Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1918 volume:

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H5135 I ,E M I U , aw PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS UNDER DIRECTION OF THE FACULTY -il JP FRANK LOUIS SOLDAN HIGH SCHOOL JP SAINT LOUIS VOLUME SIXTEEN - NUMBER ONE JANUARY, 1918 A ontents Graduation Program The Allegiance of the Immigrant VVOIHCII and the War The League to Enforce Peace Literature and the VVar The Price of Liberty No Prisoners Taken Allys Well That Ends Well l Candidates for Graduation, Janua Senior Service Roll Class Day Program Education Scriptorium Seniorites Tattler j ! ARES fl 6 3 ry, 1918 Nl- v- A- Q f., +.,f'-,n,.R.,, - - .fx -...-- -Q., Lk' - ,'V-' F' - ??ff?c i5a i xii:-1'- The Graduation Program Processional,-Coronation March .,,,..........,.,,..,.....,,,.,,,.,,,,,..,,,,,,,,,, Meyer-beer The Soldan Orchestra Chorus,-The Star Spangled Banner The Class and Audience War and Education C. Gordon Fennell The Allegiance of the Immigrant Gertrude M. Fleishman Sallltes to the Flag ........................................................ .....,... . Marquard The Chaminade Club Women and the War Eunice Genette Marten The League to Enforce Peace Harold S. Cook Scene de Ballet, Mazurka de Concert .......................... ......... A ndreef The Mandolin Club Literature and the War Mary Mahan Dougherty The Price of Liberty Howell Gershom Evans Violin S0l0,-Mazurka ................................................ ...,..... M Iynarski Ethel Knobeloch Address Dr. james W. Lee, Chaplain Barnes Hospital The Vikings ............................................................................. Coleridge- Taylor The Glee Club Presentation of the Class to the Board of Education Mr. John Rush Powell Principal Soldan High School Response and Presentation of Diplomas Dr. Henry Gettys Member Board of Education Awarding of the Washington University Scholarship Mr. W. J. S. Bryan Assistant Superintendent of Instruction Chorus,-On to Battle ............................................................ ........ ........ The Glee Clubs and Class Recessional,-Stars and Stripes ....................................... The Soldan Orchestra 4 Gaul Sousa Q f ' A ' --Q fr- --N -- -Y - Y - ,p:,fgi 'f7 ' S N f-1 +-7' se .f- .,.J-A ,4 1 is -'C-5336 A' f 1' f fesaffe f -fe ef' T Q, Since.-C l . The Allegiance of the Immigrant 'T MERICA! Waiting, beckoning, shining in the distance- the land of hope, the land of promise, the great melting W pot where all the races of the world are fused together as it one. 'N uh i A-: I i l A It is this America, with its spirit of humanity and democracy, that has led our immigrants to renounce their fathers and their homes for the country whose doors are open to all. Here they have been welcomed, protected, and loved. For here the exile met from every clime, And spoke in friendship every distant tongue. We have had over thirty-two and one-half millions of these immi- grants. They have come to us individually or in families, with the intention of residing here permanently. They have acted upon their own initiative and responsibility, without official support or compulsion. Had they come to some other country, they would have been classed as aliens 3 but America has adopted them. She has spent millions in educating them, so that they may become better individuals, better citizens, better patriots. To accomplish this, night schools have been opened all over the country for their benefit. In the St. Louis night schools and those of other large cities, special classes have been formed for them and every effort has been made to select teachers who are especially fitted for the work of Americanization. Here they have been taught our language, our customsg here they are given opportunities to become true Americans. In the present conflict of nations, America could no longer maintain her tradition of isolation. She has been forced to play her part in this great world war. The waters of the Atlantic are no longer barriers of human interchange. We are at 'war with Germany and Austria and the status of the alien has been a very troublesome question. How have the immigrants repaid America? Can they accept her benefits and give no returns? They certainly have some sense of obliga- tion toward her. They have sworn to protect the constitution of the United States, but now in this national emergency, where do they stand? Patriotism is being subjected to closer scrutiny than ever before and ,patriotism demands that they be faithfulg but in this crisis, do they hesitate? Can they give up all memories of their childhood days and take arms against their friends, their brothers, their parents? Picture, for one moment, an eager and ambitious youth in the old world. The alluring tales of his friends across