Shaw High School - Shuttle Yearbook (East Cleveland, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 151 of the 1905 volume:

THE ANNUAL SENIOR AND JUNIOR CLASSES SHAW HIGH SCHOOL CLASSES OF 1905 AND 1906 Vl V in Tw. 39. ikirk rbi? hulume if twpertfuilp hehiratzh SUPERINTENDENT W. H. KIRK, B. A., M. A The Qrinual f 1905 and 1906 PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR AND JUNIOR CLASSES Board of Editors DON F. BROOKHART, '05 ..... .......... . .. Editor-in-Chief GILBERT E. MORGAN, '05. .. ..... Associate Editor FLOYD E. LOGEE, '06 ....... ....... B 1lSl.7lESS Manager MISS SWAIN ............ .... 1 iacully Rcprcseizfalirfc' Committees LITERARY.. ROAs'rs. A'rHI.l2'1'Ics. Miriam Adams, '05 Harriet M. Comstock, '05 Ruth E. Macliillen, '06 Alfred M. Fuller, '06 ART. Kenneth Ingersol, '06 James G. Murray, '08 Dora Philpott, '05 Victor F. Hellwig, '05 Florence Harrison, '06 Kenneth lngersol, '06 Henry S. Thomas, '07 Eugene V. Street, '08 4 Allen W. Williams, '05 Archie B. Cowan, '06 EVENTS. Earl H. Chittenden, '05 Robert S. McEwen, '06 refuse E, the Editors, feeling grateful to all who have assisted us, place this book before the public as the result of our efforts to add one more volume to the increasing library of our Annual. We would state that what appears on the following pages was written in the spirit of good-will and friend- ship. l If this book will serve to keep alive the pleasant ineinories of our school days, we feel that its mission has been fulhlled. L faculty JOSEPHINE BARNABY, B. Ph. Assistant Principal and Instructor in Blathcmatics. B. Ph. Ohio State Uni- versity, I896Q Shaw High School, 1901- O5. 4121 Euclid Ave. MILLICENT A. SWAIN, lf. .-I. Instructor in English. B. A. College for XIVOIHCII, W. R. U., 13993 Shaw High School, 1901-05. 38 Beersford Place. MARY GRACE VANCE, B. gl. Instructor in Latin and Greek. ll. A. Ohio State University, 18985 Shaw High School, IQO2-05. ELIZABETH M. TANNER. Instructor in History and Latin. B. A. College for Women, W. R. U., 18995 Shaw High School, 1904-05. 6 jfacuitp ANNA C. GOEDHART. Instructor in Music. Gracluzxtc of Ber- lin Royal Aczlclcniy. Private Instructor in Lcipsic and London. Shaw High School. i902-05. 9.2 Fourth Ave. a J. J. ROGERS. Instructor in Drawing. Spcncerian llmim-ss Collcgcg ,llCIlCllL'l'S Collcgc, New York Cilyg Shaw lligh School, loo:-05, 38 lfhnsiclc Ave. CORNELIA BULTMAN, B. A. lnstructor in Biology and German. B. A. College for VVOITICI1, W. R. U.. 18993 Shaw lligh School, 1902-05. LURA L. KURTZ, B. Ph. lnslrnctor in Science. B. Ph. College for VVomcn, W. R. U., IQOZQ Shaw High School. 1902-05. 4 Cedar Ave. 7 Donuts uf Ulrigrs for literary Dzpartmcnt C. D. ADAMS F. G. SMITH J. D. CHAMBERS C. A. SCHWAN B. A. BROOKHART 8 W Qbnarh uf Qfinllrattonn A MR. C. D, .'XIJ:XKlS. RIR. D. C1-IARIIQERS NIR. I R.'XNKl.IN G. SXIl'I'H, Prvx. MR. C. A. SCTTXVAN. 9 MR. NV. P. CURTIS. DEDICATION, - Clluntents BOARD OF EDITORS AND COMMITTEES, THE FACULTY, - BOARD OF EDUCATION, HISTORY OF SHAW HIGH SCHOOL, CLASS ROLLS, - ATHLETICS, TRIFLES, ROASTS, LITERARY, be Ziaistnrp uf Sham Qnahemp IIARRIET M. COMSTOCK. ' . .X --1 ,, :Y 'ww cum Q M lv, '-Lf ,, -' Sv- , I i g' 'rap f f f ' 7' .f -,- .Af 'fa Ay L I ,,,f,5r' -l - :Ev f-, '.., ' , ,f-f '1'-ff' 0142- f 8 A n -ii -i:- i-I 'H . . V -4',,g.'3 'QQ-'-9 -fl' -fy 'Ay 'fiE:. ' -pg 8 17 A,,4ylfEE,-if?4f1Y'.2Q: s -auth Tis Jfsgx - 1' f s fasf'1::ff 1 ' is Y '-'Wa ' gg? fgjjil in + fs '-191, :TL 51 4:-if 511' ni ff ,a xl 1 v4'5: get ,ggi - F ua gf ef- igyw I' ' 'i'- 5 li li H -f- ' EY? L 1--ff: -' zff 1 .4-11- 2E-'H' iff-5:2 T'--8, ' '-' ep- ' 3 f ff' ' 1 f 'f-,H ,-'jjgzff Ff.',,-if-Z: 57' Ti E42'L-9f'f- , '25 M 97 , QQ '3-Z ,i 'gi M' fg vi 1 fail -' ' , Lf ff' .12 fi l l if l w' ww.-' . 4 - f' . 1- iii: -- glgg Gwl ui '- , , , 2'22gf5-f ' H T ,zu -- 2- UW J - p f 1 -. 1.. ,fi if 4 . . 'ae ' - -' Hi -- 1 f: 1:11 ' ..- .3,,,.. Mjxigiehw ,, Y ,L S - E, . ..xxx 121.7 -'ffllia ' g ,, - 4-,'t'??lTw ' . -ffl-Qjyv , - mill,- . 'K 'T' ...nf .V riffs -' A -rif f' Y ' T, 5:-.ga -. M rv- . '.4, N ,yr 3 -- ,,, ' ' 4 , -871317511 31, , 'Af' it 1 5L'w,,,iiQiQ,if.iig 1 I : t1ii?r-fllfjr. aff- Y' Eg 'X ,. 1,4 ,,-1,, -gf ,,.,.,--- ,J -fi? l ,ff ,f if ' X The First Shaw Academy. 11 VERYONE has a feeling of pride in his own high school, and surely, the students and graduates of Shaw are justified in any pride which they may have in their beloved schoolg for was not this institution among the first founded in Northern Ohio? Since 1838, within its walls has been fostered the spirit of knowledge which has aroused the ambitions of many men who later have won name and fame in the world. liefore we tell its remarkable history, it might be of interest to speak of its equally remarkable founder. john Shaw was an Englishman who, in thc first few years of the nineteenth century, moved into the township of Euclid, in Cuyahoga County, Ohio. In the course of the next few years, out of dense forest, he cleared and eul- tivated a large farm. He was an intelligent, educated man, very much interested in the cause of better educa- tion. Shortly bcfore his death, in 1835, he made a will in which he provided for the maintenance of his cherished scheme. Tn this document he bequeathed ninety acres of his farm, which should go to the support of any academy established in Euclid Township, with the proviso, how- ever, that any building erected should cost not less than two thousand dollars, and that it should bear the name of Shaw Academy. John Shaw probably never realized how many lives he would benefit by this will, nor how prosperous and famous that academy would become. Not until two years afterward did the citizens secure the necessary two thousand dollars, and then, as soon as possible, work was begun upon the new building. As the old citizens remember, neither inside nor out was it attractive. The exterior was plain!-indeed, it presented an almost barn-like appearance, while within, the bare undecorated rooms contained only the very necessities. But inconveniences mattered little to those people bent on obtaining an education in spite of all difficulties. Among these obstacles was one which pupils of modern times do not have to overcome. Teachers were scarce and their stay was usually short, for the ranks were gen- erally filled by young men who were using this means of gaining a livelihood while preparing for their life-work. Sometimes these young men were not successful, and one followed another in quick succession, until at length, in I848, school was discontinued for a few months. How- ever, late in the ,fall of the same year, it was again re- opened by Mr. J. B. Meriam, a persevering and ambitious young man, just graduated from Western Reserve. He had charge of the school for five years, and under his rule it grew and prospered greatly. Q Many romances were connected with that old build- ing. Among them was that of Mr. E. D. Taylor, one of the first instructors. l-le fell desperately in love with his assistant, Miss Mary A. Lewis, and some of the pupils have occasion to remember a certain return of hers, after a leave of absence. Mr. Taylor was conducting a class when he saw the old stage coach, by which Miss 'Lewis was returning, come into sight. Unable to repress his feelings, he rushed out to meet her without announcing a recess. One of the pupils present tells with a great deal of enjoyment what followed. The chance was too good to miss. Accordingly, they heralded the meeting of the lovers with as many bells as the building afforded, THE SECOND SHANV ACADEMY. and the neighbors all ran out to see where the Ere was, and it is to be feared that the couple had more publicity than they desi1'ed. Wfhen Mr. Taylor returned to his desk, he looked angry, but he could say nothing, as the fault was really his own. lt was during Mr. lX'l'eriam's stay that the second Shaw Academy was erected, and this building was more pretentious than the former one. It was a two-story brick structure with a portico supported by massive stone pillars. Within it boasted of two large rooms devoted to the separate divisions and also of several recitation rooms. It was not, perhaps, the increase of pupils that demanded the new building' with its additional number of rooms, so much as the increase in the number of studies. Now, Algebra, Geometry, Philosophy, Latin, Greek were in- troduced in addition to the common branches, Yet, in spite of this imposing' list, Mr. Dibell, who was at one time a teacher there, declared that the school had so deteriorated that it would hardly rank with a district school. It was this same Mr. Dibell who felt compelled to leave the school at the time that the pro and anti- slavery question was raging fiercely in the village. The l'resbyterian Church, which had heretofore controlled the school, was now divided into two factions, each striving for mastery, and the school suffered greatly through this division. The number of students decreased rapidly, and it was not until a couple of years later that it was again raised to its former condition by the efforts of Mr. Stanton. He was very successful, and the school Hour- ished under him as it had never done before. It is said of him that he loved a joke above all things, and it seemed as if the young people were infused with his spirit, for they had some jolly times together. During the next few years there was a frequent change of prin- cipals, yet everything moved smoothly until, in 1868, the Painesville Seminary drew largely from the attendance at Shaw. It was at this time, too, that the school grew so small that only the common branches were taught, and those who wished higher instruction attended the high school in Cleveland. Soon after, the dispute about high- er education arose. 1-liowever, this was not settled until tl1e spring election in 1875, when Mr. P. 0. Phillips was made superintendent, with the instructions to grade the schools and establish a high school. At last this was accomplished in 1878, and a high school was organized which continues to the present day. The last years of this second Shaw Academy were uneventful except in one instance--and that was the first graduating exercises, which were held in 1879. There were only four in the class, but they have the honor of being the pioneer alumni. Four years later the building, with many fond memories clinging around it, was torn down. The first half of the following school year, 1883, during the erection of the new building, school was held in the old Congregational Church. The conditions were such that they afforded both teachers and pupils much merriment. While one teacher would be conducting a recitation from the platform, another might be hearing a second class behind a green screen or else clown in the basement. There were large holes in the fioor for the purpose of letting the heat come up, and, often acci- dentally on purpose, things dropped suddenly on the heads of the people below. Under these circumstances it is a wonder that anyone learned anything, yet the pupils really did gain much both in knowledge and in pleasure, and' those five months passed only too quickly. On the evening of February first the Board of Edu- cation mct in the third Shaw Academy. With this event the building began its useful career. It is hardly neces- The Third Shaw Academy. sary to describe this new building, for nearly every one From the start, all seemed imbued with the spirit of of us was familiar with its gray woodwork and white- progress, which manifested itself in everv way. Through washed walls, around which many recollections linger. the influence of Mr. Pratt, the principal, their first efforts ' 15 were directed successfully towards obtaining a piano. Education advanced rapidly. The curriculum has been enlarged and mechanical drawing and music have been added. Through the energetic and enthusiastic efforts of Mr. Kirk, Shaw High School now ranks with the highest in the State. The examiner appointed by the North Central Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools has placed it on the accredited list of those schools which are permitted to send its pupils, without examina- tion, to any college or university in the Northern and Central States. Our library, which, in 1892, was started in a small way, has gradually grown by donations and the proceeds from the commencement exercises, until now there are over two thousand books for our use. Athletics for the first time received attention. A gymnasium was fitted up in the attic, and outdoors the boys had their football and baseball, and the girls their basket-ball. At the suggestion of an ingenious lad, Field Day was intro- duced, and the boys entered into it with a vim. It might be well to say here that the school has always received the hearty co-operation and assistance of the superin- tendcnts and teachers. Yet with all the advantages of this building over its predecessors, ityhas been found deficient, not only in equipments, but also in room. The demand for more space became imperative, so in the summer of 1904 the old brick building was demolished to give way to a larger and handsomer structure. For the season of 1904-1905, we must be content with the annex built on to the grammar grades on Pros- pect street. Yet in spite of that inconvenience, the school is Hourishing and gives every promise of a bright future, after its establishment in the fourth Shaw Academy building. J fi W 1 's I 1 1 f L - .. 3 1.7 5 E 1?---- EES . EEE ? - ggi-'EEE E l 1 f x ........... .... .. ,i -www h 5 nh i f if i' :' 5 -- E,' ,,,,,,,T'g: :::: g5g ' '- i w ': x:'- l'i5IIaII +w --1 '--1 -- ..'.. 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' f '- Q 'fl ix A U J, J, Z- A ix S I X 4' K 1- I I 15 I' 1V..fc'J2 4 AWN lx I .4 1 I ,534 42 , .QR 32 N-1 A , 11 :- Mx' fg- ,N - X., E kfxxx ' V 1 ieniur Glass Class Motto Olme Ringen, Kein Gelingen. Class. Colors Yale Blue and Gold. Officers ALLEN W. WILLIAMS ............ .. .... President ELIZABETH N , GRAY .... .. . Vice-Presidefzt VICTOR F. HELLWIG ,.... . ..... T7'COS1l7'L'l' 20 HARRIET MOORE COMSTOCK, ALLEN WITMER WILLIAMS, MIRTAM ADAMS, Annu:1lBonrd. Annual Hozlrcl, Class President. Annual llllilffl. ELIZABETH NAOMI GRAY, DON FERDlNAND BROOKHART, VlC'I'OR FREDRTCK 'HELLWIC ' Class Vice-President. Editor in Chief Annu:1l. Annual Board, Class 'lll'CZlSlll'C1'. S, W W .,.......,. M,-,..m1.v-.. lL....,.............................. DORA PHILPOTT, Annual Board. FLORENCE ACHSA AN DREWS. ICARI. H Ii HOWARD CH l'l l'ENDEN. Annual Board. NRY O'l'lS MOULTON. MAMIE HELEN SCHUSTER NORMA MIRIAM THOMAS. ,V CAROLINE AMELIA BEHLEN. GILBERT EUGENE MORGAN, MERCY ELSIE SMITI-I. NIARJORIE BEECHER REEVES. Associate Editor Anm1:1l. ll'. BERNICE HOFFMAN EARL FRANCIS BRICE. ,W ... 141 -1 LEW , ' , DITII HELEN VVARD. CANARIUS HENRY COVILL. FTIIIYL PEARL MAXWELL Class Motto K I cus :Xgitut M olcm. Class Colors Lirccn and White. Officcrs IXIJIZICIQT S. MHCXVIEN ....... CJRIQNCIC N. IIJXRRISON... . Xl.l' lxlall N. If Ul.l,lzR ....... . . . . . . .l'1'v.via'c1zl lf'1'cv-l'1'vs1'n'm1I . . . . .Trvasurcr I l I ll If A ll Il l Edward Bassett Emma Janet Coburn Archie lloyd Cowan George Day Alfred Fuller May Goss Marion Gertrude Herrick Kenneth Ingersoll James Willard Jordan Floyd Emerson Logee Class Roll Francis Madison Orchard Thomas Everett Richmond Percy Pelton Sheldon Helen Margaret Silshy Paul Wagstaff Frank VV ard john llosch NVells Comstock Ettamae Cramer Robert Dvorak Unclassified 'J Florence Ethel Goodwin I-lorace M. Hitch Keith Johnston I. Carlton Kline Ruth Eliza Macliillen Katherine Myers Clark Richmond Ruth Sencabaugh Kenneth Smart Helen Blanche Thomas Carl Stuart VVilliams Grace Baldwin Ruby Lennett 26 THE CLASS OF 1906 inpljumure Glass Officers JOHNATHAN EDWARDS INGERSO-LL. FLORENCE LILLIAN SLADE. ........ . HENRY SAXTON THOMAS. , .. Helen Collis Bardons Allene Bennett Fred Hartly Brice Helen Virginia Clark Harold Dean Claude Franke Howard Dadwell Herbert Lucia Irene Huggins Robert Izant Elsie May King Elizabeth Frances McGuire Class Roll Alvin Oehm Preyer Edna May Rowand Marjorie Scheier Lee Elis Skeel Florence H. Smale Winthrop Hoyle Smart Harold J. WVhite Mary Helen lleeman Harry Bennett Charles Hall Buchanan Mary Louise Danforth 28 , , , ,P1'cs1'c1c'11f V ice-Prc's1'dcazt . .... Tl'l'lIXIll'C1' Cora Hazel Dickinson Pearl Frost Mary Siddell Holmes Emma Kasilc Albert Bert Klecka David Thomas Morgan Ethel Rahming Mary Rowen Ruth Adelaide Schulte Ione Smith Ralph Stamberger Clifford Titgemeyer 1 THE CLASS OF 1907 Kathryn Lila Baird Laura Browne Christine Cenec Percy Mahlon Crosier Anna Dustin Olive Edith Frost Francis Fuller William Greenleaf Eugene Izant Mary Izant Charles Jacobs Margaret jordan Carol Kirkwood llen MaeKillen Harold M anlove Carl Wright Metcalf :ltresbuian 4Iia55 Katherine Rose Morris james Grant Murray Sherman Dwight Parmelee Scott Arthur Rogers Ethel Slade Elwood Street Kathryn Cline VValworth Caroline Warren Alec E. VVhiteside Harold Bragg Stewart Browne Ethel Jay Clum Leroy Goldwin Davie VVillard Oscar Ford Dean Dutton Fuller Gus Fred Goldsmith 30 Adelle Gladys Hale Earl Clifford Humphrey Florence Jacobs Nardo Kellar Edna Anna Leighton Louise McFarland Earl William Meade Frank Edward Miller Estella Murray Clare Parnielee Helen Belle Rockwell Harry ul. Schuster Esther Stanley Eugene Elwood Street Perry Oliver Ward Clarence Webster John William Woocllniirii THE CLASS OF 1908 Great nnntest fullutns, anti mush Iearneh bust THIJE I ICQ 4 I the Qtbletis Hfsociatinn ALLEN W. WILLIAMS ..... ....... P resident FRANCIS M. ORCHARD ...... .. .... . ....... Vice-P-resident JOHNATHAN E. INGERSOLL ......... Secretary and Treasurer Directors Earl H. Chittenden, '05 Kenneth Ingersoll, '06 Howard D. Herbert '07 Faculty Representative Supt. W. H. Kirk 34 ww.: 1 . ffl 'J zz, ll kk sm'-7 Buff X 3 NM ilk mt M Q w s ,. Wav uw A wld i Lv- ?f+,.- -fH.m..,A A P- A 2' A--- ' fiffg. 6' :J fini IIA 9 li ', ,.,,..:',..- , , +..,7-ivlf l It NWXXQ Y-xxx K WGN X xx Q, X f 1 ' 9' t ' T I' .,..-1, I ' if M Ni' Zi 1. I., 5.-wx, f ..,, I- -. -.A , , -,,LLi -2 , M 'ju' . .- - '+ A Mi 742 f , 4 W- fx c , K .f dx . ' .: Cv x X- INT f L-hir, . Q ., .. ,Qglr-bil: -FQ -I . ' - 2 gl K - :V 'MQ' .7 ,!ci .'!D Q Date. Sept. 30 Oct. 7 Oct. I4 Oct. 22 Nov. 4 Nov. 18 Nov. 24 Oct. I2 Oct 28 Nov. II Place. University School .. Willoughby I ...... Akron ......... Reserve Field .... Glenville ........ Reserve Field . . . Youngstown . . . Totals . . . East High School.. Shaw Practice Field .... Shaw Practice Field. Totals .... Grand Total .. wrath of 4Ban1es for 1904 Scheduled Games Team. ....Shaw.... .. .....Shaw.... .. ....Shaw .... .. . . . . Shaw. ....Shaw.... .. .....Shaw.... .. ....Shaw.... .. .. ...... Shaw.... .. Practice Games .........Shaw..... .. ....Shaw... ....Shaw.... ....Shaw.... .. .....Sl1aw.... 36 Pointsf Opponents. .2 .24 .o .15 '35 .o .14 .90 . O -.5 -35 .40 .I3O U. S. ...... . Willoughby .. Akron ...... Paincsville .. Glenville .... West High Rayen ...... Opponents . . . East High . . . Alumni . . . Alumni .... Opponents . . . Opponents . . Points. I0 .. o .. o .. o .. o ...18 0 ...28 .. 5 ....5 O ro 38 CAPT. INGERSOLL Q COACH HERRICK :Football iveason of 1904 K. INGERSOLL, '06 ..... .......... C aptain A. W. WILLIAMS, '05 ..... ........... JV Ianagcr R, S, MCEWEN, '06 ,,,,,, Assistant Manager H. HERRICK ..... .............. C 'oa-cl: Varsity Eleven Mead, '08, left and Skeel, '07, right guard K. Ingersoll, '06, qzzartvr Brice, '05, left tackle Chittenden, '05, r1'ghtta.ckIc Hitch, '06, loft half D. Fuller, '08, left guard Orchard, '06, right and J. Ingersoll, '07, right half E. Richmond, '06, fullback Substitutes Williams, '06 VVZlg'StZl'FIf, '06 Morgan, '05 Jacobs, '08 Thomas, '07 Izant, '08 38 Name. Earl Mead . .. Sleepy Brice Dean Fuller Booze Fuller .. Lee Skeel ............... Qld Horse Chittenden Frances Orchard ........ Ken Ingersoll fCapt.j Horace Hitch .......... Jay Ingersoll ........ Bushel Richmond . . . . Average Age .... Average Height .... ibersnnnei nf the ibawitp dtlehen uf 1904 Class. 'os ....'o5 '08 'o6 ....'O7 ....'o5 ....'o6 ....'o6 ....'o6 ....'O7 ....'o6 Average Weight ............. Average Weight of Forwards .... Average Weight of Backs... Position. Left End . .. .. . Left Tackle Left Guard Center .... . . . . . . Right Guard Right Tackle Right End . Quarterback Left Half . Right Half . Fullback . . . 40 in. in in in in in in in in in in Height. 5ft. 9M 5 ft. 9 5ft. 8 5 ft. 8 5 ft. II 6ft. 1 5 ft. SM 5 ft. S 5 ft. 9 5 ft. IO 5 ft- 755 Age. 16 yrs 17 yrs I7 yrs 16 yrs 16 yrs 18 yrs I7 yrs I7 yrs. I7 yrs I5 yrs 16 yrs Weight 134 lbs. 137 lbs. 139 lbs. 128 lbs. 146 lbs. 151 lbs. 130 lbs. 128 lbs. 130 lbs. 136 lbs. 1 3 5 lbs. 16M yrs. 5 ft. 9 in. I33M- lbs. . 144 lbs. I27M lbs. Glhc stulmlts nf Sham ihigh gfbfllll rrprcsa thsir sinners thanks ann hearty apprsrtatiun to ihuinarn iherricli fur his faithful ann epccllcnt mark in washing their ikiarsitp uf 1904 Ulibe Swann of 1904 HE season of 1004 was a most successful one for Shaw in football. VVe had the services of that loyal alumnus, Howard Herrick, with the active efforts of all the team, the hearty co-operation of the students and faculty, together with the geueralship of the hefuliesi captain that the school has ever had, so that it is not surprising that the team finished a very difficult schedule with honor to themselves and to the school. Sept. 30. SIIAVV ffs. U. s. .Nr UNIv1sRsl'rv senooi.. SllZ1W-2Q U. S.-Io. Shaw opened the season of 1904 with the University School of Cleveland, on their grounds. Iloth teams were in as good condition as could be expected so early in the season. University School team appeared on the field first, backed by their usual large following. Shaw soon followed, and, from the cheers that greeted them, it was evident that they were not unsupported. Shaw kicked to U. S.: the ball was returned but a short distance. U. S. immediately commenced to buck the line, but Shaw was equal to the occasion and held like a stone wall until the ball went to them on downs. Here Shaw showed fine form in bucking the line and circling the ends. The ball changed hands several times in spite of the good work done by both teams. Toward the end of the first half, Lamson of li. S. slipped around the end for a touch- down. Shaw did not give up, and through a bad pass on the part of the opposing center they were able to secure a safety. The bleachers went wild: it was the first time that any school had scored on the University team for three years. :Xt the end of the Hrst half the :fcore was, Shaw 2, U. S. 5. Elated at their success and not discouraged by the score of the larger team, Shaw began a plucky Fight for points when they entered the field for the second half. The first of the half was sort of a see-saw, neither side making very much. Roth teams were forced to punt several times in this half, Shaw having slightly the best of it. At nearly the last of the game U. S. sent one of her star backs over for the final touchdown. Score, U. S. Io, Shaw 2. Oct. 7. . ' SHAW vs. w1r.1.oUu11ny, AT w1r.r.oUc:uBY. Shaw-243 Willoughby-0. Shaw High left Cleveland on Oct. 7th accompanied by a carload of rooters and feeling confident of success as a resultof their Hne showing against U. S. When both teams appeared on the field, it looked as if Wil- loughby had the best of it in weight. Two twenty- minute halves were decided upon, and it was soon evi- dent that Shaw made up in speed what they lacked in weight. Chittenden distinguished himself by his terrific line bucking. Capt. Ingersoll executed a clever quarter- back trick and, shot down the field for fifty yards and a touchdown. The first half ended with a score of S. H. 24, W. H. O. Shaw sent most of her substitutes in the second half, and Willoughby did the opposite by sending in all her good players. The teams played more evenly this half, neither side being able to score. Richmond showed his ability at line plunging throughout the entire game. Oct. 14. simw ws. AKRON, AT ,xkRoN. Shaw--og Akron--0. The best game of football that was ever played in Akron and one of the most desperately fought games that was ever witnessed in this State, was played in Akron between Shaw High and Akron High Schools on Buehtel field. Shaw was outweighed by at least fifteen pounds to the man, but before the first half was up it was clearly demonstrated to the people that Shaw's physical condi- tion and speed was far superior to that of Akron. Dur- ing almost the entire f:l1'Sl2 half the ball was kept in Akron's territory, as a result of fine defensive playing on Shaw's part. On the offensive, Shaw's backs tore through the large holes made by their linemen for from three to five yards. Shaw's defense was ever superior to their offense, and this forced. Akron to punt many times. The second half seemed somewhat gloomy for Shaw, as Akron was able to keep the ball in Shaw's territory throughout this half. They twice had the ball within an arm's length of Shaw's goal line. On one occasion, when it was first down and but one 'yard from Shaw's goal line, Shaw grew desperate. Capt. Ingersoll called for his men to hold. They responded to his words of en- couragement like veterans and not only held their heavy opponents, but threw them back for a decided loss. The features of the game were the powerful defen- sive work of Shaw's linemen, the heady work of Capt. Ingersoll, the punting of Jay Ingersoll, the fine offensive work of Shaw's ends and the offensive work of Akron in the second half. Oct. 22. 1 SHAW US. PAlNlESVII.l.Ii, AT RIESIENRVE FIELD. Shaw-15 g Painesville-0. Again our now hardened veterans emerge from a stubbornly fought contest with another feather in their caps. This time Painesville was the victim. At ten- thirty both teams appeared on Reserve field before a large crowd, considering the weather. Shaw was confident of victory but was determined upon a large score. On the other hand, -Painesville was ready to revenge the last year's score of I2 to II. But the never-let-up methods of Coach Herrick had put theiteam in tiptop condition, which made it impossible for Painesville to obtain the much-desired' revenge. Painesville kicked off to Shawg Shaw rushed the ball down the field on tackle-bucks, end-runs and quarter- back plays. Painesville took a brace, and the ball went to them on downs. They immediately resorted to batter- ing-ram methods on our line, as they had soon found out that it was impossible to circle the ends. Their quarter- back tricks were complete failures, our ends nailing them before they were fairly started. Chittenden, who might be called Old Reliable as well as Old Horse, was called on time-and-again and never failed to gain the re- quired distance. After twelve minutes of hard playing, Chittenden was sent over the line for our first touchdown. First half-Shaw 5, Painesville O. The fellows returned to the field for the second half with Coach Hopper's Rotten ringing in their ears. They tried to fulfill his orders and succeeded to the ex- tent of two touchdowns. Several times in the second half it looked as if Painesville was on their way to our goal, but the fellows responded gamely at the critical points and prevented Painesville from scoring. The features of the half were a thirty-five yard run by Capt. Ingersoll and one of the famous end tricks of Orchard. During the last five minutes of play, all the substitutes were sent in and they showed that they were made of Varsity material. Nov. 4. SHAW ws. GLENv11.l.n, AT GLENVILLE. Shaw-353 Glenville-0. This game was played in Glenville on a very poor field. A clipping from the account of the game by a Cleveland newspaper gives all that the team did. The paper had it thus: The game was featured by the fast playing of Shaw. Its plays were sent off so fast that Glenville scarcely had time to line up. VVilliams, Hitch, Richmond, and K. Ingersoll made many consistent gains around the ends, while Chittenden and Richmond hurdled the line for gains of from ten to twenty yards. The sensation of the game was a run from kick-off for ninety-five yards by K. Ingersoll. Nov. 18. simw fav. wlcsr mon, .wr Rizsnnvn FIELD. Shaw-og West-18. This game was characterized by accurate, fast work by Shaw. When West and Shaw lined up for the kick- oit, it looked like a bunch of collegians out for a practice game. Shaw, however, soon showed themselves to be worthy opponents of the West Side school, for their nerve and speed helped where weight was lacking. Old Horse Chittenden was easily the star of the game, for he showed himself the equal of the mighty Fairbanks in carrying' the ball and surpassed him in his defense work. li x 4 I , 5 .Jv- TAKEN FROM A YOUNGSTOWN NEWSPAPER image 2BaIi CAPTAIN ORCHARD 2Ba5e 9Bali Season of 1905 FRANCIS M. ORCHARD, '06, . .... Captain ROBERT S. MCEWEN, '06 ..... .. Manager Varsity Nine K. Ingersoll, '06, Pitcher Fuller, '06, Third Base J. Ingersoll, '07, Catcher Jacobs, '08, Short Stop Ford, '08 First Bose Manlove, '08, Left Field Orchard, '06, Second Base Smart, '07, Center Field Cowan, '06, Right Field ' Substitutes Wagstaff, '06 Murray, '08 48 VARSITY NINE OF l905 D A '1' E April I7 April 22 April 26 April 29 May 6 May IO May I3 May I7 May IQ May 24 May 27 June 3 bcljehule fur 25858 251111, 1905 TE A M .. . . . . .Central Institute. . . . . . . . .Central National llank. . . . . . .South High School. . . . . . . . .Chardon High School. . . . . . . . . .VVarren High School. . . . . . . .Lakewood High School. . . . . . . .Euclid High School. . . . . . . . .Glenville High School. . . . . . ...Akron High School. . . . . . . . . . . .University School. . . . . . . .. . . . . .Willoughby High School. . . . . . . . . .Chagrin High School, . . . . 50 PLA CE . . . Shaw Field . . .Shaw Field . . . .Shaw Field . . .Chardon, O. .. . .Shaw Field . . . .Shaw Field . . . . .Euclid, O. . . . .Shaw Field .. . . .Akron, O. University Field Willoughby, O. . .Chagrin Falls SOPRANO. Dora Philpott Helen Thomas Florence Harrison Katherine Myers Ruth MacKillen Mary Holmes Cora Dickenson Kathryn Walworth Esther Stanley A ibain ibigb 4.BIee Qtiuh MISS BULTMAN . . . ......... Director DORA PHILPCTT ........... .... P resident-Leader MARY LOUISE DANFORTI-I. Secretary-Treasurer KENNETH INGERSOLL ..... .... ALLEN WILLIAMS .... MARY IZANT ....... Business M cmagcr . . . . . . . .. Librarian . . . . Accompauist ALTO. Lucia Huggins Ru-by llennet Mary Louise Danforth Frances Fuller 4 Florence Jacobs TENOR Kenneth Ingersoll XVil1ard Jordan james Murray Jay Ingersoll Scott Rogers Sherman Parmelee 51 BASS. Allen Williams Francis Orchard Carl Williams Percy Sheldon Alfred Fuller Carlton Kline Kenneth Smart Henry Thomas Charles Jacobs Iiaang surrutn! rare mill kill a rat, ants therefore Iet'5 he merry ft If E S. yr, Q N 5 X lx'-J ' ' R 67 ,V . . -Q1 '-6 r ,--, sf I X 623 af L 1834! QQ mf , 1 f J j ff? f l? ' , -1' EW fa nj' 'yi-T, I X , f f g,',:v'7 - 7 if .t p- 1 1 i5'1'2'T?Q7,' Qi N 7 ff 1 I ff! 7 ' 'X N f 1 . Y f f J Cf 'L XX ,H ,X Q . iw fa X, af ., ,Q-. v sm . K, ,..ff' xg ff! fu' -f if A ' f A , r. r I It Lynx. V-'7-'f'f115? 1' .1 ' 1 5 ffi25 w'2s f-,wg Effaw 4 inf-'vfffif 41 5 1 . ,,vQ7f 7, A X N:T' -'P' ' ',,.L 5 . W . 'lf f 1- 4 I V , ,. 1 ,1 xl X if ' 777vrrJg 1? F A 2 'Z ---'A '57, P .i ff 'xx fi W Q 'N x Y -'rug 1 Irv' l V lil ex star r' , W ati on A Q i lift A yu, 1' Q 'N rf K' V ' sn, E v,,-' ii z wxlm -f' its rw. fx , I r f , .A, .x X Senior Ball: llave good time. Lanterns fallg Hence this rhyme. Up the brave.- Others shamesg Comes to save School from flames. Running fleet, Something ripsg Up go feet, Down he slips. Connects with Hour-- Nn one slyerg Stead of horror, Sits on fire. Puts it outg Noble shanks. Saves our lives- Many thanks. The banter arty The Senior class opened the most successful social season that Old Shaw has ever seen when it gave a Ha1l0we'en party for itself and most intimate friends. It was intended to be exclusively a class affair, but, owing to the difference between the number of boys and girls, it was decided to allow each member to bring one outsider. The evening was spent, for the most part, in dancing to music furnished by Marjorie Patterson, a girl from the grammar grades, and Frances Fuller, a promising student from room eight. Those who did not dance were by no means forgotten. They divided their time between watch- ing the dancers and playing the games which the thought- ful committee had provided in one of the class-rooms. Cider and apples, in true Hallowe'en style, were served for refreshments. The evening passed without annoy- ance, save the burning of some of the Japanese lanterns and the unsolicited serenade of a few apparently jealous lower classmen. At a proper time the party broke up, careful to see that the few that had come from the Heights did not lose their way in the crowded streets or get the wrong west-bound car, for the dazzling electric lights seemed to have a bad effect on their eyes and minds. 54 1115132 ther Spill T has been the custom at Shaw High for a couple of years back to celebrate football victories by an event, going by the name of a f'Cider Spill. It usually occurs about the middle of the football season, after some game which the boys think deserving of com- memoration. The event, as conducted on the evening of November Ioth, 1904, was much the same in character as its predecessors. It was a dark rainy night, and the yard back of the school was a sea of mud. In spite of this, however, the boys managed to build a huge bonfire, which they stood around, spilling cider and chewing doughnuts, plentifully supplied from a window in the rear of the school by the benign hand of Mr. Kinson. ln the course of the evening several freslnnen were caught and duly initiated into the ways of high school life. Some were tied together with a rope and compelled to dance 'indian-fashion, in the mud until they became tangled up, while others were forcibly requested to make stump speeches on short notice. A little time was set aside for making a raid on the residence of an upper classman, where, it is said, that in spite of the wet weather a hose was procured and used with some possible indiscretion on the person of Miss -l, who rushed madly out into the darkness to, rescue her dear brother from the bloody hands of his friends and classmates. The remainder of the evening was occupied in sing- ing and giving of school yells, after which all retired happily and peacefully, although soaked to the skin and bi-smeared with mud. n jg mlezijl I 1 V 'X f' vf ' CW i ' r f- '.. ww l . l., f xx :iii Li I Ii , if i X , if i . , I 1 N i i X I i i l F f ii '. 1 ' W ik -i A V in ,il .f i l l ' kfijzj at e. e -rat' - iIQi'Iii.,,9w .,: . S -'4 'C 1,-,,. . -A.. , This boy with a hose is :L naughty lad, For he sprinkled the maid and he sprinkled her dad. The mural from this you can easily get-A Don't interfere, and you won't get wet. be inner at mfs High on that hill at the head of Allandale, on the night of November 29th, '04, sounded a mighty chorus of masculine voices in the famous Hobble Gobble 5 with only a breathing intermission came the equally famous Slip Slamf' and then, as the clatter on the long stairs had ceased, there sounded a deafening roar of What's the matter with Ingersoll? VVhat could this hilarious mirth and boisterous noise mean? Surely something had happened to instill such spirits into the hearts of these lusty fellows? XVe1l, something had occurred, and here it is: The Shaw football season for nineteen-four had closed, and, as when the curtain falls after the last act, there is a crash of music, so were we, in our way, ending our play. Ken. Ingersoll was the host, and even to ex- ceeding his success in captaining the team, he entertained us. First came an excellent dinner, served 51 la Hollenden Cand many was the fellow who slyly peeked to see which spoon or fork his neighbor used for this or that dishj, but for a' that, an a' that, a dinner's a dinner for a' that, and since everything was good, and evervbody hun- gry, why everybodytate everything. For the while con- versation languished, except for a slight revival between courses. Then, when that calm, benign expression came over all couutenances, that expression which denotes an inward contentment, a flashlight was taken. This wakeued everybody, and during the remainder of the evening there was a lively time: old battles fought, new battles won, games played, songs sung,-in fact, everything that comes of good fellowship. It was a righteous reward for all our bruises and bumps. 'rfb hr 4 iv XY l ' X we N 1 vifffiff v, Q 1-ral: , '14,-4' ' 'fy ' ,Ut r .., at A fl, , , e' ,ll l ll Sl .I l l . bw' llehold a young man named Lee, Who would a baritone be: llc plays on the string, but his sing- From this, oh ye Gods, keep mc free. Seniors' Jfunthall inner N December Ist, 1904, the Senior class gave a supper at the Episcopal Church parish house to the mem- bers of the football team. Upon entering the ban- quet hall the guests saw a long table decorated with flowers and candles, and at each place a little football with the player's name on it, indicating his place at the table. At the end of the room was a large, open fireplace with a log fire burning brightly in it, while the sides of the room and the pillars in the center were draped with bunt- ing, representing the class colors, blue and gold. After everyone had done more than justice to the dinner, Skeele honored the occasion with a vocal selec- tion entitled Meet me at St. Louief' Following this, speeches were given by Herrick, Ingersoll, Williams, and lirookharg, M r. Kirk acting as toastmaster. After the speeches and a short business meeting, at which the team elected Kenneth Ingersoll captain for the coming yearg the remainder of the evening was spent in dancing. At eleven o'clock the party broke up, each one l think of the greatest of joys, XVhen the tips uf senior lingers llalanced trays for the fnutball buys. expressing his thanks to the Senior class for the bounteous d'inner and royal time that he had had during the evening. MJ i.,,,5, x TN '94 J C - li . A Q3 ' ' F J' ' - I . Q., Mgt Nw t v lr v M jg, , 1 i a l ,.'Z 9' x A Y' :wr ' t lib 4 , ip Q l ,V ill ' i . 'V' Q ll l E ' 5 1 , ' Vx li l . f V' l lp ll X ,I TL ! , ,ii i Z X' X ' rw... , ..., 1 xx Then l long to be back with the bunch And in sit in my same old place. When my thought fm' backward lingers When I think of that excellent lunch And the dishes that fell from Grace The Euninr arty After numerous and stormy gatherings of the mem- bers of the class of '06, it was finally decided to have a party, not exclusively a Junior party, but a good social gathering, in which the members of the class might in- vite whomever they pleased, whenever they pleased, and in whatever manner they pleased, either over the tele- phone, by mail, or personally. It is a well-known fact, however, that there has to be war of some kind before peace can be permanently established, and so it proved in this case. After the afore- said all-important questions had been duly discussed and decided to every one's satisfaction, all went smoothly, and the result was a grand success. Never before had the stately new Prospect school house seen such doings within its spacious halls. The committee chosen for the purpose worked diligently all the afternoon, and when they had finished, every one, at least every Junior, de- clared the decorations to be fully equal, if not superior, to any that had ever been displayed in the building before. The events of the evening opened with a grand high school march in which all participated, and this was fol- lowed by various games, in order as they appeared on the neat little green and white programs. After these were concluded, everyone feasted on fine cake and green and white ice cream, and then those who wished to do so indulged in dancing. In order to show the style in which every detail was carried out, it might be well to state right here that one of the most prominent members of the class went for his lady in a carriage. Our Superintendent, who was present for a short time, expressed his satisfaction at the manner in which the party, as a whole, was conducted, and so did Mr. Kinson, which is saying much for the success of any future social function to be given by the class of '06, '-ark ll ae, . - 504 ' x . X I I A Q 2 1 7 t Ur L xx: '-1.1-if A -xxx lt Qi ,ai - l!