,5 ,S fii ctaifiaqw 'dx- XX 153m that 30 REVIEW OFFICERS OF GOLF CLUB Standing-Schaw, Helen Warrack, H. Meyer Sitting-'Upson fPresident3, Bauer, Nicolaus. ATHLETICS 131 GH U titties HE GIRLS' ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION has recently been organized under the direction of Miss Townsend and Miss Oliver, teachers of Physical Training. The purpose of the association is to stimulate some enthusiasm among the girls for outdoor activities, as Well as the indoor sports. As it has long been the rule that S. H. S. girls do not compete with outside schools, the main events are inter-class competitions, where keen inter- est and rivalry has already been shown by the different classes. There are eight activities represented, and each class organiza- tion is represented for every sport. The activities are Hiking, Tnnis, Team Games, Golf and Archery, Swimming and Rrwing, and Dancing. The Directors are in charge of sports, and it is the duty of the Director to see that the activity she represents is properly boosted, and to promote interest for the activity among the girls. Much spirit is shown by reports from the several hikes and tennis games that the girls are taking an interest in the organization, and we hope to see this a permanent S. H. S. organization. The Directors for the entire association are: Hiking, Elizabeth Webbg Tennis, Emily Neubourgg Team Games, Anna Leeg Golf and Archery, Dorothy Waiizerg Swimming and Rowing, Lois VVarner' Danc- ing, Mary Heintz. M. H., ',l9. ,Q N I IX Mwst 2501 g fix rx l x eQk51,olJb,1 F may A L 1 M N A: S .gt 'TM Ji qu ,l S fi il. J it 1vuvttv,.,viz3t.i1V...v ' .0 ' 'M 1 ll EE . . ,M NM Flrx Bobby 5 ,fmmmw get mea slain. 13 REVIEVV Zfzwwm In G GOLF iris lefzc W lnqq 4Hnmev3nnArn-no 3? 7 If 134 REVIEW A little nonsense now and then, Is relished by the wisest men. Mr. Berringer-James, why are you always late? James Knapp-I have not time to dress. Mr. Berringer-But I can dress in time. James Knapp-Yes, but I Wash. - Mary Heintz-Oh! look at the caterpillar on Milton Delmue's lip. Livingsston- Life is a game. Witman- I'd like to meet the umpire. Mr. Parker-Mr. Naify, define the word dairy, Lee Naify-Why-er, a dairy is a-is a place Where milk is raised. Teacher fillustrating the law of gravityj--Now, boys, if I stood on my head the blood would run into it and my face would get red. Lloyd-Well, why don't the blood run into your feet and make them red when you are standing? Ray-His feet aren't empty, you simp. Wanted. 1. To grow up+Freshies. 2. An annual tardy excuse-Agnes Tyler. Miss Crowley Cwho had broken down in the roadl-Pardon me, sir, but have you an extra plug? . Rural Gent-No, ma'am, but you're welcome to a chew of mine. Teacher-'Tm good looking. What tense is that? Bob-- Past Miss Seitz- Mr. De Rosa, are you chewing gum? Pete- Yes, ma'am. Miss Seitz- Please put it in the waste basket. Pete flacking the energy to movel- Wouldn't it be just as well to put it under the seat? After coming in from a twenty-mile hike the officer in command -of a negro company said, before dismissing them, I want all the mon who are too tired to take another hike, to take two paces forward . All stepped forward except one big, husky six-footer. Noticing him the officer inquired: Well, Johnson, ready for twenty miles more? No, sah , replied Johnson. Ah'm too tired to even take dem two steps. Brown-What made you start clapping when that woman stepped on your foot in the car? Barlow-I was dozing. I though mother and the girls were hav- ing a musicale at home, and one of them was signaling me that it was time to applaud. JOKES 135 A Ballad in Memory of Sir Thomas Cat H ere's to the memory of the big toni eat, Who sat upon our fence. JI ay heaee'n bless him where e er he s at- We'll not see hini from this time hence. It was upon last Friday eve That he did sit there howling g His song was one which would ntake you grieve- An awful eaterwauling. Upon his chest there was a crest Of the snow's own dazzling glowg And of all the places it was the best To aiin a sure, swift blow. A heavy thud in the darkness dread, A silence-and then a nioang And well I knew that the kitty dear Had gone to his heaifnly home. So herefs to the rneniory of the big toni eat, Who once sat upon our fence. I know heaifn will bless him where he's at, ll n Cat-land from this time henee. -Annie Applegate, '21, 136 REVIEW Wwe. im- Go .f Q? UD QHANQ Off., ....9,,,,,, f ' In 3.5: x ArN'rT!1Z2,6ffL, CUTE E' an t JOKES 137 Who was Nero, Bill? asked one man of another. Wasn't he the chap who was always cold? No , said his wise friend, that was zero, another guy altogether. Father-I'm