Schuster School - Proscenium Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 94 of the 1915 volume:

THE PROSCENIUM A YEAR BOOK OF THE SCHUSTER SCHOOL PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS Page three Page four HELEN SCHUSTER-MARTIN Directress DEDICATION To Helen Schuster-Martin, whose unselfish interest ancl 8H has made the publication of THE PROSCE- NIUM possible, the Class of Nineteen Huncired Fifteen hereby dedicates the fust Annual in the history of the school. ' Page five MR. W; W. MARTIN Manager Page six FOREWORD N presenting the Erst number of uThe Proscenium to the public, we have conscientiously endeavored to estab- lish a certain standard of literary Worth. We are aware that the tenor of dignity which we have tried to sustain throughout the book is not always customary in school annuals, but we hope that those who are interested in the school Will Find the reading matter interesting and worth while. Material has come in from all departments of the school, but, owing to the necessity of considering that the book's the thing, just as in our performances we had to swallow our personal pride in the realization that uThe play's the thing, the editors have been forced to select only that material best suited to the production of a consistent whole. In the depiction of the school life, personal traits, both of students and members of the faculty, have been the subject of jest. We have tried to refrain from anything that might hurt personal feelings, and we hope that no one will find any remark so cutting that it can not be taken as a joke, the only spirit in which personalities have entered into our consideration. With a last hope that The Proscenium will be an annual pub- lication of the school, and a final prayer for its success, not only this year, but in all the years to come, we go to press With no little feeling of joy in the fact that we have actually accomplished in word and form a longefelt desire of the school, glad that our task is finished and our dream fulfilled. Page seven THE FACULTV FRANCES RIEHLE Verbal and Vocal Expression Voice Training MARY HlLDRETH-CROFTON History, Preparatory English Children's Classes BOYD AGIN Dramatic Training. Life Study Pantomime. Rehearsals Make-Up EDITH HUNT-JONAS Essentials of Reading for Public School Teachers, Children's Classes IRENE GRIFFIN Piano, Expression, Children's Classes Evening Classes Page nine EDNA GRACE. RAMSEY HAZEL CLAYTON SLOYER Fancy Dancmg Fancy Dancing. Expression A : f MISS MARY GRACE HULSMAN En gliah. Literature, French I : ! ' . - 5 : MISS MELROSE. PITMAN Art CLOTHILDE ROSE. HEIMANN Directress Kentucky School WM KAPPELHOFF of Expression Piano. Violin Page ten MARGARET DOUCHERTY Vocal Music J. ALFRED SCHEHL MRS; ELIZABETH PARKER Piano, Violin. Theory Vocal Music Page eleven Page lwelve SENIORS MISS NOLIA MAUD CATLIFF, Williamsburg, Ky. Miss Gatliff took her degree of Bachelor of Science at Cumberland College, Williamsburg, and studied for a year at Bernau University, Granville, Ga.,before entering Schuster School. She was Junior Class Treasurer, 1913-14, and President of the Senior Class, 1915. She is a ta1ented reader and story-teller, and intends to make reading and teaching her profession. She has been a willing and faithful worker for the class, a good fellow to everyone, an en- thusiastic classmate, and a splendid friend to us all. Success to you, Nolia! MISS EDNA MARY ROHAN, Cincinnati, Ohio. Miss Rohan was educated before coming to Schuster School at the Notre Dame Convent, where she was graduated in 1912. Her keen business sense won her the position of Secre- tary of the Senior Class and Business Manager of the Annual. She is also our best stump speaker, taking the prize each lesson in Extem- poraneous Speech. She is reticent about her ambitions, but whether on the stage, platform. or in the classroom, she is sure to be successful. Page thirteen MISS OLGA REINSTATLER, Westwood, Cincinnati, Ohio. Miss Reinstatler is the c1ass society girl. Ali though she scored a great hit when she played Eliza in uEliza Comes to Stay, we see her in the prophetic crystal as the brilliant Alpha. in society's constellation rather than gracing the galaxy of the stage. 1 MISS FAITH VIRGINIA TRACY, Pittsburg, Pa. Miss Tracy joined our class in the fall of 1914. She received her Junior CertiEcate in 1913, and during the year 1913-14 was identi' fied with the Class of 1914. The privilege of being a Senior twice is on1y equaled by the honor of graduating with the Class of 1915. Faith has been a valuable addition to the class, has held the ofEce of Treasurer with integrity, and has been a sincere and conscientious stu- dent. Miss Tracy has ambitions which we hope will be fulfilled. Here's to your dramatic career, Faith; Page fourteen t MISS IRENE LUCILE SPENCER. America, Okla. Before coming to the Schuster School, Miss Spencer went to high school in Foreman, Ark, and'studied piano for a year at the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music. Last year she joined us, at the same time keeping up her music at the Conservatory. Irene has earned every- thing she has received, for she has been a hard Worker from the start. She leaves school with the sincere wishes of all the members of her class for the success she deserves. MISS EDNA GRACE. RAMSEY, Cincinnati, Ohio. Miss Ramsey has been a Schuster girl ever since she was nine years old, and has been a member of the faculty for five years as a teach- er of fancy dancing. She was graduated from the St. Ursula Convent in 1912, after which she entered the Junior Class for the full course of study at Schuster School. During 1913-14 she was Secretary for the class. Whether Miss Ramsey will continue to teech dancing, or take up the art as a profession; We cannot say. It would not surprise us to see her name blazing before a theatre some day, for her work in dramatics has been greatly to her credit. What- ever she does in the future the whole class is united in wishing her best luck. Page Hfteen Page sixteen MISS PAULINE GERTRUDE MAC LEAN, West Alexandria, Ohio. . Miss MacLean was graduated from the West Alexandria High School in June, I913, and the following fall entered the Schuster School. She was Vice-President of the class during her Junior year and played the lead in uLady Bountiful, the Junior Class Play. Pauline has added music, both vocal and piano, to the regular work, and is perhaps the most accom- plished member of the class. She sings, reads, plays the piano and acts with a sincerity which promises great things for her future. MISS GERTRUDE EVERTS BRICE, Lima, Ohio. Miss Brice is the daughter of Jonathan Kearsley Brice, and niece of the late Senator Calvin S. Brice. Miss Brice was graduated from the high school in Lima in 191 I . During the following year she lived in New York, studying kindergarten work at Pratt Institute, Brooklyn. Feeling that she was not fitted for the work, she did not return to fmish her course there, but devoted her time to the study of e10w cution and dramatic literature. In 1913 she entered The Schuster School to prepare for the stage. She has made a particular study of the dramatic work, appearing with marked success in many of the plays, and her literary ability won her the editorship of the first Schuster Annual. CLASS OF 1916 CCCCCCCCCC Page eighteen THE JUNIORS OF F ICERS Marie Daugherty . . . President Gertrude Cash . . . . Treasurer Laura Hoffman . . . Secretary Class Flower . . Violet Class Colors, Blue and Cold MEMBERS OF THE jUNIOR CLASS Marie Daugherty Gertrude Cash Laura Hoffman Dorothy McCord Elizabeth Ebersole Elizabeth Langmeier Mary Harrington Madelaine Mitchell Anna Purcell Esther McHenry Crystal Levy Lucile Livingston John S. Alexander May Hardy-Burke Loraine IngersolldSchultz May Koch Louise Benninger THE SMILING NINE Page nineteen THE LITTLE THEATRE Ever since Ibsen revolutionized the drama, taking us as he does into a room, one wall of which - the one toward the audience- is missing, there has been a growing feeling that very large theatres are not well aciapted to this newer kind of play. Since that time, in European countries as well as in America, a movement has been set afoot to decrease the size of playhouses. This tendency has resulted today in what is called the Little Theatre Movement. The object of the little theatre is to bring intimate drama into a small place where subtleties of dialogue and situation will not he lost, and to produce plays, interesting to a select few, that do not interest the general public, and which the general public fails to support. During the last decade there has been a great dramatic awakening in this coun- try. The people, those who make up the audiences, have wakened to a sense that they have a right to have some voice as to the conduct of the theatres. For long the audiences were merely paying spectators, accepting what Broadway pleased to send them. Now there is a more and more clearly defined feeling throughout the country that the people do not necessarily have to accept Broadwayis ultimatum. Amateur theatres have sprung up in the colleges as a result of this feeling. Young men and women are studying piay-writing, playeproducing, directing and managing. The time when the managers of theltheatres are recruited from the ranks of call boys and ushers is fast passing away. In the future the managers will be recruited from the colleges. Of the work done in the universities, Professor Bakeris Work Shop at Cambridge is the most prominent. English 47 is not a little theatre, how- ever. It is a workshop. in it are produced the plays written by the students at Harvard and Radcliffe, in order that the authors may study their work from a pro- ducing standpoint. Thus they are able to determine from seeing their plays pro duced, wherein their work is lacking, and what qualities go to make it good, bad or indifferent. ProfeSSOr Baker was the pioneer in establishing this kind of dramatic study as an essential in education. Yale University has a dramatic department of this kind under Professor Phelps. Professor Brander Matthews of Columbia is an- other working along these lines. The Little Country Theatre, North Dakota Agri- cultural College, is a reai theatre under college auspices, where the students direct and have an opportunity to act in the plays. Page twenty i t E. E LPN i! 37?; ,- Now these amateur and educational theatres are not necessarily governed by the real Little Theatre idea, but the fact that they exist shows a growing demand for better plays, simply produced, and a greater intimacy between the audiences and the players. This new attitude has not developed in this country alone. in France, An- toine was a dramatic revolutionary. He founded the Theatre Libre, and with his little band of enthusiasts opened the eyes of the French public. uThe influence of the Theatre Libre upon the development of the theatre in France was enormous,u says Brieux. iiHe tAntoinei was the first to bring Ibsen to France and Francois de Curel into international renown. ' The Little Theatres in America are trying to do what the Free Theatre did for France. They are striving continually for things new and daring. They are bring- ing the ultra and the eccentric to the people who enjoy such things, and they are producing the plays of unknown dramatists in the hope of helping them to establish themselves. In spite of the fact that a great many people have taken up the idea as a fad, in spite of the utterly utter, and sometimes the disgusting things that have been producecl, growing out of a madness for stimulating new sensations, the Little The- atres are doing a great good. The Toy Theatre in Boston treats the drama consist- ently as a fine art, and has produced in the four years of its existence plays by Shaw, Strindberg, Sudermann, Chesterton, Percy MacKaye, and many others, never falling below the ideal standards which it set up for itself in the outset. The Toy Theatre employs Bostonian amateurs for actors, and is no doubt an outgrowth of the move- ment Professor Baker set on foot. The Chicago Little Theatre employs professional actors, but is a repertoire theatre for experimental producing e again we trace the Baker movemente presenting both classic and modern drama at popular prices. It states in its announcements that its purpose is the creation of a new and plastic rhythmic drama in America. Winthrope Ames' Little Theatre in New York City and the Little Theatre in Philadelphia with Mr. Hines at its head are both doing the same kind of work. If the Little Theatre is only for the aristocratic few, it must be remembered that there will always be an aristocracy in things dramatic as well as in things politic. This minority is doing what it can to produce the closet drama and literary play under favorable auspices. It is not a minority because it wishes to be so, but from the very nature of things. There is as wide a difference between plays and players as there is between a hutdy-gurdy on a street corner and a cathedral organ. The devotees of the Little Theatre have learned to appreciate this difference, and to prev fer the organ music to the hurdy-gurdy tunes. Their greatest work, now, is to educate the public and to swell the ranks of the real musicians, so that there will be a demand for a Little Theatre in every community capable of supporting such an institution. For, as Professor Baker has said, iiThe drama is the most potentially powerful esthetic expression in the modern world.n Page twenty-nne mmzmom 24mmdymmmMMd4Am a mmmxdcjm MMHwDIUm Page twenty-two ;-,, THE TWO COMPANIES LTHOUGH the Little Playhouse was built primarily as a greatly needed addition to the school, plans had also been formulated towards establishing it as a Little Theatre, in which intimate drama would be produced by a professional company, assisted by the advanced students of the school. This plan, however, was deemed inadvisable at the time and was temporarily abandoned, but a stock company of advanced students was formed, called The Little Playhouse