Sandy Township High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Du Bois, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1925 volume:

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SPRANKLE DuBois, Pa. 0OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JOO OO J J J J J J H HCJO JO JO5 O JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JO H i OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JOO HK� S COMPLIMENTS of THE HOTEL DUBOIS DuBois, Pa. 000000000 J JOOOOOOOO JOOOOOOOOOO JOOO KJOOOOOOO J JO J 00 JO JOOOOOOC 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 MOULTHROP BROTHERS Hardware, Auto Accessories, Sporting Goods and Radio Supplies Page Eight THE FLAMBEAU 00ooo KHKKKKKH oooo H 0O0oooooooooc‘a ooooo h ooo khkk oooo «h o h ooo0 h 0O0oooooo0oooo0ooooo0ooo0oooooooooooo C. LUTHER LOWE Pianos, Victrolas and Musical Merchandise ROSS-NARR ELECTRIC SHOP 107 North Brady Street A. B. C. ELECTRIC WASHERS ROYAL ELECTRIC CLEANERS Appliances of Quality “The Store of Better Music” ? HKKH 0 KKKKH KH (KH XKH {KKKKHKKHJ1K $ 0000000000000000000000000000O0000O00O00O00O000000O 5 HUNTERS SHOE STORE Quality Shoes Modern Repairing 22 N. Brady St. DuBois, Penna. Compliments of TAMLER’S Dollar Department Store £0000000000O00000O00000O000O0O0O00000000O0O0OOO0OOOrt H H H H H H H H-H H H- FENNELL HEBERLING Plumbing, Heating and Gas Fitting DuBois, Pa. Jooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooochjooo Compliments of GENT’S GROCERY STORE 204 Dixon Avenue DUBOIS GARAGE “Never Closed” NASH AUTOMOBILES Fireproof Storage and Repairing XXKXlOCKXKKKKHJOOOOtKHJOOOOOOOOCKHJOOOOOOOCKlOOOOOOOOaO Thor Electric Washers and Ironers R. C. A. and DeForest Radios Blakeslee Electric Supply Co. Both Phones g 12 E. Long Ave. DuBois, Penna. 000000O00O0O00000000000000000O00O00O00000000O0000000000000000O000O0OOOOO0O000O00OOOOOOO00O0O00O000O0000 TU FLAMBEAU THE CLASS OF 1925 Published by the Senior Class of Sandy High School, DUBOIS. PENNSYLVANIA A. D., Nineteen Twenty-five Page Ten THE FLAMBEAU SANDY TOWXSIlll HH.H SCHOOL M i f As v - V i hl Table of Contents Foreword......................... Dedication....................... Faculty.......................... Class History.................... Class Prophecy .................. Class Poem....................... Class Will ...................... Class Song ...................... Seniors ......................... Sandy Sights..................... Flambeau Staff .................. Editorials....................... Literary Department ............. “Don’t Pretend” .............. “Somebody’s Daughter”......... “A Narrow Escape”............. “Ruth’s Treasure” . .......... “A Treasured Dream”........... “In the Day’s of Caesar”...... “Coin’ Somewhere”............. 12 13 14 17 19 21 22 23 24 32 34 36 40 40 42 43 45 47 47 48 “A Mother’s Son”............... “The Backwoods Product”........ “Fish? Worse’n That, Wildcats!” “The Haunted Staircase”........ “The Old Chest”................ Poet’s Corner.................... School Notes .................... Senior Notes .................... Junior Notes .................... Sophomore Notes ................. Freshman Notes................... Orchestra Notes ................. Dramatics........................ Club Notes....................... Athletics........................ Alumni........................... Exchange ........................ Jokes............................ Autographs....................... 50 51 52 54 55 58 07 08 71 70 81 85 86 95 98 104 105 100 109 Page T n� e vc THE FLAMBEAU Foreword j rpo the occasional reader, this issue will portray many of the Joy� , much of the happiness, and a few of the sorrows of life which are experienced at an educational im-titutinn. To the Class of 1925, may it ever he a true standard of the ideals of Sandy, ever reminding them of the true friendships formed, the happy times experienced while attending dear old Sandy High. THE FLAMBEAU Page Thirteen DEDICATION Frank S. Attinger. B. S. Whose eminent fairness has XVon us, his Friends, and ever l(cpt our esteem. Whose kindliness, unassuming modesty, deep sincerity}. ever increasing teaching poiver, and xvhole hearted interest in the xvelfare of the students have assured him a place in the hearts of every Sandy student. To him JVC affectionately dedicate this issue of THE FI.AMBEAU FRANK S. ATTIXGKR was born March 15, 1895, at Port Trevorton, Pa. His early life was spent in rural school. In 1912 lie decided to go to school and entered I ehanon Valley Academy. After a few weeks there lie decided that there was no place like home, and home he went. The fall of 1913 lie went back and graduated from that institution with honors in 1915. He continued his studies in college there until the spring of ’17 when he enlisted in the U. S. A. A. S. and served his country for two years. It was during the Aisne offensive that he won a divi ‘ ' ! ‘‘ , given by General Poignon. Af- ter returning from France, he started to teach and at the same time continued his studies at Susquehanna University. He was graduated from that institution in ’22 and came to us as Principal of the High School, lie has served in that capacity for three years. 12638182 Page Fourteen THE FLAMBEAU WILLIAM SIMGF.LMYER. A. B„ A. M.. I d. I). (¥| ILLIAM W. SPKiKLMYER attended a rural school until 1892, then entered Missionary Institute in 1892, and hy spring term was able to prepare for college. He taught a rural school during the years 1893, 1894 and 1895. In the fall of 1896 he entered Susquehanna I niversity, took the classical course, and graduated with honors in the class of 1900, with A. B. degree. During his college years Mr. Spigelmyer was end on the varsity football team, played a violin in the orchestra, and sang tenor in the (llee Club. In the season of 1900 he was manager of the baseball team. In 1903 he received the degree of A. M. and in 1918 degree of Doctor of Pedagogy was conferred by Susquehanna University. For eight years he was principal of the Lewis Township High School and was Superintendent of Public Schools of Union County for fourteen years. In 1922 he was elected Supervising Principal of Sandy Township Schools and in 1924, when the district was made independent, he was elected as Sandy Township’s first Superintendent. Sandy has been very fortunate in securing his services and we hope we may continue to have him at the head of our schools. THE FLAMBEAU Page Fifteen MISS HELEN (I. BAILEY DuKoim High School, 1917 Indinnn Stale Normal, 1919 Pennsylvania Slate College Miss Hailey is probably the best known teacher in Sniuly, having been in our scliool Tor live years. She is ready to advise and iu lp everyone la may need her assistance. The pupil- ot Sandy High will never lack !' ,n n r,mas long as Miss Bailey is U H‘: lien will always 1h� a warm pot in the hearts of the (Mass of '2. ) tor her. Social Science Librarian MISS RUTH IRENE BOND. A. II, B. 0. Unenwamp Township High School. 1920 Kcyntone State Normal School, 1922 Susquehanna University, 1921 King’s School of Oratory (Summer), 1921 MMiis is Miss Bond's first year with us but so far she has lived up to tile saying, “Hood goods are done up in small packages. The success of the plays that the school has given depended upon her excellent coaching. Something seems to tell us that she has another ambition to fulfil other than teaching school all her life. We wish her success in whatever it mav ht . English MISS VIRGINIA GOI'LI) COOK. B. S. Leech burg High School, 1919 ('nivernity of Pittsburgh. 1923 One of the jolliest teachers in our midst is our Science Teacher, Miss Cook. She coached our girls’ basket-hall team and gave the orchestra a start, adding much to the activities of the school. She believes in furnishing the car. even if it isn’t leap year, and uses her Ohlsinohile to quite an advantage. Here’s hoping Sandy will he fortunate in securing her services for the coming year. Science Page Sixteen THE FLAMBEAU .MARJORIE R. HECK. B. S. Coudersport High School. 1920 Carnegie Institute of Technology (Margaret MorriKon). 1924 Down on tin first floor is the teacher who knows how to make everyone in the building hungry. Just the aromas that come from the kitchen are enough to make your mouth water. The man who gets her will never go hungry. She greets all with a cheery smile anti is always ready to lend a hand whenever she can. Home Economics MISS BEATRICE OTELIA I'FEFPER, B. S. Gettysburg High School. 1920 Gettysburg College. 1924 Miss PfefTer is what everyone would call a good sport. She is always ready to enter into any fun, having been properly initiated into the Senior club. All her efforts, however, are not directed along the lines of fun; she makes us stand around when she starts teaching Mathematics. Miss PfefTer was never known to shirk her duty and wherever she goes she will receive a hearty welcome. Mathematics MISS MARGARET ROWER STEELY. A. B. Shamokin High School. 1920 Bucknvll University, 1921 Miss Steely s chief sin is getting homesick and going home for the week-end. We think she may have some attraction that draws her there so often. She is admired by every pupil for her willingness to aid all in trouble. She is never cross (!), always wearing the same little smile. We hope that she may continue in success as she has started. French Latin THE FLAMBEAU Page Seventeen Class History Class Motto Class Colors 44Deed Not Words’’ Brown and White Class Flower Him Violets Senior Class Officers .... Eliza Kemp ...Daniel Lewis Margaret Smith Frederick Kngell President..... Vico President Secretary..... Treasurer...... Dedicated to the Class of ’25 Freshmen, ’21-’22 It hasn't been long, just four short years ago, we entered Sandy High as shy little Freshmen. e were hailed on all sides by, “Lost, greenie?” ••Off the grass, greenie!” “Wrong room, greenie!” Yes, that is what they said to us. With time and guidance from our teachers we became accustomed to our places. We made the other classes see we came for business bv holding a class meeting, October 12. 1921. The officers elected were: Willard Crist, Nora Bailey, Avis Hetrick and Hladys Emerick. Those elected were proud to be the officers of such a “gang”, and did their best to guide them through their first timid steps. We stepped out by giving a Hallowe’en party, October 31, to the school and Faculty. We were complimented on being such tine hosts. The Christmas holidays soon passed and we came back for mid-term. Those were the dreary days. But we managed to pull through as only “we” could. The days flew past and we found ourselves in front of the photographer—you see time was bringing us to the end of the term and we were to honor the Seniors by allowing them to have our pictures for The Flambeau. The first of June we came back for the last time as “(Ireenies”. —Exit Freshmen. Page Eighteen THE FLAMBEAU Sophomores, ’22-’23 We came hack in the fall with a sure and steady step for we were Sophomores. The first meeting was called September 11. 1922, by our adviser. Miss Hamilton. The former officers having fulfilled their task of the first year so competently were re-elected. We held a Halloween party in the Auditorium October 30. It proved a success as everyone declared they had a good time. We held a social at Salem Hall in November, which proved quite successful for the first attempt. November 15. a special meeting was called to elect a new president. Willard Crist, our former president had left us. August Miller was elected. Another important meeting was called for the choosing of Class Motto and Colors. The blue violet was chosen as Class Flower, Brown and White as colors, and “Deeds not Words’’ our Motto, which we hope to have followed. A sleigh-ride was enjoyed by all, January eleventh. The mid-term exams once more tried to take away our bright smiles, but we conquered like warriors of old. We finished a very successful year. —Exit Sophomores. Juniors, ’23-’24 We filed into Miss Bailey’s room as respected Juniors, the green long since worn off. Nature’s law, “Survival of the Fittest,” seems to lx applied directly to us. The smallest class, but fit for the hardest task. Our first meeting was held and officers were elected. President...........................A. Miller Vice President.... ................C. Slattery Secretary..........................A. Hetrick Treasurer............................E. Kemp Class Conductor............... .....J. Harter The Juniors, a jolly bunch, enjoyed making people happy. They gave their party to the school and faculty, October 26. Everyone enjoyed a fine time. The Christinas vacation was needed to give such studious pupils a rest, but we were glad to come back to school and—(exams). The class gave a play entitled “Excuse Me.” It was very successfully put over by an excellent cast. The profits from the play were used for the Junior-Senior reception. We entertained at (Jreenwood Park, May 21. Sports, dancing and music were the main features—and eats, of course. —Exit Juniors. Seniors, ’24-’25 We had reached the final goal as we well knew when we came back to Sandy High for the last fleeting year. Though we were dignified and sedate, the little frightened Freshmen brought back pleasant memories. We, now, partly realized the duties that a Senior has cast upon him in preparing for the future. The following class officers were elected: President............................E. Kemp Vice President.......................D. Lewis Secretary............................M. Smith Treasurer____•.......................F. Engell We held a social in November at Oklahoma Hall. It THE FLAMBEAU Page Nineteen proved a humming success. The Christmas vacation and “mid-term” passed like the flying wind. The Flambeau play, “Mr. Bob,” was a bowling success. We hope The Flambeau will be as successful. The Senior play soon followed, “Hurry. Hurry, Hurry.” It did not fall down in the reputation made by previous plays given at S. H. S. The (iraduating exercises and activities and our four glorious years together as a class, we pass out never to return again as Students of Sandy, realizing that “Knowledge is proud because she knows so much, Wisdom is humble because she knows no more.” —Avis Hetrick, ’25. CLASS PROPHECY Dreams to Awake Year—1935. Date—May 2( . “Ten years tonight since I graduated from Sandy High, I wonder if my classmates remember,” I mused as I glanced at the calendar. “A letter for you, Miss Nora,” said the little maid. (dancing at the post-mark I saw the name of my old home town, DuBois, Pennsylvania. Opening it, I read: DuBois, Pa. May 24, 1935. Dear Nora: Do you remember the day in Professor Attinger's study hall that I told you of my ambition to tour the world! I have carried out that ambition, and it has taken me exactly ten years. During my travels I met every student in the class but you, so I am writing to find out what von are doing in the State of Vermont. The month of May always brings memories of our graduation; it hardly seems possible that ten years have passed since that time. It was so interesting to meet all my old school chums and to find out their occupations. The first person I met was Anthony Talasky, in New York. He has a chain of garages extending from coast to coast. He informed me that Andrew owned a silver mine in Nevada and that he had married Olive Stiteler. Visiting Nevada I looked them up and they have a little girl that reminds me of Margaret Smith—always talking, you know. I met Margaret in Boston. She is an elocutionist and hasn’t found a Romeo vet. My tour through China is one that certainly is worth while mentioning, for I mot Neil Walters, lie has become an accomplished scientist ami author. My visit in California gave me the pleasure of meeting Dan Lewis and Fred Engell. They are in the fruit growing business. They always were fond of peaches. You wouldn’t know Fred, for he is a three-hundred weight. I found Dan without a wife but he said he still had an eye for the women. Fred is married to a Mexican girl who has a mysterious past. While in Chicago 1 attended a style show. It was a very elaborate affair; the models were dressed beautifully. Who do you suppose they were? Etha (iuiher and Catherine Ellis. They always were the models of our class. Etha is a divorced woman and Catherine is still single, but still has many suitors. Page Twenty THE FLAMBEAU Julian Hayes is located in Chicago also. He is superintendent of the stock market there and is very prosperous. lie married an actress hut is not very happy. He inquired about Avis Hetrick. Did you know she was running an asylum for deserted cats? Her old chums, Mary and Mavme Minns, are living in Florida. Mayme was the first to be married out of our class. Homer is a proud daddy of seven children. Mary lives with Mavme and takes great interest in the children. I read in the paper that Charles Slattery has been elected Principal of Sandy High School. He always tried to be that so I'm sure you will agree with me that lie will succeed. Remember how he used to tease Stella Rhodes' Stella married a man from Washington. 1 visited with her a few days. She has nine children. I was completely dazed when I came in contact with their nurse, for it was our old friend, Catherine Saluda. Sin makes an excellent nurse. Catherine always was so patient and willing to listen to one's troubles. Florence Xaugle lives in the southern part of Texas. After graduating she took up physical culture and was very successful. She married a very brilliant man. Do you remember Dorothy Roberts? What a simple question to ask; one could never forget her, for she was the pick of the class! She married a Virginia farmer. That doesn’t sound like Dot, does it? She was always stepping out with “cake eaters” as we used to call them. She took up the beauty profession but wasn't successful. She always gave me the impression that she was to become a novelist. Mabel Rankin and Krma Connor are in the teaching profession. Krma is a mathematician and Mabel a botanist. They are typical old maids. I don’t know whether they have cats on the brain or not. While in Europe I met Mary (Judinas. She taught French after graduating from Swarthmore. She is traveling with her husband, who appears as a regular dude. I’m sure this news will cheer an old maid like you, Xora. Please answer as soon as possible, for I am anxious to hear what profession you have taken in life. I will send you my latest novel on “Travels.” Your old school chum, ELIZA KEMP. —Nora C. Bailey, ’25. THE FLAMBEAU Page Twenty-one THE SENIOR CLASS There is a class in Sandy High, Which is the best you ever did spy; It is the best in the whole school. Let me tell you, we never fool. It is the smallest class you know. But it makes no difference, we are not slow; We study hard from morn till night. Always willing to do the right. There are just twenty-three in all, But I guess that isn’t too small; We have come through many a struggle, And are ready to overcome any trouble. There are seven hoys, I suppose you know, That they are by no means very slow. The rest are all girls—sixteen in all. They are all sizes—large to small. We are the Senior (lass, you see. That is why we are all busy. It is the Dear old Class of ’25 Which is not dead but much alive. —X. C. W., ’25. PaRe Twenf -tn'i THE FLAMBEAU CLASS WILL, ’25 We, tin members of the Class of 1925 of S. II. S., realizing that we must soon depart from this all pervading atmosphere, seeping with profuse and profound intelligence, take this opportunity while we are yet sound of mind and in an evenly composed state of mental equilibrium. to make and publicly declare this, the following, to be our last Will and Testament, bequeathing the following precious properties, descending chattels and heirlooms handed down to us by the most highly exalted (and exhausted) class of 1924, who were educated, expurgated and liberated by this self-same institution, and which we, in turn, hand down to those following in our footsteps: FIRST: To Mr. Attinger, the future Chemistry class, with the hope that he may turn out some sharks. SECOND: To the .Junior class, all our old I . I), hooks, and we hope they will put them to good use. THIRD: To the Class of '26, all the honors bestowed upon a Senior. FOURTH: To Ruhv Xaugle, Nora Bailey’s extra supply of weight. FIFTH: To Isabelle Divins, Katherine Salada’s reputation as a mischievous girl. SIXTH: To Marie Bundy. Florence Xaugle’s midnight blonde complexion. SEVENTH: To Gladys Dunlap we will Neil Walters. EIGHTH: To Teddy Gray we will Mahle Rankin when she grows up. NINTH: To Charles Chatfield, Anthony Talaskv’s seat in the Senior room (because it is extra large). TENTH: To Ellis Barker we will Dan Lewis reputation as a ladies' man. ELEVENTH: To William Killila we will the privilege of going rilling with Eliza. TWELFTH: To John Fye we will Andrew Talas- ky's name, “Harold Teen. THIRTEENTH: To Margaret Atwell we will Avis Hetrick’s beauty parlor in the Senior class room. FOURTEENTH: To Pet Belton we will Dorothy Roberts’ reel hair. FIFTEENTH: To August Miller we will Stella Rhodes. SIXTEENTH- To Jay Lilac we will Olive Stiteler's little giggle. SEVENTEENTH: To Florence Waggett we will Dan Lewis’ love. EIGHTEENTH: To Jim Pittsley we will Mary Minns’ temper. NINETEENTH: To Columbus Sperie we will the kisses Judy gave Avis. TWENTIETH: To Ruth Lewis we will Erma Connor’s school girl complexion. TWENTY-FIRST: To Melva Leach we will Etha Guiher’s fellows. TWENTY-SECOND: To Edna Lindsay we will Margaret Smith’s ability to talk. TWENTY-THIRD: To Walter Morgan