ashamed to see you crying because a bee stung you. Act like a man. Son-Y-yes, and then you'd gimme a lickin' like you said you would if you ever heard me using that kind of language. Emmet O'Connor-You mean to say that your clothes were made to order? Milton Ilsley-Yes. . O'Connor-Who for? Tramp-Give a poor man a quarter, sir? Sammy-Oi, Gi, I ain't got no quarter. Beeznes ees hard. Tramp-Well, give me a dime for a bed. Sammy-Ah, now youlre talking beeness. Show me de bed. Hickory, dickory, dock, The Queeners hadn't noticed the clockg The clock struck two and pa's big shoe Sent Benjamin down the block. Motto of the student who flunks in ex's: Fools ask questions wise men cannot answer . i.l.,T Professor fwho had been a little too exacting with a student at an examination in Chemistry, asked as a final questionj: Can you tell me anything at all about prussic acid? Yes , replied the student. It is a deadly poisonp One drop on the end of your tongue would kill a dog . Some one, just for a joke, asked for some sweet potato seeds. The clerk hunted all through the seeds, found none, and finally appealed to the boss. The boss explained he was being kidded, and cautioned him about not letting things be put over on him. A few days later a lady entered the store and asked for some bird seed. Aw, go on , grinned the clerk, you can't kid me. Birds is hatched from eggs . Boss-No, Harry, I can't raise your wages just now, but you can speak to me about it later on. Office Boy-All right, sir. Will you be in tomorrow morning? Traffic Cop-Come on! What's the matter with you? Dudley Moor-I'm well, thank youg but my engine's dead. He-You are the breath of my life! She-Then hold your breath a while. Whatever troubles Adam had No man could make him sore, By saying when he told a jest, I've heard that joke before . 138 REVIEW Willie was in a bad temper. His mother had just discovered that there was not a clean nightshirt for him to wear. Never mind, Willie , she said, you will have to put on one of your sister's night- gowns tonight . Wha.t! A girl's?H snorted Willie, drawing himself up haughtily. Yes, Why not? asked his mother in surprise. I won't wear it , declared the small boy. I'd rather go to bed raw . Miss McGrew fin Historyj-If you don't study you'll come out at the little end of the horn. Billy Latourette-I needn't worry. I couldn't get out. Excited Senior, rushing into a store after the peace parade to buy some yarn: I want three yanks, please. Jack Dalton-Last night Harriet called me an impecunious barra- cuda. Henry Glide-Didn't you resent it? Jack Dalton-No, it wasn't till I got home that I found that the name was high-brow for a poor fish . Prof. Kelso Qin Chemistryj-Under what combination is gold released most quickly? Georgia Lowry-Marriage. First Soph.-I may be poor, but there was a time when I rode in a carriage? Second Soph.-Yes, I know, but who pushed it? I want a pair of buttoned shoes for my wife. What style would you wish? Anything, just so they don't button in the back. I stood on the bridge at close of day, Attired in football clothes 3 And the bridge belonged, I wish to say, To the rival half-back's nose. Ben Goldstein-I wish I could revise the alphabet. Catherine King-Why, what would you do? Ben-I would put U and I closer together. Phyllis Hyatt-But, father, he is a man you can trust. . Her Pa.-Gracious, girl! What I want is one I can borrow from. Mick Woodall-Did you ever think what you would do if you had Rockefeller's income? Cy Ford-Yesg and I've often wondered what he'd do if he had mine. ' I don't believe there's any turtle in this soup at all , said the guest to the waiter. Turtle? I know there isn't. If you ordered cottage pudding you wouldn't expect to find a cottage in it, would you? JOKES 139 He was a funny fellow, always laughing and joking with his classmates. One day during English period he was trying to recite on Oedipus in exile and about his daughters. He made several attempts to tell us what he meant, when Miss Finnie, our teacher, thinking to help him out, said: Well, Bart, which one of his daughters accompanied Oedipus? Bart Cavanaugh gazed at her a moment in silent surprise and then he said disgustedly, as he sat down, Oh, I don't know. I got all mixed up with his daughters. I hear your chauffeur died. Yes. Down at camp. He crawled under an army mule to see why it wouldn't go. Nurse- Do you want to see me feed little brother, Tommy?,' Tommy- Feed him? Hooray! To what? Willie was struggling through the story in his reading lesson. No,' said the captain, as he read, it was not a sloop. It was a larger vessel. By the rig she was