Company. This company is semi-professional, several of its members having had experience on the professional stage, and has produced unusual plays in connection with the regular work of the school, as examples of what can be done if the Little Theatre idea is seriously taken up and placed on a firm Financial basis. Besides The Little Playhouse Company productions, and those Which were merely class plays, there have been productions by The Schuster Players. This company is made up of advanced students, assisted by preparatory and interme- diate students. In the following chronological arrangement of the plays produced at The Little Playhouse during the year 19144 5, the company producing each has been designated. PERFORMANCES October 16, 1914n- 'iAil-of-a-Sudden Peggy, a three-act comedy by Ernest Denny, presented by the Schuster Players under the direction of Mrs. Helen Schuster-Martin. Miss Estelle Borkes, a post-graduate pupii, gave an easy and clever perform- ance as Peggy O'Mara. Mr. John Alexander, as Jimmy Keppel, made an attractive juvenile lead opposite Miss Borkes. Wesley Tracy,s character work as Lord Craken- thorpe was creditable, and Miss Irene Griffin's portrayal of Mrs. OiMara showed her long and excellent training. Others in the cast were Misses Faith Tracy, Linnie Townsley and Gertrude Brice, and Messrs. Edwin Rickey and Harry Schoelwer. October 23, 1914eiiEverywoman, act one, a morality play by Walter Brown, presented by The Schuster Players under the direction of Mrs. Helen SchustereMartin. Miss Pauline MacLean gave a sweet and graceful portrayal of Everywoman before she leaves her home to seek King Love. Albert Cash, as Nobody, used more voice and less variety of reading than was called for. Mr. Allen Stelton was satisfactory as Fiattery. Miss Faith Tracy's character work as the witch Truth was adequate. Mr. John Alexanders performance as Love was very good, and the Misses Edna Ramsey, Olga Reinstatler, and Dorothy McCord as Youth, Beauty, and Modesty did very creditable work. December 4, l9l4a'iThe Bribe, a three-act drama by Seumas OiKelley, produced by the Little Playhouse Company under the direction of Mr. Boyd Agin. 'iThe Bribe was the First production by the Little Playhouse Company, and is an irish play of the intimate type so often produced at the National Theatre, Dublin. Page twenty-three Leland McMurphy gave a very consistent and interesting portrayal of the shop- keeper. John Kirwan, and Edna Rohan, as his wife, played with remarkable force and sincerity. Hazel Sloyer's interpretation of Kirwan's sister, Mary, was a remark- able piece of emotional acting, and Gertrude Brice, as the hardened Mrs. Diamond, gave a sincere and consistent character study. John Alexander, as Dr. Luke Dia- mond; Lee Altemus, as Dr. Power O'Connor; and Harry Schoelwer, as Dr. Jack Power O'Connor, his son, all did excellent work. The others in the caste Faith Tracy, Edwin Rickey, Albert Cash, Allen Stelten, William Curtin, and Bert Thompv son e did not allow the fact that they were playing minor parts permit them to fall short in any way. The entire production was played with the assurance and sin cerity of professionals, and was such a success that it was repeated for the Mac- Dowell Society. This was an opportunity to play before such an audience of artists and critics as before whom professionals rarely have the privilege and honor of appearing. MARION T. REEVES Who has made a specialty of Folk Dancing. Page twentyvfour MISS BRICE Page twcnIy-Hve December 1 1 and 15, 1914 - Miss Gertrude Brice and members of the Little Playhouse Company in three unusual oneeact plays e The Man on the Kerb,n by Alfred Sutro, under the direction of Mr. Boyd Agin; One Hundred Years Hence, by William C. de Mille; iiThe Dark Lady of the Sonnets, by Bernard Shaw, under the direction of Mrs. Helen Schuster-Martin. The Dark Lady of the Sonnets is Shaw, and Shaw when he is exceedingly talky. The subtleties of the dialogue would very likely be lost in any but a Little Theatre. Miss Brice gave a clear and weli-sustained performance in portraying the easily Hattered Queen Elizabeth. Miss Hazel Sloyer was an excellent Dark Lady. Mr. Allen Stelten, as Shakespeare, handled a diHicult role With apparent ease, and Mr. Lee Altemus did his best with the part of The Beef Eater. Miss Brice proved her ability as an emotional actress in The Man on the Kerb, and Mr. John Alexander's work in the part of her husband was virile and sincere. 1n the farce, One Hundred Years Hence, Miss Brice again .gave evidence of her versatility, when she appeared as the villainess who lures Rollo away from home. Mr. Agin's clever work as Rollo, and Miss MacLean's charming personality in the part of his wife, gave to the sketch a snap and ginger that contrasted satisfac- torily with the other plays on the program. December 29 and 30, 1914 e Annual Fairy Play by the Juvenile Players Club of the Schuster School. Curly Locks, a fantastic comedy in two acts. The children always do well. They showed the evidences of talent made the most of by splendid and careful training. The principal characters Were: Bo Peep . . . . . . Edith Meyers Boy Blue . . . . . Dorothy Hilmes Dame Bustle . . . . . Alice Fasolt Flirta . . . . . Mazie Davis Lilla . . . . . Georgiana Smith Prince Clever . . . . Anna Rippey Fairy Dew Drop . . . . Alice Bryson February 19, 1915 e HEliza Comes to Stay,H a farce comedy in three acts by H. V. Esmond. Given by the Schuster Players for the Scottish Rite Masons at the Scottish Rite Cathedral. Under the direction of Mr. Boyd Agin. Miss Oiga Reinstatler, as Eliza, came up marvelously at the performance, surprising even the director by her clever and easy portrayal of the longileading part. Mr. Bert Thompson gave an excellent performance as Sandy Verall, to whose bachelor apartments Eliza Hcomes to stayH and settles downH for good since Page lwenty-vsix Sandy marries her in the end. The support was well cast, and the performance was said to have ugone off in a manner that would have done credit to profes- sionals. The cast included Faith Tracy, Gertrude Brice, Leland McMurphy, Allen Stelten, Ralph Adams, and Albert Cash. February 25 and 27, I91 5 e Formal opening of The Little Playhouse. Visit- ing star, Mr. Tyrone Power, supported by Mrs. Power and The Little Playhouse Company in Scenes From the Classics. Mr. Power is an artist of the highest type and Mrs. Power is a Enished and tal- ented actress. The school and members of The Little Playhouse Company, and all the patrons of the Little Theatre appreciate Mr. Power's splendid cooperation in the effort to establish The Little Playhouse as a real Little Theatre. We are indebted to him for the most artistic performance of the season. The members of The Little Playhouse Company who supported him were: Messrs. Boyd Agin and Allen Stelten and Miss Gertrude Brice. February 27, I915 - A Fan and Two Candlesticks ancl Entrlacte, by Mary MacMillan, presented by the Schuster Players for the Kentucky MacDowell Society. Miss Marion Reeves made a charming oldefashioned belle in A F an and Two Candlesticks, and both Mr. Stelten and Mr. Alexander did what they could in the way of acting to make up for what the play lacked in situation and plot. HEntrhcteH was also greatly helped by the dash and personality of the players. Mr. Bert Thompsone work as Romeo was clean cut and spirited, Miss Crystal Levy was a wellacast Carmen, and Miss Clothilde Heiman made an attractive Juliet. Between the two short plays, Miss Marian Heiman interpreted uThe Blue Danube in a beautiful classic dance. March l5, l9l5 -The Junior Class presented one of their class plays, uThe Faith Healer, by Wm. Vaughan Moody. As Ulrich Michaelis, in the title role, Mr. Allen Stelten portrayed faithfully the stages of self-conflclence, complete despair, renewed hope and supreme assurance through which a man of high-strung temperament may pass in allowing love for a woman to come into a life dedicated to sacred aims. ln sharp contrast to the emotional development of the principal character described, stood the clear-cut in- tellectualism of Dr. George Littlefield, ably represented by Mr. John Alexander, who also played with conviction the character part of the old negro, Uncle Eph. The leading feminine role, that of Rhoda Williams, was charmingly portrayed by Miss Mary Harrington, and showed that she possesses possibilities somewhat beyond the usual power of so young an actress. Miss Madelaine Mitchell played with sin- cerity the unusual and clthlcult part of an invalid who is twice healed by the power Page twenty-seven b.h..evww.iags A of Michaelis. Of the other characters, the one showing the most amusing touch was Martha Beeler, played by Miss Marie Dougherty, in which she clearly portrayed that she is a true follower of Thalia. The rest of the cast included Mr. Harry Schoelwer, Miss Crystal Levy, Mr. Albert Cash, Miss Anna Purcell and Miss Elizabeth Langmeier, all of whom intellectually interpreted their parts in a man ner that showed earnest work and good training. March 16, l9l5 -Lady Gregoryis one-act comedy, uSpreading the News, presented by the Schuster Piayers for the Civic League. Those who took part were Leland McMurphy, Rea E. Bowers, John Alexan- der, Allen Stelten, Bert Thompson, Harry Schoelwer, Ralph Adams, Albert Cash. Edna Rohan, and Irene Spencer. April l2, I9I5eDrama-Recital. Helen Sherman-CriH-ith. Plays and stories. A Fallen Idol and iiA Man's Voice, by Mrs. GrifEth, were excellently presented by the Schuster Players. Those taking part were Corinne Fibbe, Gertrude Brice, Estelle Borkes, Faith Tracy, Madeleine Mitchell, Edna Rohan, Dorothy McCorcl, Nolia Gatliff, Elizabeth Ebersole and Edna Ramsey. A11 did very good work, make ing the most of the humorous situations, the clever acting making up in great meas- ure for the thinness of plot and faulty construction of the plays. Mrs. Martin gave a beautiful reading from Mrs. Griffith's iiRosemary for Re! membrance, Miss Hazel Sloyer delicately interpreted the HDance 0f the Apple Blossoms,u and Mrs. GriHith herself gave a reading from one of her books after a short introciuction by Miss Emily Collins. Between the two acts of A Man's Voice, Miss Irene Griffin entertained the audience with several clevEr pianologues. April I9, I91 5 F Blanchette, a threeeact play by Eugene Brieux, presented by the Little Playhouse Company under the direction of Mrs. Helen Schusterv Martin. Blanchette is perhaps the most finished production the Little Playhouse Com- pany has put on this year. The three acts were sustained throughout With continu- ity and sincerity. Miss Pauline MacLean upheld the difficult leading part with remarkable ability and in a finished manner rarely seen outside the ranks of pine fessionals. Mr. Boyd Agin as Rousset showed his professional experience, his consistent characterization making a rather thankless part interesting and vital. Miss Corrine Fibbe's pantomime in the part of Mme. Rousset was exceptionally good, and she sustained the difEcult characterization throughout the play with sur- prising finish. Leland McMurphy as Galoux, Nolia Gatliff as Lucie, his daughter, Harry Schoelwer as George, his son, Gertrude Cash as Mme. Jules, Allen Stelten as Morillon, Albert Cash as Auguste, his son, John Alexander as Bonenfant, the roadmender, and Ralph Adams as the postnian all did exceptional and interesting work. Page twenty-eight CALENDAR OF CLOSING TERM SENIOR RECITALS Monday Afternoon, May 10 -- Pauline MacLean, miscellaneous, and Nolia Gatliff, The Love of Azalia.n Tuesday Evening, May 1 I -- Olga Reinstatler, Daddy Longlcgs, Edna Rohan, miscel- laneous. Friday Afternoon, May 14 Gertrude Brice, Paolo and Francesca, Irene Spencer, mis- cellaneous. Saturday Evening, May 15 - Edna Ramsey, Disraeli, Faith Tracy, miscellaneous. June 7 and 8 Senior Class Plays -v- Her Own Way by Clyde Fitch, Orestes by Richard Lev Callienne JUNIOR EVENTS Monday, April 12 The Class Play, Preparatory Girls. Monday Evening, May 3 - Junior recital. All Juniors. He1p Wanted, Preparatory Juniors. Wednesday, May 26- Junior Class Play, HThe Gift. Page twenty-nine FVRQNE PQWER W TYRONE POWER OMETIME near the middle of February, sounds of great confusion, much pounding, the odor of paint, and the racing of a sewing machine issued from the Little Playhouse. Tyrone Power - By Jove e was superintending the rehtting and redecoration 0f the stage. Seven electricians, three carpenters, two painters, and that marvel of marvels when it came to getting a lot of Work done in no time, Charles, Mr. Power's valet, rushed about following the rapid fire of the actor's directions with alacrity. They had not worked for him many hours before finding out the wisdom of Hlooking sharp. At times a space was cleared for rehearsals, but the work continued in spite of these slight interrupa tions. Mr. Boyd Agin came in for hearty congratulations when he managed to rehang the new curtain satisfactorily, for Mr. Power was in a high dudgeon over the way it had been done. At last all was ready for the dress rehearsal. Charles had taken the last stitches in the bathrobes and dining room curtains, out of which he had conjured his master's costumes. The seven electricians sat about with their hats on and their hands in their pockets, waiting for the great man's arrival. Oh, that dress rev hearsal! Will those who Were present ever forget it? Perhaps it would not do to repeat some of the things that sent us into gales of laughter. But we who were privileged to watch Mr. Power at work learned that his appreciation of the importance of little things has made him what he is. The program of four scenes from the classics was given twice before very appreciative audiences. The first performance took place Thursday evening, Feb- ruary 25, and the second, Saturday afternoon, February 27. These scenes were given as a formal opening of the Little Playhouse, with Tyrone Power as the visit ing star. He was supported by Mrs. Power ta graduate of the Schuster School, 1899i and members of the