the water have Fired his 5 imagination. American opportunities have called him and, inspired by great hope, he has come to the country where he may realize all his dreams. He works, he strives, he accomplishes! He loves his adopted country with a devotion born of gratitude, the country that took him in and gave him willingly of her bounties. His ties are not those merely of dutyg and when that America which has given him so much and asked so little needs his aid to preserve this democracy, he must rally to its cause in a very ecstasy of renunciation. But it is renuncia- tion? Renunciation of old ties, old friends, old memories. Can he renounce all these without a pang? Is it easy to forget? And, have we not all a common feeling of sympathy for some country from whence our grandfathers or great grandfathers have come? But they, these grandfathers, have steadily shown themselves to be true and dutiful citizens. With their blood they have helped to build and uphold the nation. Will the present immigrant show the same spirit of loyalty, of love? When war was declared by Congress, the foreign papers here saw but one duty-America! In the great Liberty Loan campaigns, the foreign-born were the ones that made them a success. In the numerous training camps of the country a large percentage of the soldiers gath- ered there are immigrants. The food conservation movement has met with the greatest success in our own city, which has a very large per- centage of descendants of immigrants, even of those from our enemy countries. They have upheld our nation in the past. Will they continue to do so in the future, so that the war drum shall throb no longer, and the world shall be made safe for democracy? Newcomers all from the eastem seas, Help us to incarnate dreams like these: Help us to father a nation strong, In the comradeship of an equal birth, And the wealth of the richest bloods of earth. G6fffUd62FI6iShH18D. Women and the War AR-when one thinks of war it is usually of the men who EQ' shoulder the guns and go to the trenches. But do they wi-f? alone serve? What of the women? Is not the part they Qi 1 play, the work they do, as important as that of the soldier ,f . on the firing line? Women give their sons, their brothers, their husbands, yes, and their daughters, for a cause which they know is right. It is a sacrifice, the greatest a woman can make. But they feel that no sacrifice ,- -it 'Lp-nsGfgf- -- X- -A .. ,.ff s,'?,: i vf.,f --Pt.. 4111 1 Y 15?-2' 5, is too great to secure the end for which all are fighting-democracy. But with this sacrifice alone they cannot, they do not, they dare not stop. Who is it, in the main, that feeds and clothes and nurses the great armies of the world? Behind. each man in the trenches is a woman. It was she who raised the grain for the bread, it was she who tended the Hocks that provided the meat for his rations. A woman made the boots and the uniform in which the man stands. She makes the shells with which his gun is loaded. When the man is wounded, a woman's ambu- lance, at risk of her own life, may even pick up the man on the battle- field, and it is a woman who will nurse him back to health. In the hour of stress, she cheers, she inspires, she comforts him. At the very beginning of the great world war, many noble women of both France and England gave over to the cause their beautiful and costly homes. The red cross above the doorway let it be known that there the wounded might be cared for. Did these women desire glory for themselves? Nog they would through service win democracy for the world. When these places were opened, nurses from all countries found their way to Europe. Not only have they served nobly, but in that service many of them have laid down their lives. As the sons of women fight, the daughters of men make that fighting possible. Out of the very battle smoke of this war has emerged the woman in khaki. She it is who responds when a call is made for service that is difiicult and dangerous. She, the giver and conserver of life, would give her own life that she may fulfill her mission. So truly have women responded to the call for service that in every country they have entered nearly every trade and occupation, no matter how arduous or how dangerous. It is one of the compensations of the war that, at a critical time in feminine history, war should have revealed to the whole world the full splendor and strength of womanhood. As has been said, in the great world war the women are filling men's places. They are standing behind their men and even with their men, as in Russia's famous Battalion of Death. Indeed, all women everywhere are answering the great call for active service. But in this momentous struggle it is, more than ever, necessary that women everywhere continue to realize the importance of the home and the school. The home must be kept in readiness for our men when they return. Our schools must keep the boys and girls in training for the peace times that are to come. This work will largely fall into the hands of women. With their energy and intuitive power they must shape the world for the new and lasting peace. The call to the colors has sounded throughout the world. Women are answering-giving their all. Are you ready and am I? --Eunice Marten. 