a-a-a-a-a- The word was new to him. Barque, supplied the teacher. Still Willie hesitated. Barque, repeated the teacher, sharply. Willie looked around the class and then shouted, Bow-Wow! When first he came to her he showed a timid heart, And when the lights were low they-sat-this-far-apart. And when this love grew warmer and they learned the joy of a kiss, They knocked out all the spaces and satupcloselikethis. The two British sailors had secured tickets for the dog show and were gazing at a skye terrier which had so much hair that it looked more like a woolen rug than a dog. Which end is 'is ead, Bill? asked one. Blowed, if I know , was the reply, but 'ere I'll stick a pin in 'im and you look which end barks. Myron Greer- Even animals show their feelings. Only yester- day an animal showed me gratitude. I was wandering along a stream in the country when I met a cow in great distress. Her calf was drown- ing. I plunged in the water and rescued the calf and the grateful cow licked my hands. Dwight Stephenson- That wasn't gratitude, the cow thought she had twins. Well, my boy, said the visitor to Bobby, I suppose some day you expect to step into your father's shoes? Oh, I suppose so, said Bobby, gloomingly. I've been wearin' out everything else he wears since mother learned how to cut 'em down for me. Mr. Kelso, in Chemistry lecture: I will take some hydrogen and then I will take some chloroform- Stage Whisper: Oh, fine! . REVIEVV A Hungry Tramp and the Pie There was a beautiful maiden fair, Whose house was in the hills,- Each morn this maiden made some pies, And placed them on the sills. A tramp came wandering by her place, But not a real tramp was he,- H e d placed some whiskers on his face To scare the lady, you see. He stole up softly under a sack, And crawled upon his knees, He would have easily had more than a smack If he hadn't had to sneeze. Just then the maiden came to view Her now cooled apple pies, Spying the tramp, she tooh her shoe And hit him in the eyes. The poor boy's eye began to swell, And black it grew to be,- He decided he deserved more than a smell Of the pie he before could see. Now, Lucyv, said this pitiful boy, Oh, what, what will you be, If you-'re so bad to throw such things Before you marry me ? The maiden recognized the boy, Then laughed and gave a deep sigh. Both- turned to one another and laughed, And the boy was given some pie. -Nan Bothun, '21. JOKES 141 Dutch-I've got a peach of a job for this summer. Shippey-Where? Dutch-In Honolulu. Shippey-Gee! I'd hate to work there! Why, the temperature often rises to a hundred in the shade. DutchMXVell, but I won't be working in the shade. 1U?4.w5JuI-iv.--'11, Rag Day, 1919 During a particularly nasty dust storm at one of the camps a recruit ventured to seek shelter in the sacred precincts of the cook's domain. After a time he broke an awkward silence by saying to the cook: If you put the lid on that kettle you would not get so much dust in your soup. The irate cook glared at the intruder and then broke out: See here, my lad, your business is to serve your country. Yes, interjected the recruit, but not to eat it. Mrs. Soule-Don't you think Helena sings with a good deal of feeling? Mr. Soule-Yes, but I hope she don't feel as bad as it sounds. You haven't got will power enough to stop smoking. I have, but if I quit, my wife would take the credit for it. JoneseAre you equal to the task of sawing wood? PatHEqual's not the word. I'm superior to it. Local Justice-I shall have the next person who causes a disturb- ance thrown into the street. Prisoner-Hooray! ! ! 142 REVIEW , An Irishman was watching a chemist analyze some water one day. What are you doing with that water? he asked. Analyizing it, replied the chemist. , And what's that? persisted the Irishman. Finding out what it is composed of, explained the expert. And what is it composed of '? queried the observer from Erin. Two-thirds hydrogen, and one-third oxygen, came the answer. f'What th' divil, ain't there no water in it? Cobble-After all it isn't brains, it isn't heredity, it isn't education, but it's personality that counts in making a success. Stone-Righto! What would you be, old fellow, without per- sonality! Lindsay-Why do you object to my marrying your daughter? Pa-Because you can't support her in the style to which she has been accustomed all her life. Lindsay-How do you know I can't? I can start her on bread and milk, ame as you did. s Langford-I used to sing in a choir once. Emerald-How long ago? Langford-Until they found out what was the matter with the choir. Miss Finnie-Reginald, I will give you just ten minutes more to write a short