Little Playhouse Company in the following program: Chorus . . . . Mrs. SchusterhMartin Julius Caesar Shakespeare Garden Scene Brutus . . . . A . Mr. Power Portia, his wife . . . . Mrs. Power Page thirty-one THE SERVANT IN THE. HOUSE Charles Rann Kennedy The Drain Man . . . . Mr. Power His Daughter, Mary . . . . Mrs. Power THE MERCHANT OF VENICE Shakespeare Rialto Scene Shylock . . . . . . Mr. Power Antonio . . . . . Mr. Boyd Agin Bassanio , . . . Mr. Allen Stelten OTHELLO Shakespeare Death Bed Scene Othello . . .h . . . Mr. Power Desdemona . . . . . Mrs. Power Emilia . . . . . Miss Gertrude Brice Between the scenes, Miss Emilie Rose Knox played so beautifully that the waits were scarcely noticed. We are not only indebted to Mr. Power for the most artistic performance of the year, but also for the needed changes he made in the stage. He gave us a better equipment as to lights, had the walls draped in dark green burlap that falls in mas- sive folds, making a beautiful background for any scene, had the proscenium arch painted to harmonize with the tiark paneling 0f the woodwork, and left us a curtain that falls noiselessly into place, instead of screeching along a Wire. uBy Jove, it's a bit of alright, eh, 01d chap? he said to Mr. Martin, when the work was finished. We agree with you, Mr. POWer, and we hope you will come again. Page thirtyetwo Spreading the News or The Promptefs Voice E might say, by way of explanation, that Spreading the News was written by one Lady Gregory, and was intended to be a clever comedy. We tell you this, you noble people of understanding who might have seen said performance, for fear you might be thinking it was a Hindu problem tragedy. Would it had been! and all the bad actors had been killed, never to play again. In our haste we almost forgot to tell you, iiclear readers, that the comedy Was pre- sented by the Schuster Players a or Slayers; isn't it strange we never can think which I Things are never all bad, so now we will relate the qualities of our actors. A young woman, a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, in the part of Mrs. Fallon, created a riotain the dressing room. Never having played before, of course she knew all there was to know about stage make-up. 0, such a get-up for a character part! But we think she learned her lesson. Chief among the other actors was a trick basket, the central Figure in the play. Said basket refused to be upset, on which circumstance part, or most. of the plot hinged. We, too, would have refused to be upset by such a company. How the actors did sputter and gurgle their lines, the prompter's voice ring- ing out above these feeble efforts like a peal of thunder! Then came a great silence, but even at that the audience remained charmed. A few of the actors knew their parts and the parts of some others, but no matter how good they might have been under different circumstances, their work was lost in the general confusion. The bad ones we will say little about. Let all rest. But take it all in all, it was such a performance as had never been seen in the Little Playhouse before, and by the grace 0, God, such an one shall never be seen there again. The rest of the program that night of the sixteenth of March was in keeping with the play. But let all go down forever in the dead and buried past. Our mood is passing, and we grow kincl. Rest ye in peace, ye destroyers of Irish comedy. - The Prune, the Allen Dale of Punkville. Page thirly-three 1J4 MISS BRICE AS QUEEN ELIZABETH Page Lhirty-four cUThe Dark Lady of the Sonnetsia tSecond Performancei LOW, blow, thou winter wind, must have been the injunction of the Weather Man the night of December 15, when those Who were to perform before a large and distinguished audience with four real critics present foregathered on the stage and endeavored to keep their teeth from chattering long enough to denounce the weather in all the languages at their command. Was it cold? They felt more like Arctic explorers than actors. The programs stated that the performance would begin at eight o'clock, but eight oiclock had come and gone, eight-Efteen had joined the lost moments of the pastw-and still no audience. Eight-twenty! The front door woke echoes through the empty hall. Someone at last. Will Shakespeare appeared with his hat on backwards, his green legs trembling --- he tried to keep his knees from knocking together but even though his spare green figure was enveloped in his crimson-lined cape, his shivering was pitiful to behold. Queen Elizabeth labored up the steps, her jewels clicking against each one, wondering if she could see her breath solidify on the stage as well as she had in the dressing room. Where's the audience? she Chattereci, looking at Rollo, to whom she had to make love in the next sketch, and wondering what he stuck his beau-catcher down with. The Beef Eater was pacing back and forth. He had no ruff e though to be sure a ruff is little protection - and since the lace had been taken from his sleeves, his wrists were chapping. Mr. and Mrs. Audience are out there, he remarked bitterly, Hbut they arenit sitting together. Page thirty-five Queen Elizabeth peeped through the curtains. The bareness of the hall under the glaring house lights did not make her feel any warmer. Mrs. Burke was doing her best to look as if she were not alone and to keep up the appearance of being warm. Way over in the corner sat a stranger. Could he be a critic! But no, he was certainly not distinguished enough. Perhaps the critics would be a little late. Ah, new arrivals! Mr. and Mrs. Martin Senior came in. Yes, there was plenty of room! Something round and bright rolled out of the regal eye and immediately froze, dropping to the floor like a miniature hailstone. That old song sung by the famous comedians Montgomery and Stone passed through her mind as she jabbed the last hairpin into her headdress: uThe audience we opened to, His heard was long and black, He said, ll want my money back;' He said held beat us, but we beat him e Yes, we beat him to the railroad track! But there was no such escape for the poor frozen queen or the others in the cast. The trains were all snowbound. The Dark Lady joined the queen and took her turn at squinting through the curtains. There's Hilda Ruthmanl she exclaimed, and another girl? Six, all told, said Shakespeare, in a sepulchral voice that sounded as if it came from an ice box. The Beef Eater was Happing his arms across his chest and going over his lines between shivers. Even the bolster and two pillOWS used by the Dark Lady for padding failed to keep her from being aware that the mercury was below 320. Mrs. Martin came on the stage and laughed. She said the play was going out Then everyone laughed. Rollo went to the curtain wires and the others stood by in their places. The play went on! Page thirty-six How red Mrs. Burkeh nose is, thought the queen. She had just entered in her sleep, and the next moment uttered, Out damned spot,,, so realistically that Hilda Ruthman jumped, and forgot to put her hand back into her muff from which she had pulled it in her excitement. The Beef Eater, Who had left the scene, stood in the wings anxiously waiting the moment when Queen Elizabeth should discard her heavy cloak. tThey man- aged this business close to the wings so that he could help her get it offj uOn your life, take your hands from me, cried outraged royalty, wondering if the stranger in the last row was asleep or frozen to death. Shakespeare gave her the cue, and High treason! she cried, throwing off her cloak. The Beef Eater grabbed it, and wrapping himself in it, sat down on a white-washed stool OH stage. When the play at last came to an end, six pairs of hands patted a sardonic applause, and the queen waited to hear no more. During the performance of uOne Hundred Years Hence, Frank Kise came in. Florence was making love to Rollo, but was not too preoccupied to notice the increase in the size of the audience. Those Seven Noble Souls sat through the rest of the performance! When the last curtain fell on The Man on the Kerb they filed out. The stranger said Hlnteresting and shivered. Very interesting. He informed Mrs. Martin that he was a reporter for one of the morning papers, shivered again and went his lonely way into the bitter night. The critics? Critics may be cranks, but they are never fools. Brave the howl- ing winter wind to see a stupid Shaw play and a girl who thinks she can act? Even critics are human sometimes. e The Janitor. Pa ge lhirty-sevcn THE DIRECTOR'S DESIRE O, for a Muse of fire that would ascend The highest heaven of invention. A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! THE. DIRECTOR MISS IRENE GRIFFIN MR. BERT THOMPSON AS VIOLA AS MALVOLIO Page thirty-eight Mr. John Alexander, a talented member of The Little Playhouse Company, as he will appear in the title role in Richard LeGallienne's Orestes. Mr. Alexander has appeared with success in All-of-a- Sudden Peggy, Every Woman, The Man on the Kerb,H HThe Faith Healer,H uA Fan and Two Candlesticks, HBlanchetteH and 'The Gift. Last year he played Orseno in Twelfth Night and Claudio in Much Ado About Nothing in the Shakespearean perform ances at the Zoo Garden. Pa ge thiny-nine A RAY OF LIGHT With a clear conception of the nature and function of Expression has come a deeper appreciation of Reading as an art. The just recog- nition of the study of modulation as a positive factor in education means that the artistic interpretation of standard and classic literature is commanding the serious attention of people of culture. The hour of the imitative elocutionist has struck; a new day is fully dawned for the serious scholar with artistic taste and inclination. e Helen Schuster-Martin. Mrs. Isabelle Carghill Beecher, the foremost American Reader, whose beautiful art has annually been the inspiration of the Schuster students for many years. In 1913, Mrs. Beecher gave a series of six readings before the stu- dent body. Page forty : Reading and Lecture Course The main literary feature given in the Little Playhouse was the series of lecture, recitals given by Mrs. Schuster-Martin and Mies Emily Collins, who preceded the readings with a discussion of the author and his principal works. The first series began October 19, 1914, and included the following numbers: The Dark Lady of the Sonnets. The Sad Shepherd . . . .Henry Van Dyke Bernard Shaw Poems by Tagore and Fiona MacLeod. i'Disraeli ............... Louis Parker HThe Faith Healer, Easter .................. Strindberg William Vaughan Moody Beside the regular subscribers to the course, the lectures were attended by the Seniors and some of the special students. It was of great value to the students who were studying for a platform career. Hearing these lectures gave them a knowl- edge of selecting the readings which make the best programs, and also an idea of cutting, which is very important in the reading of a book or play. Mrs. Schuster- Martin's dramatic insight of the plays and her interpretations, which were very original, was of infinite value to the student. The attendance at these lectures was so satisfactory, and the audiences were so enthusiastic over them, that a second series was given, beginning January 19th, including the following: Blanchette ............ Eugene Brieux Rosalind ................... Barrie The R136 Of Jennie CUS mhgdrs. Miles Watts Catherine de Medici ........... Balzac HJean Christophe ............. Rolland In 3. Balcony ............... Browning Stucient Recitals The student who is studying to he a reader can not develop and grow without having an opportunity of appearing before the public. The monthly recitals given by the different classes lend a great deal of experience to the young artists. There were twentyeseven recitals in all given during the season. The following recitals were given by the Senior Class: October 2 3d -- Hiawatha's Wooing tLongchowL T'Hagar tBrooksT .......... Edna Rohan Marion Reeves Count Cismond tBrowningL The Doubt tMarshalU ..... Nolia CatliE Gertrude Brice HTwo Cray Wolves tFantonL Scene UThe Rivalsn tSheridanL Irene Spencer Estelle Borkes HLove tDorothy DixT . .Clothilde Heiman Page forlyvone STUDENT RECITALS-n-Continuecl The recital given on December l7th consisted of Christmas recitations. They were prepared and selected by the students, and the interpretation of the readings was entirely original. The Serving Lad at the Inn. Edna Ramsey A'Barbara .............. Marion Reeves When Ladd's Ship Came in, Pauline MacLean Oley Bull's Christmas Story. Nolia GatliH Ring Out Wild Bells . . . . e .lrene Spencer The program ran as follows: Holly Leaves e Ye Olden Times, Olgo Reinstatler HThe Old-Fashioned Square e Plea for Peace ............... Edna Rohan Mirandy on Christmas, Clothilde Heiman The Redemption ........ Estelle Borkes On the afternoon of February 24th the following program was rendered: Pauline Pavlowa ........ Marion Reeves Farmer Whipple . . . , . .Pauline MacLean The Mysterious Portrait . . .Edna Ramsey Scene from UMerchant of Venice, Nolia Gatliff HThe Music Master ...... Olga Reinstatler Scene from HKing John . . . .Irene Spencer Scene from HRip Van Winkie, Edna Rohan HTHE MAKER OF DREAMS A Dainty Fantasy In One Act By Oliphant Downs Characters Pierot ............. Miss Irene GriHin, ,1 4 Pierette .................. Sara Verity The Maker of Dreams ....... Lee Altemus Intermediate Recital, given on April IZth, by the pupils of lVlrs. Schuster- Martin, Miss HazelSloyer and Miss Irene Griffin, consisted of the following program: I - Piano Solo ........... Crystal Levy 2 e GO uHis Hearing. 0:0 Our Hired Girl, Margaret Alice Cash 3 -- Mr. Brown .......... Mazie Davis THE. CLASS PLAY Characters Bunny ................. DeRose Starkey Heavy .................... Hazel Maas A. B. C. ................ Marion Reeves Constance .............. Mary Gilligan Cute ................. Marion Heiman Dave ................ Dorothy Hecker Mrs. McNab ............... Julia Geiger Page forly-twn Ruth ................ Lucille Hambrick Ellen ............. ' ..... Roberta Jokers Scene --H Boarding school. Act One e Afternoon in Dave's study. 5 -- Candle Lightin' Time, Dorothy Hilmes 6 e Malibrau ....... Georgiana Smith 7 e- The Class Play. Act Two. Scene - In the wings e Day of Play. 8-- tad Ephraim Jones, Uat Chums. Alice Elizabeth Bryson 9 e Group Dance ...... Advanced Pupils First Junior Recital T is certainly pathetic that some of our astrologers missed their cue and tailed to appear Tuesday night, tor lo, the tirmament of the combined upper studios burst forth with startling brilliancy, clue to the appearanceot twelve stars of various magnitudes that had never twinkled betore. Be that as it may, we modestly t N claim that, While the Seniors may have outshone all preceding classes at their recital a few days before, with their extracts trorn Browning, Longfellow, etc., were Bernhardt, Marlowe, or any of the great ones present on this ne'erHto-beaiorgotten occasion, we would have so impressed them with our Hutelike voices, conhclent mien and won- derful delivery that they would have been quarreling over which should engage us tor their next season. '1 hose who appeared on the program were as follows: Elizabeth Ebersole, who reacl Seene Not Seen. lVliss Ebersole is encouraged to continue, tor we see great possibilities in her. Miss Anna Purcell, who read Winning Cups Race in great style. Edith Gilligan, in the role of Mirandy, presented her views on matrimony in a manner that extorted many laughs from the audience as she pro- ceeded to relate her experiences with lke. Laura Hoffman told us about the Loves of Mary Ann. Gertrude Cash read By Courier. Marie Daugherty gave uOne of Bobis Tramps in an appealing manner that was very well received. Esther McHenry made the hit of the evening with her two selections. Dorothy McCord gave a very impressive rendering of Sandalphon. Crystal Levy gave a sincere and interesting reading of iiCigarette's Ride. Elizabeth Langmeier told us about uTheir Last Ride Together in a very original and entertaining manner. Mary Harrington sailed in HMy Ships on a musical sea furnished by Miss Griffin, and gave a short encore, uThat's How It Started. John Alexander and Wesley Tracey were expected to appear in some Shake- spearian repertoire, but who ever heard of either of them ever doing what was ex- pected of them? Whether their refusal to appear grew out of a charitable fear of showing the rest of us up, or whether they thought the scenery unsuited to their peculiar style of beauty e- nWho knows? Who knows? This is another mys- tery which Homelock Sherls and Arsene Lupin are seeking to unravel. if it should prove that our latter conjecture is correct- well, we may look frail and poetical - but we will see that one of two alternatives is enforced. They will favor us with an artistic rendering of the Balcony Scene from Romeo and Juliet tBruin Alex- ander being hereby assigned the role of Juliet because of his petite stature and airy grace, and Wesley Tracy, of course, playing Romeo because that's his favorite diversion anyway, the only difference being that Romeo had only one Julietl. Boys, here's your chance to redeem yourselves. If it is not accepted, like the usurious Shylock of old, we will extort from you the wherewithal to keep the en- tire Junior Class in banana specials for the season. Then, if such a refusal to appear at our recitals is again perpetrated -+- well, just look out! Verbum sap! - Mary C. Harrington, 'l6. THE SCHUSTER BOOSTER You can get results right here in Cincinnati if you try. The best in all the world is here for you. You may lay a strong foundation; build a splendid education; You may acquire poise and polish, too. You may be taught those lessons that will make life a great pleasure. You may store your memory with thoughts that outweigh any treasure. 0, yes! for Cincinnati You may know that I'm a Booster a And here's the place to back me up - THE. DRAMATIC SCHOOL OF SCHUSTER. - Lucile Livingston, ' l 6. Page forty-three m USIC M, L mg The Music Department has been represented in recitals given by the pupils of Miss Margaret Dougherty and Miss Irene Griffin, and one Faculty Recital. The first musical recital of the year was given at the Little Playhouse, Tues- day evening, November 24th, by Miss Margaret Dougherty and Mrs. Blanche Shepherd Bartlet, Reader. PROGRAM Die Forielle, t Wohin, . ....... - ..... Schubert Fruehlingslaube, 5 Miss Dougherty HThe Boy Who Made Believeu ..... Barrie Mrs. Bartlett Aria e- thie Freischutz ......... Weber Miss Dougherty UThe Sea Fever ............. Maseheld Mrs. Bartlett Miss Louise Rickey at the Piano Damon ................... Strange uHis Lullaby ........ Carrie Jacobs Bond The Milkmaid's Song . . . .Horatio Parker Miss Dougherty Scenes from L'Aiglon ......... Rostand Mrs. Bartlett Song of Sunshine ...... George Thomas uMy Lover. He Comes on the Skee, Clough Leighton Sombrero ............... Chaminade Miss Dougherty Miss Irene Griffin, teacher of piano, gave a students' recital Saturday after noon, March 6th. The following students appeared on the program: Crystal Levy, Evelyn Peters, Marian Heiman, Pauline MacLean, Adelaide Ramsey, Alberta Closson, Edith Gilligan, Alice Bryson. On Saturday afternoon, March 27th, the pupils of Miss Margaret Dougherty gave a recital, assisted by students of the Elocution Department. PROGRAM 1 -t20 Aus Meinen Grosser: Schmerzen, Franz Oat HIm Herbst ............ Franz Miss Margaret Kaser 2 e93 Who is Sylvia? ..... Schumann tbt uLovely Little Dream, Coldridge Taylor Mr. Boyd Agin 3 e Damon ................ Stange Miss Pauline MacLean 4 - Reading. Little Pierre ...... Anon. Miss Anna Purcell 5 etat ULittle Pink Rose, Carrie Jacobs Bond Page fortyefnur 0:0 uWere My Song with Wings Pro- vided ........... Reynaldo Hahn Miss Ellen Hall 6 etat HRose in the Bud. Dorothy Foster Hat May Morning ......... Denza Miss Irene Dobert 7 e HRosamonde . . . . . .Dorothy Foster ML Boyd Agin 8 e Reading. Scene from HDavid Harum, Westlake Miss Esther McHenry 9 etaj The Years at the Spring,H Mrst Beach Oat Little Gray Dove . .Louis V. Saar Miss Pauline MacLean LlTERRPOJ In an Italian Garclen A POETIC DUOLOGUE GERTRUDE EVERTS BRICE Characters Represented - A Painter and Palmyra, his Wife. Time -- Period of the Italian Renaissance. Place 1 Venice at sunset. The setting is a garden. An easel, R, holds a painting not yet finished. Before it is the artist's chair; above it a small bench on which are tubes of paint, oil, brushes and other accessories. A marble seat, I... At the back. steps lead down to a canal that empties into the Grand Canal beyond. Across the water are the facades of old palaces; over the Grand Canal the afterglow of sunset is fading out of the sky. In the east a few pale stars, and as the daylight fades the moonlight becomes more and more distinct, The Painter lays aside his palette wearily. iooks critically at his picture, and sighs. THE PAINTER No more, no more tonight. The life has gone Out from me as the light fades from the sky. How soft the colors now, whereas before - Only since some swift-footed moments Bed 4: All heaven blazed with passion, the Canal Flashed like a blood-stained sword. . . . All's turned to gray; Violet shadows ineath the gondoias lie; Yes, there is color still, but all more drab, As day, departing, veils her radiant form And followeth her 10rd, the vanished sun; While Night with silent sandals swiftly walks Hitherward from the deep eastern sky. thote : Written for Dramatic Class and published in the Annual by request. 4:12 2 4-: Page forty-five IIPALMYRE enters. She is a beautiful woman. still quite young. Her eyes are rest- les as from a vague discontentj PALMYRE iDisappoinledJ Nlusing aloud again to naught but wind! i thought, when I heard your voice, someone haci come, My cousin, perhaps, returned. THE PAINTER What does he want? More money? PALMYRE, He has been unfortunate. THE PAINTER Unfortunate! Call him unfortunate! Yet he has held this little hand that mine Now closes round, and never is denied The beauty of that smile I used to know And thought to keep as mine forever. Well, if you Find pleasure in his company More than in mine, what matter. You were pleased When i could help your cousin With the gold Your portrait brought me. PALMYRE iExamining the painting impatientlyj This one not yet done! i thought to have a thousand lire more For him tonight. You cannot give it to me? THE PAINTER A thousand lire! PALMYRE Yes. You promised me i should have half the price of the Sunset here. i told him to return this evening. He'll come anon. I pray you, give it me. THE. PAINTER He comes again tonight? Have you forgot You promised me this one night to ourselves? Bear with me this once, and you shall see How well I'll work'for you. Tomorrow's sale Should bring thrice doubled the amount you ask. 1'11 pay your cousin's debts e- all of them. PALMYRE All! Page forty-six THE. PAINTER Yes all, if but once more you will seem mine In spirit as in flesh. You used to be F- 01' was it all a dream? Had you a soul That somehow died when I essayed to grasp Thy beauty which escaped me, leaving naught But thy fair body? Has the rose I pressed Close to my hungry heart faded and diecl, StiHed With tenderness? Has thy soul fled, Or was it ever there? My little dream! Those days are gone: I thought you had a soul. PALMYRE I do not understand your talk of souls. I know I love you as I always have, And ever Will. My cousin is my kin, In trouble and in need. Your jealousy Has wrought strange fancies in your mind, and -e Well? Will you give me the sum? A thousand Iire. THE PAINTER And if I should refuse? PALMYRE IIII sell my ring. THE. PAINTER The topaz? PALMYRE No. That was sold long ago. No, I shall sell this one. ,Tis all I have. THE PAINTER The diamond I gave you at the birth Of our one Child. No, no, Palmyre, not that! PALMYRE. IDclermfnedI Then you must give to me the thousand lire. THE. PAINTER I cannot. But tomorrowe PALMYRE Will be too Iate. No. Tonight he either pays -- or dies. Oh! don,t you understand? It means his life! Now - will you let me sell the little ring, Or give me what he needs e the thousand lire? Page forty-scven THE PAINTER LDeliberatelyswalch-ing the effect on henl No. PALMYRE IWI'UJ angry determinationj Then I shaII disobey. Lyle starts 10 gal THE PAINTER ICommands.I PaImyre. I556 stopsi Palmyre, you are my wife. Do you recall The day 1 brought you here? I held you thus, Thus - as I hold you now s close to my breast, And in the glowing splendor of your eyes There seemed to shine the answer to the call My heart sent out to yours. I have not changed. My love for you is constant as that star Which shines each evening over the lagoon. Either you never loved me, or that low: s From too great Cherishing, perhaps - has died. Tell me. To know you never cared for me Will hurt me Iess than feeling I have lost Through some unwitting cause, what once was mine. PALMYRE Oh, let me go! You hurt me, let me go! THE PAINTER Nay, do not struggle. Fear is in your eyes. I do not judge you. Yet you fear to stay A shadowy twilight through alone with me -- With me s who love you, Palmyre. PALMYRE Yes, I fear I I fear for him. He dies at dawn. O God! 0 let me pay! You do not understand - This ring wiII save him. It is but a stone, What is its worth compared to a mans life? THE. PAINTER I see, I see. PALMYRE You do not understand! THE PAINTER Yes, too well. The gallant gambler wins! Yes, I have known before, yet tried to blind My eyes. I was a coward. Truth is truth. Give me that ring and give him this to sell. EH6 gives her a ring from his fingerl 'TwiIl bring a greater sum. This little stone Was for the child. I will not have it sold. ' Page forty-eight PALMYRE. erelieved, and more gentle than hitherto, as if trying to atone in some measure.J ,Tis early yet. Come, let us sit together As often we did in that first strange year, When I so heedlessly became your wife. THE PAINTER Heedlessly. Yes, that is true, Paimyre. My love seemed answered then, and even now I think you're fond of me, tho' of thy Whole Heart I was never master. There's a love That somehow we have missed: You cannot see God in the painted music of the skies, The love I knew e or dreamed of - cannot bloom In your strange heart. iA whistle outsidc.1 PALMYRE iRising hurriedly, apologetically, as she is going. E For just a little while. taxiH THE PAINTER tPacing restlessly up and down. I What does he do to please her? I know some Would kill him outright. Kill the thing she loves? Strange, I cannot deny her anything. Weak, weak! l'Seeing the outsidej She slips my ring upon his hand. II He takes a short dagger from his belt and Jingers iLJ To kill them both q and still their childlike hearts -- God, how he kisses her! That long embrace Must end! Eternity shall part or join Their erring souls! She is - she was - my Wife. God judge me if mine be the greater crime! i.gxilj iThe curtain falls and is almost immediately raised. Some time has elapsed, for the moon is almost setting. A shaft of light falls on PALMYRE'S dead body lying on the marble bench. THE PAINTER stands. silent, looking at it. He has staunched the blood with a handkerchief and crossed her hands upon her breastj THE PAINTER 0 beautiful! My beautiful Palmyre. . Thou canst not now deny me thy cold lips! iHe kisses lienl Curtain. Page forty-nine CC Tony 3? BY EDNA M. ROHAN HE. hot, August sun heat so furiously upon the lafge, Western city that the very air smelled scorched. A short, stout man, in gray crash mopped his forehead, as he trudged up the great steps of the City Building, and pushed his way through the entrance. Down a long corridor hung with oil paintings and mottoes he hurried and taking a key from his pocket, opened a door on which was printed in large, black letters 'iBoard of Education, Superintendent's Office, Private.n He hastily pulled off his hat and coat, Hung them over an armchair, threw up the window, and switched on the electric fan. This done he settled himd self in the chair behind his desk and glanceci at the pile of