we will Katherine Ellis' ability to do Algebra. TWENTY-FOURTH: To some good Junior we will May me Minns' Chemistry book. TWENTY-FIFTH: To the Faculty, the coming Seniors, hoping they will he as ambitious as we, the Seniors now stepping out into the open world, have been. We do hereby appoint the Faculty sole executors of this Will and Testament. Signed: CHARLES SLATTERY. Witnesses: DANIEL LEWIS DOROTHY ROBERTS THE FLAMBEAU Page T iventy-three CLASS SONG TI NE: “AUI.D LANG SYNE” We’re here tonight to bid farewell To friends and teachers dear; The time has come and we can stay But few more minutes here. Then while we tread the path of life, So long and full of stress. May we oft think of happy times We spent at S. If. S. CHORUS We love thy very name, Dear S. II. S., farewell to you, And when we try our tasks to do. May we e’er give thee fame. The teachers here have labored long To aid us on our way, That in our work we may be strong, And helpful day by day. To you all gratitude we owe, For thoughtful, guiding care. You’ve been our inspiration, too, And friends beyond compare. CHORUS To our teachers kind and true, Who’ve shown the course to take, To you we bid a sad adieu, We’ll ne’er your path forsake. With our motto, “Deeds not Words,” We’ll always win the day; The class of which you’ve always heard. We’ll never meet dismay. To S. If. S. a song we’ll raise, (live her a rousing cheer, Acclaim our loyalty by praise, Uphold her name so dear. CHORUS Dear Classmates all, farewell to you, do forth with burning zeal, Til all success may be your due. Your effort,—greatest weal. Page Twenty-four THE FLAMBEAU NORA CARLYX BAILEY—“Nudge” ‘‘Good goods an' done up in small packages. Athletic Association Love Pirates of Hawaii” “Excuse Me Arrival of Kitty” Toreadors “Mr. Bob Hurry. Hurry. Hurry! Whitcomb Kilcy Program Mark Twain Literary Society Vice President, ’22, ‘23 Academic and Vocational Courses M. M. K. Club Elson Art Exhibit Nudge’' is the actress of our class. We can always rely on her cjs our leading lady. She dances her way through life without a care or a worry. Her aim is to travel to Spain. We hope she brings a delightful companion” home with her. “Gumnose! ERMA MARY CONNOR—“F.rmie” She is short and u wee bit stout, That’s because she travels the Clear Run route.” At hit tic Association Vocational and Academic Courses M. M. R Club Mark Twain Literary Society Ermie” is a loyal student of the Senior class. She never misses anything if she can help it. She is very ambitious and lilfes to Worl( Algebra. She is very fond of seating and other sport. Ermie” is always game. Her aim is to become a teacher and D’e surely do wish her luck. Huh?” CATHERINE E. ELLIS— Caddy A wee bit slim and a wee bit pretty, Full of fun and very witty. Whittier Literary Society-Academic and Vocational Course Excuse Me” Vice President of M. M. R. Club Athletic Association Caddy” is one of the quiet lasses in our class (??). She and her pal, Josie ” do all the mischief in our room. Caddy” is very studious, especially in French (??). She has chosen for her profession the teaching profession. but she is going to be an old maid. “Caddy is going to Clarion Normal for the summer session. We wish you luck and hope you succeed. It wasn’t me, it was Florence! THE FLAMBEAU Page Twcnty-fivc FREDERICK J. ENGELL—“Freddy “Freddy Engel) is very slim. Very studious and full of vim.” Academic Course Flambeau Staff, 25 “Excuse Me “The Toreadors” “Hurry, Hurry. Hurry!” Class Treasurer. ’25 Mark Twain Literary Society Athletic Association Whitcomb Riley Program Klson Art Exhibit Science Club Freddy is usually the manager of the business pari of our plays and entertainments. He is very studious and fond of books. also girls. He, with his friend Dan, expect to go to college, even though they have to wash dishes to get there. Wc admire their pluck- MARY ANNA GUDINAS—“Meddy” A better lass could not be found If we searched the whole world 'round.” Whittier Literary Society Vocational and Academic Courses Flambeau Staff. 25 Treasurer of M. M. R. Club “Hurry, Hurry. Hurry!” “Meddy is a very studious girl. She likes to work Algebra problems and her answers are always correct. Mary and Margaret are very good friends, always being together. Mary frequently gets spring fever and then starts coaxing someone to go to the Elks with her. Her aim is to become a teacher and wc all hope she succeeds. Wc wonder if Tom and Joe will allow her to remain a teacher long. Hey. Spagett! ETHA BLANCHE GLIHER—“Ose” She is said to be so very quiet. But if she gets angry she'll sure raise a riot.” Whittier Literary Society-Vocational and Academic Courses M. M. R. Club Athletic Association Etha's New Year's resolution has made her a very good girl. She has resolved to leave the boys alone and poor Bill is suffering the consequences. “Cese” has decided to become a school teacher. She and her friend. Catherine Salada, are planning to go to Clarion Normal for the summer term. She studies hard and is always ready to recite without hesitation. We only hope she doesn’t i eep Bill waiting too long. “Oh, I met the swellest fellow!” You bonchcad!” Page Twenty-six THE FLAMBEAU JULIAN HKLNOKE HAYES—“Judy Very studious -(???) and full of fun. Mark Twain Literary Society • lx� ve Pirates of Hawaii” “Mr. Boh” “The Toreadors” Hurry. Hurry. Hurry! Klamheau Staff. 25 Academic Course Basket Ball. 25 Athletic Association 7« V is very studious and very bright. His chief delight is going with the girls, but he can never f(ccp a girl when his brother is around. He is one of our basket ball stars and We are very proud of him. Judy hasn’t decided what he will do, but we expect him to be a head waiter at a summer resort. IVc wish you success. I won't do it! AVIS CLAIRE HETRICK—“Pat ‘ She’s the vamp of the Senior class. But we’rv very proud of this dear lass. Pres. Whittier Literary Society-Class Secretary, 22. ’23. ’24 Athletic Association M M. R. Club Klamheau Staff, ’25 Mr. Boh “Arrival of Kitty” Vocational and Academic Courses Avis is a very bright lass. guess that’s the reason boys pick her. She is Very mischievous and always helps to mal(e some heavy hearts light. She expects to be a cranky school marm,” which we know she can be—if some nice young man doesn’t cross her path. “Be Gorry!” “’Lira Jane is a jolly lass. She’s the brightest rirl in the Senior Class.” Class President. 25 Class Treasurer. ’24 Kdilor-in-Chief of Klamheau, ’25 Klamheau Reporter, 23. 24 Academic Course M. M. R. Cluh Athletic Association President Mark Twain’ , ’25 “Love Pirates of liawal” “Arrival of Kitty” “Mr. Boh “The Toreadors” “Excuse Me Secretary Science Cluh, ’23 “ ’Liza. is one of our studious classmates. There is nothing so difficult but what ‘ Liza” can't get it. She is fond of helping others and giving a word of cheer if we look down-hearted. After all. she is full of fun and ever ready to have a good time. Oh. My Heart! THE FLAMBEAU Page Twenty-seven DANIEL E. LEWIS—-Dan ’ “Dan ia u woman hater (?) Academic Course Mr. Boh Elson Art Exhibit The Toreador “Excuse Me Arrival of Kitty Whitcomb Riley Program Hurry, Hurry, Hurry! Mark Twain Literary Society Athletic AHMM-i.itinn Class Vice President. 25 Associate Editor Flambeau. 25 Sandy Science Club, ’23 Dan is very studious, but has many faults, one is bothering the girls, for he sure li fcs some of them, especially a nurse. We all think that Dan will make a very good husband for the lucky S'rl- We arc billing to admit he has some good traits also. He is always willing to help any one over a hard place in their lessons. GirU, isn’t thia terrible!” MARY VICTORIA MINNS— Tubby” This girl’s name, as you can see. Suggests the name of her husband to be. Secretary Whittier Literary Society Hurry, Hurry, Hurry! “Excuse Me Athletic Association Flambeau Staff, 25 M. M. R. Club Vocational and Academic Courses Mary is very good in getting Iter Algebra problems, and loaning them to her neighbors. She has chosen to be a teacher and she is sure to succeed. Some in our class knon dial her word is law when she speaks to them. Eh. Chuck! MAYME ADELINE MINNS— Marne She is very sweet and up to date. But every morning she comes in late.” Whittier Literary Society M M. R. Club Athletic Association Vocational and Academic Courses Class Photographer Marne” is a very quiet little lass. She and Mary are quite chummy and make an excellent pair. Marne does not believe in being alone, for she always has a little boy from D. H. S. as her chaperon. She is thinking of teaching. We wish you success, Marne.” Let Me Alone! Page Twenty-eight THE FLAMBEAU FLORENCE L. NAUGLE—“Joato “She is quiet and good and very witty. She hails from. Oklahoma on the hoop-skirts of the city. President of M. M. R. Club Athletic Association Vocational and Academic Courses Whittier Literary Society “Josie is a nice quiet girl when the teachers are around. If you want to have any fun, aslf Florence and she will help you get it. She is called one of the Senior pests because she is always playing jokes on somebody. Florence hopes to go to an academy, but we doubt if she ever will. “You Ape! MABEL A. RANKIN—“Husky “She is very small and very bright, But in a debate she sticks up for her right. Whittier Literary Society Vocational and Academic Courses Alumni Reporter, ’25 M. M. R. Club Athletic Association Husky” is a very small girl and it is lucky that she is. for if she were any bigger she could not go with Tcddie Cray. Mable Wants to be a teacher. We wish you all the luck in the world and hope you succeed in your chosen profession. “Cats! STELLA A. RHODES—“Sar This is to our host friend, Stella; Don goes with her for he’s her fellow.” Class Reporter, ’25 Vocational and Academic Courses Whittier Literary Society Athletic Aasociation M. M. R. Club Sar is very quiet. She is considered the angel of our class. 7 o Don she is an Ideal. Stella wants to be a teacher, but you can bet your life on it, that she will be a wife before many more years have passed away. Ask Don and he will tell you. Stop, now! THE FLAMBEAU Page Twenty-nine CATHERINE MARY SALADA—“Aunt Kate She Ik very demure and very sedate. And how she blushes when they ask for n date.” DOROTHY ROBERTS—••Dot “If by chance Pat's name is mentioned. Rod haired Dot pays strict attention. Sec’y. Mark Twain Lit. Society, '23 Vocational and Academic Courses M. M. R. Club “Excuse Me Athletic Association Flambeau Staff, '25 Dot” lias the shining croton of glory of our class. At night rve never use a light because her hair serves the purpose of lights. Dot” has a case on ttoo Dixon brothers. She'd better decide quickly to hie h one she toants or they might get desperate and murder each other. Dot” expects to be a nurse, but toe thinlf she toould make a better toife. “Ah. Shut Up! Mark Twain Literary Society Vocational and Academic Courses M. M. R. Club Athletic Association Aunt Kate” is very bashful tohen the boys arc around, but she sure can act tohen she is toith a bunch of girls. Catherine toants to be a teacher and go out [Vest. We don't blame her. Some people toonder toherc she got her name. Ask her and she toill give you all the desired information. Oh, Kids! Gee but the girls he likes to hit. But when they turn on him. he yells. 'I quit!’ Vocational and Academic Courses Love Pirates of Hawaii Excuse Me “Arrival of Kitty Basket Ball. '23. '24. '25 Captain Basket Ball. 24. 25 Athletic Association Vice President. 24 “Mr. Boh Hurry. Hurry. Hurry!” Mr. Chuck” is a sure enough Irishman. He plays jokes on everyone, but just won't lake one. Ask Avis or Dorothy. They non the of jokes he plays. All the same he is the best basket ball player we have and the Senior class is proud of him. It’s a good j’un!” Page Thirty THE FLAMBEAU MARGARET LUCILLE SMITH— Peg She ha'Is ,'rom Narrows Creek And has played many n trick. Vocational and Academic Courses Athletic Association Mark Twain Literary Society Asso. Editor, Flambeau Staff. ’25 Class Secretary. ’25 M. M. K. Club “Mr. Bob’ “Excuse Mr “Love Pirates of Hawaii “Hurry. Hurry, Hurry!” Margaret is very studious, hut she is also very fond of fun. Reg's chief sin is making lots of noise, and you can hear her all over the building. She also lil(es to attend the Elks theater quite frequently. We xvonder why. Margaret's ambition is to become a school marm. In this we wish her success. Not this two weeks!” OLIVE PEA RLE STITELER—“Peat” “Here’s a little girl called ‘Pest,’ When she’s around she gives no one rest.” Vocational and Academic Courses Mark Twain Literary Society Athletic Association Flambeau Stnff. ’25 “The Toreadors” M M. K. Club Olive Stileler joined our class in the fall of ‘24, coming from Dayton. We thought her a very quiet girl, but upon becoming acquainted with her, rve found Olive to be a very lively, mischievous girl. She is Very studious but she always finds lime to play a few tricks during the day. We arc not certain what life holds in the future for her, but if you can believe signs, she will be employed as a telephone operator until the right person comes along. “Ah. Gee!” ANDREW TAI.ASKY— Harold Teen” “Here’s the boy called ‘Harold Teen,’ He acta ax though he were sweet sixteen.” Vocational and Academic Courses Athletic Association Basket Ball. ‘24 Whittier Literary Society Pete is one of the studious boys in our class. He is very fond of Olives, especially the one in our class. Pete tries to be very modest when the girls are around, but just the same he treats them to gum. “Still water runs deep. We are not sure of what vocation in life Pete' will select, but we wish him success. Don’t try' to kid me!” ANTHONY TA1.ASKY—“Stony lie is big and jolly and fat. Ami when playing Basket Ball he stands pat.” Vocational and Academic Courses Athletic Association Flambeau Staff. ’25 Whittier Literary Society Basket Ball, '24. '25 “Hurry, Hurry, Hurry!” Stony joined our class as a Freshman, and he has been faithful all through the four years. Stony's chief sin is tormenting the girls. He seems to never tire of this pastime. His ambition is to be the manager of an electric plant in Philadelphia, and we feel sure he null succeed. Hoy, Chuck! flambeau Page Thirty-one NEIL WALTKRS—-N,u«.r- “If he’s not in at nine He must stay in for a long, long time. Academic Course Athletic Association Whittier Literary Society Science Club Neil is very studious and very quiet (when the teacher is in the room). He has many faults and sins. His chief sin is flirting with the Sophomore girls, especially one with whom we are Well acquainted. If signs are true. Neil will become a chemist. In this we are sure he will succeed. “Ah. shut up!” 5 KissttJ Juj Page J h'irly-lTvo THE FLAMBEAU THE FLAMBEAU Page Thirt] three Rs Page Thrtyfour THE FLAMBEAU Flambeau Staff Editor-in-chief...... Associate Editors.... Secretary............ Treasurer............ Jest Editor.......... School Notes......... Athletics............ Exchange Editor.... Alumni Editor........ Literary Editors.... Senior Reporter...... Junior Reporter.... Sophomore Reporter Freshman Reporter.. Photographers........ ......Eliza Kemp I Daniel Lewis ( Margaret Smith ....Mary (Judinas .... Olive Stiteler ......Avis Hetrick .. Dorothy Roberts I Julian Haves I Ellen Pittsley ......Mary Minns ....Mabel Rankin Mary (Judinas • • Avis Hetrick Daniel Lewis ......Stella Rhodes ....Isabelle Divins ......Ruth Lewis ......Jesse McKeon I May me Minns ( Olive Stiteler Business Staff Business and C irculation Manager..............Frederick Engel 1 i Anthony Talasky Assistant Managers.............................Julian Hayes ' Andrew Talasky Advisers Literary Business . .Miss Bond Mr. Attinger THE FLAMBEAU Page Thirty five FLAMBEAU STAFF i agc Thirty-six DEEDS NOT WORDS 99 • l « « ds Sot Words!’ Wliat a grent difference lx twoen flu two main words in this Motto, ami there is a greater difTrroun1 l etween the results and the aeeom-( lisluueiits when one takes one ot them for his motto. If on use� s wo 11 Is only, an everlasting string of use-Ic ss, meaningless. empty words, he ran proceed to and ire t to only the' limit ami the final end of a bluffer—for that is what he is a bluffer. Rut if one use's eleeels as Iiis passport and motto, lie is going to get there, for deeds are farts. When one does a eleed lie has proven a thing to others, proven tlmt a certain thing am he done ami tlone hv himself Words are the weapons of a boaster and bluffer. On them that one makes bis way through life, for then are always those people who can be fooled. What are these words! Words are only talk. They are only statements or figures of spee ch. The promise to do a thing is only words. The fulfilling of that promise is the deed. Which is the one that counts—the promise or tlw net! It is the net or the deed, for in this world of today promises are usually empty, thoughtless wonls. Deeds are the instruments which the worker, the doer, uses to make his way through life. He proves his worthiness by doing. It takes the deed to prove the wonI. THE FLAMBEAU Page Thirty-seven Any person, club, organization, home, school, or class which takes as its motto, “Deeds Not Words,” i doing and is hound to accomplish much. Which one in the class wins out—the bluffer who gets just enough of his lesson as he is able with the help of his imagination, wit and endless How of words to make the teachers believe for a certain but short length of time that he knows all. for you know as Lincoln says, “You can fool some of the people all the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all the people all the time,” or is it the worker who really studies, works and learns all, thereby being able to prove that lie knows his lessons ami therefore is able to do his work? Here again we can apply, even in class work every day, five days a week for thirty-six weeks, those two terms, “words” and “deeds.” As said before, the former is used by the bluffer and the latter by the worker. Every class-room under the sun has one of each. The two people, the bluffer ami the worker, are not confined to the class-room by any means. In every corner, nook and crevice of the world we find them. They are found everywhere, from the inhabitants of little villages to the leaders, statesmen and kings of nations. Every village has among its fishermen the one who goes fishing apparently to catch fish, but in reality lies down near the stream and sleeps the afternoon away. Upon awakening he comes back, gathers around himself a crowd of eager listeners and narrates a wild tale of his fight with a “ten pounder” which after a half-hour fight gets away, as usual. Of course lie gets the pathetic sympathies of all sport lovers. Hut finally, after a number of such stories, he is famed not as the champion fisherman, but is known far and wide as the champian liar, while the title of “champion fisherman” is given to the one who goes to fish and really fishes, coming home not with the story but with the ten-pounder. Picture the results and accomplishments of these two terms, “words” ami “deeds.” .Just so it is with the kings, statesmen and presidents of some nations. Every nation has some time in its history the rules who talks,- talks of the help he is going to give his people, the cut in governmental expenses, the advancing of the nation under his guiding hand, and an endless amount of good that he is going to accomplish. Even while he is talking lie knows he will never fulfill these promises, but as he feels he must say something he. also, gives his people that everlastingly string of useless, empty words. Then a country has the ruler who says little but does much. Fortunate, indeed, is the nation with a ruler of this type, for he is a believer of facts, in other words a doer of deeds. Just so in every phase of life these two will be found —the bluffer and the doer. One has for his motto empty useless words, the other deeds. Xow let us chose our motto, and if we would go through life with Hying colors let that motto be—“Deeds Not Words.” —E. F. K., ’25. DEVELOPMENT OF EDUCATION IN THE UNITED STATES Education has been defined as the bulwark of civilization. Our nation has developed rapidly and has the best system of free schools known. Compulsory school laws have been passed and everything possible has been done to provide a common school education for every boy and girl at the lowest possible cost. We shall use as the basis of comparison the schools of colonial America. They differ in every possible way Page Thirt}f-eighl THE FLAMBEAU from the schools which we attend. l � t us first compare the school buildings. The first schools were rude log cabins, consisting of one large, bare room, very scantily furnished. The sole furnishings were several rows of rude benches and a table and a stool. The buildings were dark ami poorly ventilated. Often there was only one window in the building. The floors were usually of hard packed earth. Sometimes school was held in the old meeting house and there the pupils worked under better conditions. Our school buildings of today are large and roomy, sometimes costing a million dollars. They are usually of brick and are made as nearly fireproof as possible. They are well lighted and ventilated, some having windows extending the length of the building. We have fine floors and comfortable ami roomy seats. The walls are usually colored in restive colors such as buff or grey to prevent a weakening of the eyes of a pupil from the glaring lights. The atmosphere of our schools is usually one of freedom and comfort. The supplies of the colonial schools were very inadequate. Books