essay on a baseball game. fLapse of ten minutes.J Here is what Miss Finnie read on Regi- nald Foster's paper: V , , Game called off on account of rain. The Farmer- Say, don't you see that sign, 'Private! No fishing allowed ?' The Fisherman- I never read anything marked 'Private' A Brief Summary of Life Hatched. Matched. Dispatched. You'd better marry me. Eligible men are scarce. I suppose I could offer that as an explanation, said the girl, reflectively. After discussion of military terms, Mr. Webster remarked to Miss Latta: You can call yourself a Major some day, Miss Lattaf' Miss Latta- How's that?,' Oh, you'll go out to one of the track men and say, 'I made yer running pants.' JOKES 143 For many years you have been with ine, You have been my closest friend. Now we must part forever more, Amity must apart. Your friendship never failed me, You have loved me from the start. Of all the friends you have been the nearest, And warmest of my heart. , I know we must part some time 5 I've watched you from day to day, As slowly, ever slowly, You've torn yourself away. May Heaven bless you, darling, And keep you from all hurt. I will never more forget you, My own, my undershirt. Miss Townsend, High School Gymnasium teacher, recently re- ceived the following communication from one of the parents of a pupil. It read: Dere Techer: You keap tellin' mi Jennie to brethe with her dia- frame. Now maybe rich children has got diaframs, but how about a pore man wot onli erns 331.50 a day and has got nine childern to by diaframs fur. Its jest one new fangled thing aftur another, and now its diaframs and thats the wurst yet. Yr's, JENNIBTS MAW. Mr. B.-What's the fuss in the school-yard? The Boy-Why, the doctor has just been around examinin' us. and one of the deficient boys is knockin' the everlastin' stuffins out of a perfect kid. Miss Rible-Use prevarication in a sentence. Crawford Johnston-A prevarication is an abomination unto the Lord, and an ever present help in time of trouble. Teacher fto Wallace Nickelll-- The devil always finds some- thing for idle hands to do. Come up here and let me give you some work. Why did you break your engagement with that school teacher? If I failed to show up at her house every evening, she expected me to bring a written excuse signed by my mother. Mother-The teacher complains you have not had a correct lesson for a, month. Why is it? Son-She always kisses me when I get them right. How does it happen you are five minutes' late at school this morning? Blanche Kimball-Please, ma'am, I must have overwashed myself. 144 REVIEW Mr. Bender- Now, Don, where did you get that chewing gum? I want the truth. Don Phipps- You don't want the truth, teacher, an' I'd rather not tell a lie. Mr. Bender- How dare you say I don't want the truth! Tell me at once where you got that chewing gum. Don- Under your desk. Grave is Master Berringer's looks 5 his forehead wears Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares. Uneasy lie the heads of all that rule, His worst of all, whose kingdom is a school. . , Virgil Cusick-Do you think I will ever be able to do anything with my voice? Muriel Bradford-Well, it might come in handy in case of fire or shipwreck. Are you first in anything in school? Kenneth Sexton-First out of the building when school is dis- missed. He-Won't you call me by my first name, dear? She-Your last name is good enough for me. A parent who disapproves of corporal punishment wrote this to the teacher: Dear -1: Don't lick our Johnny. We never do at home, except in self-defense. Solemn Senior-So your efforts to get on the team were fruitless, were they? Foolish Freshman-Oh, no! not at all. They gave me a lemon. I thought your father looked very handsome with his gray hairs. Yes, dear old chap. I gave him those. Miss Hughes hears music in the sighing of a reed and the gushing of a rill. She sees music in all things, too. It is said on good authority that on a visit to the country recently, she found herself standing in front of a five bar fence, and immediately began singing all the dots on her veil. My sister's feller kicked my dog yesterday , said Willie, but I'll get even with him, all right. How'll you get even? asked Wil1ie's friend. I'm goin' to mix quinine , said Willie, with my sister's lip rouge. He-Will you promise to marry me? She-No, but I'd like to have an option on you until the end of the season. JOKES 145 Extracts From the Waste Basket Catherine Heintz- Why is a policeman like a rainbow? Well, Catherine, we are not sure, but probably because he rarely appears until after the storm is over. 