morning mail. A lilac- tinted letter on the top caught his eye. The handwriting was peculiar and un- known to him. As he slipped the delicatelydcarved paper cutter through the envelope, he smiled and said to himself, uWell, I guess this is another appeal from a girl who wants a well paying position and no work to do. Penmanship though shows some character. He read the note through several times, and was adjusting his spectacles When he hearci a footstep in the corridor. Turning to the door, he called: 15 that you, Graves? uYes, sir.H uVVelI, come in for a moment.,, A tall, thin man With a high forehead, crossed over to the desk and the super, intendent began, Have you that vacancy in the Settlement district filled? HNo, Mr. Deane, not yet. Well then, read this. It seems as though few teachers want to go into the slums but -- Graves took the letter that was handed him and after reading it said: The writer seems pretty much in earnest. I think you could give her a e iiA trial, anyway, put in the superintendent. HYes, Graves, I will. Graves considered his business at an end and ambled out of the room. The grayahaired superintendent proceeded to answer the letter. uMy dear Miss Haversf, he wrote, I have received your application and beg to inform you that we are holding a position for you in the Settlement School. Classes re-open September the eighth. Sincerely, HH. 0. Deane, HSupt. of Schools.H Three days after H. O. Deane had dropped the above note into the post office, Eileen Havers was working in her little garden patch at the rear of a small frame house, out in the suburbs of K The morning dew was fast being dried up by the blazing sun, anti the bees buzzed away as they went from flower to Hower. The weeds seemed to have sprung up over night, and while Eileen was trying to clear the tomato patch, her eye fell on a big, fat green worm. After a few Page fifty tedious efforts, she succeeded in landing her captive on a grape leaf, and was secretly admiring the squirming object and wondering why she had never studied zoology, when Buster, the neighbor's dog, began to bark furiously. She scrambled to her feet, crushed the worm unintentionally, shook down her muddy calico dress, snatched her straw hat off her head, and with her jet black hair Hying about her Hushed, eager face, she ran down to the little side porch. Eileen caught a fleeting glimpse of the blueashirted postman disappearing around the corner, as she thrust her grimy hand into the empty mail box. The joyous look in the blue eyes began to fade, and, going to the door, she called, Oh, mother, did you get the mail? N0, dear, the postman didnit stop? Eileen entered the house,trudged up the bare steps and into her mothefs sitting room. She fell into a chair, and was about to give way to her feelings when she spied the wet, blackebordered kerchief which her whiteahaired mother had tucked into her workbasket. Mrs Havers did not look at her daughteris Hushed face, but said: Daughter, isnit it too warm for you in that hot sun? Oh! not a bit, mother, my hat protected me. I thought I'd get a w-- Yes, dear, probably the postman Will bring it this afternoon. Maybe. Isupposeit's almost time for lunch. Would you like some iced tea, mother? Mrs. Havers was about to answer when she heard a knock. In another mine ute a big, red-haired, freckled-faced woman stood in the room. Oh, sure, mum, she began, uthat maiIman's gettin',too ouId to carry let! ters anymore. He left this at our door. I thought as it might be from Miss Eileenis swateheart, so I rushed right over with it. 'That was very lovely of you, Maggie. Both Eileen and I appreciate your kindness for we have been looking for the letter. Well, Mrs. Havers, I'll be goin', called Maggie, backing down the stairs, HBut if yez need the washin' done this week, just let me know and I'll be here. Eileen heard the strange voice and was about to come into the room, when her mother put her head into the kitchen and said: Here is your letter, daughter. The postman left it by mistake over at Math-I ers. I hope there is good news. EiIeen hastily ran a hairpin through the envelope, unfolded the Ietter, read it several times and then Hung her arms about her mother and criedu Oh! It's too good to be true. Just think of your daughter as a teacher in the SettIement School. Can you do it? Read it, mother, and she thrust the paper ' into her motheris trembling hand. The next few days were spent in replenishing Eileenis scant and threadbare wardrobe. Before nine o'clock, on the morning of the eighth of September, the court- yard of the Settlement School was black with roller skaters, hoop rollers, and rope jumpers of every size and compIexion. As Miss Havers, immaculate in her trim, linen frock, came up the walk, an overgrown, dirtyalooking boy, with sleeves rolled up, and shirt collar turned in, called to his companions: uI-Iey, fellows, look at the new teachesome peach, eh? Wonder if we'll have her? Page Efty-one By this time Eileen was passing up the steps of the dilapidated school build- ing. The chubby old principal stood at the landing, his red face beaming with welcome. He stretched forth his large hand and with cheery voice said, HGood morning! Miss Havers, I believe? After discussing the delightful weather, and the growing throng of children, the principal led the way down a long corridor, lined with numbered doors. Mr. Manse opened the door of room number Five, and said, This room, Miss Havers, is your workshop. Because of the large nume ber of pupils in this class, we have been obliged to change things about some What. The fourth grade work is taught in I'Room Number Five. A bit confus- ing, I'll admit, but I think you,II understand. Eileen was about to answer, when a touseled headed, black'eyed boy came into the room, and shied up to the principal, saying, Please, sir, Miss L. is waiting for you to ring the bell. iiYes, Charles, run along, I'll be there inaminute! Mr. Manse then wished Eileen every possibIe success in her new work, and hurried from the room. Eileen slipped to the window and was gazing intently at the huge meIting-pot of humanity that boiIed in the courtyard beiow When the tramp of feet in the corridor awakened her from the reverie. She hurried to the battered desk, her blue eyes dancing and her cheeks Hushed with excitement. Her black hair was almost unmanageabie, but She hastily tucked up the stray strands, and turned toward the door to weIcome her new charges. It seemed to EiIeen that she was greeting a class of nations and it was not until after the roll call that her brain Cleared. The long list of Rosies, Tonys, Roccos, Josies, Gretchens, Rachels and Isadores, seemed an insolubIe puzzle, but the distinct individuality of each piquant face soon endeared itself to the teacher. The first few days were too warm for lessons, but the last week of September found the boys deIighted with problems in long division. The girls, too, pIocICIecI away, and aII worked Iike Trojans on the arithmetic, but the soulvinspiring event of the day was the speIIing-bee. Mike Carcifero proudly stood at the head of the boys line, his dirty hands tucked into the pockets of his ragged corduroy trou- sers. Sadie Karain triumphantly led the girls, though she fingered the pIaits of her pink gingham skirt nervously, while listening eagerly to every word. AIong with Sadiee success came the mumps, and Rachel Schwarz, a Iong-Iegged, fair-haired, que-eyed girI, who stood next in line, was given the leadership. RacheI took ad- vantage of her promotion, for when the class was dismissed at noon, she lingered behind, and going up to Miss Havers bashfuIIy, said: Miss Eileen, could you lend me a nickel 'tiII I come back this afternoon? uCertainly, Rachel, said Eileen, and sent the child away singing. The money was returned and Eileen thought no more of it. Rachel, however, began to come every day for the nickel and Finally Eileen said: Rachel, I have no change to-day. Rachel's blue eyes kept on dancing as she said: Oh that's aII right, Miss Havers. You see I bring the meat home for dinner, with me, and if I don't borrow the money from you I have to make two tripse hrst home and then to the grocery. But it'll be an right. Goodebye, and she bounced out of the room. The weeks Hew by and the day before Thanksgiving found the pupils busy with some problems in fractions. Miss Eileen was adding the final touches to a Pa ge hfty-two gorgeous turkey gobbler, which one of the children had drawn on the blackboard, when she felt a tugging at her skirt. She dropped the chalk on the ledge and looking down saw Rosie Contadino mopping her tear-stained face With her ragged cuff, and holding a blurred, cracked slate, in the other hand. UOh, Miss Havers sobbed Rosie, her salty tears splashing on the slate. ujust look what Tony Granneti went and done. My problem's almost rubbed off. Eileen Havers adored Rose, the pet of the school. She would have given anything to have been able to punish Tony, but gritting her teeth, she led Rosie back to her desk and wiped the tears from the yougster's face with her own linen kerchief. Then taking an evil smelling sponge from a rusty baking powder can, she handed it to Rosie, saying: There, Rose, be a brave little girl and donit cry. I'm sure Tony didn't mean it. You won't have to do the example again, so you can wash your slate and put it away. i The other children heard Rosie sobbing and turned, one by one, to see what it was all ebout. Tony was much absorbed in cutting T. G. in his desk lid. Miss Eileen calmly walked to the board, added a few more resplendent touches to the gobbler, on which she was working When Rosie interrupted, called the class to order, and dismissed them for recess. Tony lingered at the end of the line, and Eileen called him back to her. His eyes cast upon the Hoot and kicking the end of the platform, he began: Gee, Miss Havers, I'm awful sorry I teased Rosie, this mornin', but you know sheis such a cute and the boy's black eyes danced with mischief. Eileen turned to look at Tony, but the devilish stare that caught her glance fright- ened her and biting her lips she said: iiYes, Tony, I know youire sorry anti you are never going to do it again. Will you stay after school a few minutes this afternoon and clean the board? Yesim. Can I ask one of the other fellows to stay, too? tiWell, Tony, lid rather you wouldnt; you see I want this to be a secret be- tween you and me. You understand. Now run along, and come in when the bell rings. The teacher turned to her desk anci began to correct the spelling papers, as Tony walked slowly toward the door. Suddenly, the Vivid coloring of the turkey gobbler on the board caught his eye and Without blinking an eyelash, he seized the felt eraser, rubbed it through the drawing, and made his exit, quick as a Hash. After the sound of footsteps had died away in the corridor, Eileen looked up from her work and caught sight of the blurred board. The hot blood rushed to her cheeks and tears to her eyes, as she sank back into her chair, wondering what to do with the boy. For more than the hundredth time she wondered if it were best to treat the child decently or to bully him. There were some very good points about the boy that needed encouragement, but every teacher in the building com- plained of him. Was she wrong or right?eShe didnit knowebut just at that moment Rosie came into the room clutching a large, redecheeked apple in her dimpied hand. - Here, Miss Havers, she said, me and Tony's made up. He giveid me this. Will you please cut it? You can have half. Eileen separated the apple with a bit of string and Rosie scampered out of the room, her teeth buried deep in the peace offering. Pane Gflyrthrr-n The teacher bit into the apple as she picked some dead leaves from a scrawny little fern that grew on her desk. She was nibbling away at the core when a dark Object hurled through the air and fell at her feet. Eileen jumped back, and look ing down saw the halt-eaten form of a dead rat. 1 he coarse laugh that she knew so well rang through the corridor and made her tremble. No one but Tony would have dared to do such a thing, Eileen thought, as she started for the door, but the sight of the blurred gobbler loomed before her and she turned her steps to the win- dow. Her fists were clenched and her white teeth buried in her ashen lips, as she muttered, HThe odds seem to be against me, but I will treat him decently and maybe sometime he'll A crackling sound interrupted her soliloquy and an odor of burning rags. made her rush to the stove. Several times before the children had thrown old slate rags into the fire and aroused her fearful dread of being trapped in a burning building, besides causing much excitement. The door of the stove was stubborn, but finally, after much tugging, yielded, and Eileen saw only a glowing bed of coals. She closed the door with a bang and smiled to herself, for being so childish, but as she turned to go to her desk a cloud of smoke poured into the room from the passageway, and blinded her. In an instant her only exit to the corridor was cut off. She made a mad rush for the window but the smoke grew thicker and thicker, and it was almost impossible for her to drag herself down the aisle. The heat was intenseethe window glass was crackling and the flames so near that Eileenys clothing was scorched. She made a desparate attempt to call out, but the smoke and Hames were too much for her and she fell face forward on the floor. Above the roar of the flames she heard the crash of falling glass and tried, in vain, to raise herself. A stout, dark object jumped into the crackling mass, ceiling, HMiss Eileen, Miss Eileen. The foot touched something, and bend, ing down he caught hold of Miss Havers' hand. He grabbed the coat from his head, threw it over her face and with his stout young arms about her girlish form started for the Window. His burden grew heavier, the Flames crept nearer, and his struggle became more desperate as he tried to clear the sill. Finally he reached the ladder and, trembling