and paper were very scarce and costly. Birch bark was sometimes used in place of paper. Charred sticks were also used in place of pencils. All of these supplies were not free but were to be provided by each pupil. Today in our courses we have from four to six subjects, each requiring at least one text book and some requiring two or more. They are interesting and are not hard to study. We receive at least one tablet and one pencil a month and more if necessary. We have many costly reference books bv which we may receive much aid in the proper preparation of our lessons. Best of all, these things are provided without cost, enabling the poorest of boys and girls to get an education. The studies for the boys and girls in the early colonies were often dull and uninteresting. The three “ R’s” completed the curriculum. There were also studies in Latin. Today we have a variety of courses from which we can choose, each one of which may fit us for the carrying out of our life work. They are not uninteresting and we may choose the subjects in which we are interested. The old-time teacher was very strict. Oft times the teachers weren’t as well qualified to teach as some of the pupils. The teachers were few and the profession was looked down upon Today in our United States we have over five hundred thousand teachers who teach about eighteen million pupils. Of these most have normal or college certificates and are well qualified to teach. The teacher’s profession is no longer looked down upon but is one of the most important that our nation offers. The school bill for the American nation now amounts to five hundred million dollars annually. The citizens of the past and of the present have been spending much time and money to further the great cause of education for the present generation. It is our duty to them, to ourselves, to the coming generation, to profit by the advantages given to us, so as to be better fitted to carry on the affairs of our great nation. We, as students of Sandy High, should realize this and resolve to do our I est to profit by the advantages given to us. —1). B. L., ’25. THE FLAMBEAU Page Thirty-nine THE SEARCH FOR THE HOLY GRAIL When we think of the search for the Holy (trail, our minds recall that story of Lowell’s where Sir Launfal started out to find the cup from which Christ drank at the Last Supper. How many people who read the poem fully realize the significance of the Holy Grail? Many do not know that the Grail represented Truth. Purity and Charity. As in the days of Sir Launfal, many today set out, determined to return with the Grail, hut like lie, lose the true meaning and fail to find it until late in life, if at all. A pessimist will tell you there is no truth or purity in the world, but an optimist can find it on every hand. We must be able to realize what is right and truthful in order to be able to find it. To anyone who is determined to find the virtues of the world and show them to the people as a proof that goodness still exists, these virtues will present themselves. The great fault of all of us in the search for the Holy Grail is that we give up too soon; we search, and finding only sin and vice, we become discouraged, thinking the whole world consists of only this, and we discontinue our search. If we resolve to find truth and righteousness, we must lift our heads above the sins of the world; we must be willing to sacrifice much in order to gain more. Truth and virtue are only waiting for someone to uncover them, bring them to light and show them to the world and be conqueror over the world. There is so much to keep us from Truth, but there is a Higher Power that will help us to attain it so that we can reach any height if we have resolved, like Sir Launfal. to find our Grail, at all costs, sacrificing all to prove that Truth exists and reigns supreme. “Truth forever on the scaffold. Wrong forever on the throne, Yet that s affold sways the future. And behind the dim unknown Standeth God, within the shadow. Keeping watch above His own.” —M. L. S., ’25. Page Forty THE FLAMBEAU Literary Department DON’T PRETEND Bill Fredickson was a football star on the University team last year, but this year he was a dignified manager of his father’s large mills. This evening. Bill was on his way to call on Mae Mc-(irewe. Mae and Bill had both graduated from the same University last spring. “Well,” thought Bill, “I can talk football and such things to Mae, hut not to that sister Jane of mine. All that .Jane thinks of is parties and clothes, and tonight she told me that I ought to study music or French. Rats! 1 wonder wlmt she thinks I am, a sissy? ’ Still deep in thought, Bill mechanically ascended the steps to an imposing looking house and rang the hell, .lust as the door was opened by a maid servant he realized that he had come to the wrong house. He saw this in one glance, yet he must do or say something mighty quick. So Bill said, “Is Miss MctJrewe in?” “Certainly,” said this astonishing person, “please come into the living room.” “Well, I’m dreaming,” exclaimed Bill to himself. “That person out there in the hall said Mae MctJrewe lived here. But 1 guess I know letter. This isn't her home. There's a large fireplace in the living room there. I've spent many enjoyable evenings by it. hut I’d like to see anyone enjoy themselves sitting near that register. Well, 1 wonder what’s going to happen.” Just then a very beautiful girl entered the room. N es, she did resemble Mae with those Hashing dark eyes and waving black hair. Vet when .she spoke Bill knew that it was not Mae. For Mae had a much sweeter voice than this young woman. “Good evening. Count,” she said, “I am very glad that you called.” “A count!” muttered Bill under his breath. “Who on earth does she think I am!” “Do you know,” continued this beautiful girl, “some one told me that you were a very small man with dark hair, and here you are a very big man with light hair. Quite a contrast.” “Who told you about me!” Bill found voice to inquire. “Oh, my cousin said that you sang so well at the opera last night and of course she described you.” Bill wanted to laugh. Think of his singing in the opera! “I suppose you would like to hear me sing?” asked the girl. “Yes, please do,” said Bill. She crossed the room to the piano and played her own accompaniment. “She has a sweet voice,” thought Bill, “hut why does she want me to hear her sing? Oh, by Jove, I ’ve got it. I’m supposed to he the great Count Pouriski. I remember reading in the ‘ I imes about him. I bet she wants to take vocal lessons from him, and I don't know anything about music.” sighed poor Bill dolefully. The song was finished and she had turned to him to hear his criticism on her voice. THE FLAMBEAU Page Forty-one “All, Miss Mcdrewe, you liuve a very sweet voice, hut—” Just then the maid entered, “A person just called, Miss, and said that lie was very sorry but the Count was detained.” Miss Mcdrewe’s eyebrows went up slightly and she looked at Bill, hut he seemed not to have heard the message which the maid had brought, for he was very interested in an antique on the mantel. So Miss Mcdrewe said, “There is some mistake, Marie, the Count is here. It must have been a friend of father’s, lie said he was expecting a Mr. Jackson to call this evening.” Marie cast indignant eyes on her mistress as she left the room, hut said nothing. As Miss Mcdrewe turned Bill remarked, “This is a very odd relic.” “Yes, that came from Japan,” she explained. “While father and mother were on a tour last summer they got it. It is a Buddha, and is considered very precious by the natives. There are only two of them, or so the Japanese say.” Just then the door hell rang and in a few minutes a very small man with shining black hair was shown into the room. “Oh, good evening, Mr. Jackson; father is expecting you. Mr. Jackson, this is Count Pouriski.” “Pleased to know you, Mr. Jackson,” said Bill pleasantly. “Ah—ahem—” muttered Mr. Jackson. “If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I 11 tell father that you are here, Mr. Jackson.” “Mr. Jackson indeed!” thought that person. “That young lady introduced that young giant over there as Count Pouriski. Somone has certainly taken my name. I was detained awhile ago hv a man who took me for Judge Decker, and now I’m supposed to be Mr. Jack-son.” While the count was thus thinking a girl entered the room. “Bill Fredrickson!” she exclaimed, “I thought that you were coming to see me tonight and 1 waited and waited and here I find you visiting my cousin.” And turning to the Count she said, “ I certainly enjoyed hearing you sing last night. Count Pouriski.” Miss Mcdrewe entered the room just in time to hear Mae’s last speech to the Count. “No, Mae, he isn’t the Count, this is Mr. Jackson. My cousin. Mr. Jackson. This is Count Pouriski,” she said as she introduced Mae to Bill. Mae hurst out laughing. Her cousin looked at her in amazement and Mae explained, “ Dear cousin, this isn’t Count Pouriski, this is Bill Fredrickson, an old friend of mine.” “Please explain yourself,” her cousin said stiffly. Then Bill told of how he had come to the wrong house and how the maid had brought him into this room before he could think of anything to do or say. At this they all laughed except the Count, who did not think it a funny matter to he called Mr. Jackson. “Oh, Count Pouriski,” exclaimed Miss Mcdrewe, “it was all my fault. I called you Mr. Jackson before you had time to utter a word. But I really thought that you were the man whom father expected.” “Certainly, certainly. Miss Mcdrewe. It is all right. I was just mystified for a time, that was all,” said the Count. “It isn’t late, Bill,” said Mae, “come over home and have tea with me by the fireplace. You know the count would like to hear my cousin sing.” —Helen Howard, ’27. Page Fortp-tWO THE FLAMBEAU SOMEBODY’S DAUGHTER Spring was in the air! New York was awake with it. People were hurrying cheerfully to ami from their duties, men whistling and women humming as if their lips were bursting with happy music. It was the month of April. Marilyn Miller sat at her desk in the outside office of .Jones and Company, dealers in Real Estate, with her chin in her hand, thinking. There were no visitors in the usually busy office and her time was her own until she was called. Spring had its effect on her but she had not the privilege to enjoy it. She must work every day and support her mother, who never had seemed like a real mother to her. As she sat there, memories of her childhood came to her. Ever since she could remember she had lived with her mother in a small tenement house in the eastern section of the city. But back there in the past she seemed to have visions of a different face, not that of Mrs. Miller. Her father had died when she was thirteen. She had not had very much education up until then, but after he died it was discovered that he had a small amount of money which he had left to Marilyn, whom he loved very much. This is how she secured the education that she had. Marilyn did not know how they lived before she started to work, but now it seemed to take all her wages to keep them. It was whispered through the house that Mrs. Miller had money—but where? The buzzer rang. Marilyn grabbed her pencil and pad and almost ran into the next room. As she entered, Mr. .Jones, the senior member of the firm, glanced at her kindly and said, “Take dictation, please. Miss Miller. She noticed that he said “Please.” That evening as she was getting ready to go home she was summoned to the private office of Mr. Jones. She went with a sinking heart. Were they going to discharge her? But they have no reasons that I know of, she thought. When she went into the room Mr. Jones said, Sit down. Miss Miller. 1 want to talk to you. He asked her a lot of questions about her home and mother and won-daringly she answered them. At last he said, “Miss Milieu, I have been noticing for the past year how accurate you were with figures, and how quickly you take dictation. 1 have decided to make you my private secretary, with a raise in salary of fifteen dollars a week. Do you want to try it? She thanked him as much as she could but he merely said, “It is not a question of generosity, Miss Miller, it is ability. She walked home as if on wings. Things went on for a week. Mr. Jones was very kind. He gave Marilyn much leisure time. Somehow he couldn’t tell why he seemed to be attracted by this girl. In many ways she resembled his wife, who had died sixteen years ago, just after their two year old daughter had disappeared so mysteriously. He remembered how they had searched and searched for her. He had offered monstrous rewards but all to no avail. Then they had given up hope and his wife, broken down by sorrow and grief, had died. Just a week after Marilyn had received the position of secretary to Mr. Jones, something terrible happened. Marilyn, on entering the tenement house noticed that everyone was excited. The house was in an uproar. She noticed two cars in trout of the house before she entered. As she entered, the landlady came up to her and took her by the hand. The other tenants looked at her pityingly. She was beginning to wonder what it was all about when a weak voice from her mother’s room called, “Marilyn! “It is your mother, said the landlady. She fell THE FLAMBEAU Page Forty-three as she was going downstairs and has probably broken her back.” Marilyn broke away and ran into the next room. “Marilyn!’ said her mother weakly. “Yes, dear, I am here,” answered Marilyn. There were two men in the room. One of them came forward saying, “Your mother must not talk; it will make her weaker. “Oh, but I must!” gasped Mrs. Miller. “I want to talk to Marilyn alone. Won’t you please leave the room? The doctors reluctantly withdrew. “Marilyn!” she said, “I am not going to live, I know. I want you to go to that table and get the letter addressed to yourself. It may be a little faded as I wrote it a long time ago. Head it after I am gone.” “But, Mother—” began Marilyn. “Do as I say, Marilyn,” said her mother. Wondering, Marilyn obeyed. When she came hack from the table, Mrs. Miller had sunk into a stupor. In an hour she was dead. After the funeral, Marilyn thought of the letter. She opened it and read: “Marilyn, forgive me for what I am going to write. You are not my daughter. Your real name is Marilyn Jones. You are the daughter of the man who employs you. “Years ago your mother took from me what I loved most,—your father. I swore I would have revenge. 1 stole you from her when you were two years old, etc.” It was a long letter and Marilyn sat for hours after reading it. He was her father then, this man who had been so kind to her. Marilyn carried the letter to her father. He read part of it and opened his arms. You may be sure there was a happy reunion in the office of the senior partner of Jones and Company. An hour later, in their own luxurious home, Mr. Jones looked at his newly found daughter. “Poor Katy Miller.” lie said softly to himself. Then to his daughter, “Cod has been good to me, my daughter. You were taken from me in the spring and given back to me in the spring. After you were taken 1 always hated April, but now 1 think it’s the most glorious month in the year!” —Liletli M. Best, ’2(� . A NARROW ESCAPE One day I was out on the mountain looking for some cattle which had strayed off, and not expecting to go far when I left home, had neglected to take my rifle or even take the dogs. But the cattle had wandered farther than I thought, and after riding through the woods all evening to no purpose, I found myself, at sunset, about five miles from home. Ordinarily that would have made no difference, but I did not want dark to catch me in the mountain without dog or gun. My horse’s head had just turned homeward, when I spied a deer’s carcass lying at the foot of a big chestnut tree. It had been killed only a few minutes, for the meat was still warm The neck had been bitten through the big veins, and one of the forequarters was torn off and gone. Some varmint bail been hunting and luul dined there. I moved off to a distance ami examined the tree, thinking that the animal, whatever it was, might be Page Forty-four THE FLAMBEAU crouching in the houghs above. Nothing, however, was visible. But that buck was too tine for the wolves. So, dismounting, I quickly cut away the useless portions and hound the rest of it behind my saddle. AH the while I was trying to discover what animal had killed it; hut there were no tracks visible. Had it been wolves there would have been little left of the carcass, for they generally hunt in packs. A wildcat could not have destroyed so much. Either a bear or a panther must have done it. I was almost sure, after thinking of it, that the deer had been killed by a panther, for a bear would not have left his meat unconcealed. The beast had dragged off the missing quarter to her kittens, and would probably return in a few minutes for the remainder. It had taken some time to bind the meat upon my horse, and the moon was rising when 1 at last reached the open trail leading to my cabin. I jogged along at a good rate, for the occasional howl of a wolf told me that the odor of fresh venison reached a long way into the damp, still night. The trail was fairly smooth around the mountain, ami not wishing to dispute possession with a panther, I quickened my horse’s pace to a trot. Hardly had I done so when behind me some distance I heard the well known scream of a panther break out upon the silence of the night. It made me feel nervous. Still, any panther on the mountain might scream at night, and there was no reason to believe that this one was after me. However. I quickened my pace, but determined still not to abandon my venison unless absolutely necessary. My horse, too. had heard the panther’s cry, and began to snort and shy at dark objects along the path, keeping his ears moving all the while at every sound. We had gone possibly a half mile farther when the beast screamed again, and this time sharp and near. There was no mistake now. It was after us. I grasped my knife to cut away the venison, but at its last cry my horse had bourn led away like a wild mustang and I could neither rein him up nor reach tin thongs that tied the game while he was in motion. The horse seemed wild with fear. In my efforts to control him, the bridle broke, and then it was all I could do to cling to the saddle as lie dashed madly along the trail. Again and again the panther screamed, and each time my horse jumped forward afresh. The beast had aroused the wolves, too, for they were howling all about me, and a pack seemed to be following the panther. And how that varmint could run It was not three minutes before I heard the thump, thump, thump, as she bounded along the trail behind me and, glancing back, I could see her in the moonlight, making those long, catlike bounds and so rapidly, too, that she seemed scarcely to touch the ground. Each leap was lessening the distance between us. 1 could hear her panting as she ran. A minute more and she would be upon me, ami I was yet a mile from home. How I did long for my rifle! One shot would have been enough. I hallooed as loud as possible. If tin dogs but heard me, I knew they could come. But there was no time for calling, for just then the great cat sprang upon my horse’s flanks, and I turned to defend myself as best I could with my knife. The poor horse screamed like a human being when it felt the panther’s claws, and bounded forward again. The animal lost its hold and fora moment it rolled in the sand, but the next instant it was up and after us once more. We had gained a few rods, but the horse was giving out and it was hardly a second before the beast was upon her haunches again. This time the sharp claws had struck into the flesh, and she was trying to scramble upon the horse’s back. The animal was already staggering as he ran. A little more and he would be down. I had resolved, if I must die, to die gamely, and was slashing the cat about the bead with my knife, as it struggled to get upon the horse behind me, when I heard a THE FLAMBEAU Page Forly five quick, loud hark ahead, and then another and another. My dogs had heard my call and were coming. The panther heard them also and, loosening its hold upon the horse, hounded away up the mountain. My horse ran a hundred yards farther, staggered from the path and fell. The next instant I was in the midst of the yelping, panting pack of dogs. They were friends that had come in time of need. —Alvin Brown, ’26. RUTH’S TREASURE “Oh, mother,” wistfully said Ruth (irev, “how J should love to gather a few apple blossoms. They are so lovely and so like the beautiful gay springtime.” “Nonsense,” said Mrs. (irev, crossly, “haven’t you enough work to do! There’s the milk to skim, dishes to wash and collars to iron before dinner time, (io at it right away and don’t let me hear any more of this foolishness about apple blossoms.” Mrs. (irev did not believe in sentiment of any kind. Roses, golden tinted sunsets, moonlit lakes had never appealed to her, and she could not understand why anybody with any brains or sense could possibly believe in love or romance. Her older daughter agreed with her in this, as she did in all other things, but Ruth was different. Ruth loved (lowers and vines. She had cried when they cut down the vines from the veranda. “Those old vines are rotting all the posts,” objected her mother. “But the vines were so pretty and made the house look more home-like,” pleaded Ruth. “Pretty,” stormed Mrs. (Irey, “1 think that you are a very foolish girl.” And so the vines had met their fate. So upon this beautiful spring day Ruth was condemned to milk, skimming in the dairy, and ironing in the kitchen. She was doing the ironing when suddenly a man’s face was framed in the window. “Goodness!” exclaimed Ruth, after nearly dropping her iron, “What do you want?” “I beg your pardon. I’m afraid I startled you,” said the man. and while he was talking and Ruth was watching him she saw he was very handsome and had fine regular features and a winsome manner. “Yes, you did,” admitted Ruth. “If you are an agent, please go away.” “You’re mistaken, I’m not an agent. I am in the china business,” replied the man. “Oh,” said Ruth, beginning to comprehend, “vases and little ornaments. I suppose. But we have none of those things around here.” “May 1 ask what you will take for that cream pitcher on that shelf above the table?” the stranger asked, suddenly. “It was my grandmother’s and it’s so old fashioned we never use it.’’ “ It is very old and that is the reason I want it,” said the stranger. “It’s mine,” she said, coloring deeply. “My grandmother left it as a legacy for me in her will.” “Wouldn’t you rather have ten dollars than that cream pitcher?” he coaxed her. “Oh, a thousand times,” cried Ruth. “Then it’s a bargain?” he asked, taking out a pocket-book which seemed crammed with bills. Page Forl}f-iix THE FLAMBEAU “No. it isn’t; I couldn’t really.” “Oh, perhaps there are old family associations connected with it?” queried the man. “Why, I never saw my grandmother in all my life,” Until replied, somewhat perplexed. “Say thirty dollars,” suggested the stranger. “There’s no use. I can’t sell it,” declared Rath. “You’re devoted to old china then?” “Oh, no. I hate it,” exclaimed Ruth with eyes shining with hate. The stranger’s dark eves clouded a little. After coaxing Ruth for a little longer (leorge Vance walked away, thinking of the cream pitcher. He had only a month to stay in the beautiful, peaceful country and he hated to go hack to his dingy office. He set himself to win the treasure he wanted. He came to the farm-house each day with many different excuses. His winning manners would have attracted anyone. lie was as much at home in this humble farm-house as lie would have been in a beautiful well appointed home. One day lie spoke of Ruth’s treasured cream pitcher. “Oh, that old cream pitcher,” exclaimed Alice, the older sister, “didn’t grandmother’s will say that Ruth could never part with that cream pitcher unless—” “Alice, hush, our family affairs must not be told to everyone, especially strangers,” pleaded Ruth. “Am I a stranger?” queried (leorge. “ I’m sorry.” “I didn’t mean it in that way,” said Ruth, “only Alice, please don’t tell the secret.” That evening George followed Ruth into the garden where she had gone to look at her Mowers. “Ruth,” he asked her, “are you determined not to tell me the secret of that old cream pitcher?” “Yes,” said Ruth determinedly. “ Well,” lie responded gravely, “here’s a second de- mand. If 1 can’t have the secret of the old cream jug. may I have you?” “Me!” “Yes,” replied Mr. Vance with softening tones, “dearest Ruth, I have loved you since I first saw you ironing in the kitchen. I lost my heart to you on first sight and—” “But,” interrupted Ruth with blushing cheeks, “am I the sort of wife you need ? I’m just beginning to care for old china, you know,” she asked, mischievously. (leorge took Ruth tenderly in his arms and kissed her lovingly. To Ruth Grey it seemed as if a whole paradise had opened to her in one minute. “Here it is,” said Ruth, “the old cream pitcher, dear.” The collector forgot even his beloved Ruth in the fascination the cream pitcher held for him. lb took the piece of china with a loving touch. “1 thought you weren’t to part with this, Ruth?” “You don’t understand,” said Ruth happily. “(Jrandmother’s will said I was never to part with it except to my husband. She said it would bring me the one I love.” “Why didn’t you tell me that before ?” asked (leorge in very gentle tones. “Yes, and then you would have taken me to get that ugly old thing,” said Ruth, a little piqued. “My darling, I love you better than all the old china in the world.” That was a great admission for (leorge Vance to make. Two months later there was a beautiful church wedding, and at the house reception which followed, every guest wondered why an old cream pitcher should be the center ornament on such a happy occasion. —Tsabelle Divins, ’26. THE FLAMBEAU Page Forty-ieven A TREASURED DREAM lie lay down to rest. The similes of night were falling fast. He began to dream sweet dreams. A happy smile shone on his face. Twilight deepened. The sun is now rising over the horizon. He gets up refreshed from his sleep. While eating breakfast lie tells his wife of his dream. He dreamed there was a silver plate hidden in the room. In his dream he saw himself get the silver plate, lie goes to work with the dream on his mind. His only thoughts are of his dream. Could it In true! lie comes home with the thought of the dream on his mind. For three successive nights lie dreamed that there was a silver plate hidden in the house. Then and there lie resolved to find it. He didn’t go to work hut spent the whole day tapping the walls and listening for a hollow sound. Finally, after a whole day’s search, he found the hollow spot. lie went out and got a hammer and chisel. He spent a whole hour digging his way through the wall. At last! There was a deep, black, gaping hole. In it something gleamed. Could it he the silver plate! lie reached out his hand and touched it. It was the silver plate, lb was feasting his eyes on it when the door was opened and in stepped his neighbor from the next apartment who shouted angrily: “Here, what do you mean by breaking into my silver cabinet!” —Frank Klimas, 27. IN THK DAYS OF CAESAR FOREWORD (For the past three years I have been taking up extensive research work in Roman History, having studied first year Latin. Caesar and Cicero. With untiring perse-verence I have devoted much time to the study of these subjects. For this reason I feel highly qualified to give you the life of one of the greatest of the Roman statesmen, .Julius Caesar. 1 feel sure that this will throw much more light on the life of Caesar than the encyclopedia and that you will receive much good from this article.—By the Author.) .Julius Caesar, or Sneezer, was born July 12, 100 H. C. I believe that B. C. means “Before Coolidge.” Well, anyway, he was born then. It is said that Caesar was a smart but bad boy and that his mother used the “Board of Education” many times. (By the way. I believe that it's the same board that Mr. Attinger keeps in the top drawer of his desk.) You had better ask Eddy Swanson about that. On his sixth birthday his mother gave him a BB gun. I guess he was pretty reckless. He must have shot nigh onto all the Romans there was. lie practiced a lot ami was a dandy shot so he shot them all in the eye. That is the reason all the pictures of the men in our Caesar and Cicero books haven’t any eyes. When Caesar was a boy lie organized a band something like our gang of pirates or something, only lie called it his Legion. Well, in those days they had great big movin’ picture shows right out doors. Caesar’s mother gave him fifteen cents one day to go to the show. I le stopped along the way and bought a bag of peanuts. He came to the show, seems to me they called it the “Forum, and gave the fellow a dime and walked in. (Josh all hemlocks! What did he see! It was a new kind of show, something Page hort )'cighi THE FLAMBEAU like those “Tarzan of tin Apes,” only it was real. Way clown in a hole in the middle of the theater he saw some lions chasing a man around. One lion caught him and swallowed him in one mouthful. Xow Caesar’s dad was one of these “high muckey-mueks.” you know what I mean. Something like Prof. Spigelineyer in our school. Caesar ran out and went to the place where Ik bought his peanuts and called his mother on the phone. Let’s see—I think her number was MCXLVIIJ H IV. You know they had those Homan numerals in those days. He told his mother to bring down a bottle of castor oil because a lion had just eaten a man in one mouthful and would have an awful stomach ache. His mother just laughed. I wouldn’t have laughed; would you? When Caesar was a boy he spoke a funny language. It was something like Chinese, only it wasn’t. Well, it wasn’t his fault he didn’t live in the Y. S. A. Caesar grew up to be a great man. lie must have been a rich man for be had three cars—a Marmon, Cadillac and a Ford. I think his Ford was the same model as Mr. Attinger’s and “Chuck” Slattery’s, about 55 B. ('. Caesar got married in 83 B. C., to a woman called Calpurnia. 1 guess they didn’t get along very well together. Caesar must have had some temper. He was al- ways fighting. He had one with Ariovistus, I guess that was his father-in-law. In one of his wars he wanted to cross a river so he had to build a bridge. Boy! That was some bridge. We I ad it in Miss Steelev’s room for a while. There’s one thing I don’t understand. If I ever stepped on that darned bridge it would have busted. 1 know, because 1 tried it. Caesar and his army must have been real small. When Caesar won all of these wars they wanted to make him President of Home, lie was a great hero, lie came out ruling in a Cadillac roadster with his full evening dress suit. I don’t mean his pajamas. It was more like a night shirt. I think they called it a “toga.” One day Caesar went to the Senate House, lie was a Congressman, you know. One of his friends, Brutus, met him and offered him a cigar, it was a fifty cent Havana. While he was lighting it. Brutus took out his | en-knife and began manicuring his finger nails. My mother says that's bad manners. All at once he up and stuck that knife clear through Caesar. Brutus picked it up and stuck it in his pocket ami Caesar “croaked.” I’m sure we all wish Caesar books hud croaked with him. — Daniel Lewis, ’25. GOIV SOMEWHERE lie had been to the towns-meetings, had once voyaged a hundred miles on a steamboat, and had a brother who made a trip to California. She had been to quilting parties, funerals, and a circus or two; and she knew a woman who thought nothing of setting out on a railroad journey where she had to wait fifteen minutes at a junction and change cars at a depot. So I found them, a cozy looking old couple, sitting up very straight in their seats, and trying to act like old railroad travelers. A shallow of anxiety suddenly crossed her face; she became uneasy, and directly she asked, “Isaac, I act’lly b’lieve we’ve went and taken the wrong train!” “It can’t be, nohow,” lie replied, seeming a little startled. “Didn't 1 ask the conductor, and he he said we the flambeau Page Forty-nine was right I” “Vans, lie did; hut look out the window, and make sure, lie might-might have been lyin’ to us!” The old man looked out of the window at the fences, the galloping telegraph poles, and the unfamiliar fields, as if expecting to catch sight of some landmark, and forgetting for a moment that he was a thousand miles from home. “1 guess we’re all right, Mary,” he said, as he drew in his head. “This is the train fer Chicago, liain’t it!” inquired the old man of the passenger in the next seat behind. “This is the train,” replied the man. “There, didn’t I say so!” clucked the obi gent. “It may be—it may be!” she replied, doubtfully, “but if we are carried wrong, it won’t be my fault. I say that we are on the wrong train, and when we’ve ben led into some pirate’s cave, and butchered fer our money, ye’ll wish ye had heeded my words.” lie looked out of the window again, opened his mouth as if to make some inquiry of a boy sitting on the fence, and then leaned back in his seat and sighed heavily. She shut her false teeth together, as if saying that she could stand it if he could, and the train sped along for several miles. He finally said, “Looks like rain over tliar in the west. I hope the boys have got those oats in.” “That makes me think of the umbreller!” diving her hands among the packages at her feet. She hunted around two or three times, growing redder in the face each time, and then straightened up and hoarsely whispered, “It’s gone!” “W-what’s gone?” he gasped. “That umbreller!” “No!” “(lone, hide and hair!” so she went on, “that sky-blue pink umbreller. which I’ve had ever since Aunt Maggie died.” He searched around, but it was not to be fount!. “ Waall, that’s queer, ’ he chirped as he straightened up. “Queer not a bit. I’ve talked to ye and talked to ye, but it does no good. Ye came from a heedless fam-’ly, and ve’d ferget to put on your boots, if I didn’t tell ye to.” “None of the Harrison’s was ever in the poorhouse,” lie replied in a cutting tone. “Isaac! Isaac II. Harrison!” she exclaimed, laying her hand over on his arm. “Don’t ye dare twit me of that again. I’ve lived with ye nigh on forty years, and waited on ye when ye had biles and the toothache and the colic, and when ye fell and broke yer leg; but don’t push me up into the wall!” He looked out of the window, feeling that she had the advantage of him, and she wiped her eyes, adjusted her glasses on her nose, and used up the next fifteen minutes in thinking of the past. Feeling thirsty, she reached among the bundles, searched around, and her face grew as pale as death as she straightened back and whispered, “and that’s gone, too!” “What now?” he asked. “It’s been stole!” she exclaimed, looking around the car as if expecting to see someone with the bottle to his lips. “Fust the umbreller, then the bottle!” she gasped. “I couldn’t have left it, could I?” “Don’t ast me! That bottle has been in our family since mother died, and now it's gone! Lord only knows what I’ll do for a eamfire bottle when we git home, if we ever do!” “I'll buy one.” “Yes, I know, ve are always ready to buy; and if it wasn’t for me harpin’ at ye, the money’d fly like feathers in the wind.” “Waal, I didn’t hev t’ mortgage my farm,” he replied, giving her a knowing look. Page Fifty THE FLAMBEAU “Twitting again? It isn’t that you’ve lost a good umbreller and a eamfire bottle, but you twitt me o’ this an that.” Her nose grew red and tears came into her eyes; but. as be called out to u man across the aisle, “what’s that silo around there!” “Isaac! Isaac II. Harrison! Stop your noise!” she whispered, poking him with her elbow. “I just asked a question.” be replied, resuming his old position. “Wliat'd your brother Jacob tell ye the last thing afore we left hum?” she asked. “Didn’t be say somebody ’d swindle ye on the string game, the confidence game? Didn't he warn ye again rascals?” “1 hain’t seen no rascals.” “Of course ye hain’t, ’cause you’re color blind! I know that man is a villain, and if they don't arrest him for murder afore we leave this train, my goose is cooked. 1 can read human nature like a book.” There was another period of silence, broken by her saying, ”1 wish 1 knew that this was the train for Chicago. ’ ’ “Course it is!” “ How do ve know! ” “ ’Cause it is.” “Waal, I know it hain’t; but if ye are contented to rush along to destruction, I shan’t say a word. Only when your throat is being cut, don’t call out and say that I didn’t warn ye!” The peanut boy came along, and the old man reached down for his wallet. “Isaac, ye shan’t squander that money after peanuts!” she exclaimed, using the one hand to catch his arm, and the other to motion for the boy to go on. “Didn’t I earn it?” “Yaas, you sold two cows to get the money to come on this visit; but it's half gone now, and the Lord only knows when we’ll get home.” The boy passed on with a smile. She recommenced by remarking, “I wish I hadn’t cum.” He looked up and then out of the window. “I know what ye want to say.” she hissed, “but it’s a blessed good thing for you that I did come. If ye’d come alone, ye’d have been murdered and gashed and scalped and sunk into the river afore now.” “Pooh!” “Yes, pooh if ye want to, but I know!” He leaned back; she then settled herself, and by and by, He nodded— She nodded And, in sleep, tlieii gray heads touched, his arm found its way along the back of the seat and with his hand on her shoulder they slept. —Mildred Brookes, ’2( . A MOTHER’S SON She was sitting by the window. She was an old greyheaded lady. She sat there waiting patiently for her son. How long was she to wait? Would he never come? Her eyes were dim with tears. From the other room sweet strains of music issued forth. How sad the music was. Still the old lady sat by the window waiting, wait- ing, while the tears streamed down her face. Soon she spoke in a soft mellow tone, “Johnny, shut off that phonograph and come help me peel these onions.” —Frank Klimns, ’’27. THE FLAMBEAU Page Fiflyone THE BACKWOODS PRODUCT Sally Ann O’Hara lived away hack in the woods when radios, aeroplanes and even automobiles were unknown. But Sally Ann, even if she didn’t just know about the latest inventions, had her own good taste in choosing colors to suit her complexion. In some way Sally received quite a large sum of money and decided to go to the city, of which she had heard from a stranger up her way. She put on her calico dress, her red woolen hose, an ancient black coat and a very battered old hat. Then at the last moment, she decided to take her yellow parasol (the pride of her heart). When, after the journey to the station, she found herself on the train rumbling along, she became a little frightened, and seeing everyone staring at her and laughing behind their papers made her a little angry, although she didn’t mind this very much when she thought of the good time she would have in the city. She just knew that everyone would take “a shine” to her, seeing as she had always bad a beau and plenty of girl friends back home. Oh, yes. everyone would like her, maybe one of them “dudes” would want to marry her. The train stopped with a jolt, bringing her out of her reverie. “Change at Sawtown,” yelled the conductor. Before the echo had reached the farthest corner of the coach, up jumped Sally Ann and cried out, “Change at Sawtown; no sieh tiling! 1 11 have my change now or know why.” Of course the conductor bad to come and explain to her what lie meant. When she stepped off the cars into the center of the metropolis of the world, she seemed indeed, to be a small but curious factor in the great crowd rushing this way and that. She was very frightened and wished she was back home, but a kind Salvation Army captain, under- standing her frightened look, directed her to a small hotel where she rested until afternoon. Then being tired of staying in the hotel, she ventured out on the street once more. The first place she visited was an ice cream parlor. She went up to the clerk and began asking numerous questions, as to where she lived, why she worked here, ami did she have a beau. Then she ordered a “tin of sodv water please.” The clerk looked a trifle annoyed and sarcastically informed Sally Ann that soda water was sold by the glass and it was not the custom to ask personal questions of strangers. Whereupon Sally, with her yellow parasol dangling from her arm and her head held high, walked out of the ice cream parlor amid the laughter of a small crowd of citizens near the door. All went well until she got outside the door, then awkward Sally upset herself on the tiled walk. When she looked up there was a crowd of grinning spectators walled about her. One of them came running up and asked her if she wouldn’t join the comedies. Sally Ann, on her feet by now, muttered something about “insultin’ decent and intelligent people” and stumbled down the street out of sight. The next day, however, she thought she would explore a little more. This time she went into a drug store and bought an ice cream cone. She went outside and ate the ice cream and then took the cone in to the druggist, and handing it to him said, “Thanks fer the use of the vase.” Without noticing the amused smile on the face of the druggist she strode nonchalantly out onto the busy street again. She started to cross the street, not paying any attention to the policeman, when all at once one big bully cop came racing up and shoved her across the street, yelling in her ear at the time, “Why don’t you go back to the woods where you belong, you country jake. II you’re Page Fifty-two THE FLAMBEAU gonna stay around this joint, you gotta learn tlu traffic rules.” Poor Sally, she was so mortified she could have sunk into the earth. She slipped out of the crowd and away to her hotel, saying, “Holy Mither. if I ever git out of this city without another mishap. I’ll never come hack again.” She hurriedly packed her clothes and took the first train home. She had much to tell the folks at home Imt she always forgot to tell the parts about herself that were so interesting to those who beheld them. —Ruth Lewis, ’27. FISH?