- -L' xxxz, Q ff? New .gif-45 L. iX . iw- -I There was a young junior named Jordon. lt's often been said he could board un Xlnlted milk and weak tea: And his dear nurse, Miss ll. XVon't let girls look cross-eyed nt Jurdolk 011132 bnpbnmure ibartp HE night of the 21st of February found quite a num- ber of Shaw students assembled together for the Sophomore party. The program of the evening started with a grand march. All enjoyed it immensely, until the fatal moment when the lovely Sophomore colors suddenly caught fire and were entirely burned before the brave Sophomores could save them. This was indeed a sad loss, but it did not break their spirits, and the Ll' fffi ' f iiv' -4.b lf. ZZ V NR ,Wir li, W I f 'i nf ,I I, f-fl W7 ' I 59 ul party progressed merrily enough. To be sure, a few little boys of the neighborhood attempted to enjoy them- selves at our expense, but were discovered all huddled together in one corner of the basement. With very little diHiculty they were removed, and were sent home, terror- striclcen. Hut on the whole it was a pretty nice sort of party: as you may learn by asking anyone who attended. 'l'here was a young fellow named Hanky Some hunting he clutched with a yank. Now his bravery was great, but do not overrate This lanky young fellow called llank. what Our Freshman class stole out one night To have a sleigh ride fine. The 'phone did let the Sophies know Our meeting place and time. ' When up the street we boldly drove, Us out they tried to cram, As jingle, jingle went the bells Away to Nottingham. The Sophics failed to pull ns out, But Kenneth's little brother Dived boldly right into the bob, And oh, he was a bother. With sticks and lists the faces of The others we did lamg But jingle, jingle went the bells Away to Nottingham. The other Sophies took a car, And met us at the, Y, But, like all other children wise, They did not want to die. They saw the fate in store for them, And scared they homeward rang While jingle, jingle went the bells, Away to Nottingham. the tu uttingbam At Windermere, unwillingly, jay left his hat and shoe. To put him out would make him So this we did not do: And at the pleading of the girls, We left him in the jam, , Still jingle, jingle went the bells, Away to Nottingham. sick To Jay we showed great clemency. VVho bootless was and cold, And in the bob we let him stay, But-he got ont when told, And through the snow to get his shoe And catch a car, he ran, As jingle, jingle went the bells, Away to Nottingham. At last the dance hall we did reach, And there we had much fun, In games. and dances, and the like, Till night was nearly done. XVith jolly stun' to eat, and drink. l1Ve certainly did cram, But not a single hell was heard VVith ns in Nottingham. With horns, and howls. with songs of joy, V Toward home we gaily sped. The friendly Y of Sophs was hareg Friend Hank had gone to bed The Sophs had all departed, eaeh, As gently as a lamb, VVhen jingle, jingle came the bells, Back home from Nottingham. 60 Ii SN A4 nl .f'pN D ' I fff15gQf7 I fUf' f'f :5 Qs I , W ' ff ,W?,f,7' U m y f K x gf! IR wb X7 Y . f W1 il X f Y If . ab 5 S fa f f Senior Qlllass Quotations EARL Bniciz--Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more, Brice doth murder sleep. DoN liRUOKlIAR'l'-Mfg maiden, prythee, speak one word and save him from the realms of darkness. MARJURIE Rluzvigs- VVl1o conquers me shall End a stub- born foe. BERT NIORGAN--UI came not, friends to steal away your hearts, I am no orator as Brutus is, I only speak right on. EDITH WARD-So quiet, lamblike in thy ways, Thou'lt live the same for all thy days. HA1,r.m Comsrocic- She ives her ton uc no moment's S rest. CANARIUS COVILI.-UTIIC very gods forgot to speak, When Canar s a neared with manner meek. Y IJ ALLEN Wim.:AMS- Something between a hindrance and a help ffootball season '04D. HIiNliY lVloUl.'roN-A lady's mang claims he has to re- turn his calls. EARL C1lI'I l'lCNI3ICN-TllC head without the body weighs nine ounces. - M mmm Almms- Tl1e maid superciliously tossed up her head. ,C,xRo1.1Nn BEIILIZN- 'l'hy modesty is a candle to thy merit. Nolmix Tilomfxs- I3lessecl are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. IJORA PIIILPOT-HVVOl1lZlIl,S at her best a contradiction still. MERCY SMITH-HSllC,S so proper and so pure. Bmmicic I-Io1v1fMAN- I have resolved to grow thin and look young till forty. E'1'11Er. MAXWELL- Hark, that silver tongue from those smooth lips. FI.oR1aNc:E .ANDREXVS--NBC good, sweet maid and let who will be clever! V Ic roR I'IIELLWIG-YOU look more like a senior at Sing Sing than at Shaw. EI.IZAllIE'l'II GRAY---HCOIUC give us a taste of your qual- ity. MAMIE SCIIIlS'l'IiR-KCOIIC tongue is sufficient for a woman. Eluniur lass Qhuntatiuns FLORIQNCIQ I-lA1uusoN- Tl1e match is made, the hour is fixed. I-IELIEN SILSIXY--NA tall fair-haired daisy. Kix'r111z1:INE Mnvrtks- A harmless innocent little girl. FRANK VV.Xlil7- A clear case of wheelsf' MARION Hlzkklck- Ask me no questions concerning to- morrow. MAIIX' Hor.M1as- Be good and you will be lonesome. E'l l':XMAlC Clmmrsk- A maiden modest and yet self-pos- sessedf' Irlolmcn Hrrcn- A very gentle beast and of good con- sciencef, Fr.o1usNc1z Goonwm- I am always gay and happy. IQUTII SIENCXIJAUGTI-HliClIlICl' late than never. IQENNETII SMART- You beat your pate, and fancy wit will comeg Knock as you please, there's nobody at home. EDWARD BASSli'I'-i'ClC2l1l shaven was he as a priestf, FLOYD Loman- I-le speaks in tones almost divine. ARCHIE CowAN-t'His tenor's like the whistling of a sawmill. WELLS CoMs'rocK- Like leech, by hermit used of old. Thou stickest fastg the tale is told. l4lEI.EN '.l'noM.txs- Hair like taffy, did you say? KEN. INGlaksol.i.- He,s smit, he's passion smit. Klcrrli jo1iNsoN- Thy name is Loonyf' RUTH MAcK11.l.,xN- Her classmates all declare how much she knew. CARl.'1'0N KI.rN1ci- Hoot mon, the devil's in thy legs. W1I.LARb JORDAN-nTOOli blue ribbon at a baby show. Clsxluc RlCllMOND-ASO meek and so modest. EVERETT RICIIMUND- A perpetual smilef' Rolzlcm' lVlc'Ew12N- I-le comes by the yard, and hath a monstrous stride. Al,l Rlill 1:l,ll.l.liN-U'lillC 'centre' of attraction although 'boozy. JU jo1rN Bll1iC,'.l'l-'UCllllKll'Cl'l should be seen and not heard. R0lHiR'l' Diavokk- Nature hath made strange fellows in her time. lfu.xNc'1s Olzclmnn- lX4'11cl1 he pretends to wit, sirg he can make a noise at least. 1,.f-:.o- Wccl1.C'V1 . ., l7l'RC'Y Sllllll N Oh, hat '1 1 e Uouig man, man mang Oh, what a nice young man. CARI. WII.I,mMs-A harmless innocent little man. PAUL WAos'm1f1f- I'Ie hath a face like a benedictionf' Snpbumure lass Qauutatiuns DAVID NUDRGAN-HFOI' thy sake, tobacco, I would do any- thing but die. LEE SKEEL- Sentimentally, I am disposed to harmonyg but organically, I am incapable of a tune. HEl-EN BEEMAN-USO wise, so young, they say do ne'er live long. HARRY BENNET-HOl.It of mind as soon as out of sight. CHARLES BUcII.LxN.xN-As studious as Ruth Schulte. . . tl.-I c 1 man w Jrice . 1 CIAUD l7RxNV1' Would on cl a lo 'it ai auction. HONVAIIIJ HERRER'1'-- I would not swear for fifteen cents. A lie I could not tell, L For boys that do such doleful things VVill surely go to -. A HIENRY THoMAs- Not everybody can see things from my point of view, 'six feet one.' CLIFFORD TITGEMEVER-HSOINC people have a bright fu- ture behind them. ' HAROLID VVHITIE--HIS a clark horse. VVINTI-IROI' SMART-HSllONV it a fair pair of heels. :XLYIN PREY1-:R and IXIARJURIIC Slllillili- Alvin Preyer and Marjorie Sheier Live far upon the hill, They come to school by car each day, And Alvin foots the bill. Nl.XRY Rmxuxxn- I have a good memory, but it isn't very long. liiucn llRu'lc-Woulcln't know it,if he sat on a tack: will never catch cold. H.xRoLlm D1-:AN-- A fool can ask more questions in an hour than a wise man can answer in a yearfl I.uc1.x 1'IUG4llNS- hll1SlC, the soft assuasive voice ap- plies. IM' lNGliRS0l.l.- i I love the lassies one and all, l love them big and weeg l love them chubby, fat or tall, But nobody loves me. l2Ls1E KING- Sl1y withal as the young antelopef' .'Xl.llliR'l' lil.lick,x- .-X mother's pride. a father's joy. RUTH SC'llUl.'l'li-K'HO1JC is brightest when it dawns from fears. freshman Qlllass dauutatiuns S'l'lCW.'XR'l' BRUXVNIC-uSllC dotes on his very absence. - PIQRCY CRUZIIER-uSlUW as 'lasses in janurayf' DEAN FULLER- SllCi'l men are dangerous' Gus Go1.nsMl'ru- His voice was ever soft, gentle, and low. :EARL HUh'Il'lIRISY-U1'IOW green you are and fresh ! EUGIQNIQ Iz.-xN'r- Tall oaks from little acorns grow? Nimmo KlEI.I.liR-'iVVlSC1' in his own conceit than seven men who can render a reason. CIIARLIQS -l4XC'fI'l!S-'lDO1l't sow your wild oats, thcy're bad eating. CARI. iX'iIE'1'CJXI.li--uCJl1C care it heard, at the other out it went. SCo'1 r Romans- He capers, he dances, he has the eyes of youth. HARRY SCHU51-ER- 1-Ialloo your name to the rcverberate hills And make the babbling gossips of the air Cl'y out. E1.woon S'I'RlCli'l'- TllC little mite thinks itself the whole cheesef' EUGENE S'l'RlCli'I'- TLlI'l'l him out to pasture. PERRY VVARU- We have some salt of our youth in us. Cl..-XRENCE VVlil!S'1'l'IR--NI feel half ashamed at times to be so tall. Arne W1-11'rP:slmc-'fSilent as the moon. VVI1.ir.ARu FORD- A very gentle beast, and of a good con- science. FRANK MILI.lER-6KAl1d of his port as meke as is a maydef' JOHN VVoom:URN- I'1l not budge an inch. K,x'rnRvN l3A1Rn- I would rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sadf, Cl1R1s'i'lN1c CizN1ae- And so stands she, calm and child- like. E'r1lm. CLUM- Shy she was, and l thought her cold. FR.xNt'lQs FUl.l.lCR- fjl1CC more. who would not be a boy P Gmnvs I-I.-imc- Sl1e hath a way to sing so clear Phcebus might, wondering, stop to hear. lvi.-XRY lzlxN'r- Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancyf, CARo1. 'KIRKWOOD-HI..O1'li, what fools these mortals be. h'I.xRr:.fxRm' -IfJlill.XN-'KHOIJC on, hope ever. Fr.oRiaNc'ic Jixcons- Children and fools cannot lie. IEHNA LEIGIfl'l'0N'--hcuf her own gentle voice afraid. AMY LOUISE lWCFARI.AND-Hfh sweet attractive kind of face. K.'X'l'llI2RlNE NIORRIS-HVVC grant, although she had much wit, She was rather shy of using it. ES'l'lCl.l.A MURRAY-HSClf-CO1lCClt is harder to cure than a cancer. ' i'lICI.IiN RUCICNN'lCi.l..-iiOl1CL3 again, who would not be a boy? ESTIIICR S'l'ANI.lEY--05116 is a bonnie wee thing. C,xRoI,1N1s VVARRIQN- What a dust T have raised,', quoth the fly on the coach. Slips NllMl l'IlE fin German, William Tcllj- O, do not think of the errors of my youth. Miss BARNABY-- Physical geography class will not re- cite todayg how many are going to class ? CANARIUS fin Germanj- He went in and then opened the door. CLAUD FRANKE freciting in geometryj-- The internal angels are equal. AI.I,.1iN WILLIAMS Creciting in Latinj- Caesar's men threw stones down from the hill and the enemy threw up. PIENRY THOMAS fin Caesar class, reading indirect dis- coursej--Miss Gleason: Will this class please be a little quieter, Czesar is talking. RUTH SENCABAUGU Qin Physicsj- When you put water on a hot stove, it does not melt. l! MISS SWAIN- Why did Horatio speak to the ghost? WELLS CoMsToCK- Because he could speak the dead languages. Miss HIQNDERSON Cin historyj- Earl, what two kinds of arches are there. EARL C.- The round and square. WAGs'rAFF fin Germanj- Who had did the deed P what the Jfenne Miss SWAIN- Claude, that is the third time you have turned around and looked at Robert, just as if you really saw something. ROBERT MCENVEN finds it necessary to take a constitu- tional every afternoon at three o'clock.' Lynch him. Where was Thomas when the lights came down? ALLEN WILLIAMS- The boy bachelor. ' ORCIIARD fto Miss Bultman, in Germanj- Miss Bult- man, if a vassal had a little son, would he be a vassaline ? ' Botany class, zero day in February: Miss KURTZ- Henry, those drawings of yours are sloppyf' HIENIIY--KKNCVCF mind, Miss Kurtz, they'll freeze pretty soon. PAT- Mike, what you painting so fast fur P MIKE- Be-gore, I whant to get through before my paint gives out. BURT MORGAN-CKAllCl he performed ffeetsj for the pub- lic. FRANK WARD- Thith Qthisj was a man. HOWARD HIERBIER'l'-c'Al1, his head was sore, an' his muscles were tender, Therefore no aid to his friends could be render. Why is Henry Thomas a famous poet? Because he is a Long Fellow. Why is it so cold in the Sophomore room? Because there is always a Frost there. RUTQII SCHULTE fto Robert Izant, who has been talking through his hatj-f'You couldn't have got Q9 in your test, for I only got 98. Wm..l-s COMSTOCK-U.A man who's not afraid to say his say, though the whole town's against him. Oh ! how much wood would Johnie burn if ,johnie would burn wood. johnie Woodburn. The baseball management has complied with the request of the Freshmen's mothers, and will hereafter have a tent erected at all games, where lost children may be left until claimed. A SOPH- I believe he cramsf' FRESI-I-UI don't know, he never ate at my table. FIRST--HTllC other day I painted a picture of a snow- storm and it was so real that the thermometer fell twenty degrees. S11:coNn-- Tliat is nothing. I painted a picture of Ed. Bassett, and it was so real, that father had to shave it, every morning. Bulletin Baath Stolen Carriages Stolen-IX milk lmottlc from my A full line of party carriages clcsk.-jordan, '06, rates rcasonalxlc.-Iorclan, '06, S8100 Reward Notice For tlic arrest and prosecution of Those desiring instructions in the the person or persons who tnrnccl art of Courtship, soc me at oncc.- tlic l10sc on Hallie. li. lngcrsoll, '06, Notice For Sale Anyollc flcslfmil' fl Comllctclll llircls from all climcs.-Canaries manager, sec Orcliarcl, '06, '05- 68 Bulletin Baath Notice All those wishing' to try for the S. H. S. Ping Pong' team, hand their names to me at once-P. Keith Johnson. Notice to the Girls If there should be a girl in this school whom l have m'g'Ivcfcd to have a ease', on, I take this means of offering an apology. Sincerely, ' lirancis Madison Urchard, 'O6. Personal VVanted-A young' lady, fond of going out to dinner, good-looking and wealthy, to correspond. Object matrimony. Address Victor Ifred- ricks liellwigglcs, 'o5. Notice Copies of Wlilliams' Book of Slanggf' are now distribution. Price 25c VVilliams, '05, Wanted Handy Someone to love.-Robert Stan ready foi each.-A. ley Mcliwen, '06, 69 Mlibizb nut shea nritiss criticise f I f HN ll ' A 1 lv mm M f 3 . , - 'y,- -- ' '.-E, - ,,. :L-ir ' V. ' VN 'H L --'.::::::::::::gg5',? 2--'-f uf- r 3. gl 1:-T-'vm ffz QE pa I Q fl? Q J ., Aw X vf I N. f ?Q:.2QiQq Q lf: ' P197 '- ' 4 45- ' A , QL j Q19 f f? f r H16 X .IL 1 Q x V R I - Q 11, q f V V . . f Z., b I ' 0 ox X, , X ff , 1 Q-Ji. . , U- , f f x A f 5 rf Z2 L- J Sap - ,QQ ig: f V ' ': SX lx A xpf CEE? f '? . -:.g gk ,. ' JQIQ5? Y V A An ' T ----i-i...- Sub tram the artmessn 1lJri,ze iixrtrb Flmucls u. ORCHARD, 'o6. N thersmallsouthern town of Merrelsville, there stands au avenue of those old manors, a triile un- kempt now, and weather-beaten, yet stately. Grad- ually the great houses become less frequent, and one passes, barely knowing, into a rambling country road, which turns sharply, crosses a small stream, and, keeping course with it, winds along serpent-like past the fer- tile valley farms. A short distance further on, the in- numerable ranks of rustling corn give way to a rather overgrown hedge, beyond which a gently rising slope may be seen, bisected by a broad gravel driveway leading to the veranda of an ivy-grown mansion. Lofty trees surround the house, their heads seeming to pierce the heavens. lly impulse the traveler draws rein, admires the place, and hazards at its history. XVith thoughts somewhat similar to this, a rough- looking old man stood in a shaded part of the road, re- garding the scene. 1-le was, seemingly, aged, yet there was a look about his ragged clothes and scraggly beard which was curiously interesting. ln the town he was called Old jim 3 but no one knew of his identity, other than that he had wandered into the place at the close of the war, an imbecile. and had since existed in a mean way, doing odd jobs, and playing for dances. Students of character whispered of mystery and a hidden past: the prosaic looked upon him as an object for pity, and so he lived. His custom of taking solitary walks baffied the curious-minded, for these were always in the same direc- tion, and usually ended at the spot where we found him. Here, in apparent felicity, he would remain for hours, silently studying the manor.- Totally oblivious of the passing world, Old Jim gazed, as if fascinated, at the scene before him. For the hnndredth time he tried to think, tried to make his numb brain answer that bodily thrill he experienced when he beheld this view. Like Sisyphus he could almost accom- plish the feat. yet never quite finish it, for the cloud which overhnng him seemed impregnable. At last the look of animation dying from his eyes, and his head sinking upon his breast, he turned homeward, painfully shambling along. Strangeh ! A dim consciousness came over him. Slowly he turned and gazed across the road in the direction of the sound. Yes, there was a cause, a little girl. In the vil- lage there were lots of little girls, but they always ran when he appeared. Maybe this one would also. Strangeh ! l No, she was talking to him. What could she be saying. His head seemed light. Tremor after tremor passed over his frame. Why, her face was tearstreaked, and her apron torn. She wasn't -like other little girls. And with step more alert he hastened across the road to her. What is it, honey P he asked, using unconsciously that sweet Southern synonym. Oh, strangehl My doggie! My good old Rex! I-le's all foamy! Come and see ! ' and with this she burst into piteous sobs. Rex, Rex, where had he heard that name? A dogg Rex, a dog. Over and over he mumbled the two. The little maid's sobs grew less violent, and with eyes of wonder she looked at him. Feeling a gaze upon him he suddenly noticed the little child again. Oh! The little girl was crying. Poor little girl! Perhaps she had been hurt. But look, where was she running to? For a moment he looked dumbly uncomprehending after the retreating figure, then, as in a dream, he followed her. Where was he? What was this sensation that thrilled his whole being? There, what is that? Strangeh! I-Ieah! A And there, lying, body distorted, was a dog. Yes it was! His dog! His Rex! Ah !--- now he could remember: the battle, the instant gleam of the saber, and the interminable fall into space. God! Was he mad? No, he couldn't be, for there was the dog, and there the snake, which had evidently been killed to save the little mistress. Ah, Heaven! But how sweet it was to reason, to think, to comprehend. But now he came 'to notice his surroundings more clearly, and his eyes fell upon the little girl once more. Tenderly he comforted her, and led her to the house. There--yes, it was true !-there he found old Mammy and Uncle Joe, faithful still. Quietly he explained to them, and' then, leaving them to shout and sing their joy, he hastened to the room where his father used to sit. Yes, there he was, ever watching for the return. Yet how worn and how aged he had become. For a moment he stood speechless, then, with a cry, he sprang forward and buried his head, in the old man's lap. Great sobs shook his whole frame. My boy! My boy ! was all the old man could say. Finally he raised the bowed head with his wrinkled hands, and scanned the face with those dim, almost sightless eyes. Then stroking the rumpled hair caress- ingly, he murmured, At last. Q ZBream HENRY THOMAS, 'O7. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a page of Caesar that I should have learned before, I was startled by a rapping, as if some one gently tap- Ping, Tapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some football fiend, I muttered, and the words were scarcely uttered, When there came upon my threshold shapes I oft had seen before- Shades of Bultman, llarn'by, Tanner, and of Swain, the English scanner, All a-standing at my door. A There they stood and eyed me sadly, and my conscience smote me madly, I When I thought of long hours squandered, and poor lessons by the score, For each solemn-visaged teacher, with distress in every feature, In her hand a goose egg bore . Will I pass, oh friends of learning, tell me for my soul is yearning, Pass in English, Geom. and German, tell me for I worry sore P But each mournful, sad-eyed teacher, tones sepulchral like a preacher, Sighed and gasped, No, Nevermore! l One more chance, I cried in sorrow, I'll do better on the morrow Z p But Themis-like, each teacher, with a throw like Billy More, I-Iurled a goose eggu wildly at me, as dejectedly I sat me, Madly shrieking Nevermore I N Now I see those ghostly faces, in the most unheard of places, Every time I try to study and to raise my H74,H I can hear those teachers sighing, I can see those goose eggsn Flying, I can hear that Nevermore. tc YY uuteh RUTH ELZA MACKILLEN, 'o6. REAK-Crack-Crack-Bang! The little family looked up in horror from the table, all three with an expression of terror imprinted on their faces. Creak-Crack-Crack-Crack! Poor Mrs. Merrill could stand the strai11 no longer. Oh, Elizabeth, Elizabeth, she moaned, turning appealingly to her daughter, bad luck, Elizabeth, to those who have brought this pest upon us. Bad luck to those spiritualists who have spirits surrounding your very vict- uals, and she arose from the cozy supper table, followed by her tall daughter, and a very scared looking little boy. Crick-Crack-! Mother, don't start so, ventured Elizabeth for the first time, in an ineffectual effort to soothe. It is probably only my guardian angel, you know she said- Mrs. Merrill raised her hand in protest, every inch of her trim little person crying loudly, no more! But mother, ventured Elizabeth again, after a tense pause, maybe, after all, it is only poor dear papa. I don't see anything to be frightened about if it is only he. Now if it was Blue Water, that Indian Medicine man- Shut up! cried the little fellow shrilly, ean't you see mamma's crying ? A Never mind, mamsie, dear, said Elizabeth, drawing nearer her mother affectionately, you know spirits- Bank-Crack-Split ! Know spirits! cried the frantic woman, 'fwell if T I donlt, no one does-I, who have suffered for two weeks and-l' ' Yes, but they couldn't hurt you, her daughter in- terrupted, they have 'just passed overg' why that spirit- ualist talks every day with her mother, and hosts and hosts- B-a-n-g! The sound seemed to come from the front door. Hosts and hosts and more coming, lamented the excited woman. Shall I send them out, ma ? asked the child timor- ously, or shall I get the 'poker,' or the 'pepper,' or, with his little voice lower, or-'the vevolver ?' Elizabeth looked at him silencingly. But, ma,,' continued the irrepressible lad, if it's pa, maybe he's got some candy for meg and a smile of frightened expectancy spread over his bright, little face. His mother shuddered and drew the child to herg while on the pretty face of Elizabeth, fear, doubt, and mirth struggled for mastery. R-a-p, Rap-Crack! The table near the frightened trio seemed most human. In her excitement Mrs. Merrill jumped to her feet, leaving the fair-haired boy to clamber up from his sudden tumble as well as his scattered senses would allow. The poor woman wrung her hands, while Elizabeth stood helpless, looking around the room for an inspiration. Suddenly her glance fell on the clock. Twenty minutes of eight! Let's go to the theatrej' she cried excitedly, and let the spirits monopolize the house if they want to. The worn-out woman sank weakly down into a chair as Elizabeth ran with feigned laughter up the stairs. Something horrible seemed to clutch at her flying feet, as she hastened down again with her arms full of wraps. Hurry up, everybody, she cried. This is once we've baffled the spirits V' VVithin five minutes they were at the hall door, Mrs. Merrill too bewildered to think. Say, mamma, the little fellow whispered as they went hastily down the steps, Hhave we locked them all in P When the little party arrived home from the theatre, it was with mingled sensations they mounted the steps to the door, a little fear clutching at their hearts as if they were expecting to see ghosts or something equally unexplainable. Why, I don't see anyone here now, mamma, cried the lad joyfully, his sleepy blue eyes fairly beaming. Mrs. Merrill glanced nervously around as Eliza- beth Hooded the house with light. With a sigh she sank into a large leather chair. No sound had greeted them on their return. The cracking had ceased, and she almost laughed at the nightmare of a few hours before. One-Two! The sound of the striking clock came distinctly to the terrified ears of Elizabeth, as she lay with the covers over her head. Crackity-creak-Crack-Crack-Creak. Some one was coming up the dark stairs. Distiuctly she heard the steps crack and creak. Oh, for a light! Thoughts of her mother's fright, if she happened to be awake, Hew through her mind. In vain she tried to call out, but her tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of her mouth. The cracking kept on. Would they never get up those stairs? Suddenly her own door cracked, seeming to fairly split the wood, and a cold perspiration began to stand in beads on her forehead. But now the noise seemed to go down the hall and into another room. Elizabeth could stand it no longer. Springing out of bed she turned on the light and flew to her mother. Did you hear the noise? her mother whispered hoarsely. That's the result of going to those fortune- telling Spiritualists. Let's get up. I won't endure this another second. Do you suppose there's any one in the house P asked Elizabeth with a shudder. I d0n't know, but I hope so. Startled at her mother's calmness, Elizabeth looked up. If it only is some one, her mother exclaimed, I will feel much more satisfied. The clock struck the half hour. Half past two ! they both ejaculated. That morning the appearance of Mrs. Merrill and her daughter revealed a sleepless night. Strange to say, the next morning did not alter their appearance, and in a week they looked almost like spirits themselves. Even the little lad became accustomed to glance fearfully at his own shadow to see if the Spirits were coming. Several days later this advertisement appeared in a daily newspaper: Wanted-A young man, strong, and with some knowledge of Spiritualism. Apply at No. 96 Plymouth Street, alt once. It would have been strange, indeed, to know even some of the conjectures this peculiar advertisement called up in the minds of the readers of a large daily. At any rate the result the next morning marked an epoch in the Merrill household. Elizabeth and her mother were en- joying a somewhat premature breakfast, when they were started by the ringing of the door-bell. My gracious ! ejaculated the nervous woman jump- ing to her feet. Go and see who it is, Elizabeth. Maybe someone answering our advertisement, she added, as an after thought. What's the matter, child P Elizabeth, overcome with laughter, pointed to the door, and Hnally managed to exclaim: Well, mother, this specimen islcertaiuly j'0Illlg enough! Mrs. Mer- rill opened the door. Please, mam, is it an errand boy you do be wantin'? If it's errands, I'll be doin' 'em, so I will, gasped the shock-headed lad anxiously in one breath. The poor woman was thunderstruck. No, I-I Elizabeth, it wasn't an errand boy we wanted, was it ? Elizabeth came to her rescue and sent the child away. Scarcely had they got seated, before the door-bell once more startled the inmates. Is this ther house what wants a young man ? queried a tramp-like piece of baggage. Bring him in, Elizabeth, until I see if he's the right one, called Mrs. Merrill from the dining-room. Somewhat fearfully Elizabeth led the character into her mother's presence. . I'm the man yer wants, 'tis likely, exclaimed the tramp, and don't yer think I can't work, he added, at the horrified look on Mrs. Merrill's face. I can empty garbage, clean the sewer pipes, peel potatoes, and, as he glanced around the room for some other sign of his ingenuity, and heat rugs, he added, with a puff of pride. What do you know about Spiritualism? asked Elizabeth suddenly, her brown eyes bubbling with laugh- ter, for in the daylight spirits did not seem to bother Elizabeth. A look of puzzled uncertainty crossed over the tramp's face, while he ran his black fingers through his unkempt hair. What did yer say, mem? he asked, after a minute's pause. 1 My daughter asked-- Your darter? he questioned, with an admiring look at Elizabeth. Yes, my daughter asked if you knew anything about Spiritualismf' said Mrs. Merrill, somewhat des- perately. Was it Spiritualism your ladyship asked? Mrs. Merrill nodded. Much to her relief, the tramp backed toward the door and disappeared therefrom. That sounds too much like prison, he muttered. as he rushed hurriedly down the steps. Elizabeth rolled in laughter. You will wake Harold upf' Mrs. Merrill said somewhat severely. It was your fault as much as mine that we advertised. You wrote the thing, anyway. 'Twas you put in YOUNG, corrected Elizabeth. In the Public Library sat a stalwart, Southern- looking young man, absent-mindedly reading over the n:orning's paper. Queer I should have forgotten the name of that street, he thought to himself. If I had only taken it down now, when her aunt gave it to me at Atlantic City last summer. Beastly luck! Not a directory this side of kingdom come-- He paused with a whistle. Plymouth Street, No. 96 Plymouth Street, he ex- claimed in surprise. The very number. He had on his hat and coat in a second. I wonder what new fad Mrs. Merrill is suffering under now P he mused with a chuckle. ll-r-r-r-r-r-r! Elizabeth peeked through the door. I'll see what he is like, she whispered to her mother, before I let him in this time. She started back hastily. Oh, mother! hcis perfectly beautiful, she exclaimed, shut- ting the door much harder than she meant to, causing Mrs. Merrill to jump nervously. Tall and fair, a per- fect dear, with eyes- Mrs. Merrill smiled vaguely. I3-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r! . VVhy don't you go to the door, Elizabeth? Your perfect dear will be gone in a minute. I couldn't open the door again, if I tried, she added, somewhat listlessly. Is this Mrs. Merrill's residence P asked a deep bass voice, when Elizabeth opened the door. Yes, won't you come in? I suppose you have come in answer to our advertisement. Weive been having a perfectly horrid time, such tramps and office boys. The young man smiled. Do I look like a tramp PU he asked, unexpectedly. Come into the library. Mamma is just about worn out with applicants, she answered in confusion, Mrs. Merrill started up. Jack Freemond, you, of all people ! she exclaimed gladly, with a deep note of relief in her voice. How did you ever find your way here P Through your advertisementf' he answered de- murcly, casting a smiling glance at Elizabeth. I-Ier mother rallied. Elizabeth, this is Mr. Free- mond, a friend of your auntisg my daughter, Mr. Free- mond. I believe you have each heard me speak of the other. I think we have already met, he answered with boyish lightheartedness. Indeed, I believe I was taken for either a tramp or an Ofl'lCC boy at the door, he added, looking at Elizabeth. The young man dropped carelessly onto the divan I have had a terrible time to find you, he ex- claimed with a sigh of relief. I forgot your address and found it in the paper this morning. -Do I fill all the requirements P he asked with mock anxiety. I am strong and young- Elizabeth laughed. VVhat do you know of Spirit- ualism, M r. li'reemondP I-Ie puckered up his brows. Spiritualism? Why, I can materialize any number of Spirits from- Do they crack PU asked Harold from behind the table where he had been viewing with open mouth this turn in affairs. I Mr. lireemond turned quickly around. That is I4Iarold, the lad I was telling you about last summer, explained Mrs. Merrill. I declare, I forgot he was in the room. Come here, Harold. The lad slowly climbed from his uncomfortable position and gazed earnestly at the newcomer. Do they really, truly crack, real hard ? he asked anxiously. 'Cause if they don't, they are not the kind we have, he added, somewhat hurt at the amused laughing of the stranger. The next day the Merrill household was in con- fusion. The inmates had flown at the request of Jack Freemond, and the house, now under the direction of jack, appeared as if in a state of insurrection. Carpen- ters were at work among masses of covered furniture and carpets. Piece after piece of woodwork was brought down the wide stairs on stalwart shouldersg wood was taken up, the casings over the registers down stairs were replenished, and in three days there were needed but the services of a woman to straighten up the litter. jack sat on the back steps, thinking. All is finished, Mr. Freemondf' ' Startled from his revery, the young man glanced up at the bulky form of the head carpenter filling the doorway, and smiled. Very bad case of spirits ? he questioned. Green wood and pine-warped, was the grim re- ply, but, in 3 different tone, do you know, they might not be so far off the track? Did you ever hear that old Norwegian myth ? What has mythology to do with pine and spirits ? ejaculated Mr. Freemond. The carpenter seated himself on the porch railing. It was several years ago, he began, that I read an article, somewhere or other 5--you have heard of the pine forests of Norway? Well, the imaginative folks in one of the little mountain villages have the pretty belief that when their people die, their spirits enter some stately tree, so at evening, after the day's work is done, these simple villagers wander among their friends in the moon- light, listening to the murmurings of the pine needles and the sighing of the boughs, with the same loving under- standing with which they were wont to talk to their departed. A pretty myth, mused the carpenter, after a pause. A more refined mode of transmigration. What say you, Mr. Freemond P The picturesque earnestness of the carpenter had silenced Jack to only a nod, and- I agree with you. Mrs. Merrill may not have been so far wrong. The hearty laugh of the carpenter as he walked away was echoed by Jack on the doorstep, but within he was thinking, I'll tell that to Elizabeth. Several days later the little family sat before the fire, seemingly at rest. No cracking disturbed the peace- ful atmosphere. I don't see how he killed those Spirits, suddenly exclaimed Harold, who had been gazing thoughtfully into the fire. Were they in the wood over the reg- isters ?,' Mrs. Merrill glanced up from her book and nodded, smiling slightly at the reminiscences of the warped wood- work. Is Elizabeth a Spirit ? he asked again, anxiously. Whatever put that into your head P Mrs. Merrill exclaimed, while Elizabeth looked' puzzled. Why, he said, the lad was evidently trying to choose the correct words, jack said she was as bewitch- ing at the Spirits. What does bewitching mean, mamma P His mother glanced smilingly at her blushing daugh- ter. It was I who put in 'YOUN'G,' was it not? she questioned. Spring Drige Dorm :PI r Qrhrl Gbuuhwin, 'oo The sun is shining hrightlp, The hirhs begin their tuning, illihe tninhs will hlutn more Iightlp, Ulihe flutners tnill soon he hlnnming Qrnunh us here. Qlnng nur jililap. Ulhe skies are grntning rlearer, Ulihe lnuuhs mill soon he green, Qnh lite seems tu he bearer, Q11 nature seem serene, when spring is near. when spring hulhs stnap. Q9ur lines tnith glahness glutning, QBur suuls tnith lube derflntning Glu Qthrist, the king. Ulhuugh tninter skies tnere hrearp, QBur hearts mill grntn less tnearp, when comes the spring. eiJ7Jing'5 inturp Qfter efeat KEN rNGrsRsoLL, 'o6. EDDING walked slowly up the well-worn path to the dormitory. He whistled a lively tune as he climbed the three flights to his room, calling care- lessly different names as he passed the open doors along the hall. Then he threw himself down in a big arm chair and put his feet on the bed. He began to think how fine college life wasg a fellow could do just as he pleasedg no mother nor sister to nag him. His pockets were well filled with money, and his chances for the team were good, in fact, he had played part of the Hrst game, and played well, too, for llrown, the captain, had told him so. VVasn't he lucky to get a room with Brown? He just happened to draw that card with f'36'l on it. He was restless and wished Sunday was over, so he could be on the football field. He began to wish he hadn't quit smoking. Now was just the time he could enjoy it. But he couldn't play football if he did. Sud- denly. without thinking, he opened his trunk, and, digging down in the corner, he pulled out his pipe. There was still a little tobacco left in it from that smoke he had a week ago, when his trunk was packed. Redding put his pipe in his mouth and rocked to and fro in his chair, humming like a starved cat with a saucer of milk. A dry smoke wasn't so bad, after all. Yet why shouldn't he light it? There was only a little tobacco there, and no one would know. llesides, this would be the last time, till the season was over. He closed the door and opened the windows and, trying to force all thought of shame from his mind, he lighted a match. The rest was easy. A few puffs, and all was gone. Slowly Redding knocked the ashes out. His face burned with indigna- tion. He walked to the table, kicking everything as he passed, and laid down his pipe. He was a fool and he knew it. He ought to have left his pipe at home, as his mother had said. Suddenly, struck with a thought, he went to the open window. He gave a glance up and came back for his pipe. Then sitting on the sill with himself outside, he threw directly over his head what at one time seemed to be his best friend. He heard it drop on the roof and roll down to the eave, where it stuck. The aim was good. Redding slid inside and went on with his whistling. eherie FLORENCE HARRISON, 'o6. HE sea pounded monotonously upon the bar of pale shining sand. The sky was grey as far as one could see, and the clouds hung low over the sand dunes and surging waters. A single low-thatched hut broke the long line of sea-grass, which drew the sky and sand together in a long sweep of restful green. On the sand before the bungalow lay a girl, her head pillowecl on her arm, mutely gazing into the liquid depths of the sea before her. She was slight but strongly built. Clothed in some coarse stuff of sea-green color, which made a pleasing contrast with the sand, she lay with her dark red hair spread flat on the sand like an open fan. Two books were tucked away in the folds of her dress. For a long time she had, been reading, forgetting herself and all else, hearing only the mournful cry of a bird in the sea-grass. Now she had closed the book and rested her eyes, quietly absorbing the sounds of the sea, and the faintly-colored horizon, where the sky and broad ex- panse of water met and drifted into one. With a sigh the girl snuggled closer to the sand and let her thoughts wander. . The waves, lapping at her feet, had flooded her mind with memories, and she began