from head to foot, he descended from one round to the other into the yard, where hundreds of children cheered. The shouts of the bye standers and loud calls of the firemen awakened Eileen, and gazing up into the black, scarred face that bent above her, she muttered, uTony. It was a warm June night, and every seat in the great auditorium was taken, and throngs of people stood on tiptoe in the aisles. The last strains of the orches- tra died away, the curtains parted, and Dr. Anthony Grannetti, the youngest and most famous surgeon of the West, bowed before a brilliant audience. The peo- ple moved forward, craned their necks and stared at the doctor, who smiled back at them and said: Before beginning my lecture, ladies and gentlemen, I want to say that all I am and all that I ever hope to be, I owe, not to a sweetheart, wife or mother, as is usually the case in books, but to a teacher of my childhood, a young girl, who trusted and encouraged me when others despised me. It is to her the public owes a vote of thanks, for I am but the product of her encouragement? Shrieks of applause filled the house, and a little black-haired woman in the last row of the gallery, sobbed under her breath, as she dried the tears that ran down her faded cheeks. She slipped her thin, ink-stained fingers into the hand of her elderly companion and whispered softly, uWell, mother, 1 was right that morning. Page fifty-four The Ship ancl the Well A F ANTASY BY GERTRUDE EVERTS BRICE. OR many years the old ship had lain idle on the beach. The winds had filled her bottom with sand, and nothing was left of her rigging but a few dangling ropes and the dirty remnant of a tattered sail that fluttered against her one wormeeaten mast. The other mast had been lost, snapped off a few feet from the deck. How old she was! The adventures of her youth had been mere memories for many years. But she was not so old as the wall there behind her. He had been hoary with moss and vines when She was first stranded here on the shore. He was very ancient and had seen much of the Changing life of the world, but he had not traveled or seen the strange sights she had witnessed in her time. She still remembered the days of her strong prime, when the bitter winds from the north, Where the icehurgs sail like ghostly ships, had challenged her in the wild- est hurricanes. Neither had she forgotten those days,. when, rolling idly on the monotonous swell of the Indian Ocean, all her boards hacl shrunk under the blazing sun in the terrible calms of the tropics. 0, she had lived! Perhaps the greatest hour of all had been in her last night upon the sea. How the black waves had buffeted and lashed themselves into foam against her as she pitched ancl shivered! O, the wind and the seal The sea and the wind! The wonder and the glorious power of their passion! Dark clouds had rushed across the sky, the salt spume had blinded the men, great waves had broken over her deck, the cries of the men had been drowned in the furor of the roaring gale. The sailors, waist deep in water, lashed to her trembling masts, had frantically toiled and shrieked and prayed. They had prayed for their little souls so sick with fear. Then her mainemast snapped, and as she rolled on her beam the sea had clashed over her, sweeping her clear. The morning found her driven high upon the shore. Yes, that was a memorable night. Old men in the village behind the wall told stories about the great storm as they sat over their ale around the tavern fire. The old wall knew what terrors the night had seen; he knew, and through the years had smiled and frowned upon the sea, and on the shifting sand, and the old battered ship left there to keep him company. The wall, though very ancient, was dignified and firm. The ivy, clothing his sides, rustled and showed the light lining of its glossy leaves whenever the wind passed. The wall had been built hundreds of years ago to protect the little town whose crooked streets and quaint inhabitants he had watched over for generae Pa ge Fifty'five tions. He told the ship strange tales about the people there. A painter once found a little boy modeling in the sand. The artist helped the lad with money and influ- ence to become a great sculptor. During the time of knee breeches and cocked hats a fisherman's pretty wife ran away with a marquis. She came back to die at the old wall's feet where her deserted husband found her with her crowing baby held fast in her dead arms. Many lovers' trysts the wall had seen, and in later years young people came to sit in the shadow of the ancient bark. There they watched the sky throbbing with stars and the track of Diana's sandals across the swelling sea. The old ship looked at the yellow sand between herself and the wall, and at the bright waves dancing and laughing in the sun as they ran up to kiss her side, and thought much about the changes time had brought about, and of the mystery of the unchanging ocean. The sun shone warmly on her and on the kind, old wall. With all his ivy twinkling ancl rippling, he spoke to her. Art thou content? A cloud, coming between them and the sun, threw a shadow like a sad thought over them. The little waves lapped softly at the sunken keel. Is one ever content with his present lot? she asked. But for one thing I should be quite happy. What do you wish? asked the wall. My life has been an eventful one, she replied. My experiences have taught me to accept circumstances without complaint. Is it not circumstance that governs all of us? Even men who possess what we do not, a creative will, seldom rise above and master circumstance. But we, who are governed wholly by the tides of chance should be more submissive in the contemplation of our des- tinies. I so much wish to die at sea! I long to be once more among the elements I love, even though their fury break me and make an end of me. I should like to sink to my grave out there beneath the mighty deep, but I must be content to crumble to dust here in the sand. Fate is but a mockery! The wall was silent, but his sunny, smiling aSpect changed. He became dark and stem and the sibilant ivy leaves murmured sorrowfully. Perhaps the change was due to the swiftly gathering clouds that hid the sun. The little waves heard the ships words and told the sea breeze. The breeze felt sorry, and, wrapping himself in his mist cloak, went to his father the great trade wind. After long deliberation the trade wind granted his son's request, that the antique vessel might be borne to sea. So messengers were sent to bring Zephyr from his frolics in the Oregon forests, where the mountain torrenta leap clown the Rockies in foaming cataracts. He arrived in the torrid zone, hot and blustering. After listening to the breeze, and grumbling a great deal at being called to make such a journey for the sake of a miserable olcl hull stranded on the Irish coast, he took himself off with such a roar that the waves leaped in wild terror. The tide Page fiftyusix promised to help the west wind as he Hew near the Irish shore, and Zephyr burst into a great laugh, frightening the people with his merry storms. Early in the evening great bronze clouds came chasing up the sky from the horizon. The copper-tinted sea grew darker in the swiftly gathering gloom, and reflected ominously the lurid scud. Made fearful by the shrieking 0f the rushing wind, the night set in. The old ship creaked and shivered in the gale. Each board and plank in her cried aloud as the blast struck. With a great leap of joy she felt herself torn out of the sand, and lifted on the rushing waves. The surf pounded madly against the strong, old wall, who trembled with the shock. He felt his great age as never before, and as the seething water sucked the sand from un- der his tottering feet, he felt that the end of his long life of watching was at hand. He stood erect, withstanding the furious waves and the boisterous wind, but the turning of the tide bore away the relic of the once stately ship. Farewell, he called, through the beating ivy. iiThere are dynamic forces greater than circumstance, the power of whose intricate workings we do not guess. Even with the knowledge of the eternal iwill to live,' which of us can foretell his destiny? The sand was sinking under his slipping feet. The ivy felt him quiver from base to cornice. The branches were torn as if the wall Were rending his garments in woe. Zephyr roared with mirth as he tossed the great foaming waves against the breaking heart of the staunch old veteran. In the bleak dawn the wall gave way with a crashing groan, and the sea rushed into the town. After many days of warring elements, of destruction, of dread, of death, 01d Zephyr Hew oft to toss the tops of the redwoods in California, leaving the struggling survivors in the devastated Irish Village to mourn their dead and to restore the town. The sun shone on a sapphire sea, the white beach, and the ruins of the wall. Shin- ing drops like tears stood on the massive stones that had fallen down to till the hollow in the sand where the 01d ship had been. To-day, among the ancients of that village, you may hear many strange tales of the sea. Only a few old gaffers whose blue eyes still twinkle, but whose black hair has long been gray, remember the great storm that bore away the ship and shattered the old wall. They speak with awe over their long-stemmed pipes, nod- ding their heads in reminiscent wonder. Some of the oldest among them lost wives or sweethearts in the Hood, but most were children at the time, and never since have they witnessed anything to compare with the terrors of that tempest. Many think that the ivy loosened the stones of the wail. and, when the sand and earth were washed away, it could no longer stand. Some say the gale, tearing at the ivy branches which clung between the stones, weakened the massive masonry. One old Fish wife, who contentedly smokes a stumpy black pipe, says the truth of the matter lay in the wali's affection for the ship. He could not bear to live longer without her company. The others laugh and wink, and puff their pipes. She is old and foolish, they say, and they nod to one another knowingly. Page rifty-sevml The Opened Door BY GERTRUDE EVERTS BRICE. I was restless, within me strove a great yearning; My chained heart longed for freedom, as a caged bird for the open sky. I searched for life's meaning in secret, in vain I read the works of scholars, Blind were my weary eyes, for the house of my soul was darke- Till one day you opened its door. You called me out into the sunlight. Why had I never thought to open the door myself? Enchantment BY GERTRUDE EVERTS BRICE. Starlight entangled in a girl's sweet hair, The warm whisper ofa little sigh From fresh lips parting like an opening bud, Woven weblike in great Circe's loom. Page fifty-eig'ht S OCIETy Page Hfty-ninc SOCIETY September 26, 1914 w The Little Playhouse openeoI its doors for the first time with a brilliant reception given by Mrs. Helen Schuster-Martin from 3 to 6 o'clock and from 8 to 1 1 o'clock P. M. The programs given in dedication of the new building inc1uded addresses by Mrs. Martin, Mr. Cooper and Mr. Thomas L. Pogue, President WalnutHills Business Men's Club, and readings by Hazel Clayton Sloyer and Mrs. Crofton. Miss Dough- erty sang, accompanied by Mr. Schehl. September 30, 1914 w The Juniors entertained the Seniors with a masque Hallowe'en dance. The decorations were carried out in yellow and black, and the refreshments were truly in season, being doughnuts, apples and cider. Some very comic and clever ideas were carried out in the costumes and makevups which caused much merriment. November 22, 1914 - Edna Grace Ramsey entertained the Seniors with a delicious dinner. Covers were placed for twelve. The table was very attractive in its dainty yellow and white, the Senior Class Colors, which were the prevailing colors throughout the room. December 7, 1914 a Mrs. Schuster-Martin received in the Browning Studio of the Little Playhouse in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Tyrone-Power, who were in Cincinnati for the weekend. Miss Borkes and Miss MacLean presided at the tea table, and Miss Gertrude Brice appeared in the costume of Queen Elizabeth which she was to wear in the forth- coming production of uThe Dark Lady of the Sonnets. As she entered the room, the guests gave way, and she advanced to Mr. Power, who, like a loyal subject of Britain, raised the hand of the sovereign to his lips. Mrs. Reaume, Mrs. Martinis sister, also assisted. Among the guests were several members of the MacDowell Society, of which Mrs. Martin is a member, including Mrs. Telford Croesbeck, Mr. and Mrs. Albert Merrill, Miss Helen Hinkle, Dr. Phillip Ogden, Mrs. Samuel Allen, Miss Emily Collins, Mrs. George D. Colter, Mrs. Faulkner, Mr. and Mrs. Hillhouse, Rev. Francis H. Richey and Miss Marion Devereaux. December 16, 19 I 4 - The Seniors entertained the Juniors with a cotillion dance. Christmas greens were used for decorations, the red h011y berries and waxlike c1usters of mistletoe adding bright touches here and there. Punch was served in the reception room, and although the favors were very simple, they caused a great deal of laughter and merriment. The guests left assuring the hostesses that they had had a regular good time.n january 21,1915 - One of the foremost events of the year was on this date, when Mr. and Mrs. W. W. Martin entertained the MacDowell Society of Cincinnati. As the program Page sixty for the evening had been kept secret, there was an air of mystery which greatly added to the members' anticipation of a ugood time. First, they found artistically arranged tables set out in the hall of the Little Playhouse beautifully decorated with Japanese baskets and Etruscan vases Filled with narcissi and roses. As the guests took their places at the pretty tables, with their soft-shaded candles and beautiful Howers, the drawn curtain of the stage met their gaze. When it parted the uBribe, a play in three acts by Seumas OiKelly, was enacted by the Little Playhouse