—WORSE’N THAT, WILDCATS!!! Thursday, April 17th, found us at the Pennsy station all “rnrin’ to go” to Mcdix Run on our first fishing trip of the season Our party consisted of “Newt” Dixon, “Andy” King. “Judy” Hayes, “Linoleum” Hayes, Horace Schoch and the writer. We were all at the station (except “Newt”, who was to get on at Shaffer) away before train time, because we didn't want to miss the train. At last we got started. When we reached Shaffer “Newt” piled on with a pack as big as a boxcar, and was smoking a cigar that smelled like an “Kl Garlico.” We rambled along for about two hours, and at last we reached Medix. Piling off, we got our baggage lined up for the six mile hike up the creek to Harvey’s Camp, our dwelling place for the next three days. We were wondering how to divide up our luggage as each pack weighed about sixty pounds. We had grub enough to last ten good men a week, or “Judy” Hayes and five men three days. “Newt” said, “Charlie and 1 will carry the fishing rods if the rest of you will carry the packs.” They told us we were bright boys and also some other things which I would be ashamed to rej eat in print. It was then about three-thirtv, so we started on our six mile rampage. The farther we went the more miserable things became, until at last it began to rain and the roads got muddy. We smeared along until we were like drowned rats. We walked for what seemed like miles, when to our joy we came upon the camp. I low cozy and welcome that camp looked! We went inside and straightened up—1 mean all but our backs, while Horace and ” Andy” got supper. When supper was ready we all sat around the table and started to make the food disappear. I guess the fellows not only had empty stomachs but hollow legs besides. When we had eaten till we couldn’t wiggle, we all rolled away from the table in misery. A few minutes after we all went to bed. We slept like groundhogs for awhile. I was awakened in the morning by a slap across the back with a hoxboard held by “Andy.” “Time to get up,” yelled “Andy.” “Huh!” said I, “ 1 haven’t been asleep yet.” I never wanted to fight so bad in my life. It didn’t take us long to convince the others that they wen to get up, for we used slats and dippers of cold water. That morning we were surprised to see “ Red” Sholts and George Harvey come strutting up to camp. They made eight in our party. After we got a hasty breakfast we started for the creek. Dividing into twos and threes we were going to fish different streams. “Linoleum” and I buddied up. and went up Litttle THE FLAMBEAU Page Fifty-three Medix fishing all the way. When we had traveled about three miles from camp we sat down to rest. We sat there a little while when we noticed somethin Ivin on a rock that looked like a groundhog. Taking my gun out I got ready to shoot at it. but before I tired it moved and started to crawl up over the rock and to our horror (not delight) found it to be a wildcat. We started to run as we had an appointment at camp, and we promised to be at camp at 12 o’clock and it was then about 11:30. Well, we got to camp in record time. We arrived at camp nearly exhausted and found the others already there. When we told our story they laughed until they were blue around the ears, and the shanty shook. They told what they would do at such an event. Our eyes bulged out until you could have knocked them off with a club. As yet nobody had caught any fish that amounted to much, as it was too cold. I think we had five among us. That afternoon, “Andy,” “Judy,” “Newt” and “Schochie” went up along Big Medix. and they saw a wildcat. Here’s where the fun comes in. The ones that didn’t fall in the creek crawled under rocks, or climbed trees. 1 don’t know which, but anyway they lost no time in moving. That evening after we all got to camp, we took inventory and found we had a fair mess of fish, none of them going over three feet, however. That night after a hearty meal we cleared off the table and started playing games. We played and told stories until about three o’clock, then we went to bed. About four o’clock our camp “rooster,” “Andy,” had us by the necks pulling us out. We got an early start, for it was Saturday, the last day of our expedition, and we wantted to make it count. We were out but a short while when it began to rain, a good cob I rain. Most of the fellows went up Big and Little Medix while “Newt” and 1 went up to the stream on (iibbonv Hollow. We had pretty good luck for us, as “Newt” caught three and I caught two trout. We returned to camp soaked to the hide. After a short while the rest came in. Then we got dried out and sat around the fire seeing who could tell the biggest lie. Leave it to “Andy” and “Judy.” Towards evening “Newt” and I decided we would go out and try our luck again. We went up to where they had seen the overgrown tomcat. “Newt” said, “I got an idea.” I said, “Unravel,” and this is what we did: “Newt’s” famous for making his nose bleed whenever he takes a notion. He made it bleed and left the blood drop all over the entrance of the hole where the cat went in. We then took a bunch of leaves and tied them up in a handkerchief which we fastened to the end of a pole. After we had torn things up around there so it looked as if there had been a riot, we started for camp, for it was already dark. When we got to the creek below the camp, instead of hitting the bridge we fell into the water. We went into camp like two drunk Indians. Our trick took well for they grabbed lights, along with revolvers, knives, axes and clubs, then followed us back up. They were going to ventilate that cat good and proper. We went up to the hole, while “Newt” and I acted like a couple of Daniel Boones. “Andy was the first to look in the hole. I crept around to where there was a crack in the rocks and rammed the pole down in. The light dickering on the handkerchief made it look like something moving. “Andy” gave a veil then shot and began to run. “Newt” growled down in the crack and the rest hearing this got ready for battle. But no cat came out as they expected. At last Schocli came around the rock and saw “Newt” and I lying there. Page Flit})-jour THE FLAMBEAU Tin battle began right there. The air was blue with snorts and bowls. They c based us for miles that night but of course we outran them. When we came back that night our hats and coats were spiked to trees and clinched, our fishing rods were hidden and our boots bad about an inch of syrup in them. The next morning we got up early and started for the station to go home. Thus ended our fishing trip on Medix Run. —Charles A. Chat field. 26. THE HAUNTED STAIRCASE It was in an ancient Dutch settlement in New Jersey that the tale was first told. In this little settlement, called Slumbertown, there were possibly fifteen or twenty bouses. One, a huge, formidable house, stood a little way from the others on a knoll. It was located on a small farm of about fifteen acres, which was surrounded by a stump fence. The driveway was so overgrown that it could hardly be distinguished. The yard, which was surrounded by an old-fashioned picket fence, was a forest of weeds. There was a large veranda on the front of the house which was partly torn down. The windows were either broken or covered with rude boards. From the whole outside appearance of the house one would .judge it bad been built many generations before the time related. This rambling old house was just the spot for an imaginative mind, until,—well, that is my story. One bright sunshiny afternoon the general topic of conversation of the community was that the bouse on the bill was being occupied. For several days carpenters bad been repairing it. Now the day had come when someone would take up their abode there. The road from the little brown station to the house on the bill was lined with idle onlookers. Van after van of furniture was transported from the station to the hill. Finally came the family. It was composed of father, mother, and four sons and daughters. Early the next morning all the eyes of the village were turned toward the bill, so eager were they to hear some gossip concerning their new neighbors. Rut everything appeared the same as at twilight the night before, much to the disappointment of the gossipers. It remained thus for several days except for the constant changes made by the children. Then one day it was noised abroad that Judith Deane, the oldest chib! on the bill, bad seen a ghost. The story ran that she had awakened and gone downstairs for a drink. When she reached the broad staircase, a long white arm with a huge claw-like hand shot out of the wall across the staircase. As she started back in dismay it swept forward then back again and disappeared. That was just what the village gossips longed for. From the boldest of them the family learned that this scene was customary to all who stayed in the house for any length of time. The family were inclined to doubt their word and supposed that Judith bad seen a moonlight shadow. Thus it stood, until one night the father bad occasion to go down stairs, and be saw the same arm, this time with the band slowly opening as if to clutch. A few days later the house was vacant. It was not occupied again for six months. A young artist whose wife bad died recently came there to forget, lie sai l that he cared nothing for ghosts. One stormy night the banging of a door made him restless, so be arose to make it more secure. As lie neared the staircase a long white arm shot out. disappeared, came out again, then disappeared as before. He retraced THF. FLAMBEAU Page Fifty-fiv his steps and returned with a heavy shotgun in his hands. When the arm was visible again, with a nervous aim he shot. This time the arm stayed out. He felt that he had done his duty and did not care to investigate farther, so returned to his bed. The door hanged away. At daybreak la cautiously made his way downstairs. The arm was still there. With a quizzical smile he went nearer, then touched the arm. What a harmless thing it was, that arm covered with white paint! Many of the neighbors who had heard his shot were gathered around the house lamenting his death. They supposed he had been killed by the ghost. When lie appeared on the veranda he was greeted with surprise, lie mildly invited them in to see the ghost which lie had pinned on the staircase. A few of the boldest, filled with curiosity, made a brave front and with fluttering hearts followed him to the staircase. Now the ghost was revealed. It was found that the arm worked on a spring and a slight breeze would unfasten the arm, let it slide through a secret door, then suddenly draw it back again. It was several years later that the real story of the ghostly arm was learned from a stranger who had known some of the first occupants of the house. They had a fidgety old boarder who would often get up in the middle of the night and prowl around the house. Two lively young lads had made and placed the arm in the position it was found. The boarder found that it was not his time to use the house so decided to remain in bed all night, much to the delight of the boys. The younger class of Slumbertown readily accepted this explanation, but the older ones would shake their heads and inquire, “But where do the unearthly groan-ings come from?” I doubt whether they could ever be convinced that the house was not haunted. —Mamie Keller, '27. THE OLI) CHEST Alice Mae sat with her legs crossed on a little stool before the open fireplace. It was a comfortable fire, and the hour was the most comfortable and confidential of all the day. The late afternoon shadows were falling softly outside, and inside it was not yet time for lights, and therefore just right for the red glow of an open fireplace. Vet with all that coziness of atmosphere about her, Alice Mae’s eyes were not only thoughtful as they studied the changing blaze, but a little troubled as well. She lifted them nov to the quiet figure in the deep armchair dimly outlined in the shadows opposite. “Mother, 1 hate to worry you, she said in an anxious little voice, “but where am I going to get my clothes for the graduating exercises? Mary Lee and Dorothy James will have such pretty dresses, and when they give their addresses they will look so pretty and dignified. Oh dear! and what will I look like in my old dark blue serge and me the valedictorian. Or dear, I wish Daddy hadn't failed in his business,” she sobbed. There was a moment's pause as if the woman across the hearth were thinking hard. “Dear. I don't know,” she said at last with a note of loving regret in the quiet tones. “I'm afraid you’ll have to get along with your serge dress. I may be able to secure money enough to buy white collars and cuffs for it. and it will look as pretty as a new dress.” Alice Mae laid her golden curls on her mother’s lap. “But I do get so tired wearing old things, she sighed. “I wish Aunt Kate had sent me some money; it wouldn't have meant much to her. Well, 1 suppose she didn't rea- THE FLAMBEAU Pafc Fift f-six lize how much we needed it.” “I know, dear,” her mother said. “I have tried so hard to think of a way,—1 wonder,” she added, “if we could find among those old silk and flowered dresses of grandmother's anything that could be made over!” “Let’s look,” said Alice Mae, clapping her hands with delight. “I’ve always thought what pretty doll dresses they would make. Bring the lamp, mother, and we’ll go up to the attic and see what we can find in the old cedar chest.” It was as dark as night in the attic; the light of the flickering lamp cast many ghostly shadows over the dusty place. Alice Mae set the lamp on the corner of the old dresser and, stooping, she turned a brass key in the long cedar chest. The sweet smell of lavender and cedar soon filled the dismal room. When she laid lies hand on the soft material, it brought back thoughts of olden days. “How beautiful grandmother must have looked in these beautiful dresses,” she said quietly to herself, “and how proud she must have felt. I wish mother had pretty clothes like these,” she said, looking up to her mother with her big blue eyes. She lifted out the topmost garment and held it up— a rich wine-colored silk shirt and a tiny bonev waist. “Look mother,” she cried with delight, “it will almost stand alone. Xohodv wears silks like these now. do they!” Cries of delight broke from her as she held gown after gown up to the lamp-light. “Isn’t this one adorable, mother? I'll bet grandmother looked charming in this one, and mother—isn’t this one gold-brocaded on old rose gorgeous? Oh dear. I don’t know which one to select for my dress.” At the bottom of the chest was an old patchwork quilt. “Isn't this beautiful?” said Alice Mae examining its tiny stitches thoroughly. “It looks very old.” “Yes,” added her mother, in a much softer tone. “There is a story connected with this quilt. During the War of 1812, my great-grandmother was living in Washington; when the British ransacked the city, her house was burned, and the only thing she saved was this quilt, which she flung over her shoulders to protect her from the cold. It has since then been handed down to the oldest girl in the family. Alice Mae. when 1 die, 1 expect you to take the quilt.” “Oh, I will be very glad to have it, mother, but—I hope you won’t die for a while yet,” she added jokingly. “I’m very undecided which dress to take,” said the girl much perplexed. “Let’s look over them again mother.” She stooped swiftly and shook out a white dress of some soft wooly material trimmed with pale yellow ribbons. “It's very pretty,” she said, and sighed contentedly, “and I believe it’s just the one for me. “I’ve found another,” she exclaimed with a little squeal of delight. She held up a pale blue taffeta that was softer than the others. It had a full skirt- plenty of material to spare—and a tiny piece of gold colored braid that enchanted Alice Mae’s blue eyes. Alice Mae’s mother studied the dresses, and said they were just the thing. They ripped them apart that evening before they would even consider going to bed, and when the material was spread over the table, they found they had more than enough of the blue and woolly white cloth. The next morning as soon as breakfast was over, and the work done, Alice Mae secured the assistance of Mrs. West, their next door neighbor, who was a skilled dressmaker. and they all three began sewing. It took two days to finish them. They were both made with severe simplicity and the colors very becoming to the girl’s slender figure. Alice Mae had to go to the high school, the next day to practice her address. The thought of her beautiful the flambeau Page Fiftyseven dresses seemed to inspire her, and the address was given better than she had ever given it before. She went home that evening with her heart full of happiness. “Mother,” she said, “will you help me to dress? 1 must be at the Auditorium at seven.” They both (‘limbed the squeaky stairs. Alice Mae sat on the old wooden bed, while her mother began combing her long golden curls. “Fix them nice, mother,” she said in an anxious voice. “I just heard Lawyer Brown and Mayor Brock-well say as I was coming down the street that they were going to be at the Auditorium to hear the exercises tonight. and of course I want to look my very best and to speak my very best. Oh, mother, my hair just feels lovely, and now will you help me with my dress?” She selected the beautiful blue taffeta, the one with the wonderful gold collar. “Oh, mother, the gold braid on this dress just matches my hair,” she exclaimed as she pinned the collar around her dainty white throat. “Now look in the mirror, dear, and see how pretty you look,” ejaculated her happy mother. “Isn’t the dress beautiful?” she said as she stroked tin soft silk with her hands. “People will think I’m Cinderella when I go marching down the aisle because I haven’t told any of the girls about my new dresses. They think I’m going to wear my serge.” “Well, mother, I think it’s about time we were starting,” she said as she kissed her mother on the forehead. They left the house arm in arm, their hearts beating with delight. The Auditorium was packed to its capacity and anxious people were patiently waiting for the exercises to start. When the organ peeled forth its first chords of music the class began marching down the aisle. Alice Mae and her old friend, Tom Steel, were in the lead. All eyes were turned on the pretty little girl as she led the class. “Who is she?” “I’ve never seen her before.” “Is she the one who is going to give the valedictory address?” were some of the questions that caught Alice Mae’s ears as she marched her happy way to the front. All questions were answered as she began her address. Her voice was clear, her posture just right, and the address very interesting. When she finished there came a heavy applause, then came a sudden silence. She heard people exclaim as she sat back in her straight-back chair, “That girl will make a public speaker if she has training”; “that was the best speech I have heard any girl give,” said another. “She must have done some studying to give that address as she gave it.” “A telegram for Miss Alice Mae,” came a voice from the hack of the Auditorium. Could it be an accident, or could it be death, thought the puzzled girl as she tore open the yellow envelope. She was startled as she read the first line. Columbus, Ohio, May 22, 1912. As a graduating present I have enrolled you in The School of Oratorv, at Nashville, Tennessee. AUNT KATE OBEY Alice Mae hurst out in tears of gladness. She handed the telegram to the professor, lie read it to the audience. Then came a heavy applause. People came down the aisle to congratulate her. Among them were Lawyer Brown and Mayor Brockwell, the two she wished her address to inspire. “Mother,” she said as they were leaving for home, “I guess it isn’t the best dressed girl that makes the best woman after all, it’s the one who works for what she gets. And mother—I can make over the rest of those beautiful dresses for my college wardrobe,” she exclaimed happily. —Besse Griffith, ’26. Page Fifty-eight THE FLAMBEAU Poet’s Corner CLASS POEM There is a class in Sandy High, Although it is quite small. And 1 will not be telling a lie When f say that it heats them all. Fred Kngell, a lad among them all. Of whom we have a hunch. Although lie’s young and isn’t tall, He’s the brightest of the bunch. We are the peppiest of the lot, And always look alive; You had better salute us on the spot— All hail to Twenty-five. Our Etha seems to like the “Bill’s,” And also likes to have fun; She lives away out over the hills, Out towards Eriton. We have students good and students bad. We have quiet, ami some loud, But you'll not find a lass or lad Of whom you won’t be proud. Florence and Catherine are a pair. And it is my firm belief That when you see them, no matter where, They are always in mischief. You’ll find Miss Kemp so capable, She always takes the lead, Yet with “Bill” she often takes a stroll Or with him she likes to speed. Our “Judy” plays good basket ball. But I think you're sure to find That lie always plays the best of all, When Avis is on the side line. Our Xora is a good actress. With only one fault I know, For although she is sure to win success. She has stolen (lladys’ beau. Our Avis is a very fine lass. And always does her duty. But every time you come into the class You’ll hear, “Avis, did you kiss Judyt” Our next is Erma Connor, She is a stout little lass; She is always known to study hard. And is one of the best in the class. Mary and Mavme look like twins, But 1 know that it isn’t so. For they both have separate sins, For Mavme with Homer does go. THE FLAMBEAU Page Fifty-nine Mary used to like “Tubby,” But I guess she has changed her mind. She has found another called “Teddy” And thinks he’s quite a find. Olive Stiteler is one of our preachers (?) And doesn’t like to have fun (?) She seems to like most all of the teachers And of them all especially ONE. We have a girl called “Husky”— Her name is Mabel, T’m told; She always seems to like “Freddy,” And always likes