Senn High School - Forum Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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THE FORUM T'weuty4.re'uen a neighboring sideboard, knocking over in its flight an electric light globe, which fell to the Hoor with a crash and lay there in a thousand pieces. Land sakes alive! said Mrs. Binks in anger, seizing the cat and placing it in the wash tub with no gentle hand, if this don't beat all! I told Mr. Binks ex- pressly not to set the globe down, but to hang it up right away. But it only shows what sense he's got. She moved over to the window with menace in her face, but changed to a softer mood when she be- held her spouse sprawling on the grass with the children romping on him and pulling his hair, much to the enjoyment of the new neighbors. I guess that's punishment enough for the poor man, she remarked, as she turned away from the window. Since there is no rest for the wicked, he can just amuse them a few minutes longer while I lie down and rest my tired nerves. Marion Dittman. EXTRACTS FROM THE DIARY OF A SOPHOMORE. March 7.-We have decided to have a party in 301, Friday, March 16. Mariam Schumacher was commissioned to obtain 301 for us. March 8.-An extra meeting to-night. Troubles never come singly-the committee divided, doubt as to whether we can have 301, and almost all our previous plans re- vised! March 9.-Committee still divided as to refreshments, and there is doubt concern- ing 301, ot.herwise everything 0. K. March 12.-Have decided upon refresh- ments. Special candy ordered. Janet Tops ping will order special cakes, Dorothy Cook special ice-cream. A game proposed by Ardelle Baker will be played. Margaret Black will buy shamrocks and Irish flags. March 14.-There will be one piano and two vocal solos. Miss Jeifery instructed eight girls in an Irish Jig during seventh and eight hours to-day. They will prac- tice Friday the first period. Costumes are planned for the occasion. We have room 301-Hurrah! March 15.-Went to Clai1'e's home to- night to practice the Jig. Patrick!-He's the only for giving a party. March 16.-After our guests assembled afternoon, lively God bless Saint excuse we have in the music room this N games were played until the ice was broken and all felt at home. Then the following program was carried out: Solo ................... Auf Wiedersehen Beulah McGee Dance ............. St. Patrick's Day Jig Elizabeth Hoods, Dorothy Spills, Ruth Senf, Clara Poggenaee, Esther Elsholz, Esybil Goodman, Grace Roe, Janet Topping. Solo ...,..................... Irish Song I Ardelle Baker Piano Solo ............ Drowsy Afternoon Q Clara Poggensee Reading . .............. St. Patrick's Day Alice Foy The dancers in green and white cus- tumes made 'such a hit, that at the request of all, they gave it over again. After lis- tening to the lively accompaniments, played by Margaret Wiegand and Agatha Cavallo, everyone felt like dancing the Irish Jig themselves, so the floor was cleared, and all began to dance up an appetite. Later, green and white refreshments of ice-cream, Cakes, and candy were servedg also a spe- cial plate of fumigated cookies, left over from the -Valentine Party, with a huge sign explaining the joke and inviting all to eat. Then followed some more dancing, and finally the merry party very reluctantly departed, all giving Miss Christman and the puils of 258 a vote of thanks for the pleasant afternoon. Besides our friends, whom we invited, the room had the Misses McCarthy, Hatch, Sloan, Jeffry, Matheny, Kracke, Skillen and Mr. Buck as its guests. Ardelle Baker. Agatha Cavalli. R. 258. tContinued from page 184 band, in addition to the regular service, takes trips to places where recruiting is being pushed or a parade is deemed ne- cessary. For example, take a recent trip, made by the band to Washington, D. C. It paraded in Cincinnati, Ohio, played in Huntington, W'est Virginia, and marched in the inaugural parade in Xllashington. The reserve need not go on these trips unless he wants to or is taking training at the station at the time of the trip. Now-do you want to help your country? Do you want to show your patriotism? Do you want naval training? Then join the UNITED STATES NAVAL RESERVE FORCE! XVarren F. Morgan, U. S. N. F.