Com- pany. Between the acts, Miss Irene GrifEn entertained the guests with musical recitations, while white-coated waiters served coffee and sandwiches. When the play was over, the hall was cleared and a merry dance ensued, bring- ing the evening to a close. Mrs. Martip, in her white lace gown, was a picture of loveliness as she bade her guests good-night, receiving from one and all praise for the wonderful success of the evening. january 23, 1915 e Mrs. Schuster-Martin, assisted by Miss Estelle Borkes, entertainedlvery prettity with a linen shower for Mrs. Florence Bridgeford Shrober. Many of the former pupils of the school were present, and it seemed like old times to be with the girls of 'I 4 again. January 31,1915- Miss Clothilde Heiman entertained the Seniors with a pretty tea. The table was decorated in yellow and White in honor of the guests, a combination of color that easily lent itself to decorations. The soft light from the yellow shaded canciles gave a touch of warmth and intimacy t0 teh pleasant gathering, and Miss Heiman certainly proved the excellent gift of being a charming hostess. February 16, 19l5 e A subscription dance was given at the Little Playhouse. The committee in charge included Misses Clothilde Heiman, Olga Reinstatier, Mary Harrington, Edna Rohan, Marie Daugherty, Gertrude Cash, Madelaine Mitchell, Nolia Gatliff and Hazel Sloyer. March 20, I915- Miss Marion Reeves entertained the Seniors with a charming dinnerddance at the home of her aunt, Mrs. Herman Ballenberg, in Hyde Park. The dinner was delicious and the company congenial. All had a splendid time, and congratulated Marion 0n the success of the evening, Which was certainly one of the most enjoyable society events of the year. April 6, I915 -- The Schuster School gave a iiRube Dance. The girls came in sunbonnets and aprons, the men in all kinds of informal costumes, from Palm Beach linens to village cut-up style. Everyone hed a rip-roarin' time. April 24, 1915 e The Junior Class held a cake sale for raising funds with which to present the school with an Edison Diamond Disk Phonograph. Part of the money was made at the cake saie and they expect to raise the rest by a Poverty Dance, May 18, and a lawn fete later in the summer. Page sixtonnc EDHTCCDRHALS A Year Book of the Schuster School EDITORIAL STAFF FOR l9l5 Vol. I No. I Gertrude Everts Brice . . . . . . . Editor Irene Spencer . . . . . . . Humorous Editor Pauline G. MacLean . . . . . Dramatic Reporter Olga Reinstatler . . . . . . Society Reporter Nolia Gatliff . . . . . . . Illustrations Edna Rohan . . . . . . . Business Manager Mrs. Helen SchusteraMartin I Miss Mary Grace Hulsman Page sixty-lwn Faculty Advisers The First Annual During the history of the Schuster School many classes have thought about and discussed a Year Book, but not until the rise into power of the Class of 1915 did the Fates seem to favor the production of such a book. For the past eight years it has been the custom of each class to leave the school some gift or some new institution whereby that particular class shoulci be remembered. Feeling that the gods were with us, the class of il5 determined to actually materialize the dreams of preceding classes in the form of an Annual. The first seed was sown last year 0914i when Irene Crifhn and the class of ,14, of which Miss Griffin was a member, discussed the project. For several reasons they were unable to carry out their plans, and When the members of the class of ,15 met in September, he hold! in the minds of each the seed had already germinated. The plant has grown and blossomed and fructified. Here, then, with no little pride, the class of 19l5 presents the ripe fruit to the school: The first number of the Schuster Annual. The Christening The Annual shall be named The Proscenium. F or many weeks the editor and her allies racked their already overburdened brains for a suitable name for their magazine. Finally, at a joint meeting of the Junior and Senior Classes and the Faculty, The Proscenium was suggested among other titles. The Proscenium seems to us to include what the Annual stands for as a Year Book of a School of Expression and Dramatic Art. All our public perform- ances, whether in the form of recitals or plays, are presented to the public framed by the proscenium arch. The training of the School endeavors to educate its students to a broad and healthful view of life which the art that it teaches essays to portray, and since All the worldis a stage eor prosceniumeupon which we fret and strut our little hour, we feel that this title includes everything that our book represents in its depiction of the life of the School. Page sixty-three .muuum u - . THE LITTLE PLAYHOUSE Page siny-four rl-he Little Playhouse When the class of '15 assembled last September after the summer vacation, 10! all was changed! A new and artistic edifice stoodeas yet not quite complete -in the place of the old school. The beautiful lawn was no more, and the little that was left of it was a patch of muddy earth cluttered over with planks and plaster, and the usual debris of building materials. In a few short weeks, hOWe ever, all was reduced to order and beauty. The new hall with its small stage, on which our intimate drama was to be produeed, was named The Little Playhouse, and the six studios above it were named after famous musicians and writers. Mrs. Martin's room was christened the Browning Studio. Miss Hulsman took a vote from the Seniors and Juniors 0n the name for the English andLiteraturelabora- tory. Tennyson was chosen, and Miss Hulsman placed a picture of the poet above her desk. The Kindergarten Room was named the Longfellow Studio, since he is such a favorite with the Children, and the room in which we hold our theory and voice classes, as well as makeiup, was called the Curry Studio. Mr. Schehl named the music studio after Schubert, and the first notes from the piano were those of a Schubert Symphony. t In these six studios, in the hall and on the Stage of the Little Playhouse our senior year has been passed. We hope that the classes to come will find as much inspiration, pleasant work, and healthful pleasure as we have enjoyed here. We go out from the portal of The Little Playhouse leaving behind us our best wishes for its continued success! Page sixty-fwe Officers of the Alumni Birdie M. Smith . . . . President Mrs. Mary Hildreth-Crofton . . Vice-President Miss Fannie Riehle . Secretary and Treasurer MISS BIRDIE M. SMITH qhe Alumni Assoeiation of the Schuster School HE Alumni of any school is its greatest advertisement. To be able to send students to all parts of the globe, having unconsciously instilled into them such love and devotion to their Alma Mater that they will lay aside their own interests and an- nually come together for a reunion is an art within itself. This we attribute to the magnetism of the Directress of the Schuster School. Such is the opinion of the writer, who has been President of the Alumni for three years. i It is a joy to be in attendance at a Schuster Alumni Banquet, and each year the enthusiasm is multiplied, as the new class is received into the Association. Many members have graduated and gone out to honor the School and to make a name for themselves. Among those who have become well known are: Emma Reaume UVIrs. Tyrone PowerL Class of '99; Mrs. Blanche Bartlet, Class of '12, with the Redpath Lyceum Bureau; Miss Frances Riehle, Class of .i0, Schuster School Faculty; Miss Hazel Sloyer, Class of '13, Schuster School Faculty; Mrs. Edith Hunt-jonas, Class of 'i I, Schuster School Faculty; Edson Thuriow White, Class of '01, Stage; Robert Lee Hill, Class Of '98, Stage; Howard Dodson, Class of ,02, Stage; Boyd Agin, Class of ii I ; Stage. Many are holding positions as teachers, either at the head of their own schools or holding the chair of expression in prominent institutions. This year the Alumni Reunion will be held on Wednesday, June 9th, the members of the graduating class being guests of honor. Page sixty-six BILLY MARTIN THE. SCHUSTER MASCOT Pa ge sixty- seven mmus OVER-CHOOR ! Scene e Dressing room, make-up shelf at center, bare, mirror, lights and a chair; rack cross- wise of the stage, with nails to hang wall sheet, which is to be used as a screen. A sign, No Smoking A110Wed,u over the make-up shelf. Characters e- Millie Tempest, chorus girl; the Voice of the Call Boy; the Voice of the Ward- robe Woman; the Jewish Voice of a Tailor toff stageI. At rise of curtain, stage is empty. CALL BOY Ioff stageI 'A-a-a-lf-ower! 'A-a-alf-ower! IA door bangs of stage. I CALL BOY Say, wadaya mean, gettin' in after the ,alf owers' called? MILLIE Iroff stageI It ain,t after the half hour! Yer watch is crabby! Yer fast, kid-fer the first time in yer life! CALL BOY Say, none a' yer back talk H MILLIE Istill off stageI Say, beat it! beat it! Wadaya think you are? The manager? No, you won't fine me! Report me then! Report me! See if I care! I She enters, banging the door behind hcr.I Y' poor simp! IShe is in tawdry, smart street costume, hat and coat, and she carries a battered tin make-up box and a big sheet, done up around a bulging bundle. It is a regular wall sheet with loops to hang on the nails, and pockets in the lower ectges, bulging with slippers, towels, make-up articles, feather headdresses and a mirror. She bangs the box down on the shelf. I MILLIE ,D anybody mark a place for me? Thanks, Ollie, do as much for you, some week! Gee, the cars crawl in this town, like to never got here. Where 'm I hang- in'? I She begins 10 unfaslen bundle. I On that rack? What's the matter With them hooks over by the door? Well, gee, Mary, you ain't got Clothes enough to Page sixtyeeighl sprawl over all them hooks! Oh! Well, I suppose my street clothes can be rolled in a heap, and walked on! Yes, I'll take that rack, but it's the last time! Last week I didn't have no light, this week I don't get no wall hooks! Wadaya mean, I Ought to get here early? Mary Foster, you mind your own business, and quit pullin' that cracked comedy, or Illl make some tragedy out of it! iShe hangs the sheets on the nails. Then she takes a key from her purse, unlocks her make-up box and begins taking out her cosmetics. All the while she talksl Say, where's the nearest drug store? I'll have to send the property boy out fer some Stein's White; mine's near all gone e no, it ain't - here's a piece! Gee, my nails need manicurin', look at ,em! VOICE. OF THE WARDROBE WOMAN Say, Miss Tempest! Will you kindly git out here an, git yer wardrobe? Wadaya think this is? I ain't yer mother. I cant stand here holdini yer clothes all day! I got a make-up to put on myself, an, a few clothes! You need a maid, to fetch and carry fer you! MlLLlE What's the row? Wardrobe? Well, wait a minute. W. W. lofl2 stagel Well, I wont wait; youill git yer wardrobe this minute or I'll report you! i Yelling. J Wardrobe! MILLIE lgoing to the door and looking outj What's that report stuff? Everybodyis doin' it! Gimme that wardrobe an' shut up!. Gawd! on a re'glar show, a wardrobe woman knows her place. You'd think ours was a primma donna or somethini! tShe bangs the door returning with an arm- load of costumes, which she hangs on the sheet. She disappears behind the sheet and reap- pears in a kimono, a scant, faded, red affair. that she holcls tightly around her. She takes down her hair and does it perfectly straight in a hard little knot. with a wisp sticking out. She rolls up her sleeves, gets a towel, dives into her cold cream, and begins putting on an exage gerated make-up. She never ceases talkingl Say, l gotta find somebody I can borrow money from! Anybody here got any? Donit all speak at' once. Y' deafen me! All broke? Ainit it Fierce the way us poor girls is strapped by the middle of the week? Maybe Norman can lend me some. He's the bestehearted gink! Where's my cosmetic? Say, Ollie, my candle's near all gone. You can pay me back the one you borrowed! An' I owe a laundry bill for ten cents, an' the towels the laundry sent back looks worsein when I sent ,em out! llm a good notion not to pay for ,em. I'll make a kick! Maybe I can get away with it. Ten cents to the good if I can. Say, Mary Foster, who asked you to criticize my make-up? My lips ain't crooked, an, if they was, it's nothiria to you! Well, you mind your own business! Kiss the hem of my skirt, Mary, you'll never see the day you'll put on the make-up I do. Say, Whose got any bandoline? Iill never make my hair to stay down in clips without it! Maybe I Page sixty-nine can stick 'em down with soap! Who thought to bring soap! Gee, ain't they no runninl water in the room! WatIIl I do? Well, Iill never be on! ITO herself. I Shut up, Millie, you'll be on an like it! ITbere is a bang al the door.I CALL BOY Say! Tempest! Y' never signed the book! MILLIE Well, fer Cawd's sake sign for me.r It wont give you writer's cramp. You know Ijm here! CALL BOY Say, wadaya think I am? I ain't yer mother! MILLIE Aw, sign an' shut up. CALL BOY Irin an enormous voiceI Fuf-teen minits, fuf-teen minits. Evibocly on stage when I call overchoor! MILLIE Ichanging her shoes for pumpsI Gee, I'll never be on! VOICE. OF TAILOR Ioff stageI Tailor! Any glose to be gleaned an' hressed? MILLIE Igrabs up a shoe and Fires it at the doorI Beat it. No! we ain't got no Clothes to be cleaned. Wadaya mean, comin' round when we're hurryin, like this? Get out! I She begins to dress her hair. I CALL BOY Iat doorI Laundry! Got any laundry to be sent out? MILLIE IwildlyI Say, will you git away from that door! We ain't got no time fer laundry now! An' I ainit gonna pay you for What you done! Them towels is awful! IA sbort squabble between them, then -I Get out! ISbe qus the other shoe. Suddenly she stands iransjixed She stares about, the picture of terror. I Who's whistlin, in here? Mary Foster! You poor amachoorl Wadaya mean, whistlin' in this room? It ain,t a superstition! Every time anybody whistles in a dressin' room, the person next the dodr gets Bred! An' I'm nearest to the door! There ain't nothin' you can do now. Well, go outside an' turn around three times, an, cross yourself. Gee, I'd rather have the witches, curse on me! Well, fer the love of Mike, will you look at that Foster girl's slippers! She's got 'em on the dressin' table! Kin y, emagine it? It's the worst luck you can haveli Sure sign youill walk out an' never come back! EShC takes a cigarette from her make-up box and lights I'LI Huh? Wadaya mean, No Smokin'? Well, I don't believe in signs! Iwa goes behind the sheet. A moment later she emerges in a Page seventy bespanglcd coslumc which she struggles to hook. 1 Kin you beat these costumes? Honest. lwouldn't ask a dog to wear 'em! Why, they're so old they're fallin' to pieces! 