7 The League to Enforce Peace present day hate and greed so says Mr Britlmg ' But let us read more closely There was a time when ' 4'A' people looked upon war as the business of a considerable part of the population. No one bothered if children starved and mothers' hearts were broken. It has been computed that, in the 3,412 years of recorded history, there have been only two hundred and twenty-seven years of peace. It should be the sacred duty of this gen- eration to guarantee to the future that peace, hereafter, should be the normal condition of civilized nations. g algj lp p AR is the killing off of the young, the massacre of boys! It is the spending of all the live material of the future upon What is our attitude toward this world war? Is the stake worth the lives, the suffering, the privation? At the end, do we expect merely to resume the exact status quo ante? But let us consider. If, at the end of this war, a new kind of peace is not made, a peace that shall be generous, genuine, guaranteed, war will follow war until such a peace is made. To attain this end many plans have been put forth, but among them all the most practical appears to be that advanced by the League to Enforce Peace. On june 17, 1915, in Independence Hall such a league was organized. It purposed to adopt a program of action to follow the present war. This plan looked towards the prevention of future wars. Four proposals were adopted: According to Articles I and II of the platform, two international bodies would be set up: a judicial Court to hear and decide those ques- tions based on accepted rules of international lawg second, a Council of Conciliation to dispose, by compromise, of all other questions which, unless settled, would be likely to lead to other wars. According to Article III, if any nation refuses to submit its claim to one of these tribunals, the other nations of the league will at once bring diplomatic and economic pressure to bear on the offender. If still that nation persists, the other nations will iight in defense of the nation attacked. Article IV proposes to have conferences from time to time between the Powers. These conferences will formulate and codify rules of inter- national law. These rules shall then govern in the decisions of the Judicial Tribunal. It is no part of the purpose of the league to separate the present combatants. It hopes to establish and maintain peace at the close of the war. It proposes to abolish secret diplomacy, that evil which has caused more wars than any other single exciting force. The league purposes to bring about delay through public discussions. The longer 8 nations talk, the less likely they are to fight. President Wilson, ex-Presi- dent Taft, Viscount Grey, as well as both the great national political parties, endorsed this platform. In the discussions of the league, this great national question came up: Would the United States have the will and power, once the league was formed, to oppose aggression so firmly as to make it unprofitable? The answer came sooner than expected. Is not the United States at the present moment at war with a power that has pursued to its own sinister ends the policy of aggression? In the future, no power will resort to aggression if, by so doing, it will raise against itself invincible odds. When President Wilson addressed the league at Washington, he shattered forever the tradition of American isolation. He offered not only his services to assist Europe in forming such a leagueg he was empowered by the people to offer the united strength of the nation to back its authority. Here was, in fact, an American re-statement of the old motto of the Renaissance, What concerns mankind is inevitably our affair. A new principle now informs world politics. For the first time, a great power is prepared to stake its own peace, not merely to guarantee its own interest or to further the aim of its allies: it is determined to make an end forever to the possibility of profitable aggression. It aims to make the world safe for democracy. As Mr. Bonar Law, British Chancellor of the Exchequer, says, We are preparing for peace, for a peace which will bring back to us in safety those who are fighting our battles, and a peace which will mean that those who will not come back have not laid down their lives in vain. in fl' xx 1 nbygaf at Yff ' .Q if il-,QL