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Twenty-ri.z' THE FORUM TODAY AS YESTERDAY. HE Doctor, after bowing a cheery good day, to the woman at the door who had just intrusted the life of her child to his care, descended the stairs and was about to cross the street when a hand Firmly clutched him by the collar. Turning he viewed a swarthy la- borer with a pair of evil, blood shot eyes, shining like coals of fire from under his ragged cap and above his ashy white suit and shoes that proclaimed him to be a workman on tl1e unfinished school building in front of which stood the pro- fessional 1nan's car. Quickly a leering crowd uttering profound oaths sur- rounded them forming, what seemed al- most like a wall of shaking Fists. Ye cheat! they yelled, holding up three fingers and then talked in shrieks to one another in their foreign tongues. A street car that was about to pass stopped and the motorman and conduc- tor tried to drive the rioting crowd back but nothing seemed to prevail on them until a mounted policeman rode into their midst, causing them to retreat a few steps, Then after the doctor had been released and the noise hushed a bit the authority of good order demanded, NVhat is the meaning of this? XVith a threatening expression on his angry face one workman acting as spokesman rushed forward and in broken English exclaimed, Me end me mein here, then running his tongue over his parched lips, after Ending the needed English word continued, 'ivont nioonee, pay! pay! wait therea daya noo. Turning to the Doc- tor he fairly yelled, l'aya, paval the n1oonee, and when he pointed to the grip in the Doctor'shand, both the police and Doctor became aware of the fact that the mistake n1ade was due to the fact that the professional man carried a bag resembling the kind in which money is usually carried and had left his car where the paymaster usually stopped his. Even after the grip was opened the crowd of angered men did not seem to see their mistake, but instead each face wore an expression of contempt, as the doctor's car passed from the sight ot' the unpleasant incident into the thorough- fare and was lost in the endless proces- sion of automobiles. Adelaide McIntyre, Room 233. SPRING MOVING. HE Binkses were moving. To one who has passed through the same ordeal, this statement will bring to mind varying conjectures of horror. The site of the new home was laid near the foot of Hickory Nut street, a location which afforded a good view of the tishing ves- sels and schooners lying in jack Tar Harbor. Mr. Binks had gone along with the moving van to superintend the operation. Mrs. Binks, having deposited her two youngest otfsprings in thc well-worn baby carriage, which she steered with her right hand, with a bird cage in her Since placed left, set out for the new abode. Bobert Binks, junior, had been too near the front of the vehicle, a sud- den bump, occasioned by a stone on the walk, deposited him on the ground, which was moist from a recent spring shower. Mrs. Binks with that calmness habitual to martyrs, set her bird cage down on the walk, picked up her child, whose pedal extremities were now some- what muddy, and restored him to his former position. She then proceeded on her way, accompanied by a solo in E minor, issuing from the throat of the fallen, though restored, infant. The new house was reached without further incident. Arriving there the housewifely soul of Mrs. Binks was stirred to wrath by the sight of her par- lor chairs and new rug lying topsy-turvy on the grass. On the rider's seat of the moving van lounged her eldest hope monotonously intoning his English les- son for the morrow. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears, came faintly to the ears of his mother, who now stood near the van and admonished the movers to lay her best company china down with care. ' Mrs. Binks then moved on into the house where she found the cat, dirty and disreputable, reclining on her tapestried couch. The can, frightened by her sud- den ejaculation of Scat! jumped onto

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' -1 ,Serin Zlrirgh Srhrml Zlinwm IRIS-islioil eight times D, your by the shit dents of the Nicholas Sonn High School, cor- ner Glenwood and Ardmore Avenues, Chicago. Subscription price, 31.00 per year. EDITORIAL STAFF. EUMCE XVOODMAN ..... Editor-in-Chief XVILMA MENTZER ..... .-lxxocinfe Editor CLARINIQ ANDERSON FRANCESCA BATE .'l.rsi.vInnt Ediiarx HELEN Bmsintn Donuts Lart.IN C11,nn.r:s Pines ........ Boys' .-ltlilelirs OLIX'IA ClIAMBERLAlN..GiI'1J' fltlilelics RUTH ANDRE...FTfSllll1GIl Department XVARREN MORGAN .......... Exchange.: Donornx' ELLIOTT .... Wautaknow Col. Russnu. XVILLIAMS ....,........ Shops Htxuonn Mock. .. ,.A,.,..',.4 Lumix JAMES illICIiNIGH'l' BUSINESS STAFF. -Io1lN GREEN ....... I?u.rimxv.v .llmmgcr S1G1ut'Nn BIRKENSTEIN. ..-lxxl. Illamiger Bnuril. R. GRAFF ...,...... Bookkeeper MAHEL BIXLER XTIRGINIA SAYLES ---'- S'l '0!l 'lI'7'f 'f Yarra Weiss ART STAFF. LAWRENCE linavmslt ........ Chairman Vicrnn CARLSON Ronx'N Hanmansox Hanoum Hoorlis Vmzcn. Lewis ELMER MARX 1. Ivlanm. XVHITTEMORE Faeultxv FRANCES BEEM, ART Advisers 28 TORIAL an vc-as it The yenr's at the spring The day's at the morng Morning's at seveng The hillside's dew-penrledg The lark's on the wingg The snai1's on the thorny God's in his heaven- All's right with the world! ON'T you think wc have a lot of beginnings, chances to give up the old ways that didn't satisfy and en- ter into newer, better paths that lead towards our ideals? Therc's September, when you begin a new school yearg there's New Year's when all people are openly and hoastfully turning over new leaves: there's the first of every school month when what Sennite d0esn't plan to improve on his previous tive weeksg thcre's February, the beginning ot' a set- ond semesterg there are our Mondays! and now there's xjvring. Spring! Oh doesn't that seem the best? Vile can be mighty thankful for those other beginnings-what should we do without them? Hut somehow this seems so wonderful. All the world. all nature, is with us, The pure, drifty clouds, the blue, high over our wind- freshened hair, the hints of green in the lrccs, the twittering from cheery, fea- thered throats, those are the things that have called into being the spring songs of minstrels, these are the things that open our eyes and our cars and our hearts. And we fling hark our heads and drink in the Spring. But alas, in spite of our brave inspired plans we may seem to fall hack into the old ways and lose sight of our true goal. Hut so it is with the spring. The rain drihbles down: the sky grows grey and monotonous, the birds sit shuddering in