to dream. She was on the deck of the big steamer, waving her last good-bye to the gray-haired man who stood on the landing. She, the daughter of an over-indulgent father, was leaving the great city she had always know as home for a foreign land. where she had neither friend nor acquaintance. It all seemed as yesterday. How she had looked forward to her stay in that wonderful city. There she could copy the great masters she had heard so much about, and had longed to see. And of course she could master all the difficulties. Had not all her friends told her so? And had not her father promised her all the advantages, that she might gain what she so desired? How happy she was as the steamer slipped out of the harbor, leaving the city enveloped in its dense fog. Then the days out on the water were happy, indeed, with nothing to do but to read and wait in happy expectation. In the evening she stood by the rail and watched the oily moving sea below, and the moon rise up like fire and cool to silver. So the time had passed, until, one morning, as the sun was just above the horizon, a land breeze was wafted through the air, and, as they neared the city, gliding down the river close to the shore, a series of sensations, not altogether delightful, took possesion of the girl. But she flung them off and turned her head bravely toward the great metropolis. The girl on the beach lifted her head and raised herself slowly, supported on one hand. She looked across the glare of water and smiled wearily. She flushed as her thoughts went back to that life in Paris, and to the many things it had taught her-sad, bad, and good. She did not allow herself to think of the words of the kind little professor who had toiled with her a year, and all in vain. Even the thought of his sympathy made her shudder. All her eagerness and hope had made it harder for him to say the words. VVhat restless nights those had been, when she lay with her head pillowed against the window, watching the tower of the cathedral in the night, until its big chimes would strike, and then all the other little clocks would follow. With a sigh the girl slipped down to the warm sand, close to the lapping water, to dream farther. That night, as she listened to the chimes, the repulsion had come. When she had realized her mistake, she was faded from the close studio air and dust. Nervous and worn ont with anxiety, she longed for the peaceful coun- try. She wanted solitude, away from salons, studios and paint-traps. With a thankful heart she had come back to her own land, to live upon a sand-dune, away from curious eyes and seornful ridicule, and here she was to live for a month, between the salt marshes and the sea, to nurse her lost hope, where no one could see and she would see no one, And now this solitary peace was almost ended. There were only two more days! Again she rose from the bed of sand with a start and shook the sand from her hair. ln the heavens there remained only a few little white clouds, scampering across the great dome of pale blue sky, which was slowly fading to crimson in the setting sun. The sand dunes cast their shadows longer, cooler, and more beautiful, as the sun sank below the horizon. Motionless the girl wondered at the changing scene of beauty and color. Even as she watched, the sun dis- appeared behind the horizon, and with it the light in her eyes. Turning slowly, she walked toward the bungalow and entered, silently. Qu Qttempt that faileh JAMES M URRAY, 'o8. Old Dust Cobbs, as he was called, The grain was much, the shekels few Lived down on Tinker's Creekg He sighed both in and out, His noisy, bumping, rickety mill Swore hard and tinkered all clay long Would make a fog-horn sick. And fussed and fumed about. I've choked myself nigh forty years In this old rotten placeg I've failed in every pesky thing- Gness mine's a hopeless case. 'Tll be hanged! Ah! thatis the thing! He went, but landed, mighty quick, Gosh! thar's a hook right tharg ,Mid awful dust and ding A rope, a noose, and 'ready, go,' For hook and rafter followed suit, The cry that smote the air. Doubling him up like sin. 90 He just gave one wild loud hurrah, With joy did straightway jump. 'Tm mighty glad I've failed again, I surely am a chumpf' :se ik :sf wk wk ak :of lk And if yer catch me at any more hanging bees jest let me know, will yer P fl A , 'il i MH ,. VI, 1 Kylix - L' ' li l V Q ilk 7 m i n , , Q, 5:3 K, t 'GSH lgriu X V ' W Q l i A A , We E ' ' ' i if f - 13, 4 Q 3 it N I .fm 91 Zlibe jllllpsterp nf the urtb latte Y pard, Hank Lowman, a halfbrecd, named Jim, and I were camping on the banks of the Little North Platte. We had set our line of traps a week before, and for a few days they yielded an assort- ment of all the fur-bearing animals that abound in the Northwest. Suddenly, after a heavy snow-fall, one of our best located traps disappeared, and, as if in sym- pathy, all the others caught very little-at best only a muskrat or a 'possum. We not only were put out by our poor catch, but every morning our anger and hatred arose to white heat at the appearance of what seemed to be the tracks of a heavy ox and a dug-out, or canoe- shaped sled, used by the trappers in winter to make the rounds of tl1eir traps on the bank of the frozen river. Late one afternoon, Hank and I sat discussing the probable guilt of a little Frenchman that was staying across the river. VVe were waiting for the blizzard to cease, so that we might follow the strange track to its end, for, two hours after the tracks were made in the bleak dawn, they were covered to a depth of two feet with light feathery snow. Hank was in favor of going to the little Frenchman's hut and having it out with him, but, after much discussion, l was able to persuade him to wait. ln our argument we had forgotten the half- breed. When we had gone to talking about the weather and other triHes, we heard a crack of a gun. We paid no attention and thought that it was some dog Indian getting his Sunday meat. 'But the crack of that rifle meant more than a rabbit or squirrel. In a few minutes the half-breed entered, with his hand behind his back and a triumphant grin on his face. I Dreading the worst, but trying to look calm and collected, I questioned Jim. He answered, with the usual Indian monosyllables, that he had been across the river. I looked him steadily in the eye, and he drew from behind him the reeking scalp of the poor little trapper. jim see hum in window. Jim shoot. Hum got sled and ox. Hum steal otter. I-Ium no more steal Otter. To say that I was horrified would be putting it mild- ly. I was staggered a11d looked to see what were Hankis sentiments. I-Ie calmly smoked his black pipe and turned the scalp in his knotted hand: When you hal been in this heer business so long nor I've been, youlll not feel bad when one of them black-heads gets his last sickness. Then he drew a puff of the stale tobacco smoke and handed the ghastly token to the half-breed. I did not say any more and tried not to consider myself in the light of a murderer. I was not sure but that-jim had done right, according to my growing sense of western justice. For to steal on a trap-line is as much a crime as not to yell timber,' when a tree is tottering and in danger of falling on the fellow-workmen. And I have heard of many a poor lumberman swinging for this negligence. But my shorter experience in the wily West had not calloused me to the extent that life-long hard- ships had benumbed the pity of my colleagues. The next morning the leaden sky was showing signs of brightening, and about noon it was reasonably clear. We were glad of the change and set about our routine duties with no more haste than usual. It was Jimls turn to visit the traps. I-Ie started early, expecting a heavy catch, for the two causes of failure were removed -the Frenchman was no more, and the cold was not so intense. I-Iank and I busied ourselves with the skinning and the baling of the skins of the animals already caught. About one o'clock we started to get dinner for a very puzzled-looking Indian. We knew that he had some- thing on his mind as soon as he came in sight, but we understood the nature of the beast enough to know that he would not talk till he was good and ready. He sat thinking throughout all the meal, but when we took to our pipes, he started twice to talk, though all he man- aged to say was an Indianized oath. We let him follow his own course, and he finally volunteered: i Hum Frenchman dead. Hum's ghost come back. Then the truth flashed upon our minds. We had killed the wrong man. The tracks were still down to the river. This thaw made it so that we could track the offender to his hiding-place. We were bound to accom- pany jim on this quest of revenge, so we kept him 'in sight while we packed our rations for a two days' jaunt. The track was quite plain, and we easily followed it into the mountain region. The idea that the enemy was not a trapper on the line never occurred to us, and we were more and more surprised, as we followed the rough road of the jerky sled. It led farther and farther into the valleys, and the weight seemed to tell more and more on the strength of the ox. It did not arouse our suspicions, however, and we prepared to withstand any onslaught that might meet us, as we rounded each suc- cessive curve. After we had traveled almost to the end of the valley, we came to the mouth of a cave into which the trail ran. It would have been seeming suicide to have gone into the dark depths, so we camped above it on the mountain and set a vigilant watch. In the morning the sledge had not come out, so we cocked our rifles ready for any surprise. The surprise came sooner than we expected. Out of thc cave came a mannnoth dee. She looked around and sniffed, but the wind was in our favor, and we were safe. The idea came to our minds that someone had harnessed a deer into the service of man, but our thoughts were soon scattered by the absence of harness on the shapely shoulders. The animal was nearly out of its lair before we could see what it was hitched to, and how it was tied. The slow, labored steps soon brought into our sight a spectacle that would have brought tears to the eyes of anyone less hardened to the sufferings of dumb animals. The gigantic doe had been to get a drink at the river and had caught her foot in one of our triple-spring otter traps. The teeth soon sank through the thin flesh and took an unbreakable hold on the slender limb. The animal, thinking of her own safety and of that of her young, away up in the mountains, daily made the trip to the enclosure where all the animals in the section kept the snow clear. The path to this pasture was along the line of our traps, and the slow jerky motion of the rather slender log, to which we had tied our trap, gave the trail the appearance of that of the dug-out. After a tedious struggle we threw the animal and put Jim on her head. I then worked the trap loose with my trap-wrench and saw the extent of the injury done her poor leg. The limb was cut clear into the bone and it probably would have severed the foot from the rest of the leg, if we had not come to the rescue when we did. Hank was in favor of having venison for supper, but his knowledge that I could get the drop on him caused him to relent to my wishes, and we liberated the faithful animal. jim never changed expression, but only re- marked: Hum! Frenchman no good anyhow. Ghz QBIFJ Jfisberman page Skctnb mvru E. MACKILLEN, '06, ARK, how it stormed! The waves of the Atlantic beat angrily upon the rocky shore. Seething, swell- ing they towered into the air and fell with a roar back to their own. It was a cruel night to be out at sea. So thought the old fisherman in his lonely cottage by the shore, as he peered out the little four-paned window facing seaward. Only a pale misty glow from the light- house penetrated the blinding raing and the seaman strained his small, twinkling blue eyes in vain for a glimpse of the powerful waves. From the sound he could almost see how they whipped the white jagged rocks, and a feeling akin to delight filled his whole being. It was his own. This broad, vast expanse of bil- lows was all his own. The very roar and even the pit-a- pat, pitter-pit-pit of the rain upon the window was his- his to live by and know, as he had always known, and the mind of the fisherman went far backward and re- mained for a long, long while on the misty past. He leaned against the.window now, a short, heavy- set little man, upon whom Time, sly creeping spirit, had long ago set her heavy hand. Her weight had bent those stalwart shoulders and had whitened his straggly hair, which met the long, unkempt beard and fell in a sort of halo about his rugged face. All but his merry blue eyes contrasted oddly with the red fiannel shirt and blue overalls. Here, time had failed. One might think the old man would have preferred the brightly glowing fireplace to the dismal thundering of the night. lnside, the glacing shadows chased them- selves over the whitewashed walls of the little room and fell upon the rude benches and the table with its brown oilcloth cover. They even peeked under the cot in the corner and flickered over the fishing poles and nets there placed carefully away. The rosy glow from the Ere spread an atmosphere of cozy comfort, everywhere mel- lowing the harsh outlines of the room. The shadowy fire-- light seemed to linger carcssingly over the face of the old man and to light up the old-fashioned mantel into weird beauty, maybe because his knotty fingers had built it from the'driftwood when he was still a boy. A boy? Aye, that is Where the old Hsherman was tonight. lt was storming, too, away back in the past. Flashes of ragged lightning played over the heavens, and on the angry shore near a light-house a man and boy tugged at the life boat. Far over the water whistles were blowing, and now and then fiery rockets soared into the black night. The boat was upon the water now, and what a joy Hlled the heart of the child. It was the first time he had ever helped his father, the dear, brave father! Part of that night seemed very dim to the sea- man, but he remembered the hard battle with the storm and the awakening one morning from unconsciousness, to find that he and the light-house were all alone. Soon after, the light-house was all alone, and he was in the War. Quickly the mind of the old man glided over the past, and a faint smile transformed the swarthy face as he thought how he had tried to quietihis lonesomeness. The storm. without raged fiercer. Stiff from sitting in the draft, he once more cast a kindly glance upon his stormy kingdom, lit his pipe, and limped over to the bench beside the burning logs. As the firelight played over the 'face of the fisherman, it shonc,,diffused with a light half sad, loving, almost ethereal, and the merry eyes, not less the merrier, expressed in their kindly depths his whole life, so sweet and simple. The lightning still flashed .zigzag through the sky, and the waves roared a growling undertonc of wrath, but the rain had ceased. 'inside the wind roared in the chimney, and the hollow booming of the water broke the stillness, but the old fisherman by the fire heard only the steady splash of the waves. It needed no other lullahy to make the old man dream. The Realm uf Zlheals mmncis M. ORCHARD, 'o6. Side by side at the Table of Fortune, With tho't furrowed brows, and dream-distanced gazes, Wooing Erato, the goddess of rhythm, Sat a youth and a maiden, with pens freshly dipped, Wholly engrossed in the joy of their passion. I choose, thought the maiden, for my inspiration, A wondrous lady, fair to eye and to mindf' And far in the distance her lady was pictured, With soft golden hair, with that glint of the sun As the dew sprinkled web of the e'er-patient spinner Gleams brilliant, when out from the regions of darkness Glad Phoebus appears, with a radiant greeting, And near to dershadowing the beauty of Venus, Her Face was so fair, and on each dainty cheek Was the faint intimation that elves of the roses Had stolen a kiss, as she journeyed through dreamland. A luminous blue, from 'neath long, curling lashes Shone her heaven-got stars, now stern, and now tender. Like the simple white lily she fashioned her raiment, And lightly a carol she trilled, as she worked 'Mong her roses,-a clear, mellow voice. And quite literate Was she, and well versed in the classicsg and yet Over all, a high powerdominating, instilled In her heart was the small seed of pureness, which grew, And now, at the May of a glorious maturity, It's blossoming forth, full of heav'nly fragrance And sweetness divine. The grim face of the Muse Relaxed just a trifle, she turned to the youth, And with his perception gazed far in that clime, Where, with boyish elation, he found his ideal. Doffing the VVorld, wherein he was master, And donning the real man, he entered his den. Tier upon tier, barely scope for a fireplace, Gracing one wall were his gems, literary. Toward these, gazing mutely, from staring glass eyes, Hung the spoils of the chase, with the cause of their downfall, Illum'd here and there by a sketch from the hunt. On the side ,tween the two, blending sport and the book, VVere the favors of college, from work and from play. His trip to the Qrient covered the floor With singular rugs, and of well-seasoned oak, Old heirlooms invaluable, the room-fittings were. On the mantel, his friends, on the table, his friends, And in bracket, his friends-congenial surroundings. And he'd sit 'fore the hearth, joy-deep 'mong the an cientsg Or reading the fiames, or in deep meditation Unravelling the axioms, fantastically carved In the time-worn mantle, of old rhyming couplets: Ever live rightlee and ever bee knyghtleef' Be ye a manne the best that ye kannef' Know ye true charitieg aid ye the puir needief' Know thy God, day by day: foster humilitief' Live for the Truth. The aged Muse muttered Yet 'neath dark exterior, secretly smiled. I Q jfnrgntten Itaeru. M.1.1aN wn.r.1A Ms, 'o5. HILE wandering in ltaly, some five years ago, john XfVorkley and I came upon ruins in a very lonely spot in the .-Xpennine Mountains. .