N Q. -Harold S. Cook. Literature and the Wat HERE can be no greater change than in our latter day atti- tude toward history. History has, in the past, immortalized the great warriors, the great orators, the great statesmen, and the great teachers. Other things than deeds, however, make our modern history. Literature is, indeed, no act, but it inspires deeds, and the memory of these deeds literature as history makes permanent. Heroes die, acts cease, but literature makes remembrance more real than their own reality. War is the background of history. Whatever arouses the emotions, inspires creation, and nothing so appeals to the emotion as war. Nowhere is this more manifest than in its present effect upon literature. Every war has shown this essential truth. The fall of Troy immortalized Homer. The Roman occupancy of Britain infused some culture into the crude Anglo-Saxon writings. The Norman conquest produced Chaucer, and the Revolution in England under Oliver Cromwell gave us Milton. 9 In our own country, Harriet Beecher Stowe lighted the torch that blazed in our Civil War. And while this family feud raged, our inspired Julia Ward Howe chanted her Battle Hymn of the Republic. In turn, were these inspired writers created through their own acts of creation. Thus the influence of literature cannot be estimated either in its effect or its reaction. The literature of the early wars was purely a history of events, or a lauding of military prowess. That of the Revo- lutionary War exploited England's injustice to the colonies. The French Revolution produced many epics of the Reign of Terror. And the literature of the Civil War was based upon slavery and its influence: and when the brilliant South could not explain slavery-it remained voiceless. This present war is singular-in its origin, in its manifestation, and in its development along every line. It is of greater magnitude than any war the world has known. Living under epic skies, we are just beginning to reap its results in the field of literature. Involving, as it does, so many different nations, its fruition along every line will be the mightiestnever realized. We find awakened to these new interests the vivacious French, the deep-thinking English, the dreamy Italian, and the ever versatile American, each to the mighty expression of the litera- ture each is making. But while we are living literature, we cannot always perfectly shape literature. In the transplanting from home to the trenches, to the hospitals, or to other war service, there has developed in many men unsuspected, latent talent. The pressure of the mighty events gives them not only new visions, but the power to convey these visions to an awakened world. A new constellation has appeared in the firmament of literature. Out of intellectual obscurity these stars of genius have burst forth. Mental development, requiring years, is now accomplished in a few months. The outlook upon life is vastly broadened and the stimulated emotion gives rise to a clarity of thinking and a splendor of utterance never before realized. War develops variety in literature. Many are the poems-pathetic, solemn, humorous, merry, frivolous, beautiful, yes, and tragic. Imagine a boy-the youngest of his family, protected, petted, and spoiled. He likes to read and has read much. But for athletics and manly sports he cares nothing. This boy goes out to fight. From his experiences he produces a world book. It is humanistic, in that its language and its allusions show its author to be cultivated. It is humanitarian, also, in its love and delight in mankind. He creates a sketch-out of his narrow yet deep experience-that bears a marked resemblance to that great Barrie drama, Der Tag. This war has impelled this utterance. Per- haps Fate, under ordinary circumstances, would have kept this voice mute. But War gives to the world a book that changes literature, one that gives us the simple yet solemn truths, which we ourselves might 10 . .ZF -A-? cf, A--,L .ff A - -1-.Y .,-,R -.-f:f- ' - purposely avoid, were they not presented to us in this arresting manner. We can only mean Donald Hankey's Student in Arms. In the book Carry On, Coningsby Dawson makes known to the world, as he has the opportunity to observe, the hopes, the fears, the desires, and even the thoughts of simple, unaffected men, fighting to save the ideals of mankind. We are heralding a new era in literature. We are learning to appre- ciate through meditation and inspiration world emotions never before fully realized. The struggle of men for that which is so highly spiritual, as well as their right to pursue happiness, is beginning to play a mighty part in the drama of literary change. We are in a new Renaissance. Literature is not only purified, but made so splendidly true that it appeals to the most