to scold. Margaret Smith hails from Narrows Creek, And conies to school in the bus: She is quiet and always meek ( ?) Ami “over the boys” makes quite a fuss. Dorothy likes Allen and Vernon; She doesn’t know which to pick, But when she went to Sykesville Allen went, but Vernon didn’t kick. Another girl's named Mary (iudinas. Sometimes called “Barium Chloride,” Likes to go to the laboratory And many experiments has tried. Stella is very short and stout, She thinks that all boys are fickle. So when she wants to ride about She rides her brother’s motorcycle. Andrew and Anthony like “Olives”— We have one of them in the class; With each other they often strive For she is a nice little lass. “Chuck” Slattery is a basket ball star. And gives our opponents their fill. But when he’s not feeling up to par He goes to Revnoldsville. Neil is our class chemist, The best there is to be had. And when you tease him about Gladys, lie will get very MAD. Catherine Salada is a quiet But very likeable lass; Tt would be very bard to find A better one in the class. Last but not least comes the poet, He’s very glad to be alive, And counts it an honor, I know it, To belong to ’twenty-five. —D. E. L., ’25. Page Sixt}) THE FLAMBEAU BOOKS When I try to recite in Latin. (Joodness me! I always get stuck; Ami when I get an Algebra problem I sure lo think I’m in luck. How some people get their history Is to me a mystery. ( ivies certainly is awful, I think it should be unlawful. Knglish, well it could be worse. Although it is quite nice, of course. What comes next! T can’t recall; Hut why did they ever makes hooks at all ? —F. I). .1., ’28. JUNIOR CLASS POEM We are the Juniors of S. II. S., The best class in the world, I guess; When other classes annoy us Juniors, We just laugh and keep our good humors. If you wish about the Juniors to know. Just glance at the lines written below; A poet in our class seems hard to find, Hut listen, classmates, and I ’ll give you a line. First on our list is Margaret Atwell. Who comes from near MeCreights; Her beau's name I 'll try not to tell. But he takes her home most every night. Then there is a little big boy, Who takes part in all our fun; Me appears to heliis mother's joy. His name....................Vrt Anderson. Ellis Barker is a quiet bov, When he isn't making a noise; lie studies French and is never late. And for a girl he likes to wait. Now comes our light haired vamp, Whose mother says, “ Don't get your lips damp!” Miss Dolly Best, a cute little novice, Makes the boys sit up and take notice. Our dark haired Herbert Bloom, Is silent in the school room; When the buzzer rings there's a riot. Then our Herbert is never quiet. Then there comes a lass from Falls Creek, Who has pretty hair and smiles very sweet; She likes automobiles, especially the Overland. Her name I’ll tell you—Cert rude Bolam. THE FLAMBEAU Page Sixi f-one Krom Sabula bails Alvin Brown, Who never never seems to frown. He is so very quiet in class That we hardly believe be knows bow to laugh. Mildred Brooks, with her hair so brown. Often visits her sister in town; She goes with somebody’s son, Who owns a big blue Jordan. Marie Bundy, a light-haired lass, Is liked very much in our class; She is always eating a cooky, And she plays a game called “hooky.” John Cunningham, ’tis plain to be seen, Likes very well the color of “Breen”; When Miss Dorothy leaves town, they say. That “Johnny” is very blue all day. Someone who at the girls does wink, And always on them spends his “chink,” diaries Chatfield is the merry guy, Who gives us chewing gum on the sly. A pretty lass with hair of jet, And eyes that sparkle like fire; If perchance this girl you have met, You will know our Annette Dessy. Y’ernon Dixon is one who likes to walk. It appears also that lie likes to talk; If you don’t believe it. listen to me! You can just ask his Dorothy. Dowler Ellis is a musical boy, He plays the violin and guitar; lie’s in our Orchestra, So for music we don’t have to go very far. Brace Pairman will be a little clerk, Because her duty she never does shirk. But when Brace goes to the show She takes a “Preside” with her you know. Always in mischief is John Pve, But never known to tell a lie; Never known to start a riot, Because he is so very quiet. Theodore George is fond of walking. But lie’s not so fond of talking; lb changes classes many times. And he likes to make up many rhymes. Our president is Smiley Briesemer, Who has a rattling good Lizzie; lie is also fond of “Leach’s”; In class meetings he makes good speeches. Lesley Hawley likes to debate, An l at school is sometimes late; lie is always joking and full of fun, He comes from the city of Eriton. Jack Harter comes from Palls Creek, And we think his heart is weak. Especially when “Bach” is near, We all know that she’s his dear. Sylvia Hoover, the next on the list. Is a wee lass who likes to be kissed; She also likes a boy named Hayes, And when lie visits her, he always stays. Bessie Griffith, a bright little lass, Always stands first in our class; Bessie has a wonderful voice, When she sings there is no noise. Page Sixl}f-tivo THE FLAMBEAU Merle Jones is a quiet lad. At Karl lie never gets mad; I Ie is not very tall, And he never loiters in the hall. William Killila lias a ear. And lie makes it run quite far; Hut Hilly boy is very wise In taking Kliza out for a ride. There is a tall girl named Melva Lea eh. Whom Smiley thinks is a “peach”; She is in love with all the swain. Hut she likes one especially, Oliver Wayne. A hoy whose joy is teasing girls, And annoying them by pulling their curls, Haul Lewis is this one’s name. And lie starts many a jolly game. Laughing eyes and straight brown hair, For boys surely form a snare Kdna Lindsay, a little Mark Twain, Likes to tease all the swain. Mable Long her name denies. Though she is witty ami bright. She is not very high, And never was heard to sigh. Our snapping-eyed Rachel Mark Makes them all toe the mark; When Rachel gives them a smile They think life is worth while. A boy who in French has a lark, His name is Allan Mark; lie’s Miss Rachel’s brother, And they’re very loving toward each other (?) August Miller walks two miles, Ami is always here with a smile; For a nickname we call him “ Dad, ” Hut this never makes him mad. Kdytlic Miller and Mary Simpson are twins, For them to argue would be a sin; One a blonde, the other a brunette, Mary with hair so light, Edytlie with hair of jet. Walter Morgan takes the lead In going to Camp Meade; He thinks he is some swell When he’s with Miss Annahelle! Karl Pierce is our artist. And very skilful too. lie draws many pictures of us, Because that's all lie has to do. James Pittsley, a basket ball star. From the school doesn’t live very far; In basket ball he plays a good game, And thus wins a good name. Columbus Sperie in H. B. shines, He’s either in the game or on the sidelines; He is always at school on time. And in history class recites just fine. 'Phe author of this as you will see, A “ will be. And keep a home for dogs and cats. So with a husband she’ll never spat. —Isabelle Divins, ’26. 12961769 THE FLAMBEAU Page Sixt -three WORK AND WIN If you do what is right, You’ll he sure to win the fight; Don’t be a shirker, But be a good worker. The shirker will fail, When it comes to the gale, But the worker will win. If he never gives in. Do your best day by day, Never put off or delay; And don’t be a shirker, But be a good worker. If you do your best, You will stand the test; You’ll come through with colors Hying, The shirker you’ll find will be sighing. The shirker you’ll find, Will come out behind, lie’ll he left in the dust, To wither and rust. —N. C. W. NOT A KNOCKER I was upon a mountain. Looking down upon a plain; I saw a lot of green stuff, That looked like waving grain. Again 1 looked, and thought It must he only grass. But goodness, to my horror, It was .just the Freshman class. —Albert Henry Evans, ’-28. SOPHOMORE CLASS POEM W Sophomores are a jolly crowd, The class that has the pep, And if you want to he happy Just follow in our step. We are merry and gay From morn till night; Helping to make others happy Is our chief delight. “Here We Are!” The first on our list is Charles Aurand, The sheik of the Sophomore class; Then comes from Sahula, Rose Anthony, The actress, a bright saucy lass. Oh, Lucius, the heart-smasher, comes now; lie surely likes the lasses. And after him is our Alice Bish, Who is bright in all her classes. I’ll tell you now of Paul Barker, The hoy so happy and carefree; And then there’s Orrie Boring, lie’s one of our fiddlers three. Then there is Helen Coder, Our dancer so very fair, And Lillian Deasey, the girl Who won’t bob her hair. One of our basket ball stars, Stanley Doktor, a very little bov; And (iladys, a little girl. Talking of Xiel is her greatest joy. Delno Kllis, another violinist, Comes in from Iselin Heights; Then there’s Anao Fioravanti, the boy Who always thinks lie’s in the right. Xow here’s the real vamp of our class, Sara Hayes, so blithe and gay, And Abner Harter is our sheik. Who likes to tease the girls all the day. Iona Hoover is next on our roll, The girl who’s always late; And Rex Harvey, a very little boy, Who likes to roller skate. Helen Howard, a wee little girl. Is the baby of our class; Then there is Frank Kliinas, the clown, For being foolish, he sure can pass. Then there’s Mamie Keller, A very quiet lass; And then Sylvester Kitchen, Who says he can’t talk in class. A girl with laughing brown eyes And who’s ever happy,— ’tis Pauline Kline Then Harlan Lucore, who likes to debate; He’s one who will win every time. Florence Lenkerd, our dear old maid, In Caesar class she does shine; And James Mark, another star, In basket ball lie sure is fine. THE FLAMBEAU Page Sixty-five A vocational girl is Veronica Malaskv, To classes she's never late; An«l Albert Marshall, a bright lad. Will make someone a very good mate. Ruby Xaugle, another vocational, Is short and not very thin; Then Eva Ogden is a very cute vamp. Though she thinks flirting a sin. (lenevieve Peterson, a good little girl, Of basket ball can play a good game; And Captain Ellen Pittsley, another player. Surely will some day find fame. Harry Robertson likes the girls. And always has something to say; Then there’s Kathryn Shi vie, Who’s very quiet the livelong day. Helen Smith hails from Narrows Creek, In History class she’s very bright; Then there’s a mischievous little boy, Edward Swanson, a shining light. Mildred Turk, our society lady, Every morning comes in on the car; And Morris Thunberg, a musician, Who to get to school has to walk very far. Mary Wall comes from Sahula, The city with the wonderful lake; Then comes our Florence Wagget, A good nurse she sure will make. There’s (Veil Walhorn. a very bright boy, A very good actor lie'll be; And then the midget of our class, Catherine Walker, a lass so very wee. There’s a quiet boy in our class. He’s Harry Young by name; lie likes a girl called (iladys, And she likes him the same. The author of this, Fate has decreed, Shall be a nurse And help those in need. —Ruth R. Lewis, ’27. . I a e Sixt x THE FLAMBEAU A COMPLETE CHANGE 1 ’in only just a Freshman now 1 want to grow up strong and pure. But soon 1 ’ll be a man. In body and in mind. And for that time, it will come soon. So 1 will leave strong drink alone. 1 have commenced to plan. And tobacco of any kind. When I am grown 1 wish you’d know. From evil filthy talks and acts To be a man worth while. 1 always will abstain. I’ll learn my temper to control. For very much 1 'd lose by them. And wear a cheery smile. And not at all would gain. At home or school my task I'll learn. And knowledge gain that way, Though it is sometimes hard for boys. Men tell me it will pay. Mv motto shall be. “Do Your Best”; 1 ’ll kind like Lincoln be; But for mv model 1 will take The “grade” of Sandy—See ? —A. H. E., ’28. FRESHMAN CLASS POEM Here’s to the Freshmen of Sandv High, The brown-eyed daisy is common yet gay, Long may their radiant colors fly; It’s the Flower for our Commencement Day. We have chosen the colors of Brown and (void. The Juniors are our sister class, For they are the ones that never grow old. Our friendship with them will always last. There are in our number eighty-eight. Tho’ the way he rugged and far, And all of these are very sedate. No hardships or struggles our way can bar; Our motto true is “Honor Above All,” We may achieve! Who can foretell ? And that should be obeyed bv all. So now, dear friends, we bid you farewell. f, 1 00 1 Tin students of Sandy High School all enjoy cm I a pleasant Christinas vacation, and came hack to school . with the intention of doing better work than they had done in the previous semester. On the twentieth of January the community was greatly pleased with an operetta given by tin members ot the various classes of Sandy High School, entitled, “ file Toreadors.’’ Upon request it was given again the m b e a u following week. Those who saw it will agree witli us that the student a of Sandy High possess much talent. The first part of February we were honored by a visit from Rev. Baker, of the Baptist Church, and Rev. Stevens, who rendered us a fine talk that was enjoved bv all. Toward the last of February we were pleased to have with us more visitors, this time Rev. Ix cke, of the Page Sixty-eight THE FLAMBEAU First Methodist Church, ami Mr. Dibble, an Evangelist, who was then holding services in the Methodist Church. Mr. Dibble sang several fine selections for us, to the accompaniment of ‘Miss Lewis, a pianist of exceptional ability. Instead of giving one program each month, as was the custom last year, the Literary Societies this year gave one every other week. Each class of both societies, the “Mark Twain” and “Whittier,” have given, or intend to give in the future, a very fine program. We have discovered that some of the Freshmen possess much talent, both musical and literary. The members of the Senior class have given to the students of Sandy High School interesting essays and biographies, which were delivered in chapel many different mornings, especially on the birthdays of great men. The ’ was a remarkable day for us, for we heard from our orchestra the first time this year. Now they render us fine music every morning in chapel and on special occasions. We are only sorry that it was not organized the beginning of the term instead of so near the end. Two days later Captain Pickett visited our morning exercises with the intention of talking to the boys about spending their summer vacation at Camp Meade, where a few of our l oys were last year. He gave an interesting talk which was enjoyed by the girls as well as the boys. and made many of them wish that they were boys so that they might enjoy the advantages of Camp Meade also. Isn’t that true, girls? On the thirteenth and fourteenth of March institute was held for the first time in Sandy Township. It was held at the High School under the instructions of Dr. Kietli and Dr. Chambers. Beside the teachers quite a few students and members of the community attended the meetings. The High School Orchestra was also present and rendered several fine selections. Thursday morning, March the nineteenth. Hew Boone and Hew Kniseley attended our daily morning exercises. Hew Kniseley conducted the exercises, and afterward we listened to a very fine sermon from Hew Boone. I’nless we forget it, it will tend to make our lives happier and better. That evening one of the best plays ever given by Sandy High was presented in the High School Auditorium. “Mr. Bob was tlie regular annual Flambeau play, the cast taken entirely from the Senior Class this year. It was very humorous and everybody enjoyed many a good laugh. The audience, too. was larger than it had been at the last few plays given. Before the end of the term, the annual Senior play will he given. It will be every particle as good, if not better, than “Mr. Bob, and may we have the same support from our friends as it had. —Dorothy Roberts, ’25. SENIOR CLASS NOTES Sandy Township will not want for teachers this coming year, as a number of the members of the Senior class are making preparations to attend Normal School this summer so they can take up the teaching profession. Mr. A.— It is the law of gravity that keeps us on this earth.” Chuck—“How did we stick on before the law was passed?” THE FLAMBEAU age Sixty-nine Miss Bond—“What is a prophet?” Neil—“Buying something tor a dime and selling it for a quarter.” Margaret—“I’m going to cultivate my voice.” .Judy—“Then plant it deep.” Avis—“Judy didn’t kiss me. It was your fault that he did when he did.” Margaret—“I could get my feet up higher than you if I was at home.” Dan—“Make yourself at home. Margaret.” Miss Bond—“'What is a myth.”' Avis—“Something that isn't. Dorothy- “How do you translate this line?” Miss Steeley (translating) -“What are those two little things there?” Dorothy—“1 don’t know. What are they?” Chuck—“Who was Benjamin Lincoln?” Miss Bond “I’m not allowed to. The others are so cold.” (Thinking Chuck asked her to open the window.) Avis—“Tomorrow the Kaiser was horn.” Olive—“Have you read ‘To a Field Mouse'? Nora—“No; how do you get 'em to listen?” Andrew—“May 1 hold your palm, Olive?” Olive—“Not on your life buoy.” Margaret—“Do you know Mary has no manners? When I was talking to her this morning she yawned seven times.” Erma—“Perhaps she wasn’t yawning, she might have wanted to say something. Florence—“I saw something last night that 1 couldn’t get over. Eliza.” Eliza—“ What ? Florence—“ The moon. ’' On the nineteenth of March the Seniors entertained the public with the Flambeau play, called “Mr. Bob.” The play was a great success and the large audience seemed well pleased. The Seniors are planning a visit to Penn's Cave. Not only to study the formation of the stalactites and the stalagmites, hut for the good time and the trip along with the picnic dinner and supper. We are also planning a visit to the coke ovens of Big Hun some evening. —Stella Rhodes. ’2o. Page Seventy; THE FLAMBEAU JUNIOR CLASS Tfjr r? 7 i i 3kv1 £1 .m.s • , : -■ i-r iy? i wv r j i j 50y i ’ 7 AC lb S w¥? 7'X «JS =•7 rf ,z: r.t . i fl S.V 7, ;- P4 ■ NS mfl V L -i i f- .t if St frj m V Jk - ZL ? ii- - X ; x V,j ' S m V 7 7 x m i an Mr THE FLAMBEAU Page Seventy-one JUNIOR CLASS ROLL Class Flower Class Motto Colors WHITK ROSE “IK) THY DUTY, COME WHAT MAY” (iREEN AND WHITE Class Officers President................................................Smiley (iriesemer Vice President...................................• • AlInn Mark Secretary.....................................Bessie (irirtitli Treasurer......................................... MeWa Leacli Reporter...............................................Isabelle Divins Anderson, Arthur Atwill, Margaret Barker, Ellis Best, Lileth Bloom, Herbert Bolam, Gertrude Brooks, Mildred Brown, Alvin Bundy, Marie Class Roll Chatfield, Charles Cunningham. John Dessy, Annette Divins, Isabelle Dixon, Vernon Ellis, Dowler Fairniun, Grace Fye, John George, Theodore (■ riflith, Bessie Griesenier, Smiley Harter, Jack Hawley, Leslie Hoover, Silvia Jones, Merle Killila. William Leach, Melva Lewis, Paul Lindsay, Edna Long, Mahle Mark, Allan Mark, Rachel Miller, Edytlie Miller, August Morgan, Walter Pierce, Earl Pittsley, James Sperie, Columbus Simpson, Mary JUNIOR Here’s to the Class of ’26, Who never get in any bad fix. With their motto, “I)o thy duty come what may.” And a white rose for their class Flower gay. They will always win the day. May tlu green and white colors ever fly. In remcml iaii e of the Junior Class of Sandy High. The Juniors were sorry to lose the following mem-ler : Bernice Askev and Gladys Lyons. We wish Ber- CLASS NOTES nice success in South High School, Youngstown. Ohio, and good luck to Gladys in whatever work she may take up. On March third we held a Candy Sale. It was a success. Jack Harter—-“Didn't you see me down town last night? I saw you twice.” Rachel Mark—“No, I never notice people in that condition.” Page Sevent f-tnu THE FLAMBEAU August Miller—“ Which is correct, to speak of sitting a hen or setting a bent” Charles Chatfield—“Don’t know and don’t care. What I would like to know is, when a hen cackles has she been laying or lying?” Miss Steeley—“Allan, don’t you cart about your mark ?” Allan Mark—“Why worry about marks? I have ten of them at home.” Miss Steeley (to Allan who is reading French)-“Allan, where are you?” Kllis Barker—“lie’s up there behind the desk.” Bessie Griffith—“Romeo was certainly a wonderful lover.” Kdythc Miller—“Wonderful! Can you beat that? Why all that bird did was talk.” John Cunningham—“Take a piece of this cake, Melva.” Melva Leach—“Oh. I can’t eat that; I’m almost dead from eating.” John Cunningham—“Well, take a piece of this and you will be dead.” Imagine Columbus Sperie calling Melva pet names. (Dear!) Miss Bailey—“A hedgehog on the ground is a sign of an early winter.” Karle Pierce—“Yes, and a banana peel on the sidewalk is a sign of an early fall.” Stranger—“Can you direct me to the First National Bank?” Merle Jones—“I can for a nickel. Bank directors don’t work for nothing in this town.” Grace Fairman—“That clumsy guy walked all over my dogs at the last dance.” Mable Long—“You shouldn’t have taken your pets into the. ballroom.” Miss Pfeflfer—“William, quit throwing chalk.” Walter Morgan—“Say. Miss Pfeflfer, you might as well talk to a door-knob as Bill.” Isabelle Bivins—“It looks like a shoe-shine parlor, doesn’t it?” Kllis Barker—“What, the back of your chair?” Isabelle—“Yes.” Kllis—“No, it’s only a foot rest.” There was once a driver named Morning, Who refused to heed any warning; lie drove on the track Without looking back, So they’re mourning this morning for Morning. Miss Steeley (pronouncing French)—“Nous ne cho-isirons ni chevaux ni eliiens.” Allan Mark—“Oh my, he swatted her on the nose and then on the chin.” Junior Puzzle Fan—“I sat up three hours last night to get love in three letters.” Theodore George—“That’s nothing. 