-Xs this region is seldom visited, we entertained hopes that the ruins had not been worked, as the expression is. Furthermore, we decided that we would settle there and work them. XVC located our camping outfit in a little grove of wild olive trees and set out to pick up what we could from the weed-grown ruins. From what we knew of Roman history, and what we could gather from the location of the place, we cou- cluded that our ruins were the result either of an upris- ing of the Plebeians, an always unruly element of the Roman lilmpire, or of the decisive settling of a dispute between two small tribes. After the finding of two coins, john, who was a coin enthusiast, declared the probable date of the house as 500 B. C. When we had worked for about a week on the walls of the building, we suddenly came upon three large stones which had fallen together in such a way as to leave a small opening between them. ln this opening, protected from the effects of the weather by the stones, we found a waxen tablet of the kinds that the early Romans used. It was covered on both sides with fine writing, a mixture of Latin and Greek. We took the tablet to our tent, and, jointly, -lohn supplying the Greek and I the Latin, trans- lated it. lt appeared to be the literary effort of some historian of the time. This is the story in its main idea: Falius Banius, a patrician youth of Saturn, evidently a town of some note in that time, being ofa noble mind and strong body, joined the army at the age of sixteen. He' soon rose to the position of centurion, or leader of a hundred men, and from that position came to be the commander of the Saturn army, which was, of course. tributary to Rome. At twenty-three he was noted as far as Rome for his strength, the sweetness of his voice, and his woman-like features. At this juncture, the town of Saturn was besieged by the Gauls, a barbaric tribe from the north. For three months the soldiers bravely withstood the attacks of the barbarians, determined not to surrender themselves to slavery and possible death, until all hope was lost. Falius alone had faith in the possibility of escape from the town. After perfecting a plan by which his army was to brave Saturn on the next night. by the south gate, Falius, dressed as a woman, left the town secretly. Mak- ing his way to the camp of the Gauls, the seeming woman demanded an audience with Fixer, chief of the tiauls. As a woman who had suffered great wrong at the hands of one lfalius llanius, a leader of the Saturnians. lfalius readily gained an audience with Pixer, who, it must be said, fell under the charm of the beautiful woman easily. The woman, urged by the wrongs done her, said that she was willing to give up a plan which she had received from a faithless lover, on condition that her relatives be spared when the fall of the town came. Pixer, deluded by love, and the very probable tale of the beautiful woman before him, assented, and was soon in possession of the fact that the besieged forces were to march out on the next night, by the north gate, in an attempt to reach a strongly fortified hill, five miles north of Saturn. Wie can easily see the result, for the besieged army, passing from the south gate, encountered no resistance, as Pixer was waiting for'them at the north gate, with his entire army. The released army hastened to Oplams. a nearby camp, followed by the army of Pixer, who had learned of the cluplicity of his beautiful ally too late. At Oplams a great battle was fought, in which the Ro- mans, having received re-enforcements, were victorious. Falius, however, did not return to his friends, for, dis- covered in his double role, he was sentenced to death, and died as a brave warrior should, in contemptuous silence. And, concluded the tablet in characters al- most unintelligible, his spirit is commended to the al- mighty Mars, the father of heroes. After translating the remarkable story which we had unearthed, john and 1 reflected for some time on the fortitude and bravery of one Falius Banius, soldier of the Roman Empire in the year 500 B. C., and decided that in one way only could this hero be honored, and that by setting forth his deeds before the world. And this task I have undertaken. The world does not forget her heroes. be Jfirst bhahe MAMIE H. SCHUSTER, '05, OUR first shave! Will you ever forget it? No! Never! Though you live to be a hundred years old! When an awkward boy of sixteen, how well you remember your mother saying to you one morning, Jackie, I think when you have your hair cut next time you had better get shaved. l guess you had better go today. How surprised you were. In your secret heart you were filled with pride and a small amount of fear. You had a good reason for pride, for you were about to make one more step toward manhood. As you gazed in the mirror you saw that your hair needed cutting badly. Yes, you certainly needed a shave also. You could al- ready hear the barber say, Hair cut? Yes, and a shave, you would answer. Oh, the joy of it! You could feel yourself growing taller, while these thoughts passed through your mind. All the morning in school you thought of it. When school was over you walked toward the village with Sam. Sam was your bosom friend and chum. Where are you goingiv' he asked, as you passed your corner and still kept on. It makes you smile as you think of your reply. VVhy, l'm going to have my hair cut audi-and get shaved. You could have slapped yourself for the way you stammered your reply. How Sam laughed, which made you feel hot and uncomfortable. Dear old Sam, you could laugh with him now, if he were but with you. There were two barber shops in the village, one on each side of the main street. You were undecided for a long time as to which one you would go to. At last the decision was made, and you walked in. How relieved you were when you saw no one in the shop but the dapper little barber. Hair cut? he asked, just as you knew he would. Yes, and I want--mother said-that is -I want a shave-too, sir. At last it was said. But you felt very much annoyed and tried to look dignified. when you saw a half-suppressed smile on the man's face. The barber said no more, but went about his busi- ness. First he put a towel around your neck. Then he covered your chin and cheeks with soft, white lather. Then he took the razor. In spite of yourself your heart gave an inward quake as the thought came. to you, that he might cut your throat by mistake. But no, the razor made clean, well-cut sweeps without a mishap. You felt nothing but the cold steel on your cheek. You gave a sigh of relief when it was all over. You had been shaved. Then you paid the barber-his fee, a quarter of a dollar. Oh! how many, many quarters you have spent for shaving since then: how many more you must pay in the future-unless you grow a beard for economy's sake alone. SEI western Sunset. from DICKINSON, 307. OHN ALLEN had left his quiet Eastern home, when gold was first discovered in the .Black Hills of South Dakota, and had come there to seek his fortune. One Saturday evening, an evening that closed a week of hard work, he was very homesick, and sought solace in the quietness of the mountains. As he came up the mountain paths he breathed deeply the cool breeze, scented with the spicy odor of pine, that was blowing softly over the mountains. As he felt the fresh air, it brought to him the memory of his mother, waiting patiently for her venturesome son's return. Glancing up, he became aware of the flushed sky. Why, how beautiful the sunset is tonight. I have never seen one like it before, he exclaimed in wonder, for the dark, rugged summits of the mountains, behind which the sun was sinking, stood clearly outlined against the western horizon. The sky was Hushed with pink. The clouds, piled one on top of another. were tinged with crimson and gold. The mountains looked purple in the soft glow, and the few lingering storm-clouds were banked up together in a beautiful confusion of silver and gray. The frowning pine trees seemed to soften in the last lingering glances of the sun. In the deep silence the twitter of birds going to rest could be plainly heard. John listened to the drowsy twit- tering and wondered if Marian Gray, the sweetheart he had left in the East, was thinking of him, and if she was with his dear old mother. While he sat there on the carpet of brown pine needles, over the gulches crept a shadow, enveloping everything in its dark mantle, as the sun sank farther and farther behind the mountains. Steadily the sun went down, until the,purple and violet of the mountains became darker and darker, the clouds lost their brilliant colors, and the rays of the sun were gone, leaving the mountains silent and dark against the sky. Far down in the gulches, the sunset colors had faded from rocks and trees, and the silvery streams, wind- ing in and out between the shrubs and stones, slowly vanished from sight. The solemn and dusky shades of late evening were clothing Nature, lovingly. - John reluctantly arose from the ground and went back down the mountain path to his little cabin. As he neared it, he faintly heard his partner shouting to him, but john did not answer, for he was not in the mood to break the impressive silence. UIZBIVS Qnliluqup Pa1'czfvl1ra.rv from l'VfUI'llIlI Tell., .flcl IV., Scene III. 1fLo1zlsNc12 HARRISON, '06, Here through this narrow road he needs must pass, I lived a quiet, peaceful life 5-my bow There is no other way to Kussnachtg-here I'll do the deed-the time has come to act. Yon elder-bush conceals me well from him, Thence my avenging shaft will surely fiyg The straightness of the path prevents pursuit. Now, Gessler, make thy reckoning with Heav'n, Thou must away from earthg thy sand is run. So true, was aimed at forest game alone, And my pure heart was free from thoughts of crime But thou hast scared me from my peaceful dreamg The milk of human kindness thou hast turned To rankling poison in my harden'cl heart, And made these deeds familiar to my soul- He who could make his own child's head his mark, Can shoot an arrow to his foemanls heart. 107 My children, dear, my true and faithful wife Then in my agony of soul I vow'd Must be protected, tyrant, from thy rage! A fearful oath, which God alone did hear, VVhen last I drew my bow,-with trembling hand,- That when my arrow next did wing its Hight When thou, with murderous joy, a father forced Thy heart should be its aim,-I pledged my vow To level at his child-when all in vain, ln hellish agonies of that dread hour, VVrithing before thee, T thy mercy begged. And 'tis a sacred debt that I will pay. Thou art my lord and servant to my kingg Yet not the king himself would stretch his power As far as thou.-He sent thee to this land To speak his law-stern law, for he is vexed- Yet not to trifle, with unbridled will, ln every cruelty, with base design. There is a God to punish and avenge. 108 Colne forth, thou bringer now of bitter pa My precious jewel, come-my chiefest joy- A mark will I give thee, that cries of pain Could never penetrateg but thou shalt strike it. And thou, my trusty bowstring, that so oft Has served me faithfully in joyous sports, Desert me not in this most painful hour! Only be true this once, my faithful cord, That hast so often winged the bitter shaft- For should'st thou ily successless from my hand Ir have no second to send after thee. in, 3 I'll sit me down upon this bench of stone, Placed for the weary pilg'rim's short repose- .lfor here there is no home :-Each hurries past The Other, swiftly and with careless glance, Nor thinks to ask about his grief.-Here goes The merchant. full of care-the pilgrim there So lightly girtgfand next the pious monk, The sullen robber and the joyous minstrel, The carrier with his heavy-laden horse, That comes to us from distant haunts of men, For every road leads but to this one end. They all push on their way, each one employ'd VVith his own tliouggfhts-ancl mine is murder. Time was, my dearest children, when you hailed Your father's safe return to home with joy, And clung about his kneeg for when he came, He brought you something' from the mountain cliff, A lonely Alpine rose,-a Curious bird, Or fossil-shell, found on the snow-clad hills. But now he leaves to seek some other game, In this wild pass he sits with l1lllI'il'I'Ol1S thought And for his foeman's life he lies in wait. And still his thoughts are fixed on you alone, Dear children,-'T is to shield your innocence, To guard you from this tyrant's base revenge, He bends his bow to do so foul a deed. indeed-I lie in wait for noble prey- Does not the hunter, with unweary toil, ' Roam for long hours in winter's bleakest days, Leap with a daring bound from rock to rock, And climb the rocky, moss-grown cliffs, to which His limbs are glued by his own ilowing blood- Only to hunt the wretched chamois down? A far more costly prize is now at stake, The heart of that dread foe, who would harm me. From my first years of training I have used The bow-have practiced in the archer's rulesg Oft have I hit the bull's eye with my shaft, And many worthy spoils have I brought home, VVon in the sportive games.-This day I'll make My master shot and gain the highest prize Within the whole extent of these wide hills. arrntn wraps 1coBIzR'r STANLEY M,I5WVEN, '06, EING troubled with a light attack of the indigestion, I was at last prevailed upon by my over-anxious wife to have the old family doctor come up and see what he could do. The doctor was an elderly gentle- man, who had looked after our family ever since I could remember, and in his day had been a physician of con- siderable note, but was now retired from active practice. After he had looked me over, therefore, and had prescribed one of his standard remedies, which he determined would soon bring me round, I decided to try to persuade him to relate one of his numerous and thrilling stories of the time when he first started his practice, out West among the Rockies. He at last consented, and, drawing his chair up to the fire, related the following, which I will endeavor to tell in his words, as nearly as I can re- member them: It was a cold frosty night in midwinter. I had just finished feeding and watering my horse, and had come in to enjoy a quiet evening with my family. I was commencing to feel some assurance that I would not be called out that night, when the sound of galloping hoofs came from out on the driveway, and a moment later the steps creaked under the feet of some one who was evi- dently in a hurry. My wife went to the door, and had it open almost before the stranger could knock. As he came in to the light, I recognized him as a woodsman who lived about live miles west of me. At a glance I saw something was the matter. His face was pale in spite of the biting cold, and his voice trembled as he spoke. 'g'Quick, doctor! My little girl's got a fit 0' the croup. She can hardly catch her breath, and the reme- dies wife has don't seem to do no good. Le' me help harness your horse. I'd let you take mine, only she's pretty nigh tuckeredf He seemed so nearly exhausted that I told him he had better bring his horse into my barn, and make him- self as comfortable as he could at my home, until I re- turned. I-Ie. at first, seemed inclined to ride back with me. but when I reminded him that my horse was fresh and that I could go much faster if I was not compelled to keep pace with him, he gave in, and decided to follow my advice. It only took a few moments to slip a saddle and bridle on my young mare, so, in a trice, l was back at the door, to receive my medicine case from the hands of my little boy, and bid my wife a brief good-bye. I had ridden perhaps half a mile, when I suddenly remembered that I had neglected to slip my revolver into the cartridge belt which I wore. You probably do not realize the seriousness of this piece of negligence. I did not, at the time. This being my first winter in these wild mountains, I did not comprehend the fact that ani- mals, which would not dare to leave their forest fastness in summer, might. when pressed by the pangs of starva- tion caused by their inability to get food at this time of the year. venture even as far as the border of the little settlement which I was now leaving behind. The story had also slipped my mind of how, only a few days ago, a neighboring farmer had brought in the report that he had seen some kind of a wild animal which looked to him like a large mastiff, except that it did not stand quite as high. slink OH' into the border of a clump of woods which stood near his barn, where he had just been doing his evening chores. These things, as I have stated, did not occur to me at the time, and. even if they had, I should have felt it my duty to continue my journey, as the delay caused by returning home to procure my weapons might have resulted in the death of my little patient. I had covered about half the distance which I had to go, and was whistling softly to myself, a habit which I had when alone, when a sound came to me on the still night air which caused me to stop suddenly. I sat mo- tionless in the saddle, waiting for the cry to be repeated. I could hear nothing, however, but the crunchingiof my horse's hoofs on the hard snow. I tried to rein her up, in order to listen, but found, to my surprise, that she refused to halt, and then 'I noticed that her ears were pricked up and her nostrils distended as if to catch some faint odor. A moment later the cry came again. It was much-nearer this time, and, although I had never h-eard it before, I recognized it from descriptions I had read. It was no less than that of America's 'king of beastsf the mountain lion. Could it he that the beast had scented us, and was on our track P. My blood ran cold, while my horse dropped into a swift trot: She, too, had heard that cry, and, although she, like myself, had never heard it before, her instinct told her that it boded no good, so she commenced running, from she knew not what. p The road which I was now passing over ran be- tween open fields, but a little further on a neck of woods extended across my path. The next instant my doubts as to whether the animal had really marked us for its prey were removed. The third ery sounded from a point where the neck of woods joined a dense forest which clad a mountain slope near by. The beast was evidently aware of our whereabouts, and intended to reach the place ahead of us, where the woods almost met on either side of the road, that there it might spring down upon us, after the manner of its kind, as we 'road under the trees. The race for life was on. My horse needed no spur. She seemed to know that our only safety lay in crossing that shadow. which stretched across the moon- lit road ahead of us, before the panther should have reached it. I knew that a short distance beyond a swift mountain stream crossed the path. I hoped that on ac- count of its current it would not be frozen. My horse could ford it, but the big cat would not dare to follow. The good animal under me was doing her noblest, hut every instant the cry of the mountain lion sounded nearer. In fifteen seconds we would be in that shadow. IVould we pass it alive? The next instant we were under the trees. The scream of the beast sounded close on my right handg I shut my eyes, and clung to my horse's back. I shudder yet to think of it. For a sec- ond I imagined I felt the monster's gleaming teeth bury themselves in my neck, but a moment later we were out in the moonlight again, and I realized that our savage hunter had been just too late. The river was right be- fore us, and, to my unspeakable relief, I saw that it was not frozen. The horse plunged in, and, as I glanced behind, I saw the panther spring like a yellow streak from the woods, and bound along our warm trail, only to stop with a savage whine, as he came to the river's brink, and saw his intended prey just passing out of his reach. For a moment I thought he would attempt the spring which separated ,him from his hard lost quarry, but the cold dark water cowed him, and he turned back, venting his disappointment in blood-curdling snarls. My horse did not stop galloping until we had reached our destination, she was still trembling as I led her into the stable. The doctor stopped speaking, and sat gazing into the fire. Then he took out his handkerchief, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. Did you find the little girl alive? I asked, after some minutes had passed in silence. Oh, yes! he answered, starting out of his reverie. I pulled her through all right, but I didn't take the trip back home until daylight. Ziaahes KEN INGERSOLL, 'o6. Mercury took my trembling hand And led me to the cave. The sight I saw, indeed was grand, As well as very grave. Three-headed Cerebus stood aside And barked at us a trio, But Mercury simply winked his eye, At which he let us be, O. The path was long and dark as night, So dark I could not see. But often someone glided by, Wlio seemed well known to me. And when we reached the stream Acharon, My guide bid me farewell, And kindly told me to go on, To where P-He would not tell. I looked about me in despair, And saw a tall stone fence. There on the gate in leters bold,- A trip across, five cents. , 1:54 ,. gli'--4 wmlllll 'Wi I W !- Zl 'lg nl, ll and-.V-J :Q W - ,111 Then through the gate and to the boat I stepped without a fear, But when the boatman asked my fare, I had none, that was clear. Then out you go, the old man said. I saw my fate had come. Just then a voice behind me spoke, It's Kong I'll lend him one. 115 I turned about to grasp his hand, And sure as I'm alive, There in the boat, close to my side, Was Brookhart of 'o5. Soon we reached the other shore And stepped out on the sand, From there we thought we'd take a walk, Exploring Plutois land. At first we came upon a maid, Who'd been there years,--eleven, Chained to a piano which she played, Was Herrick of '07, x if is dll so 'ii' ' TU -- '2 ,,,-,,z ' -Eta Mrfu U' 61 time a A ,. -g - is . I I .