sluggish thinker. We never tire of honoring our heroes who battle for us-in drama, in poetry, in song, and in story. Rupert Brooke will live forever in the tale of his splendid dual heroism :-soldier, poet, almost demigod. As his dust will make the hallowed land where he sleeps forever England, his song places him in the choir of earth's immortals. Our own Alan Seegar, too, has kept his rendezvous with death, but the voice of his singing has not been stilled, cannot be stilled. Literature, heretofore, has spoken in terms of tribes, of nations, yes, of mighty nations. Now world ideas must be absorbed and digested and clothed in the language intelligible to the man in the street. Is it not wonderful that the clearest voice of all who strive to educate the world through literature comes from our own land? His sentences have become our aphorisms, our proverbs. All other political utterances beside his sound shallow and trivial. His state papers pass into our consciousness and pervade the soul of our American thinking. Woodrow Wilson has made literature the very breath of our American life. -Mary Dougherty. The Price of Liberty 'S N answer to the groans and cries of suffering Cubans, President McKinley issued a call for a hundred and twenty- five thousand men. In less than forty-eight hours, a quar- ter of a million young men rushed to arms. This was the most magnificent illustration of unselfish patriotism the world ever witnessed. Then, men went forth, not to defend their own hearthstones, but to deliver a million suffering Cubans from the enslaving rule of the Spaniard. Once again the head of our great nation has sounded the tocsin. He calls every loyal citizen, whether man, woman, boy or girl, to join hands with our brothers and sisters across the sea, with all who are fighting for the cause of human liberty. This is a louder and a far more insistent call than that which President McKinley uttered and which 11 'QT53 X 55 7 -, '-'Pia e-Cif A v Wi ' -r'G'J '4 '- -Y -- W -qg-?,':3 Tf- x.3,- r eins -w . was so loyally responded to. Then, only the destinies of a million people were involvedg now the welfare and the liberties of the human race are at stake. A national crisis! No, a world crisis calling on every lover of liberty of whatever race or color to throw fortune, life, all,-in behalf of the cause of human freedom that in the present crisis is threatened with annihilation. Sacrifice and suffering have ever been the price the race has paid for liberty. But history reveals the indisputable fact that, although the sacrifice has been severe, and the sorrows and suffering may have been heavy, the resultant reward has not only far surpassed the sacrifice, but has more than fully repaid any resultant sorrow or suffering. What though the sufferings of Valley Forge were severe, and though the patriots of the little continental army wore rags and left bloody foot- prints on the frozen snowy all this suffering, this sacrifice resulted in the birth of a great nation. And ever since this nation has been a haven for the oppressed, a day-star for the downtroddeng it is to-day a pattern for liberty-loving peoples throughout the world. What though sixty-one saw Bull Run and sixty-three Antietam, what though three hundred thousand men were sacrificed on Southern battlefields, the greatest democracy was kept intact, and the shackles of bondage struck from four million slaves. Once again the cause of human liberty is threatened. The beast of militarism already has crushed under its ruthless heel the self-respecting, liberty-loving, little principalities. Now it threatens to place this yoke of autocracy on the whole civilized world. Shall we not then rally as did our fathers to fight the battle of freedom, to preserve the cause of human liberty, to make the world safe for the generations to come? The supreme hour is at hand. The nation is called upon to rise as one man to the support of our president. Whatever the sacrifice demanded, of time, of wealth, of life, all should be freely paid that those to come may possess liberty. Where is the soul so narrow and the heart so selfish, that in this greatest of human crises it continues to turn a deaf ear to the cries of suffering humanity? Our fathers counted no sacrifice too great for the cause of freedom. If they gladly gave their blood that we might be free, shall we be so selfish at this hour as to withhold ours? If they joyfully sacrificed their home and goods, shall we do less? In this momentous hour of human history personal feelings and self-seek- ings should be buried. We fight for a cause that affects the future, not of one nation, but the world. If we are to continue to hold our place among nations, every man, woman and child should stand ready to answer our leader's call. Far better that a few of us die in this glorious cause, than that the nation itself should cease to be a protector of free- dom and a defender of liberty, a pattern to a waiting world. -Howell Evans. 