1 should worry! I ain't no seamstress. 111 go out with my back stickin' out before I'll sew a stitch! Say, why, why won't the thing hook? CALL BOY Over-choor - OoO-ower-choor! MILLIE l-Sinlfs info flier chair, almost in tears. I It wonat hook! It won't hook! lt worft hook! Whafll I do? I'll never be on! iShc springs up, wrestles with 1'! again, gives it up- stufs a powder puf in the bosom of the dress, pins on a false curl at an awful angleiii'ifills her mouth wifh pins and aliacks the dress once morej CALL BOY O-ver Choor! ! ! ! Tem-pust. MILLIE lShe spits pins in every direction, and dashes for the door, crying I---Comin y' rummie, keep yer shirt on! Hold that curtain. Comin' I says! Wait a minit. Comin'! Gee, this is some show! CURTAIN Our Chorus Girl Correspondent Class of 1911 Page seventy-nne JUNIOR WIT Junior e Why does Laura Hoffman resemble a violin? Seniorel don? know. Why? Junior Uacetiouslyyw Because she's so often seen with a beau. HEARD IN MAKEUP CLASS Mr. Agin was explaining the fact that Eucalyptus was used in a certain kind of make-up. Huh, said Betty Langmeier, looking up with the putty nose she was trying to blend in with her own features dented queerly in the middle and ludicrously point- ing sidewise, HI thought that was some kind of fits. AT REHEARSAL FOR HTHE BRIBE The Director e Monday night, dress rehearsal. Edna Rohan e But my costume won't be finished. Mr. Agin tinnocentlyy- 0 well, just wear a suggestion. SCANDAL IN THE OWL! Dignified Member of Schuster School Faculty Reported Engaged in SNOW FIGHT IN COLLEGE HILL It is reported that the Dramatic Director of the Schuster School deported him- self in such a manner on the Sanitarium grounds that one of the keepers mistook him for an inmate. The leading man was thIOWn dOWn twice, and several of the girls' faces were severely chapped when they next appeared at school. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS What length ought Gertrude Brice's petticoats be? A little above two feet. What is the first thing Clothilde Heiman looks for in Church? The hymns thimsl I What does A1. Cash take from you before you know it:J Your photograph. Why is Edna Rohan like an umbrella? Because she is accustomed to reign. Why does Miss Griffin often call the moon the silver moon? Because it comes in halves and quarters. Why is Clothilde Heiman like salad? They both take a lot of dressing. - Olga Reinstatler. Page seventy-two FACTS AND FICTION We all know how sensitive Betty Langmeier is about the length of her nose and therefore think this is one on her. Betty, through some sad Chance, scratched her nose, which started to bleed just as she was on her way to the library to secure that last volume of - well, we won't tell on you this time. She asked her aunt if there was any court plaster in the house. After being informed that there was some in her sewing basket, Betty quickly had the scratch covered. Down in the library she noticed that everyone Who looked closely at her smiled, and the Clerk laughed outright. Very much annoyed, on returning home, she met one of the girls and asked if there was anything wrong with her appearance. uWell, I should think there is! What's that you've got on your nose? uCourt plaster.n uCourt plaster nothing; it's a label from a reef of cotton that says iWarranted 200 yards 10ng.' ,. Betty says she'll never grab anything in the dark again. Someone asked Rickey on returning from supper the other night if he tipped the waiter; he said he did, so to speak - he turned him down. The other day as Esther McHenry was coming up to school on an Evanston car, which, wonderful to relate, was quite empty With the exception of one man, who, as she entered, arose, made her an unsteady but elaborate bow, and said, Madam, please be kind ,nough to asshept thish plashe. There was nothing else for her to do, so she thanked him and sat clown. All the way up the poor idiot hung to the strap, swaying in the breeze, with not a soul in the car except Esther and the conductor. Occasionally we have known Esther to be mistaken for other people UVlarie Dressler, for instancei , but we think it really pathetic that her avoirdupois is increasing to such an extent as to lead her to be taken for a carfull. John Alexander is reminded that, no matter how high his head may be, his feet are still on a level with Rickey's. I N M E M O R I A M Edwin Rickey it was with extreme sorrow that we received word of the artistic decease of one of our most prominent and promising adherents. We have sustained a grievous loss. Our Director and Property Man is no more. He has departed this life for realms unknown to us, where he fills his little place in the eternal scheme of things by selling sewer lids to improve the drainage of southern towns. Alas, poor Edwin! We lament the day That Lucre called thee from Art's tedious way. Tears for thy dead. soul from our eyes do well, As, unconsoled, we say our last farewell! Page seventy-three To Edith Gilligan, one-time member of the Junior Class, we in- scribe this epitaph: She Read ttMirandy,i and came to her end. The Post Scholarship Pupil, whose loss we lament, Cried all night for her Mamma, then back home she went, WE. WONDER Why artists should never marry. What became of Evervaat lf Edna Ramsey was ever on time. if Warbling', is a synonym for iiBleating. If Gertrude Brice ever combs her hair. What would happen if Betty Langmeier forgot to imitate the magpie. If Al. Cash was ever serious. If Faith has any hopes. If John Alexander ever stuck to the same girl for more than a week. If Bert Thompson will ever land a job. Why Boyd shaved his moustache. If a horse knows its actual size tClothilde will tell you the answerj GREAT DISCOVERY IN THE WORLD OF SCIENCE Laughter is a contagious disease. It has recently been proved by the discovery of the microbe in a close examination of Esther McHenry's laugh. GAUS ELEGY tWith Apologies to Thomas Crayl The school gong tolls the knell 0f parting day, In students' lockers turned is the last key, Boyd on the Crosstown jolts his homewarcl way, Leaving the stage to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering shaft of sunset light, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save in the office Where John claims a right To know if thru his part the plot unfolds; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled towir Across the way the moping owls complain; Save where the drapiries left by Tyrone Power Swish in the breeze and softly fall again. Page seventy-fnur Beneath this stucco roof, that borders shade, Behind these footlights turned off now to keep Down the electric bills, Frank Gau hath made His hearers roar with laughter till they weep. For him no more these blazing foots shall burn, Or busy prop-man ply his usual care, No audience will here ask his return For encores, beg for more and more to spare. Oft dithhe people to his power yield, He had a knack of telling an old joke With such persuasive unction, it appealed To one and all till laughter from them broke. Let not Ambition mock his short-lived toil, His Heeting wit, his destiny obscure, Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile That he was Comedy's apt cynosure. Nor you, ye proud, impute to him the fault If Memory to his wit no trbphies raise, Where thru the aisle and thru the Playhouse Vault The loud applause swells with the note of praise. Th' applause of listening thousands to command, Managers and Directors to despise, To scatter bathos to a smiling band Of tired business men with heavy eyes. His lot forbade; ah, Frank, what can assuage Thy loss, for thy airtistic soul is fled? We scrawi thine epitaph and leave the stage Empty save for the phantoms of its dead. THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Art, Genius, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Thalia smiled, but he could not depart From Business, who has claimed him for his own. Edwin Rickey, recently returned from the road, has announced his engagement to a Georgia girl. Is she to be congratulated or mourned? asked Mr. Agin. Page seventy-Eve DO YOU REMEMBER The second performance of the HDark Lady of the Sonnets? The First performance of USpreading the News? Mrs. Fallon's make-up? The basket that wouldnit upset? How Al. Cash said iiYes, papa? Mr. Agin's moustache? The time Hilda Ruthman lost her skirt on the stage? The performance of nThe Forest? How indignant Bert Thompson was when Miss Butler rang down the curtain on his only speech in Judas Maccabeus? Mr. Kappen's legs in uMuch Ado? Lucile Livingston in uThe Minister's WifePh Jennie Maurie? The performance of uLady Bountiful at Pleasant Ridge? The Big Cake Sale? When we et at Chester Park? SCHUSTERS AT CHESTER PARK One time, when we wuz at Schuster's And we went to Chester Park, Where they's ist hut thrills an, dips and bumps An' ali's out doors an' air! And spiral slides, an' merry-goerounds, An' horses on 'em, yes, and these Jolly girls, ist ride all they please. En stop 'em ef you dare. Wy' wunst one time when we wuz there We et out on the porch. Wite where you looked out on the lake The table wuz; and we Let all the Seniors come an' take Their lunch with us - an' tea. Twaz awful funny - I could see The redacapped dolls nod their heads at me. And we ist sung an' laughed to see Miss Bridgeford kick so high An' Faculty there, an' all, an' we e We et out onIthe porch. Page seventywsix An' we ist et ice cream and sweets At ma donyt 10w us to - An' beefsteak san'wich, don't like meats Like other folks, do you? An' all the time the wind blowed there An, we could feel it in our hair An, ist see coasters everwhere! An' we ist yelled and laughed And they don,t care, When we et at Chester Park. - Marion T. Reeves, ' l 6. Page seventy-seven Page seventyreight SENIOR CLASS SONG Tune - Poor Pauline We're the Seniors glad and gay, Ready for work or for play, And there's no one that can say We were ever shirkers. Schuster School to us is near, For we love and hold it dear, And when mem'ries will appear, Schuster will be brightest. Helen Schuster we love the best of all, She speaks, her words become the Senior law. Gertrude Brice is tall and slim, Irene Spencer's nice and prim, Edna Ramsey lithe of limb, And Paulirie is artful. Edna Rohan is our wit, Nolia Catlift has the grit, Faith, she sometimes makes a hit, Olga is our beauty. We are Seniors, alas, but one short year! Our teachers love and hold us very dear. Chorus e We're the Seniors of the Schuster School, The Class of Nineteen Fifteen are, And you'll travel mighty far Before yougll find such brilliant stars As this class cloth offer. Seniors, Seniors, we will ever be, And loyal to the school we do revere. U-pi-deeea-deeva-dah I Ree, Ree! Ray, Ray! Rah, Rah, Rah! Schuster School! Seniors! Nineteen FifteenH - Faith Virginia Tracy. TO THE SCHUSTER STUDENTS AND FRIENDS OF THE SCHOOL The advertisers have showed their faith in our venture by supporting our first Annual. Show your faith in us by patronizing the advertisers. Page seventyuuine THE BEST ICE CREAM FOR ALL PURPOSES THE FRENCH BROS. -BAUER CO. Phone North I3 20 THADEN Florist THE FLOWER SHOP 25H Gilbert Avg. Peebles Corner CHOICE CUT FLOWERS Decorations for all Occasions QUALITY PRINTERS PEEBLES CORNER PRINTING CO. 2508 Melrose Ava, Peebles Corner Cincinnati, Ohio Phone. North I 376 EYE WORK TO HELP YOU WORK Wouldn't it be a satisfaction to know whether things look the same to you as they do to other people? Let me help you. HARRY C. WINSTON, Optometrist THE EMRIE OPTICAL CO. 436 Race 5t. Page eighty CHURNGOLD OLEOMARGARINE Must Be Good. Why? For several years CHURNGOLD has been making friends everywhere People have learned to know that CHURNGOLD is a sweet, palatable spread for bread that comes to them fresh and pure always. CHURNCOLD must be good, for thousands of thrifty housewives use it daily. It must be good, because it's our business to make CHURNGOLD so good that you will continue using it after you have tried the first pound. Consumers Should iearn to Color CHURNGOLD at home to a rich June shade and save IO cents on each pound. This privilege is reserved by law to consumers only for their family table. SOLE CHURNERS THE OHIO BUTTERINE COMPANY CINCINNATI Page cighty-onc Open an Account with THE WALNUT HILLS BRANCH GRADUATION GIFTS Of the PROVIDENT SAVINGS BANK 8: TRUST COMPANY J . REINSTATLER PCCbICS Corner. Mclrose and McMillan StS- WEST END Bonds Bought and Sold JEWELER AND OPTICIAN TravelerS' Cheques Real Estate CLARK AND BAYMILLER STS. 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Gross are of the highest artistic excellence, and appeal to the refmed and cultured class. ' Their instruments are found in a large number of the homes situated in the beautiful suburbs of Cincinnati. While we are on the subject of musical instruments. I wish to say a few words regarding the talking machine industry, which has become so popular in recent years. The Phonograph Annex of Geo. P. Cross is one of the most complete Talking Machine Departments in the city. and the only store where you can hear the New Victor Victrola-Columbia Grafonola and Edison Dia- mond Disc Phonographs side by side. to compare the tone of each before making your selection. If you are thinking of buying an instrument of any kind, I advise you to call on Geo. P. Gross, Corner Main and Woodward Sts., Cincinnatiy Ohio. Page eighty-six