-V -- 9 ' Q Herbert sat close by her side, To offer words of praise. He thought of former, happy times, His famous football days. A little further sat a man Smashing' dolls with bricks. He muttered words most ages long, 'Twas Orchard of 'o6. Next we met a baby boy A-rolling on the floor, Papas pride and mama's joy, 'Twas NVilliams of 'O4. Then quickly by us something passe 'Twas Hallie and her brother. It ain't! It is! was all they said just arguing with each other. Near the river sat a crowd, They formed a spacious ring. T recognized the freshman class, Trying' to learn to sing... VT: Flgh. I , ,al 'l ,lx 11 '- X. 1 1 'l u,' ffl x fl If H :gd ,ll J i E f . tiifi.. M p i ,1L V K V Y.. . 3,4 F 2 . 2, cf a fx 1-It - t1 3,fY t if 2 ff. ,ff We passed along quite well amused And clambered up some rocks, When from behind there soon appeared Two large, blue-buttoned cops. One was Thomas, the other Kleing Both were now full grown. They marched us off with greatest ease Up to Pluto's throne. ' 117 Skeel stood close by Plutols side, His eyes were somewhat dewy. He sang' a song with accent bold, Meet me at St. -Louie. As we came up, the music stopped, . Old Pluto's look was grave, My heart beat fast, I lost my nerve, But Don seemed very brave. ' So he was first, and Pluto spoke, But not so I could hearg Yet I can guess at what he said, As Don shed many a tear.. VVhat's this P he said, and looked a t' me We've had none such, no, never. I think for me I'll have-you write And keep it up forever. wiht are Etlsrft Qltnaps tn the- Swift HE coachman had gone. Only the crunching of oats and an occasional stamp of hoofs were heard, until Ned, having finished his evening meal, raised his head, shook himself and looked across the partition to his neighbors stall, beaming self-satisfaction from his great brown eyes. His neighbor calmly nosecl her hay. Automobiles- Automobiles!,' sniffed Maude. Don't talk. of them l Automobiles, he proceeded, calmly ignoring the interruption, are useful things,-at times. The conversation waked Tip, the stable dog, and he, knowing the long hours of evening were best spent, when Ned condescended to favor them with one of his experiences, came yawning from his straw-bed in the corner. Ned selected a sweet wisp of hay, and, while con- tentedly chewing, resumed his reminiscence: For a long time Mr. Harold, our dear master, had been in love with Miss Marie, and, as is customary in such eases, they would take canters in the morning, and drives in the afternoon, or would play golf at the club, so that I was able to follow the affair pretty well. And how happy l was to see Mr. Harold so happy. VVell, everything ran smoothly till a new man came and joined the club, Sporely, they called him, and a mighty poor specimen he was. He drove around in a great new automobile and seemed to delight in whizzing past, when Mr. Harold was driving with Miss Marie. Of course he and Mr. Harold met at the club, yet I could see they didn't mix well, for Mr. I-Iarold does hate auto- mobiles, and the drivers usually come under this rule. You know how it is to associate with dray-horses? Well, that's the way Mr. Harold felt toward him. And then to have Sporely say, when Mr. Harold was showing me to him, 'Pretty good nag you've got there, Harold,' capped the climax. Me, a nag! That just made me mad, you can bet your oats! Next, the fellow began to pay his attentions to Miss Marie. For days I had noticed how the conversation be- tween Mr. Harold and her had grown more and more formal. Finally, one day when they were going to the club, Mr. Harold said something in a sharp way, and Miss Marie answered him with a cold 'I will, if I pleasef I just felt that the talk was over Sporely, when the cad came pulling by and called out: 'That's pretty slow, Miss Marief My blood boiled, and in an instant I was racing after that car. Oh! if I could only have planted my heels on it once! Mr, Harold was vexed,-first at Miss Marie, then at Sporely's insult, and, on top of everything, at my caper, so, by the time we came to the club, he was nearly white with anger. And there, to find Sporely standing smilingly on the clubhouse steps, was really too much. A few very quiet words, to Miss Marie, so low that I couldn't distinguish them, and we had left her at the club, and were going back. I could tell how he suffered as we drove to town by the way he gripped the reins, yet never a blame nor a punishment did he throw on me. When he got out at the oFF1ce and came around to hitch me, his lips were set, and his face as pale as when he horsewhipped a man for abusing a horse. I clinched my bit until my teeth ached, I felt so frantic, for I knew it was something about Miss Marie and Sporely that Mr. Harold had objected to. And when we didn't go after Miss Marie I decided my suspicions were correct. Slowly we drove home, and at the stable Mr. Harold tried to laugh with Sam, but hast- ened away earlier than usual. I-Ie even forgot my lump of sugar. Days and days passed, and there was no change. Mr. Harold grew thin and haggard, but never a murmur did he make. ,Hardly ever did he go to the club, but spent the mornings in long, solitary drives, over the unused wood-roads. If by accident we passedtthe ma- chine,-Sporely and Miss Marie always in it,-I could feel him grasp the lines like a vise. The days turned into weeks, and even the horses would j ibe me about my melancholy aspect, for I had Mr. Harold's success deep in my heart, and his reverses made me sad also. 6'One day, when we were just coming into the main road from one of these trips, the machine whizzed by. The reins tightened, and I knew he had seen the occu- pants of the automobile. Slowly the grasp relaxed, and I was going over the state of affairs for the hundredth time, when there came a crash! ' Before Mr. Harold could draw the whip, I sprang forward as fast as I could, and I did honor to my sires, too. Soon we came in sight of the accident. There was the engine against the-' fence, a wheel off, there, was Sporely, lying in the dust, and just beginning to move, and there was Miss Marie at the roadside, still as death. I simply tore up there! Mr. Harold gave me one jerk at the reins, which wasn't necessary, for I was making up for past wrongs, and knew just where to stop. I-Ie leaped out, and had Miss Marie lying, in the cool shade, before you could snort. Then he poured something down her throat from a flask, and rubbed her hands, and called her name, till, finally, she opened her eyes. VVhen she saw that it was Mr. Harold, she smiled at himvand said :--- But then I walked to the roadside and began to Crop the grass, for I couldn't interrupt their happiness. We left 3 very Cregtfallen Sporely to watch the machine and drove slowly into town. And Miss,Mariq ? ,asked Maude. Is Mrs. Harold, finished Ned. I3ully,,' yelped Tip. Ieher bnbeme FRANK H. WARD 'o6. NOTIAHER l'CglStCI'CCl lC'E'EC1' for you, Mr, Ken11cdy, said the postman, as he handed the man in the door- way the envelope. Just sign here, please. This was the fourth registered letter he had delivered to that house in as many weeks. He must be in luck, mused the letter-carrier. And all from Cleveland, too. He went on to the next house, and never thought of the incident again. Gentleman to see you, sir, said the boy, as he handed the postmaster a card. The chief of the Pitts- burg postal force glanced at the pasteboard and read engraved thereon: I. F. KENNEDY, IIS Ninth Street, Pittsburg. f'Show him in, he said curtly. My name is Kennedy, said the stranger, as he seated himself. live come to se: if you can help me trace some registered mail. I've been expec-- Just a minute, please, interruped Mr. Bowen, the postmaster, as he beckoned to the office-boy who still lingered in the doorway. jolnmy, he said, don't let me be disturbed for half an hour. Then as he settled back in his chair, Now, Mr. Kennedy, I'm at your dis- posalf' My brother and I run a commission house on Iiroadway, in Cleveland, began Kennedy. I found it necessary to come to this city for a short time, and left my brother in charge. At the close of each week he was to send me half of the profits by registered letter. I waited three weeks to hear from him, and then wrote him, inquiring why he did not remit. Yesterday I re- ceived a reply in which he says that each Saturday he mailed the amount for the preceding week by registered letter. Mr. Iflowen, I have never 1'eceived one of those letters! Very strange, murmured the postmaster. Very strange! lf suppose no boarders live at your house who would be liable to take them ? '1'hat's where you're wrong, returned Kennedy. I'm staying at a boarding-house where there are sev- eral men boarders. But I hardly think any of them would do that. Let's see, there's Simpson, a tall, light- haired young fellow who works in a newspaper office on Diamond Street. Then there's Stockton, a motorman. By jove! He works nights and consequently would be home days! There's our man, if any of 'em ! I should judge so, acquiesced the postmaster, his hand on a bell. jackson, as a clerk appeared, who is on the Ninth Street route P I'll tell you in a minute, sir, replied the clerk. Presently he reappeared, with a file in his hands. Harry Rodman, sir, and he has just come in. Shall I-- Yes, yes, send him here, and Jackson-mum's the word. , Rodman, this is Kennedy, on your route, said the postmaster. He wishes to ask you a few questions. Kennedy noticed the mailman's bulging eyes, and surprised look, but said nothing about it. Have you delivered any registered ,mail to 118 Ninth Street in the last month? queried Kennedy. Yes, sir, replied the postman. Four letters. But Mr. Kennedy didn't look anything like you, sir. Why, he was a big, tall fellow with clark- The motorman, gasped Kennedy, then hastily: And did he sign for them ? Ye-yes, stammered the now frightened man. But, sir, if there's anything wrong, why-- Never mindf' broke in the postmaster. We don't blame you a bit. Mr. Kennedy, the motorman is your man. You had better have him arrested before he suspects that you're on to him. Kennedy understood that he was dismissed, and im- mediately crossed the street to the Smithfield Police Station. Accompanied by two ofhcers, he hurried home. But the bird had Hown! The next week Kennedy presented the hill showing the amount of his losses. The remittances were given as follows: One hundred and four dollars and sixty centsg one hundred twenty-eight dollars and sixty-five centsg ninety-eight dollars: one hundred nine dollars and fifty cents. Valuations of one hundred dollars had been placed on each letter, and the government was forced to stand for the losses. The red tape which had to be gone through with took about a month, and at the expiration of that time Kennedy presented himself at the post- office. Mr. Bowen received him in his private office, and after apologizing for the delay, handed him a certified cheek for four hundred dollars. After thanking Bowen, Kennedy left the room, chuckling and feeling much pleased with himself. I-Ie was just descending the steps when a heavy hand was laid on his shoulder, and a firm voice said: Kennedy, I arrest you for defrauding the United States Government i You see, it was this way, explained Bowen to his friends at the Century Club that evening, I was sus- picious of Kennedy from the very first. Some way or other his story did not have a true ring, and his voice lacked sincerity. At any rate, I set a detective on his track, and telegraphed Mintz, of Cleveland, to look up this commission house, which was supposed to be on Broadway. No such name as he gave, The Reserve Poultry and 'Farming Company,.could be found. This strengthened my belief. Then I received a report from my detective here that Kennedy had been seen in com- pany with the supposed motorman, Stockton. He had also overheard a conversation between the two, where the whole scheme was explained. It seems this gang has been operating all over the country and giving the government at Washington a good deal of trouble. Their plan is this: One member sends registered letters, purporting to contain money, to another in a different city. A valuation, the limit paid by us in case of loss, is placed on each letter. Then a third member of the gang lives at the same house as the addressee of the- letter, and pretends not to 'know his pal. This third member forges the name of the person to whom the letter is addressed on the receipt. Then the addressee makes a complaint. XV e look it up, decide on the forger, swear out a warrant, and presto! the bird has flown! And then the gang gets the valuation, eh, Bowen ? remarked one of his listeners. A clever scheme. Well, Bowen, I congratulate you on exposing one of the neat- est swindles ever invented ! I Zlnnurenre RUTH lc. M',K1r.r.1cN, 'o6. Beneath a gnarled oak the maiden slept, All 'round about, the merry singers poured While softly summer breezes fanned the earthy Songs wildly sweet, while tiny lnimmingibirds, Above, the azure sky, below, the lawn, jewel-throated, ever tremblingly alert, Deep-green in contrast to the tiny lake Half-hovered o'er the flowers at her side That bubbled at her feet. And filled the scented air with melody. The rushes near the water bent to kiss Her garments, white as snow, and, like the child, Pure as the crystal dew-drops on the grass Which, sparkling in the early morning sun, Makes all the world anew. The oaken boughs above her murmured low, Oh, innocence, thou maiden pure and fair, While sunshine sifted shadowy oier her brow May thy sweet charms soothe many weary cares, And through her curls, a mystic web of gold, And thy pure fancies gently veil the world A lullaby of leaves came on the breeze, VVith beauty. May the angels guard thy way, And angels hovered 'round her as she slept. And joyous dreams be thine. 125 Gin the :Hitman .fu.uzN WILLIAMS, 'o5. Cn the shining, pale white disk of night, In the silver, softly sweet moonlight, Above the waters, o'er the height, Is seen the glory of a Face. I Long ere the birth of earliest man, Long ere the day when the world began, Long ere bold Phoebus his Hrst race ran, That queen looked down from her lonely place What would her story be if told? A tale of love and suitor bold, Or of a hope as dead and cold As a winter sun, with its dull red glace? No,-she would tell of so fine a hate, That God stooped clown before too late And placed her where she sits in state, - The accursed queen of a vanished race. 126 Quan iata 1jJri3c Satnrp KEN 1NGl51zso1.L, 'o6. AVANA lay baking in the noon-day sun. Not a breath of air stirred. The very buildings seemed white with heat. It was as quiet as a summer night in the country. Nothing moved. The leaves of the trees, under which the gaping birds took refuge, curled up their edges as if begging for rain. Dogs leaned against the shady side of walls, with their eyes shut, panting for breath. The streets were vacant, save for a little girl who walked hurriedly along the sidewalk. She curled her toes up and walked first on one side of her feet and then on the other. The stones were hot, 127 and her bare feet blistered. The tears streamed down her cheeks, but still she kept on without uttering a cry. .Xt last the park was reached, and Anunziata smiled as she stepped on the cool green grass. Her walk changed to a run and her smile to a laugh as she came up to the fountain. It was a large pool of water, in the center of which stood the statue of a naked child. Out of its outstretched hands poured streams of sparkling water, that rose in the air and fell, splashing, over the glistening image. Above was stretched a great awning, under which benches were arranged in a circle about the water. Palms and flowers, wet with spray and shaking from the breeze made by electric fans, were strewn about as if placed by nature herself. A small party of Spaniards sat smoking around the fountain. Here Anunziata paused, seated herself on the stone rim, and began splashing her feet in the water, laughing as the silver drops touched her face. The men seemed amused with the girl seated on the edge below them. Finally one came silently up be- hind and with his foot pushed her into the water. He stood there laughing, a small, bent-over man, with eyes narrow as slits. His mouth was partly hidden by a mustache, through which two rows of great white teeth could be seen. Anunziata crawled out amid the applause of the on-lookers. She was frightened, but did not cry. VVl1at if her dress was wet? It needed washing, and so did she, and how cool the water felt. While she was thinking of all these things, a handful of money was pre- sented to her, a collection from the idlers about the fountain. Anunziata dropped the coins into her wet pocket and began to wring the water from her dress. The Spaniards went back to their seats, all except the one who pushed Anunziata into the water. He stood there, close to the girl, with his arms folded and head bowed. Suddenly he slapped his leg, and exclaimed, She'll do! and seizing the girl by the arm led her to a bench a little apart from where his companions sat. The man dived into his pocket and drew out a silver dollar, and said hurriedly, f'How would you like to get one of those every day Pi' Anunziata opened her eyes and smiled in answer. Can you keep a secret P he went on. The girl nodded. Well, you and I'll have a secret, but remember, you mus'nt tell anyone. I won't tell, answered Anunziata, keeping her eyes on the dollar. He held it up before her and said, in almost a whisper, You can get one every day. but can you be out till nine o'clock without your father's knowing it ? Pa's dead, she answered quickly. VVell. your mother, then ? he asked. :'She's sick. and she won't know anyway. I'll tell her T was over to Hin's, and when I get the money, I'll buy her some good things to eat, and I'll get Lip a pair of shoes, and perhaps, mebby I can have a pair, too. What's your name ?', A You can call me Pasco, said the man, lighting a cigarette. I'1l meet you here at half-past eight, and don't tell anyone, or I'll get some other little girl. All right, cried Anunziata, as she ran off. Good- byef' Pasco watched the girl until she was out of sight. A wicked smile came over his face. He rubbed his hands together and looked across the fountain for his friends, but, to his delight, they were gone. He pushed his straw hat back, and, taking out a flask, took a long drink. After lighting another cigarette, he sat down and took out a pencil and paper. It was almost dark when Pasco thrust the papers into his pocket. He took an- other drink and then walked slowly in the direction Anunziata had gone. At half-past eight Anunziata found Pasco wait- ing at the fountain. Without a word he seized her hand and almost pulled her after him. They went down the street to the harbor. Out over the water many lights were swinging to and fro. Their reflection danced on the glassy swells like colored ribbons tied at the mast, tloating in the breeze. The stars, which had come out only a short time before, were being robbed of their brightness by the rising moon. Pasco paused at the wharf and took a drink from his flask. After lighting a cigarette he turned to the left and walked, with Anunziata at his side, down the dark plank platform. The poor little girl dared not speak. The sound of her own voice would startle her. She only seized Pasco's hand and followed blindly. Soon they came to a small house. It was square with a low roof. The sides were made of sheet iron, and it was placed so near the edge of the wharf that part hung out over the water. Pasco unlocked the door with