1 sat up all night trying to get a lot of love in one letter.” Vernon Dixon—“Mr. Attinger left the electric lights burn.” Dolly Best—“Oh, I smell electricity.” Margaret Atwell—“Hey Bill, are you going to get a new suit?” Bill Killila—“Yes, how did you know?” Margaret—“I saw it in the newspaper.” THE FLAMBEAU Page Sevent -thret Miss Pfeffer—“Never mind, Paul.” Paul Lewis—“I never do.” Miss Pfeffer—“I know it.” Paul Lewis—“Well, you told me not to.” Sylvia Hoover—“Hayes calls me ‘Sugar !” Edna Lindsay—“ Why?” Sylvia—“Because I am so refined.” Mildred Brooks—“Say .John, how many brothers have you?” John F ye—“One half brother and one full brother, but he isn’t full all the time.” Annette Dessv “You will never kiss any other girl, will you darling?” Art Anderson—“Not that you would know it.” Alvin Brown—“Jim, if you were standing beside a mule, what fruit would you represent?” James Pittsley—“I don’t know.” Alvin—“Why, you’d be a pair.” Smiley Griesemer—“Say, Husky, what are you all doing now?” Walter Morgan—“I’m an ex-porter.” Smiley—“An ex-porter?” Walter -“Yes, the Pullman company has fired me.” Jack Harter—“Sometimes I don’t know what to make of you.” Preside Girl—“Well, for goodness sake, don’t make an old maid out of me, whatever you do.” Leslie Hawley—“I’ll say this for radio parties.” Allan Mark—“Well, say it.” Les—“It’s the only thing invented so far that could get some people to stop talking long enough to listen.” Doll Best—“Did any of you kids ever see an elephant skin?” Gertrude Bolam—“I have.” Doll—“Where?” Gertrude—“On the elephant, of course.” Marie Bundy—“Were you pleased with the new school today, Bill?” Bill Killila—“No, they made me wash my face and when I went home the dog hit me because he didn’t know me.” Senior—“How much do you charge for weighing hogs ?” Jack Harter—“Oh, just get on and I'll weigh you for nothing.” Mary Simpson—“Loan me ten dollars, will you?” Walter Morgan—“I’ll let you have it when I come back from the mountains.” Mary—“When are you coming back?” Walter—“Oh, just between ourselves, I’m not going.” Customer—“I want a dress to put on around the house.” Our bright Dolly—“How big is the house, madam?” Sophomore—“What makes the Freshmen turn red at the end of the term?” Bright Junior—“Oh, they are just blushing to think how green they have been all year.” Allan Mark—(a railroad conductor) “Change for Sally Manca! Change for Sally Manca!” Generous John Cunningham “I don’t know the girl hut I will chip in a dime.” I’agc Seventy-four THE FLAMBEAU Judge Daw lor Ellis “You arc a property holder ?” Herbert Bloom—“Yes, vour honor.” Dawler—“Married or singlet” Herbert—“I have been married for live years, your honor.” Dawler—“Have you formed or expressed an opinion in all that time, sir ” Herbert—“Not for them five years, your honor.” Melva Leach—“Look at Bill’s new shoes.” Bill Killila—“Just the color of that Soph’s socks.” Soph “Why. they have just faded a lot.” Bill—“Yes. the same thing happened to me only mine faded a different way.” (.Meaning darker instead of lighter.) Miss Bailey “John, what was it Sir Walter Ual-cigli said when he placed his cloak on the muddy road for the beautiful cpieen to step on!” John Cunningham—“Step on it, kid.” Mabel Long (a new clerk in a store)—“You say these articles in this basket are ten and fifteen cents. How can I tell them apart?” Smiley (I. (proprietor)—“Oh, easy enough to do that. Whichever one the customer picks out is fifteen cents!” Annette Dessy—“Am I the only girl you have ever loved ?” Her Maryland beau- “Xot the only girl, but you are the richest.” They’ve laid away Poor William Bunk, Who thought that he Could drive while drunk. Bill K. “Yes, poor fellow, he got a life sentence.” (I race Fairman—“I thought Smiley was a model young fellow; what did he do?” Bill—“Struck a girl's fancy. Mrs. Atwell—“Now Margaret, if your friends ask you to dine say, ‘No thanks, I have already dined’.” Margaret's friend—“Come on, Margaret and have a bite with us.” Margaret A.—“No thanks, 1 have already bitten.” Happenings of the Day: 1. Bill K. sleeping in English class. 2. Edythe M. writing to “Spig. 3. Janies P. stretching his legs all over the room and moving every chair at the same time. 4. Smiley H. late for Algebra class. : . Bill K. keeping quiet in Algebra. (i. Walter Morgan looking for new sights. 7. (irace F. kissing her beau good night. 8. Columbus Sperie in Sight. !). Margaret A. thinking of Johnnie. 10. Marie B. powdering her nose. Isabelle Divins—“They had an expert look up our family tret . Earle Pierce—“Where did you come in? Isabelle—“Oh, I was the sap. Allan Mark “Did you ever read ‘Looking Backward’!” Leslie Hawley “Sure, once during exams and I was flunked for it.” Miss Bond “What is one of the pressing needs of our school!” Paul Lewis “A gym. We have plenty of dum-bells. -Isabelle Divins, ’26. r se KirAlfiW mlmm vm sSP il IB w i y XJf t -t-J'vv - A r Vf. £X'y . i: mtmm : THE FLAMBEAU Page Seventy-five SOPHOMORE CLASS Page Seventy-six THE FLAMBEAU SOPHOMORE CLASS ROLL Class Flower Class Colors WHITE LILY BLUE AND GOLD Class Motto “OUR AIM SUCCESS, OUR HOPE TO WIN” President...... Vice President Secretary...... Treasurin'..... Reporter....... Class Officers Helen Howard Cecil Walborn . Mamie Keller ..Sarah Hayes . . . Until Lewis Anthony, Lewis Anthony, Rose A m ain 1, Charles Badger, Lucius Pish, Alice Barker, Paul Boring, Orrie Burns, James Coder. Helen Crook, Helen Cole, Gertrude Deasev, Lillian Class Roll Doktor, Stanley Dixon. Luella Dunlap, Gladys Ellis, Del no Eioravanti, Anas Fuller, Harold Hayes, Sarah Harter, Abner Hoover, Iona Harvey, Rex Howard, Helen Klimas, Frank Keller, Mamie Kitchen, Sylvester Kline, Pauline Lucore, Harlan Lenkerd, Florence Lewis, Ruth Mark, James Malasky, Veronica Marshall, Albert Xaugle, Ruby Ogden, Eva Peterson, Genevieve Pittsley, Ellen Robertson, Harry Shivie, Kathryn Smith, George Smith, Helen Swanson. Edward Turk, Mildred Thunberg, Morris Waggett, Florence Wall, Mary Walborn. Cecil Walker, Catherine Young, Harry Yuskailis, Antessie SOPHOMORE CLASS NOTES Miss Pfeffer (in Geometry class)—“AN hat is a Miss Steeley (giving sentences in Caesar class)— straight angle? “Who will march with me to Rome!” Orrie Boring—“One without any trimmings on it.” Helen Howard—“I will, Miss Steeley.” THE FLAMBEAU Page Seventy-seven “Topics of the Day.” It looks like we were going to lose some of our Sophomore girls. Alice Bisli ami Ellen Pittsley are sporting diamonds. Frank Klimas asked Veronica Malasky for a kiss! “Oil, Kids!” The Sophomore Mark Twain’s sure had a good program on February 13. Even if the majority of the Sophomores are Whittier’s, the M. T.’s can still show them what’s what in Literary work. Miss Pfeifer (calling the roll)—“Kitchen?” Cecil Walborit—“ Downstairs.” Leslie Hawley to Florence Lenkerd—“Won t you he my Valentine?” He meant it!!! Foolish Questions. Veronica Malasky to Ruth Lewis—“Do you like peanuts, Ruth?” Miss Pfeffer “Edward, what are you doing? A Sophomore stood on the railroad track, A train was coming fast. The train got off the railroad track And let the Sophomore pass. Dan Lewis calls Alice Bisli “Revenge,” because she is so sweet. Did you see the diamond Miss Cook is wearing? I wonder who he is? Ruth Lewis—“What’s the lowest mark in this class ? ’ ’ Miss Steelev—“I don’t know; you’ll find out.” Ruth—“Yes, I suppose I will when I get my report card.” Rose A.—“There was a man in the hack of the room. He was a Freshman.” Helen II.—“He wasn’t a man then.” (ienevieve P. (in History class)—“The people were not allowed to hunt while the peasants were hatching.” (Meaning pheasants.) The Sophomore class entertained the Faculty ami the members of the School Board at a Valentine party given on February the fourteenth. A good time was enjoyed by all. Prospective Couples. Helen Howard........ Mamie Keller........ Florence Lenkerd Sara Hayes.......... Helen Coder......... (iladys Dunlap...... Kathryn Shivie...... Rose Anthony........ Florence Waggett Veronica Malasky... ....James Mark .Charles Aurand ..Lucius Badger ...Abner Harter ..Cecil W'alhorn ... Harry Young Harry Robertson ____Orrie Boring .....Delno Ellis ...Frank Klimas Inter class Relations. Daniel Lewis.................................Alice Bisli Allan Mark.................................. Helen Coder Fred Engel!..........................................Eva Ogden Mildred Turk............................Charles Slattery Ruby Xaugle (going up to a policeman)—“Could you see me across the street, officer?” Officer “Lady, 1 could see you half a mile.” Page Seventy-eight THE FLAMBEAU Our Class. Tin Clown......................................Frank Klimas The Dancer......................................Helen Coder The Lover.......................................James Mark The Actor............................ Cecil Walborn The Speaker................................Alice Bish The Poetess......................................Ruth Lewis The Owl..............................Albert Marshall I he Fiddlers Three................Morris Thunberg, Delno Fllis and Orrie Boring I he Debaters...Harlan Lucore ami Florence Waggett The Vamp.........................................Sara Hayes The Heart-smasher..............................Lucius Badger I he Sheik....................................Charles Aurand The Baby........................................Helen Howard The Actress......................................Rose Anthony The Old Maid.......................Florence Lenkerd The Midget.........................Catherine Walker The Basketball Players ............Ellen Pittslev and (Icnevieve Peterson The Eternal Triangle: Albert Marshall, Florence Waggett and Delno Ellis. Harlan Lucore spends much of his time in looking out the window at the seventh and eighth grade girls. Paul Barker’s mother—“Paul, I didn’t know your teacher whipped you last Friday.” Paul—“Well, I guess you’d have known it if you’d been in my trousers.’’ Miss Cook—“We are going to have a short review of the classes of animals, beginning with the lowest class. Albert Marshall?’’ The Sophomore Whittier’s gave a very good Literary program on March the twenty-seventh. Ruth Lewis. ’27. T :i ki Ml m m) aL Y -v .sK-vv -.-- , -'W- ■ r -- r f: n. ■ • r 'C xf � “ T Wf r wa 3 Ss®$B? y Ty ‘L m V - U I Km1 F'i Mm} WJv+MMtv1 cm0 C 5 : T II E FLAMBEAU Page Seventy-nine KKKSH.MAN CLASS rage Eighty THE FLAMBEAU FRESHMAN CLASS ROLL Class Flower BROWN-EYED DAISY Class Motto HONOR ABOVE ALL’ Class Officers Class Colors BROWN AND (SOLI) President Ruth Belton Vice President t Spigelmver ..Mae Deasv Treasurer Reporter J esse McKeon Class Roll Anderson, (Sladvs Evans, Albert London. Russel Reasinger Marv Allen. Twilight Fleming, Howard Lewis, Paul Reed, John Albeck, Tressa Pauls, Kenneth Lvdic. Alice Rhodes, Florence Bolam, Elizabeth Cent, Blaine Logan, Elizabeth Spigelmver, Herbei Bailey, Emery - -— (Irav, Theodore McKeon, Jesse SlialTer, Thomas Brown, Arlie Ciriflieth, Inez Mclieiirv, Edna Sliobert, Isabelle Belton, Rutli (iuendzilo, Frank Maleskv, Helen Spiere, Hcorge Carhaugh, Olive Harvey, Clifton Mariev, Arthur Stinere, Helen Cook, Margaret Heberling, Agnes Moshier, Hnrrv Sierzena, Steve Colley, Mercia Haley, Matthew Nelson, Mae Sturm, Martha Carlson, Evelyn Herrohl, Louise Nelson, Carl Stiteler, Weston Courson. Helen Jones, John Nelson, Christina Tavlor, Winifred Cams, Janies Jones, Florence Part ilia, Marv Tavlor, Kathrvn Christian, Amy Kline, Zola Powers, Cliarles Cher, Paul Dodd, Russell Killila, Jessie Pease, Joseph Vargo, Helen DeProbert, Sent a Kelly, Vivian Peterson, Alvin Watson. Herald Deasey, Mae Kolasli, Mary Pierce, Eleanor Walters, Claude Dinger, (Iraee Lilac, Jay Ross, Ethel Wagtasgeh, Henrv El inski, Mary Lutman, Ruth Roseavish, Marv Wank, Charles El linger, Annond Lenek, John Robertson, Anna Zukoski, John THE FLAMBEAU Page Eighl -one FRESHMAN TIh Freshman class held a meeting in tlie study hall November 19, 1924, for the purpose of electing officers. The following officers were chosen: President...........................Ruth Betton Vice President.........Herbert Spigelmyer Secretary....................Mae I )easy Treasurer.... •..........Charles Powers Reporter...................Jesse McKeon January 20, 1925, the President called a meeting for the purpose of selecting our Class Colors, Motto and Flower. The following were selected: Colors—Brown ami Cold. Flower— Brown-eyed Daisy. Motto—“Honor Above All” (Honor Super Omnia). On January 20, 1925, we decided to have a sleighing party to Reynoldsville. On the following Tuesday a crowd of lively Freshmen gathered at Timlin’s store, and from there journeyed to Reynoldsville. Everybody had a good, cheerful time in spite of the intense cold. Herbert Spigelmver—“Daddy, why do you wear a hat so much?” Mr. Spigelmyer—“Because I’m bald.” Herbert—“Why are you bald?” Mr. Spigelmyer—“Because I wear my hat so much.” Bright Freshman—“They don’t hang a man with a wooden leg in Mexico.” Sapid Sophomore—“Why not?” B. Frosli—“They always hang him with a rope.” Aunt—“Were you a good little girl in church this morning!’ Jessie Killila—“Oh, yes, auntie, a man offered me a plate full of money and 1 said, Xo thank you’.” NOTES Miss Cook—“Who invented the sewing machine!” Herald Watson—“Mr. Singer.” Dr. Pollum—“I 11 examine your for $5.00”. Tom Shaffer—“All right. Doc, and if you find anything the matter, we’ll split fifty-fifty.” Mrs. Attinger—“You seem to he a bright little boy, diaries. I suppose you have a verv good place in your class.” Chuck Wank—“Oh yes. I sit beside the girls.” John Reed—“I just bought a new suit with two pair of trousers.” John Johns—“How do you like them?” John Reed—“Fine! Only it’s too warm wearing both pair.” Miss Cook—“Why is a giraffe’s neck so long?” Russel London—“Because its head is so far from its body.” Joe Pease to Miss Steeley—“Where will I ever find a place to use all this Latin?” Miss Steeley—“1 would not have a very hard time (sliding a place for all you know.” Blaine (lent—“Do you always think of me?” Ruth Belton—“Not always. But when 1 think of anything, I think of you.” Bob Divins- On Washington’s birthday after hearing a recitation on Washington, ran home and said, “Papa, do you know (leorge W. is dead!” Mr. Divins (laughing)—“Yes, I heard so.” Boli—“1 wouldn’t laugh. 1 think it is sad.” Page Eighlyltvo THE FLAMBEAU Mae Deasy says she finds it embarrassing to pare potatoes, the potatoes make eyes at her. Freshman Movie Stars. Mary Elinsky.. Blaine Gent.... Jesse McKeon.. Ted drav Mary Pickford Rudolph Valentino Emery Bailey.. Mae 1 )easev. .. . Ruth Belton. . . . Bus London.... Inez driffeth... Mary Kolas'll...................................Priscilla Dean Albert Evans...................................Andy (lump ('buck Wank........... ...................Chester (lump Weston Stiteler.......................................Hon Turpin .James Cams...................................Bill Hart Herbert Spigelrayer...........................Buck Jones Herald Watson........................Buster Keaton Carl Nelson................................ Harold Lloyd Robert Divins......................................Walter Hicrs Florence Jones ) Alvin Peterson ............................... Our dang Jessie Killila ) —Jesse McKeon, ’28. FRESHMAN JOKES Edna McHenry- “Gee whiz! The snow must ha e been a half foot deep when I got up this morning.” Emery Bailey—“Oh, that's nothing, I can remember when the snow got so deep we had to jack the cows up to milk ’em.” Flossy Jones—“Why does a brown cow give white milk that makes yellow butter? Mary Kolasli—“Same reason that green blackberries are red.” Miss Bond—“Herbert, spell ‘ferment.' ” Herbert—“F-e-r-m e-n-t.” Miss Bond—“What does it mean?” Herbert—“To work.” Miss Bond—“Now use it in a sentence.” Herbert—“T’d rather play than ferment.” Ruth Belton (after using her compact)—“How do I look?” Teddy (I.—“Sweet enough to kiss.” Ruth—“Aw, go on.” buck Wank—“Say, yesterday mv girl and I went out in an orchard and sat down in the shade of an apple tree and spooned. The tree began to sigh, and sigh, and sigh.” Blaine dent—“What did the tree sigh about ?” Chuck Wank—“Well, you’d have sighed too if you were as full of green apples as that tree was.” Professor At linger (to Jay Lilac entering class late) —“When were you born?” Jay Lilac—“On the second of April.” Prof. Attinger—“Late again.” THE FLAMBEAU Page Eight]f-three Inez to I4'lossy—“We’d better not play hookey from school anv more. Mike savs lie’s putting in an electric switch.” Robert Divins (to bis mother)—‘‘Mother, that dentist you sent me to that was advertised as painless, wasn’t.” Mrs. Divins—“He wasn’t?” Robert “No. I bit bis finger and he yelled like any other dentist.” Pet Belton “Something is preying on Tod’s mind.” Edna McHenry—“Don’t vxrrv; it will die of starvation.” Paul Lewis “Were you hurt while on the eleven?” Albert Evans—‘‘No; while the eleven was on me.” Kenneth Fanis—”You certainly eat well.” Pete Watson—“I ought to. I’ve practiced all my life.” Mae Deasey—“Emery, I smell cider on your breath.” Emery Bailey—“Nothing of the kind; my collar is too tight and it squeeze. my Adam’s apple.” Ruth Lutman—“Just think; three thousand seals were used to make fur coats last year.” Margaret Cook—“Isn't it wonderful what they can train animals to do.” —Edna McHenry, ’28. n ’c F.'ffhtM-fnur THE FLAMBEAU SANDY IIK.II ORCHESTRA Vvf f jjC AI mm smith: THE FLAMBEAU Rage Eight]f-fiv« ORCHESTRA NOTES The Sandy High School Orchestra was formed with the help of Miss Cook, in the early days of February. My how the students did sing when the orchestra made its first appearance in Chapel! Since then they have played every morning fi r our opening exercises and also for tin Literary programs. They have played for both sessions of Institute, for an entertainment at the Wilson tirade School, and for the Flambeau Flay. The Orchestra and the Girls' Basket Ball team together gave a Minstrel on April 8. It was a success in every way. Looking for fun! Come to Orchestra practice some night. You will see Dowler Kills using his jaws as a Metronome. while the “Fiddlers Three” run a race in all the snappy pieces. Sperie and Evans together make “Chuck’s” saxophone sound very weak, but about this time Miss Cook cuts in, “Say fellows, don’t play so loud; you can’t hear Charles” (Professor Clmtfield, who never, never, never makes a mistake). Paul Lewis—“Gee whiz, what’s that high note?” Delna Kllis—“Z sharp.” There is certainly a composer in our orchestra. Orrie Boring composed “The Fall of Rome,” but he can’t play it. Would you like to be introduced to this orchestra? Very well. Charles Clmtfield Albert Evans George Sperie Dowler Kllis Delna Kllis Morris Thunberg Paul Lewis Orrie Boring. . Helen Howard When a little mistake you chance to make. And you think your heart would break, Keep on playing and fill all the room, ’Cause no one knows we’re out o’ tune. Can you Imagine!— Dowler with his hair combed! Morris with his tie on straight? Delna not chewing gum? Orrie and Paul laughing? Sperie not forgetting his horn? And Chuck on time! —1 can’t. Of all the instruments there are. Which one do you like best! Well, pick it out and practice it. Then come and join the rest. —Helen Howard. Page Eighty-six THE FLAMBEAU TOREADORS” C AST THE FLAMBEAU Page Eighty-seven “THE TOREADORS” On Tuesday evening, January 20, the pupils of Sandy High presented “The Toreadors,” a Spanish operetta in two acts. This operetta was a fine success, due to the efforts of the fine and well selected cast. Our new dramatic coach, Ruth I. Bond, deserves much credit. Miss Bond shows much talent along this line. Sandy High is very proud of her efforts in directing plays. The costuming was directed by Miss Marjory Heck. Thanks to Miss Heck. Cast of Characters. Senor Dictorio.................................. Benita _ . Ills twin daughters....................... Juanita ) Juan I Sons of neighboring farmers. Pablo ) Admirers of Benita and Juanita.......... Senor Swateo I,, ™ ... . Beggars masquerading as toreadors Senor ackeo J 1)� 1ok I Eriends of Benita and Juanita......... Maria .....Allan Mark ( Rachel Mark ( Nora Bailey Daniel Lewis Smiley (iriesemer ( Julian Hayes ( James Mark | Annette Dessey j Edith Miller Girls’ Lileth Best Bessie (iriffieth (1race Chorus. Florence Waggett Olive Stiteler Fairman Boys’ Cecil V a I horn Vernon Dixon August Miller Chorus. Leslie Hawley Frederick Kngell Jack Harter Dancing Girls. Eliza Kemp Sara Hayes Helen Coder Business Manager................................................Frederick Engel! Page Eighty-eight THE FLAMBEAU “EXCUSE ME CAST THE FLAMBEAU Page Eight f-ninc JUNIOR PLAY, “EXCUSE ME” The Junior play, “Excuse Me,” was presented Friday night, May 9, 1924, in the Sandy High Auditorium. It was a huge success from beginning to end. The leading parts were carried by Nora Bailey and Jack Harter. The success of this play was due to the efforts of Miss Merab (iainble, the head of our Language Department. The business end of this play was handled by Frederick Engell. The cast so well chosen was as follows: Robert Stetson........ John Harding.......... Aloysius Dalrymple.... Pickerton Bean........ Blaine Stetson Harding Xarcissa O’Kee........ Martha Winthrope...... Alice Lindsey......... Doro Atherton......... Katie................. .....lack Harter .Charles Slattery ......Dan Lewis Frederick Engell .....Nora Bailey .....Eliza Kemp . . .Cathrine Ellis Dorothy Roberts ....Mary Minns .Margaret Smith Page Ninety THE FLAMBEAU MIL BOB” CAST THE FLAMBEAU Page Ninety-one FLAMBEAU PLAY, “MR. BOB” The Senior class presented “Mr. Hob in tlie Ili li School Auditorium. March 19. This play went off with a bang! With Charles Slat tery carrying the leading part, it surely was a success. Nora Bailey played opposite him. Eliza Kemp showed tine ability in carrying out iier part. We can always depend on Avis Hetrick when it comes to taking an old maid’s part, for she showed her audience some real skill. Daniel Lewis is his best when in a mix up, and lie deserves much credit. Julian Hayes and Margaret Smith are an excellent pair in acting the parts of Romeo and Juliet. The cast: Philip Royson, medical student....-..............Charles Slattery Robert Brown, a lawyer’s clerk......................Daniel Lewis Jenkins, the butler.................................Julian Hayes Rebecca Luke, a maiden lady.........................Avis Hetrick Katherine Rogers, Miss Luke’s niece.................Kliza Kemp Marion Bryant, Katherine’s friend...................Nora Bailey Patty, house-maid..................-............Margaret Smith The much and well-deserved credit we give to our Dramatic Coach, Ruth I. Bond, for the great success of this play. Business Manager, Fred Engell; Stage Managers, Neil Walters and Andrew Talaskey. Page Ninety-two THE FLAMBEAU HURRY! HURRY! HURRY! CAST THE FLAMBEAU Page Ninety-three “HURRY, HURRY, HURRY” The Seniors presented their last play in Sandy High in a very lit ting manner. This play was one that rushed through with a snap ami hang. The east, whicli was so well directed by Miss Bond, gave the audience a taste of real entertainment. The following members of the east bid adieu and regret the fact that they cannot partake in plays given at Sandy High in the future: .Jack Crandall, cowboy author....................... Charles Slattery Mr. Hooker, business man................................Daniel Lewis Stephen Hooker, a college man...........................Julian Hayes Ted Stone, a football hero...........................Anthony Talasky Aloysius Bartholomew, college professor..................Fred Engel 1 Floy Hooker, vivacious debutante.........................Xora Bailey Letitia Brown, languishing dilettante.......................Margaret Smith Mrs. Hooker, modern mother.............................. Mary Minns Rita, house-maid........................................Mary (iiidinas Our place next vear and the following years will be tilled with pupils capable of fine entertainment. We hope that they will outshine us, thus making the dramatic work of Sandy High an outstanding feature. To the parents and friends we give at our plays. thanks for their fine attendance —Xora Bailey, ’25 Page Ninct -four THE FLAMBEAU M. M. R. CLUB THE FLAMBEAU Page Ninety-five M. M. R. CLUB NOTES Flower. For-tlet-Me-Xot Colors. Steel (Irav anil ( M Rose Motto. “ When in Rome Do as the Romans Do Members. Called. President Florence Xaugle........“Flossie” Vice President Catherine Ellis......“Cliaddie Secretary Margaret Smith.............“Peg” Treasurer Mary (ludinas ... .“Xieodennis” Xora Bailey..........“Nudge” Frma Connor............“Krmio” Mahle Rankin...........“Husky” Avis Hetrick............“Judy” Stella Rhodes......“S. A. R.” May me Minns...........“Maine” Etha (juilier...........“Cece” Eliza Kemp..............“Lize” Mary Minns.............“Tubby” Dorothy Roberts........“Dixon” Olive Stiteler......“Stiteler” Catherine Salada. .“ Aunt Kate” Our club has been in full bloom this year. We have had many meetings which were well worth remembering. One was held in the form of a bunking party at the home of Avis Hetrick. Everyone enjoyed herself immensely by playing games and pulling taffy, but the climax of the enjoyment came when we retired, finding in our beds salt, tacks, pins, pans, bottles, brushes and what not. Another was held at tin home of Olive Stiteler. e had a wonderful time. A delightful luncheon was served, after which all left tor their homes. At least that is where we were told to go. It would take pages and pages to relate the wonderful times we have had, but we just haven't the time and space. So we must be contented to have them and say nothing. We hope the future Seniors will have a club similar to ours, and have as many good times as we did. But they couldn t beat us it they tried—so here’s to the M. M. R. Dear Friends, we now are leaving dear old Sandy High, In later years we will sit dreaming of the days gone by. —Catherine Ellis, ’25. —Florence Xaugle, ’25. I age Ninety-six THE FLAMBEAU I). L. I). CH'H I). L. I). CLUB, ’26 One two three, who are we? We are, we are, we an the I). L. D.’s of S. H. S. I). L. D.’s! Yes! Yes! Yes! President...................................Melva I-oacli sident Margaret Atwell Bessie (Iriffith .Mable Long Isabelle Divins There are ten Junior girls in this club, and they always have good times. Their motto is pleasure and they live up to it. On January 10th a I). L. I), bunking party was held at tin home of Isabelle Diving. The girls spent a lively evening, which extended into the wee hours of the morning. Many jokes were played upon the girls. On February 10th a kid party was given by Melva Leach. Bessie (iriffith sang several solos which entertained the girls for a time. During the latter part of tin evening, Mable Long, while turning a cart-wheel, sprained her ankle and had to he taken home. The rest of the club spent a very enjoyable evening. A candy sale was held in the hall on the second floor of the High School building on March 8th. It was a great success. An ice cream sale was given on March 25th and we were the winners in this venture also. We were sorry to lose our Vice President, Bernice Askev, and another member, (iladys Lyons On March 2(ith. we elected Margaret Atwell to (ill the office of Vice President. Saturday. April 4th, we hiked to Sykesville and visited several of our friends. April 7th. Edna Lindsay entertained us at her home. Kdna provided many games which amused us very much. Some pranks were played upon the girls but they took it all in fun. They spent a delightful evening and all departed for their homes saying they had had a splendid time. —Isabelle Divins. '2( . Pace Ninety-eight THE FLAMBF.AU V f BASKET BALL Samlv began the season with i)iit two players having varsity experience, hut we developed several players of much skill to complete the team. The boys played excellent basketball throughout the season and were going full blast for the cup until the loss of the Falls Creek game. Sandy had a team that would stick to the finish even if the odds were against them; this was proven in the Big Run game. The team out-scored their opponents by 34 points. Fach player shared in the winning of seven games and in the losing of seven games. Sandy 20, Beechwoods 12. The team opened the league season with a victory over Beechwoods High School, on the V. M. C. A. Iloor. The game was nip and tuck for three quarters when the score stood 12-12. In the fourth quarter Sandy ran up eight points while they held Beechwoods scoreless. Sandy 16, Union Vocational 27. On the following Friday, December 12, we journeyed to Corsica and were handed a defeat at the hands of the Union Vocational five by a score of 27-16. The game was hard fought from beginning to end. Both sides played excellent basketball with Union having the edge on account of the home floor. Sandy 11, Clarion 21. The Black aiid Bold met the Clarion li. S. team on •January 2, at Clarion. (Marion has a team composed of large and fast players, who proved superior to us before the game was over. Sandy lacked the services of Harter and Uittsley, who always add to our playing, offensively and defensively. Clarion was in the lead the entire game and at the end of the first quarter they had a comfortable lead, the score being 11-2. From then on Sandy played as well if not better than the Clarion five, holding them the flambeau Page Nineiyyninc to 10 points and gathering 9 themselves in the last three quarters, but the lead Clarion had obtained could not be overcome. Sandy 14, Falls Creek 18. Sandy met Falls Creek on the Y. M. C. A. floor January 9. Both teams were evenly matched and in good condition for a battle. The opponents showed excellent pass work and as our defense was ragged Falls Creek won the game. Sandy 11, Big Run 9. Sandy went to Big Bun to bring back a victory and we accomplished it. The game was fast and the score close, due to the good guarding of both teams. Each player did his bit, making the team-work too strong for their defense. Sandy 21, Sykesville 12. Sandy proved victorious in a hotly contested game with Sykesville on the Y. M. C. A. floor on January 23. Sandy outplayed Sykesville in all respects. Sandy 18, Brockwayville 20. S. II. S. met defeat at the hands of the Brockway five by a close score. Sandy scored eight points before the Brockway five scored from the field. The game was lost in the last ten seconds of play when a Brockwav star tossed in a lucky field goal. Sandy 24, Beechwoods 18. Sandy defeated Beechwoods for the second time. The game was fast from beginning to end. Much fouling was done by both sides and one guard and both centers were ejected from the game. But the substitutes played well and Sandy rode over their opponents roughshod. Sand 24, Union 21. Sandy defeated Union Vocational School in a fast game on the Central “Y” floor, February 13. Sandy clearly outplayed the Union five, scoring nine fields to seven for Union. At this time in the league race, Union was heading straight for the cup, but this game put her out of the running. Sandy 30, Clarion 11. Sandy completely outplayed and outscored Clarion on February 20 on the Central “Y” floor. Sandy scored twelve field goals to three for Clarion. Sandy 20, Falls Creek 26. Sandy met Falls Creek on the Falls Creek floor. The beginning of the game looked very much as though Sandy would be victorious. As the game progressed Falls Creek broke through our defense, winning the victory. Sandy 22, Big Run 23. Big Bun came to Sandy to get revenge for our victory over them on their home floor. Sandy played a good defense but Big Bun had a strong offensive trio and victory went their way. Earlier in the season we had wrecked Big Bun's hope of copping the cup and now Falls Creek and Big Bun wrecked our hopes. Sandy 12, Sykesville 20. S. II. S. lost to Sykesville on tin Sykes floor March 13. Sandy had the lead for a few moments but Sykes soon took it away and held it. Sandy played one of the best games of the season but the Sykesville floor was a great handicap and Sykes won the game. Sandy 30, Brockwayville 8. Brockwayville proved no match for the Sandy five and Sandy won the game with little effort. Page One Hundred THE FLAMBEAU Sandy outscored their opponents by 27 points, hav- of their opponents was 17.6 points per game, ing an average of 19.5 points per game while the average Field Foul Player. Position. Goals. Goals. Points. Slattery, ( apt. .Forward .... ... 52 36 140 Pease . Forward ..., , ... 1(� 13 45 Harter .Center ... 28 10 66 Haves .Guard •) 1 5 Pittslev .Guard 2 2 (i Miller .Center Q 1 7 Sperie . Forward .... 1 2 4 Total ... 104 65 273 We will lose only two letter men by graduation this year. Slattery and Haves, both stellar men, one on tin defensive and the other offensive. We shall have available nex year such men as Harter, Pease, Pittslev, Sperie, Miller. Griesemer, Marks, and many other excellent stars. We expect great things of next year’s varsity. —Julian Mayes. ’25. THE FLAMBEAU Page One Hundred One BOVS’ BASKETBALL TEAM Page One Hundred Txvo THE FLAMBEAU GIRLS’ BASKETBALL TEAM NOTES A—Agility T—Thrift H—H ealth L—Length E—Erect T—Training E— Efficiency More attention is being paid to the physical side of education. That is a fact in most schools. It is a statement in the minds of the people of Sandy. Due to the lack of a gymnasium few gil ls of S. II. S. profit by physical training. But greater interest is being taken in girls’ athletics year after year. This year the Sandy girls made a creditable showing, winning six of the eleven games played. Considering the lack of a gymnasium, we think that is is a very good record, as most High Schools have up-to-date “gyms”. —Ellen Pittslev, ’27. ATHLETICS That which aids in making a person Healthy, Wealthy and Wise. THE FLAMBEAU Page One Hundred Three GIRLS' BASKET BALL TEAM Page One Hundred Four THE FLAMBEAU Bert Hetrick, 1!), is the proud father of a baby hov. horn December 2(J, 1924. Arthur Hand, 24, and Ruth Wilson, 23, were united in marriage January 13, at Brookviile. Katherine Pifer. ’24. is attending drove City College, drove (itv. Pa. Merle Kessler. ’23, is located in Pittsburgh. Marie Divine, ’24. is acting as substitute teacher in the Sandy schools. Adeline Lindahl, ’24, is clerking at drieseiner’s Picture Framing Shop. Sarah Johnson, 20. is teaching the primary grades at Oklahoma. Lena Cramer, 20, and Arthur Thomas were united in marriage by Rev. W. O. Calhoun. Florence Erickson, 23. is located at Pittsburgh. Wilda Kiel is clerking for Steele and Company, at firiton. Claude Cramer, ’23, is the proud father of a baby girl. Crystal Dodd, ’23, is teaching at Clear Run. Blair Hetrick, 22, is employed by Conway and Reed, Contractors. Arthur Hand, 24, is attending the DuBois Business College. Charlotte Peterson, 24, is employed by the Western Union at Pittsburgh. Alice Dodd, ’22, is teaching in the Wilson building. Martin Boyer, ’24, is employed at E. Dyni’s garage. Hazel Duller, ’24. is teaching at West Liberty. Harry Kaplan, ’23, is located in Baltimore, Md. Mildred McCausland, ’20, is attending Clarion State Normal School. Karl (R. K. P.) Postlewaite is employed at the Park Avenue (iarage. Emily McCausland, ’23, is attending Clarion State Normal School. Alta Naugle, 24, is employed at the home of Rae Vashinder. Jake Jones, ’24, is attending C laricn State Normal School. Howard Divins, 24. is employed at the silk mill. Alice McDonald, ’24, is clerking in Kantar’s Dry (ioods Store. Chester Dodd, 20, is located in West Virginia. Vera Waggett, ’23, and Herman Schalk were united in marriage at Clearfield. (irace Lenkerd, ’22, and Frank Lyons were united in marriage March 31, 1923. Mrs. Merle Williams, 19, formerly Electa Nupp, is the proud mother of a baby girl. The arrival will be known as Avenelle Lucille. Mrs. William Denton, 19. formerly Fay Divins. is the proud mother of a baby boy. The arrival will be known as William Delbcr'. —M. R., 25. THE FLAMBEAU Page One Hundred Five “Oil, mother, I'm so tired! We worked very hard today. What! All this mail for me? Ah, here is the “ ‘BLUE AND WHITE,’ Newport, Pa. Your Editorials are very good. More poetry would improve your magazine. Call again. “ ‘THE ORANGE AND BLACK,’ Hanover, Pa. A new Exchange friend. We are anxious to finish reading the continued story, ‘Chop Suey.’ It is very good. “ ‘THE LAW, Lewistown. Pa. We were very glad to receive your hook. Your Literary Department is good. We hope to continue our Exchange with you. “ ‘THE REVIEW,' Washington, I). C. Your Poet’s Page is good. Your Exchange Notes are written very well. “ ‘THE PATERSON IA N, ’ Mt. Joy. Pa. A new Exchange. Your Literary Department is very good. Odds and Ends are clever and well written. “ ‘THE REVIEW,’ Washington, D. C. We received your second edition. Your Literary Department is very good. As a whole it i one of the best Exchanges we have received. “ ‘THE YORK,’ York, Pa. Let’s have a few more .okes, otherwise your paper is very good. “ ‘THE BLUE AND WHITE,’ South Williamsport, Pa. Your Cartoons are clever. Jokes are very good. We hope to hear from you again. “ ‘THE CLARIONETTE,’ Clarion. Pa. Your paper is very good. We have also received your second edition. It was very newsy. Call again. “ ‘THE MIRROR. Punxsutawney, Pa. Your Literary Department is excellent. Jokes are very entertaining. Your ‘Easter Number’ also is very good. Chuck and Chuckles are clever. “There was so much enjoyment in these hooks, my exhaustion has left me completely. “We hope to hear from vou again.’’ SANDY EXCHANGE. —M. M., ’25. Page One Hundred Six THE FLAMBEAU Twas not an act of chivalry, Xor yet the fear of scorn; He offered her his street-car seat To keep her off his corn. Xora B.—“So you think you know as much as At-tinger, Chuck! How’s that?” Chuck S. -“Well, he told me it was quite impossible to teach me anything.” Sylvia II. “John, 1 said you could kiss me only once. ’ ’ John C.—B-b-but, d-d-dearie, y-v-you know how 1 s-s-st-tutter.” Barber— 4 Will you have a hair cut? Husky M.—“(Josh, no; cut them all.” Salesman—“Now, 1 'll throw in the clutch.” Stony T.—“Hood, I knew you would throw in something if 1 waited long enough.” He Has Such Trials? Hostess—“Haven’t you brought your wife?” Attinger—“Dear, dear, how careless of me, and I tied a knot in my handkerchief, too.” One and one make two, hut two and one make trouble. Dan L.—“I’ve lost a lot of weight since I started to school.” Neil W.—“I don’t see it.” Dan—“How could you, I’ve lost it.” _ THE FLAMBEAU Page One Hundred Seven Homer-—“Mayme, dear, what is on your face? Mayme- “I won’t tell.” Homer— '4 Why?” Mayme—“ ’Cause.” Homer—44 ’C ause why ?” M a vine— 4 No! Cosmetics. ’ ’ Rastus—44 Ah wants a divorce. Dat woman jes’ talk, talk, talk, night and day. Ah cain’t get no rest and dat woman am drivin’ me crazy.” Judge—44What does she talk about?” Kastus—“She doan say.” Miss P.—“(Jerald, you had boy. I wish 1 were your your mother for about one day.” (Jerald W.—44Alright. Miss PfefFer, I’ll speak to Dad about it; maybe he can arrange it.” Mr. (iriesemer “Why, Smiley! You stand at the foot of your class.” Smiley—“That doesn’t matter. Dad, they teach the same at both ends.” Judge—“Do you wish to marry again if you are divorced?” Liza—“No sah; ah should say not. Ah wants to be withdrawn from circulation.” Chuck S. (reading poetry, did not drop his voice at period). Miss Bond—“Charles, you didn’t drop your voice at the period. Chuck—“No, ’cause I’d have to pick it up again.” Rachel M.—“What a pity all beautiful girls are conceited.” Doll B.—“Not always, Bach; I’m not.” Jack II.—“Mary pulled something over on me last night that made me howl.” Dod M.—“No! What was it?” Jack—“My ear.” Judy II.—“My car is stalled. Have you a spare plug?” Joe P.—“I don’t chew, but 1 can give you an old cigar.” Mr. Attinger—“Why does the blood rush to your head when standing on your head, and it doesn’t when standing on your feet?” Mary M.—“I don't know. Why?” Mr. Attinger—“Because there aren’t any empty spaces in your feet and there are in your head.” Wee little Liza and wee little Willie Are a little girl and boy, as you see; Now wee little Willie has a car (never without a flat tire), And Liza sure is handy when pumping up a tire. Avis (affectionately hugging Mayme and Mary)— “See how I love you.” Mayme—“NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?” (But Avis still survives.) Husband—“Do you know anything about my wife’s whereabouts?” Maid—“Yes, 1 put them in the wash.” Eliza—“I’d never run after a boy!” (But just the same she ran with one down to Sykes, Friday 13.) Monday following the game with Big Run, Chuck and Judy reported with black eyes. They said they got ’em in the game. Page One Hundred Eight 11,F- flambeau Miss P. (Geometry class)—“What is a polygon?’ Eddie S.—“A dead parrot.” Km. B.—“What do you think of the fellow who took your girl ?” Ted (i.—“I make it a rule never to express an unfavorable opinion of anyone.” Peculiar States. The Cleanest State................................Wash. The Most Egotistical State..........................Me. The Sickliest State................................111. The Most Maidenly State.......................... Miss. The Most Medical State..............................Md. The Most Paternal State.............................Pa. The Mining State................................ .Ore. The Bunco State...................................Conn. The Deep in Debt State..............................(). The Coy State...................................... La. The Oldest State...................................Ark. Familiar Sights at Sandy High: Olive and Dear Teacher conversing. Miss Bond and ? ? ! strolling up the hill. Russel L. and Mary Kolash playing Mutt and Jeff. Kate and Josie in mischief. Cecil Wallnirn and Florence Waggett enacting the role of Romeo and Juliet. Vernon—“Tell me the old, old story, Dot.” Dot—“ ‘The fools are not all dead,' they say. And there are ways of proving it. Folks viewing you and me today Know we’re alive and feeling (it.” Nora and Bud were out driving and were near Stella Rhodes’ home. Nora—“D’y know Stella Rhodes—” Bob—“Yes, this is a h— of a road.” Isabelle S.—“Jimmy, do you like nuts? Jimmy M.—“Are you proposing to met” When playing the game of love, hearts always lead to diamonds! Judy—“I’m tired.” JimP.—“Why?” Judy— It's April. Jim P.—“What’s that got to do with it?” Judy—“Well, who wouldn’t be after a March of 31 days.” Ho, Ho, Hum and a drink of beer. If I had one I wouldn’t be here. —A. C. H., ’25. 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