12 .-va,--eff 4- wir, .f L' .. sf e- - fb' 3 ..- .2 ,Yi-.2 - fg.!A-N:- . V QQ-V 1. i-.7-f . P 'Y x 1 1 4, KH P: fl -L 5l,,Qis i53 No Prisoners Taken F H, BITTER wind swept across a shell-plowed field in Flanders. Qfigun Fragments of storm-driven clouds scudded across the sky. The sun came down to the western horizon--stared for a moment at the pitiful conflict of pigmy men, then sank into - a purplish bank of fog and mist. Night had come-bleak, mid-winter night of Flanders. Now and then No Man's Land sprang out of the darkness as a star-shell burst above it. From some distant pill-box came the tattoo of a machine-gun, and from farther on, the sullen boom of bigger guns. Scotty Blake, of the Third Canadian Reserves, lay huddled up in the dugout. For thirty hours he had given the best that was in him. Every aching muscle was reacting from the gruelling strain of the last great drive. His eyes were half closed. He tried to forget the awful picture of the day, the cutting wind that now crept in, the Hurries of driven snow,-the sleek trench rats that slunk back overgorged from No Man's Landf' It was almost Christmas time, and as he lay there, his body half numbed with exhaustion and cold, but his mind keenly alert, his thoughts flew back to a little cottage in Missouri-to a little one-street town where he had spent his boyhood days. He saw his mother- bustling about the kitchen. He even was conscious of the tantalizing odor of baking pie crust. He saw them all-Bob, the little brother, with a squad of his childhood friends, parading around with dishpans and broom handles, playing soldier. Scotty wondered if little Bob got the drum he had wanted so badly for Christmas. Then his mind went back-to her. Always she was the goal of his thought-he could not forget-he had tried so many times, yet the thought of her was the real vital thing that dominated his heart and life. Three years ago he had left her. A childish quarrel-hot and bitter words-all so pitiably out of keeping with what they had since suffered. In the hot surge of 'anger he had left her, just as the great war was calling Canada's men to Europe. He went with them. He had not written and of course she could not know where he was-and yet, never an hour but his thoughts had gone back to the girl whose heart was bound up in his own. And this night in Flanders, huddling in a cheer- less dugout, the pitiable folly of it all came back to him. He saw her again just as he had seen her that first time in the old apple orchard back of the little one-street town in Missouri. There she stood-the apple blossoms all about her, the june sun streaming over her, and as he saw her again he could hear her pleading for him to come back. He could feel the longing in the wistful, blue eyes looking up at him so beseech- ingly. So powerfully real was the vision that Scotty had reached out his hand to touch her. Scotty !-Scotty !-Oh, Scotty !-God! I thought you'd been killed! I3 You sleep like a Boche when we get through with 'eml Yuh 'wake?- Well, listen: get yourself together and make it snappy! We have orders to go 'over the top' at ten-fifteen. Scotty crawled from his position of shelter, and shaking the snow from his coat, made himself ready. His little nap had refreshed him and after taking a nip of strong rum he was ready. There was always some- thing revolting to him in all of this terrible business. Over the top -stumbling, running, panting across No Man's Land -tearing through entanglements of barbed wire, and then, if not stopped by a piece of lead, to plunge a whetted bayonet into a fellow-human being. Gruesome, terrible, inhuman business-always his whole instinct revolted. A He had now been with his Canadian fellows for almost three years, yet nothing could harden him to this matter-of-fact way human lives were sacrificed. Again he repeated to himself: I am fighting for principle. It is right. justice will- Fix bayonets ! Scotty's reflections were cut short by the whispered command passed down the trench, to be followed by: Over the top ! Rifle in hand, he scrambled up. A thin line of his fellows was on either side. Stealthily but swiftly they pushed into No Man's Land, then-puff !