'lt 'lf ik it Henry Whittpen- Why are your nose and chin always quarrel- ing? Most likely, Henry, because words are always passing between them. it SS fl? it Bernice Wittenbrock- What is the greatest conundrum in the world? Life, because we all have to give it up. Ik if if 'lt Eleanor Clementz- Why do we buy shoes?', It seems probable that it is because we can't get them for noth- ing. 'lk 'NK Ill :B Clark Erauw- Why is a kiss like a sermon properly divided? It requires, I think, an introduction, two heads and an appli- cation. Call a woman a chick and she smiles, call a woman a hen and she howls. Call a young woman a witch and she is pleased g call an old woman a Witch and she is indignant. Call a young girl a kitten and she likes itg call an old woman a cat and she hates you. Women are queer. I dolled up in my best today, I should say aujourd' hui, And went to town to see my dame, What I mean is ma cherieg But another guy had beat me there, That is, was there aussi. She says she likes hin1 more than I, So I guess that means finis. Suitor-Sir, I ask you for your daughter Murl's hand. Father-Certainly, my boy, certainly! Take the one that is always in my pocket. Why, Myron is a perfect walking dictionary. Dictionary hardly fits him. You can shut a dictionary up. Capt. Kellogg-Don't you always pity a girl who is frightened in the dark? Jack Murcell-Yes. I can't help feeling for her. Innocent Freshie-Oh! Look at that man sitting on the sidewalk talking to a banana peel. Gordon Hughes-I can take out any girl I please. Winnie Allen-Well, I don't know of any you please. 146 REVIEW Boys!!! If you don't want to drill when the weather is hot, Why, just throw a. fit in a suitable spot. A mouthful of lather will help quite a lot-- It's a camouflage. How sweet to love, But oh, how bitter To love a. girl And then not get her. He-Darling, for many a week there has been something trembling on my lip. She-Well, why not get a safety razor? An English Admirer-By jove! You're ripping! !' Florence Benson-Where? Bradford Simmons fgetting funnyj-What is the difference be- tween an old man, a young man, and a worm? Robert Titus-No difference whatever. A chicken gets them all. Man is but made of dust. Along comes the sprinkling cart of fate and his name is mud. There was a jolly bachelor, Who died at eighty-eight, And by his will the good man left The whole of his estate To the women who had answered nay When asked by him to wedg For he declared he owed to them The happy life he'd led. ii i, Frederick Dunster-Why do you use that lip-stick, Elenor? Elenor R.-It's soothing to the chaps. 1 Conductor , inquired the nervous old lady, which end of the car do I get off at? Either end , replied the conductor, politely. Both ends stop. Pat-Mike, 'tis dhrunk yez be. Mike-A lie, a lie, you're spaking. Yez would not dare to spake thus if Oi was sober. Pat-If yez was sober y'd have the common sinse to know yex was dhrunk. Old Gentleman fin street carl- Has anyone here dropped a roll of bills with a rubber elastic around them? Yes, I have! cried a dozen at once. Old Gentleman fcalmlyl-A- Well, I've just picked up the elastic. wh' JOKES Some Huskies, These Modern Girls All in one evening she suffered the following, while dancing with me: The hall is so hot I'm cooked. I'm crazy about dancing. I was petrified when I saw him. That light is so glaring it makes me blind. Can't you shut the window? I'm frozen stiff. You make me sick. I nearly had a fit when he told me about that joke. That last partner I had drives me insane. I simply died laughing. 1 was perfectly dumb. I'm so tired I'm just deadf' Then when I looked at her she seemed as alive and healthy as ever Seasick Negro4Boss, I ain't comin' back over dis heah ocean till dey builds a bridge. Y0u've Got to Slur This Earl-Won't you take a ride with me? Irma-It's too cold. Earl--I have a stove in the bottom of the c Irma-All right, then. I like a little oven. Employer--I suppose you have no objections Youth-You can't'close too early for me. A vision floats before my eyes, I see a bald man's pate: ' One lonely hair is left to mourn And wonder at its fate. Anon I see an insect bite The lone hair that I see. At once an old tale comes to mind: Oh, woodman, spare that tree. Lament 0fl0ne WI10 Played in Bad I never bought a pair of skates But what the ice would meltg I never leave suspenders off That I don't lose my belt: I never bought a new canoe But all the lakes went dryg I never see a pretty girl But cinders rook my eyeg If ever I attenmt to dance, The orchestras all cease- And now I'm old enough to fight, The Germans beg for peace! -Ex. ar. to early hours? Luck ll T?g 1 4? Q A 1 if V f I xg!