a key he had taken from a string which hung about his neck. Anunziata forced herself to follow him in, and, as he closed the door after her, something caused a light to burn directly above them: She looked around as he drew the bolt, but saw only a bench on which stood a tumbler, upside down, covering a slit in the board. There were no windows and only a small object, with a black handle protruding, broke the monotony of the bare metal walls. She turned and saw Pasco drinking again from his Hask. VVhile she looked, he lit a cigarette and unbottoned his coat slowly, and said, XVell, heres where you get your money. D'you see that handle up there ?', Anunziata nodded. And that glass? Again she nodded. Now, climb up on the bench and pull the handle down. Do it quick, and pull it clear down. he in- structed. Anunziata did as she was told, and instantly she heard the clink of silver. She turned to Pasco in amaze- ment, but he only pointed to the glass. She looked, and there under the tumbler lay a silver dollar. The girl reached out her hand, but mistrustfully she turned again to Pasco. He stood there, smiling, and nodded as she looked at him. At this sign, she picked up the money and climbed down from the bench. You must put the glass back over the slit, Pasco said hastily, as he put it in place. See ? ' I want to go home now, said Anunziata in a frightened tone. VVell, you can go, but remember, don't tell any- one. Some one else will come here and get the money if you do. If you tell I'll-I'll get some one else, he managed to say at last. U Anunziata was frightened. She stood, gazing at the bare walls, half veiled by the dense clouds of smoke, thinking of the strange things that had happened. The more she thought, the more frightened she became. Finally Pasco opened the door and immediately the light went out. Come at this time every night, he said as he pushed her away. l'll stay here for a while. ulj ,ut I haven't any key, she answered. Oh, the door will be unlocked. Go on. Anunziata couldn't wait to say good-bye. She turned and ran. Suddenly she stopped and looked around. Not a light was visible in the direction she had come from. Nothing could be seen of the little house but its black outline against blacker night. The poor girl began to shake. How she hated that man. She would tell her mother all. Then she burst out crying. Her tears did not last long, for, as she thought of her money and what she could buy, she laughed and ran towards home. For two whole weeks Anunziata went to the little house, and each night came home with a dollar. Her mother was getting well, and Lip had his shoes. The day had come when she was to get some for herself. She sat, all the afternoon, thinking about it, waiting for the time to pass. It was Saturday, and the stores would be open at night, and she would get her shoes on the way home. Anunziata started a little early and walked faster than usual. When the 'harbor was reached, she paused, and looked out over the water. The night was unusually dark. Great banks of thick clouds hung over the water. The ripple of waves against the vessels alone broke the silence. The lights here and there, together with the dark outline of spar and sails, was all that could be seen of vessels. She thought of that big ship, the Maine, that had come from the land where her father once lived, and wondered what that land was like. Again she thought of the shoes, and turned and ran down the wharf to the little house. The door was locked. Before she could make a sound someone called: Wlio's there ? It's me, Pascog me, Anunziataf' The door opened and Pasco came out. You're early, he said, come take a little walk and don't make much noise. p Anunziata followed quietly and wondered. How strange he acted. He was never there before, and Where would he take her now? She soon found out, for Pasco stopped and told her to go back. He would go on. She turned slowly and walked to the little house while Pasco drained his flask. The door opened easily, and she stepped in, closing it behind her. To her surprise, the light did not come. Anunziata turned suddenly to go out again, but stopped as she thought of the shoes. She felt her way to the bench, through the darkness, and climbed up. Her hand found the handle as easily as if it-had been light, and wishing to go as soon as possible, she gave a quick jerk. A vivid Hash filled the small room and a sharp hissing sound rent the air. Then came a roar, from out over the water, that sounded as if a volcano had sprung into action beneath the waves of the harbor. Anunziata began to climb down from the bench. She slid over the edge to let herself down to the Hoor, but there was none. She tried to climb up again, but could not. The poor girl began to cry and call for Pasco. Her small hands ached. Slowly they slipped. She made one, last, desperate struggle, then shutting her eyes, let go. Almost instantly she struck the black water. A short struggle followed, and all was over. Pasco stood on the wharf rubbing his hands to- gether, gleefully. Everything had gone as he had planned. The little house was washed into the sea, and the girl disposed of. Out in the harbor lay the wreck,-- the ship that had come from the land Anunziata's father had lived in. Jfair lahsanh maihs, the hunk is tnrit, Qnh this is nntn the last uf itg QBur mark, our rare, our grief, pea tnue Zlaahe been the peast to raise the Bough. 3But nntn pau hahe the hunk tompleteg we humlilp lap it at pnur feet, Qnh ash pour hietns anh criticisms GBE all our tnnrk anti lnittitisms, Zlnh hope its merits may conceal Zliihe sure Detects lne'he trieb with geal Qin :uber up. bhahfs frienbs, su true, we liih you num a fnnh ahieu. Q , ,Ne z 6 I f f, X ,. 1 i - 1 ! 7 f f I I 7 4 1 kr' 'x ' - I X . ,'yz7 ffgfiz A . ' - . w - W y ,. 25. ff? .1 9 - - f A , 'f'w, 7 'if' .z. . ' -., Y if . - 'V , f- 'fi'-. ' , .-- YA . . Y - , ,fzgi - - A, -,, UT, 1,7 I, L ww f - -'A- V' - ' Gif, 'f ? :-. 1- , , Y P' . Uff' 5:4-f- 2 Established 1841 Incorporated 1888 The W. BINGHAM Co. aa- Y-DEALERS IN- aa4-a-aM- Hardware, Kitchen Furnishings, House Trimmings, Cutlery, Refrigerators, Guns, Ammunition and Sporting Goods .ab ea' 97 and 99 SUPERIOR STREET ,.d?..,--r., 5- wo mb Q, 'LH 3 Q, 0 3 -5-E 22 E S E E EOM i H O E E E g B O 5 . uf v- 1- lim 59 3 'ii '9 EE LU Eg E 3:2 F5 53 2 E 'a ,. E 25 'ff H8595 by NPWHIQ It is our clesire to build up and maintain the highest standard in our profession ...... Quality in our work is our greatest asset .... . A visit from you wili be greatly appreciated ....... The Newman Studio 143 Euclid Ave. W no S +410 - OD' ' The O. S. HUBBELL PRINTING Co. --I --U xx-X, 111 -- - 'y1- -' If X ' .-I H 12 75-we S' a M' 'yggfw I4 lg O ,M yklr N h 2 Pyyy' CQELEGE ANP SQCIETYOP1i1EIl1iCl5.5BEQlALlY We Print More College Annuals Than Any Other House in Ohio 50-56 HIGH STREET CLEVELAND, OHIO II -if - A Boy Makes War upon Shoes. We have Shoes that will stand his aggressive activity. In this age of special- ties, we have succeeded in having a line of special quality X J, J and workmanship made up to order, that will keep him Jw J r well shod, and wear enough longer to lower the expense im' J to Daddy. ff E Bring the Boys and Girls to our Store and you will get N full value for your money. We warrant the Shoe-Making. 2234 EUCLID AVENUE, fcor. ofDoan Seb W.McFARLAND YOU K OW LIVINGSTONE? If you are a man who likes individuality a-plenty in your clothes, and want something different from the other fellows, have Livingstone make your next suit. He'll give you far better tailoring than you'll get elsewhere-all details will conform to your individual taste-and the garments will fit as to measure made clothes ought to- faultlessly. Go to Livingstone and see all the new fashionable effects in Worsteds, Tweeds, Cheviots and Blue Serges. You'll be surprised to see what he'll give you for 325 a suit. - 'CHARLES R. LIVINGSTONE EXCLUSIVE CUSTOM TAILOR 381 Bond Street III fllupabuga Qlluuntp Eemnnrat PUBLISHED Elv 'rr-ee r:uvAHooA Punmsr-uNG co. HENRY GLADSTONE SMITH, EDITOR. W. B. KEYYERINGHAM. Euslrvsss MANAGER LEGAL WORKASPECIALTY JOB WORK DONE PROMPTLY CUYAHOGA, WOOD 4 223 COLLAIVIER STREET COLLINWOOD,O. ll I IIONIC, CPLIDN UNH I4 CUYAIIIH C l I0 LOLTIS SACIIA BIAERCHANT TAIL01: 354:-1 EUCLID AVENUE THE BARNER-NIEAD LUIVIBER CO. DEALERS IN LUMBER OF ALL KINDS 791 FAIRIVIOUNT STREET Books Stationery, Pictures Invitations and Programs in correct style Else VINSON fcil KORNER CO. 171 Euclid Ave. , 2 DON'T FORGET Oguawiavyz of FINE Swuss Cv-eocoLATEs AND Bow-Bows AT YOUR NEXT RECEPTION 25 CENTS A Box BUCHANAN BROS. sou.: ous1'nneu1:ns roncm.sv:n.ANo PHoNEzi3ZEsJ- 42 WOODLAWN AVENUE EAST CLEVELAND SPECIAL REDUCTION ON LARGER QUANTITIES Telephone. Glen 276-J JOHN 0. WAGSTAFF DEALER Uv S H 0 E S Both Telephones CLEVELAND ' ,Repairing Done FLANING MILL IN CONNECTION 3555 EUCLID AVE. EAST CLEVELAND IV JEWELER JO OPTICIAN Headquarters for School Pins Baggage Check Fobs 2244 Euclid Avenue. Cor. Doan St. H US. CLEVELAND. 0. Dean 598 J Cuyahoga Central 2395 WINDERIVIERE BRANCH Ghz Gllevelanb E G e n e r o I crust company Contractors 3594 EUCLID AVENUE EAST CLEVELAND T Four per cenf. inferesf on Safvings Deposifs of one dollar or U4 more. Capifal and Surplus ,52,800,000.00 Cuyahoga Building 0 TTO C. BEA CHLE PRACTICAL FARRIER CLEVELAND, OHIO AND HORSE SHOER 4239 Euclid Afvenue MEI-I-5 EEE'E, V THE BABBITT Q CRUMMEL COMPANY WOULD APPRECIATE THE PATRONAGE OF THE PUPILS OF SHAW HIGH SCHOOL FOR BOOKS, STATIONERY, ENGRAVING, PICTURES No. 35 EUCLID AVENUE-NEAR PUBLIC SQUARE BELL, GLEN 2K4 CUYAHOGA, CREST 136 P H B A R N E T T IENIPLOXIBIENT BURIEIXU ' ' 11 WVICK BLOCK PUBLIC SQUARE GROCERIES AND MEATS C 'wffD' O' -AVE., G. HG -' NIAIJC llllll. l'l'l'l.llCll l'll1l3Il l' J. T. Hn any Commercial and Sa-vings 'Bank IOS EPH CARAB ELLI nuttin MAIN OFFICE: 2513: lake view Granite works 84 EUCLID :AVENUE 2833 EUCLID AVENUE ' Qovvoswa LTXKE vnew CEMETERY, Z t :sos cggjlzgcz VENUE TE m '0N 'is 3 3W1'5?'9fY4Q an CLEVELAND ' U08 51.00 OPENS A SAVINGS ACCOUNT Get one of our cash registering banks 06 E HON. W, H. CRAFT P l nt :tg T oxvms, Secreuu-y-Tren PARK!-:R SHACKI 1 t Vicc-Pres. G. J Pnovo, Asst. Scc'y and T 2826 and 2828 H. D. MARBLE, 2 l V cc-Pres. M' H. NASOSI-XQSLYIIEILTT, Mar. Cedar Ave. B h Always Open EUCLID A VE. VI , . .zC5,-d?1..cC5-C?1..rih..c'?:..cCEi..c9A.rCE .dia-c'?a.:Qz.L'?:..:'2'z ,rf?a.c01-r9:e . LH 01 ..r.'h...ci5.iS':. THE SCOTT DRY GOODS CO. Womens,' Misses' and Children's Ready-to-wear Apparel a specialty ggi Our Men's Furnishing Department affords everythipg for Dress, Negligee, Outing or general service ' Rose Building, Erie and Prospect Streets l . CLEVELAND if THE DAYLIGHT STORE ' WHITE SEWING MACHINE CO., 264 Euclid Ave. O VIBRATOR AND ROTARY SHUTTLE MACHISES O I CO. V S. C. RUPLE P ' i 'W Dainfy, befwitching, my .f -'ipfl-K E: ' mime or . Sv charming and bright' 140 coiiamef and 199 sf. Clair sf. Her garments are se'h:ed ' QQ iM 1 .,:1'1iU '--1 ww ii, but 0 On fbe light running TV77ife. Both Phones COLLINWOOD, O. - 1 ii ' . . . T iq . , , i X This 1SfhC NO. 27 Automatic Q ,-iniu There once was ai school girl named Bm, , 'yu Lift, Swell Front White. It's H Who was buried in snow to her chin. i ' 3 swell mgghing and is made : V :Fifi When they said, Oh, how sadin 15'-5E'E7 E':'fi,gi5 5. Y, , ' ff . ' ' i 1 for those who desire an extna .A 'A M B ill? fQPh?d1 tY0f,l1t Slbfidi lx H ' R - ' fine article. Something unique, AVi'i i'?'7'1i,ijigil' ,mfj,,iglf,j,Q51153.,:f5,33i:wi::f-vi U -- m gomg 0 S0100 1 A X111 2 but at the same time a thoroughly practical machine. VII ?c?RIE,'H- ames Eadie's Flowers SEE OUR EDISPLA YAT EUCLID AND ERIE 'Uisif our Web Green-houses on Sha'h2 We 'hnill please you 297 ERIE SHA W A VENUE 2207 ST. CLAIR , BOTH PHONES EAST CLEVELAND. CHARLES H. HOLMES PRINTER, ENGRAVER AND STATIONER Licensed, Bonded and Incorporated under the Laws of the State of Ohio The Star Employment Bureau Co. S. E. CORNER SUPERIOR AND SOUTH WATER STS. CAPITAL, 310,000.00 LOCAL AND LoNG DISTANCE TELEIIHONES: Bell Main 2513 Cuyahoga, Central 5271 K If you are looking for a situation we can assist you. A long list of good positions, covering all lines of trade on our hooks 2303 EUCLID AVENUE f 'the'l i' , Come In and we will talk about them. YY.Ig1TJNES:ntV-- --1 - M- - ' i-Mm LTL' T-IE-L g515L,Ci1g2: J 50 Q .,.,, 'LE PRICE OF I .. la.Ie:E Q,fsEl:t,fIEt Ii FURNITURE HERBERT 55 CQMSTOCK ligf lifilvl lEegZ1f,'S'n'l'l Ill selling and de- ALI. KINDS ov CARDS, TICKETS, PROGRAMS AND SMALL CIRCULARS .l' mn , 'l I . 1, I,1,l.f-iii We I fb I . , IW lwefmg- Our PRINTED AT MODERATE PRICES .31 LIU-my - - EXPENSES, are CALL Us UP W-M ig? 6 A 1- -M , , 1,L, EETESZSVCIY il Qflge Krauss Jmnituw Gln. ' W A. CALHOUN EQSLBIEH OUR FLOWERS ARE THB FINEST F-LORIST oUR Plelcas THE - 1-l LOWEST 3220 EUCLID A VENUE TRY US VIII The Krauss Furrziture Co. 1330 Euclid AUBHUZ 1340 Opposite Olive Street SEARLES, HIRSH 8: GAVIN ARCHITECTS ' SCHOFIELD BUILDING CLEVELAND TI-IE EUCLID A.VENUlC LUMBER CO. 2730 EUCLID 1kVl'lNUE OI4EVELAND. Onxo L PHONES 3 nuns 001 ultlhvr 380 Oh, we love our dear teacher, Miss Swain, She is always so kind and humane, When you hand in some verse, She will look at it first, Then she says, sweet and low, Try again. IX NEW'HOME OF THE SPENCERIAN COMMERCIAL SCHOOL 475 Euclid Ave., for. Huntington St. Y ,,.A, . .. .-.,,.-..i N -I g , . , I I.. In all the years that the Spencerian has been training young people for business, it has never offered such advantages in buildings, furnishings, equipment, courses of study, and teaching force as at the present time. The Spencerian has a national reputation for doing work of a high order and has trained 37,700 students for successful business careers since it was founded in 1848. It has continually an excess of applications for its graduates. More than 100 calls a month are received. There are exceptional opportunities for young men who take the complete business and shorthand course. The Spencerian offers you an opportunity to start life fully prepared to do the work that brings the largest returns. Call, write or phone for illustrated catalogue. E THE LARGEST IN THE CITY OUR SHEDS AT OUR EUCLID YARD AR I WHICH ENABLES. US TO KEEP ALL GRADES OF COAL AND COKE IN TH E DRY WE DELIVER PROMPTLY THE ALBRIGHT COAL CO. 2 ZIITIOUS C C 2I'IIOI'I aI'ITIS T ij? Th F B u v F TI-IAT'S D EVOTE?fE'E'i1UiY1f LFG5'i1sTE15YP1'ii'1'f12T'oN OF CREAM FOR TABLE Usa I I Tellmg S Ice Cream EXT2?OoiE'f!EilS2Ef53 Early morning deliveries in time hr breakfast THA rs SOLD EVERYWHERE SPf'ff ff1 1' fffffwffff Q 5 TIIE BELLE VERNONGKIAPES DAIRY CO. Lrg A l3l2-I3I4 EU AVENUE PORT ARTHUR ,QQ Graham Juv S011 florists 1283 mtl 2848-2883 Etttlili flirt. 809D QDOWUU The bright little Japs Port Arthur once took. They wore auto Caps, The bright little laps Set numerous traps. The Russian fort shook. The bright little japs Port Arthur once took. That totally different Clothing. Hat and Furnishing Store FULTON 8 RINGLE 5 Public Square CLEVELAND A W0lIClC1'fLll man, from St. Paul, NVcnt to Z1 game of base hall. llc was hit on the head, And now he is dead- This wonderful man from St. Paul. THE BURTON, BEIDLER 6: PHILLIPS CO. IO Retail Yards COAL AND COKE 10 PUBLIC SQUARE Phones: Bell Main 2120 Cuy. Central 1636 That we offer what is in good taste and dependable We presume is seldom questioned, and there is a range of price which may surprise you .al J Call upon us then for jewelry, silver- ware, china, art, pottery, lamps, stationery and eye-glasses .ai .al THE COWELL 8a HUBBARD Co. Euclid corner of Bond THE STERLING 84 VVELCI-I CO. CARPETS. FZLJGS, FLOOR CLOTHS CURTAINS, SHADES AND UPHOLSTERY Gooos 12 a. 14 EUCLID AVENUE CLEVELAND. O. THE SKINNER Si RICHARDS CO. HARDWARE, PLUMBING, STEAM AND IIOT WATER F TIN TINNING HOUSE-FURNISHINGS IIl.A G, , RIEFRIGERATORS, LAWN SWINGS, ETC. 168 Collamer Ave. Both Plwnes COLLINWOOD, O. ' XIII ' THE CITY ICE DELIVERY CO. PURE CRYSTAL ICE DISTILLATA A THE PURE TABLE WATER Also all kinds of HARD COAL and COKE Phonesi Bell Doan 1855 East Cleveland Station Cuy. Crest 215 75 Lockwood Ave. Principal Officel 713 Williamson Building C. F. FOG A ELECTRICAL GOODS, HARDWARE AND PAINTS GENERAL REPAIR WORK I 4I5l Euclid Ave. Cuy. Phone H. A. DUBROY I G. A. BILLHARDT NEW ECONOMY ICE CO. PURE ICE Bo1'HPHoNEs 2997 Euclid Ave. X Anderson's Dancing School IZA OLIVE ST., fCor. Euclidj Opens the last week in September and closes june Ist every year. Every branch of the Art taught. Students' Matinees commence the first Friday in October. Bell E 688 L Cuy. C 7165 THE SENIOR PRESIDENT I'IIlII' Imirccl, Imluc cycrl, with complexion clear, Is Nmnptic, Iciiowll :ls Lizzie clear. II THE DENLEY COMPANY 3590 Euclid Avenue STRICTLY HIGH CLASS BAKERY Goous, ICE CREAM AND CANDIES ALL OUR OWN MAKE FIRST CLASS DINING ROOM C ROCKS 84 VVI-IIGAM DEALERS IN CHOICE MILK AND CREAM DELIVERED IN GLASS JARS, IN TIME FOR BREAKFAST OUR ESTABLISHMENT IS UP-TO-DATE IN EVERY RESPECT PHONES: CUY. CREST 293 W 108 LOCKWOOD BELL DOAN 1419 J EAST CLEVE AND There was :I young Indy :It Shaw, Who was the great priclc of her maw. She had hcnux galore, Anrl shc wanted some more, Hut hcr stern papa said, naw, naw. BUCKEYE HOT AIR PLUMBING, TINNING FURNACE GAS RANGES H. B. MCGRATH HARDWARE, STOVES, PAINT, OIL. VARNISHES, BRUSHES, ETC. f' 5' Abyxhff 3423 Euclid Ave. non-I PHONES , AN - Bell Mz1iII3II8j Cuy. Crest 386 W 'QM gl Chas. C. Keller 6: Bro. AI' ::: '5X l , G PLUMBING and HEATING Aw, .5 wx. I 2 1 iw, ww GENERAL REPAIR WORK gk 277l EIIEIIII Ave., CLEVELAND, 0. ' 14 is J ' ' - -'f Qg-g,-:QQ - SURETY ON BONDS HUGGINS G BELL We Will Write Your Bond 708, 709, 7I0 Park Building DIR. A. E. I-IITCI-I lJl'1N'1'IS'1' CROYVN IKND BRIDCEE NVOIIIC A HPI CIXI IX IIOTII l'lIONEH SIU!! PA RK IIIIILI IING COR. 014' HQIIARIC ANI! ONTARIO S'l'RI'I 1' INCORPORATED 1849 SOCIETY FOR SAVINGS IN THE CITY OF' CLEVELAND DEPOSITS 547.4-50,335.90 SURPLUS 2,500,000.00 UNDIVIDED PROFITS I5I,833.33 SEVENTY-SIX THOUSAND' NINE HUNDRED AND FORTY- - EIGHT DEPOSITORS R ssEnATln:l: CARRIAOES BELL. DOAN 25 Fon 1.1. Punwoszs Cuvm-soon, Cnesv 67 THOMAS SCOTT CLAGUE Grlnhcrtakcr FINE FUNERAL FURNISHINGS AMBULANCES AND INVALID CARRIAGES OPPOSITE LAKE View Crsmsveav 2825 EUCLID AVE. CHAPEL in :cm o CO-l:-LISTER -at SA YLE BICYCLES AND ATHLETIC aooos 317 SUPERIOR ST. CUYAHOGA BLDG. The Owen Secret Bed Makes it possible to economize space with- out sacrihcmg comfort or convenience. . A complete, comfortable, made-up bed concealed ln the back of a luxurious claven- port. Separate Bed Spring-Removable Mattress- bead and foot rails-curved back to the seat. Nothing in the appearance to indicate a bed combination. ,Y I NO OTHER LIKE IT Manufactured by THE D. T. OWEN COMPANY 300 DOAN AVENUE, EAST CLEVELAND, 0. Selling Agents, THE STERLING 8. WELCH CO. I2 EUCLID AVENUE TRY BOX BALL T EeAiiZE?JEEQ,ST'Z3L'g 'NG For Ladies as well ns Gentlemen AT THE NEW ALLEYS 268 HURON STREET CCAXTON BUILDINGD BETXVEEN ERIE STREET nun EMPIRE THEATRE Specin! Attention Given to Ladies Afternoons X... PRIVATE BUSINESS SCHOOL Browning Building 412 ERIE STREET Full Bookkeeping and Shorthand Courses Day and Evening the Entire Year The Highest Standard of Work Send for Catalog XIV XV ATHLETIC OUTFITTE RS THE W B DAVIS CO l l 1 l B. E. DEAN DEALER IN MILK AND CREAM l We would like a share of your patronage and will do our best 21 Eucuo Avis I 10 Please You I 4329 Euclid Afve. Tel., Cuy. Cresf 610 R R - l Bell Phone, Glen 98 Cuyahoga, Crest 130 E men: Punnmcv I J. M. COBURN J. G. Q, CO, Dry Goods. Stationery, School Supplies 3582 Euclid Ave. E 0Q.'f,:'g2'::fXQ'3'e .J AM ES R EEC E q MEAT AND POULTRY POCOMOKE OVSTERS i 3531 Euclid Both Phones 0 Of a young man who stands in our clique l The question was asked, Can you pique Your teeth with an axe, Make a meal from some taxe, Can you do this and not be quite sique ? l X VI PRESS OF THE O S HUBBELL PRINTING CO 'A Q .A gin.