-a German star-shell Flared overhead-the attack was uncov- ered. A shot and a hoarse shout came from the Boche lookout. A red rocket hissed high above the trenches-a signal to the artillery, and then hell was loosed. The thin line of crouching Canadians was transformed into an onslaught of battle-crazed demons. No more of stealth or hiding, for now the Teuton heavy guns had been warned and their terrible death messengers were on the way. Then came a screech-a demoniac scream-a terrible explosion, and Scotty, half-covered with dirt of No Man's Land, lay stunned. As senses came back he knew he was unhurt. Groping for his riile, he staggered to his feet. It had only been a second, for there were his comrades crawling through the tangle of wire. He stumbled toward them. Full strength came back with the desire to kill-kill-to feel the ecstasy of killing. They were through the barbed wire now-on the lip of the trench. There was the enemy. See, he is. looking up, waiting for me to loose his blood and life with a bayonet. Scotty raised his weapon and then darkness came, and unconsciousness. Scotty Finally, after a determined effort, opened his eyes. He tried to roll over on one side, but a terrific twinge of pain came from his knee. He lay still and tried to remember what had happened. He had a dim recollection of the charge, the blinding flashes of bursting shellsg then he closed his eyes from sheer faintness. Soon he became aware of the fact that he was hungry, intensely hungry. He tried' to sit up, but again came the awful tinge from his knee. He slid his hand down, only to find that it was bandaged firmly. Scotty blinked his eyes and looked 14 ..-,'f:-.:7-'- -ggnifi A L-sg. -J 15- f,f Y df.: . 2542 -13.1-'-f,3T ,le s-.L-PES. around. Through a small window he could see that it had stopped snow- ing. He gazed out at a patch of clear, cold sky. Gradually it dawned upon him that he was in a strange room. Had he been found by the Red Cross, or, perhaps, was he taken prisoner by the Boches? Slowly turning his head toward the center af the cabin, he saw, lying at the foot of his cot, a man in German uniform. Scotty's heart sank. ' The man stirred, and lifting himself on his elbow, looked up. Cold 9 he asked, noticing the shiver that passed over Scotty. Nope, Iim O. K.-say, is this a prison camp, or what P For some reason or other, Scotty liked the looks of this big, broad-shouldered, clean-cut fellow. The Boche was getting up now, taking off his coat with the evident intention of giving it to his charge. ' Aw, keep your coat. Sure enough, I'm not v-very c-cold. The German said nothing, but after throwing his heavy, warm coat over Scotty, drew up a box and sat down beside him, leaning his elbows on his knees. In a minute he began to speak in good, unbroken English: Never mind just where you are. Here-take a drink of this, you look weak. Scotty did as he was bid, while the German reachedover to his knapsack and took out a piece of dark bread and a small can of meat, which he opened and dumped out on a little tin plate. This is not quite so good as they usually give you Englishmen, is it? he asked with a smile, proffering the food to Scotty. Say, Fritz, don't call me an Englishman! returned Scotty with heatg 'Tm an American-born in the State of Missouri, U. S. A. Well, for God's sake-say- are you telling me right? he added suspiciously. ' Scotty looked up. The German seemed to be all aquiver with excitement. You don't think I look in any condition to be 'kidding' you, do you, Fritz? The German smiled. By the way, where did you learn to speak English as you do? Do they teach that over in your country along with destruction of hospitals, the murder of women and the making of those infernal Krupp guns ? The German winced, then laying his huge hand upon Scotty's shoulder, he exclaimed, Why, man, I was born in the very state you come from. My brother, my sisters-all of them-are living to-day in St. Louis. You see, my folks were German, but I was born in Americag was over here visiting when the war came, was rushed to the front. It certainly is good to see someone from America. That's one country I d never fight against. ' ' Scottyis surprise showed upon his face. He leaned over and thrust out his hand. Put 'er there, friend, I want to shake the hand of a real man. Scotty leaned too far. His knee twitched, and the intense pain of it caused him to emit a low groan. His breath was comingfaster. He felt himself growing weaker. 15 The man caught his hand warmly and noticing that Scotty's pulse was growing jerky and feverish, took a field kit from his pack, selected a hypodermic needle and began cleaning it. So you're one of those adventurous Americans, not satisfied with your own country, over here fighting for a foreign government. Fritz smiled good-naturedly as he said this, and going over to the cot, injected the opiate into Scotty's arm. H-m-m! Why, you must not be much over twenty-one or two, are you ? Scotty shook his head. He did not care to talk much. In a few moments the soothing effect of the narcotic deadened his pain-then he told the whole story. He was like a child now, a very small child. It did his heart good to tell all that was pent up. It was the first time he had ever confided his story to anyone, and when he had finished there were tears in the eyes of the other. All through the following night Scotty dreamed-half delirious, and several times the German was awak- ened by Scotty's: Oh, Clara! Tell me it's a lie, Clara-a lie, a lie, a lie ! Once toward morning, the German injected more morphineg then he slept heavily until daybreak. The gray light of the dawn crept in through the window of a cabin in a devastated part of Flanders and touched the eyelids of one Scotty Blake, of the Third Canadian Reserves. Scotty awoke to find a strong aroma of coffee filling the room. This refreshed him somewhat, but he was very weak, and the blood-soaked bandages were oppressive. He saw his newly-made friend leaning over a small fire boiling coffee in a pan. The German turned, and smiled when he saw his prisoner was awake. This will brace you up, he promised, shifting his position by the i-ire so that he might see Scotty. Do you know there is something about a day like this that reminds me of Missouri? I don't know whether it is the snap in the air or just the cold, gray look everything has. Say, returned Scotty, that was just exactly what I was thinking as I looked out there. Coincidence, isn't it? How I remember those winter days! Wait a minute-1et's see-twenty-second, twenty-third, twenty- fourth-by George,-Merry Christmas! To-day's Christmas-this is Christmas morning! The German stepped over to the cot and grasped Scotty's hand. Scotty thought for a moment. Yep, you're right-it's Christmas morning, his forced smile quickly vanishing. I wonder what they're doing back home right now! I suspect they're all sitting about the Christmas tree giving out the presents. There was a catch in his voice as he said this and he turned his face down to the cot. The German turned to the window and stared out across the plain. He said nothing. He, too, was thinking of Missouri, and a snow-covered 16 .,-,K-1--.,f - -3-W' YQ, -1 ,fag - A ' 5-1--1gL:, -g-3' -rff-Y-'-T37 cottage he had learned to love. Well, we'll be men-Americans, any- way-even though we can't enjoygour Christmas at home. Let us pray to the Almighty that we may be home for the next Christmas that comes around. The sound of marching feet came from without. A gruff voice called a command. The door opened. A German officer and two pri- vates entered. The oflicer glanced at Fritz. Your prisoner? Yes, sir, answered Fritz. Leg shattered. A cold chill shot through Scotty. He turned to the window wearily and a sense of hopelessness came over him. Bring him out! commanded the officer sharply. Fritz protested in German, pointing to Scotty's bandaged leg. The officer smiled ironically. Bring him out! he snapped, speaking to the two soldiers who had entered with him. Then to Fritz: Our division is to withdraw at once. Our movements cannot be hampered with prisoners. Orders have been issued to shoot all captured men. You will immediately carry out this command. Shoot your prisoner! Fritz stood motionless. The command was not repeated. Slowly the officer drew an automatic, then lifting his arm and directing it at the American, he grunted, You die. Scotty understood now, but was helpless. Shoot, you-coward! he hissed, clenching his teeth and looking steadily into the muzzle of the revolver. But partly through love and partly through anger, Fritz interposed, arresting the ofI'icer's arm. A struggle ensued. The two soldiers holding Scotty dropped him and rushed upon Fritz who sank down, bayoneted by a fellow-soldier. Scotty's eyes blazed with hatred. He cursed and groaned as he dragged himself io his feet. The bandages about the wounded leg turned bright crimson. He clenched his teeth and hopped forward. To sink his lingers into the throat of that fiend! But to once feel the hot blood of this creature warm his hands and he would be content to die. His opponent did not hesitate, but calmly raised his gun and shot into Scotty's body. The body wavered for an instant, then crumpled up in a heap on the ground. In a little one-street town in Missouri, Scotty's mother called the little family to the Christmas dinner. When they had bowed their heads, she prayed- Oh, great and merciful Father, we thank Thee for these blessings, May Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. -Harold F. Lee, 7. 17 AII's Well That Ends Well HE door bell of Mr. Cecil Thomas, who, in the vernacular of a Frenchman, would be termed a bourgeois of London, gave a shrill and sudden sound. It was that young Amer- ican, as he was usually referred to, and rather 'Q contemptuously, by Mr. Thomas. Jimmie Bacon was lead- ing a life of experiment, and for the past year he had been engaged in the pleasant business of trying to convince a London magazine that James Bacon stories were really unusual, and that any publisher with common sense ought to appreciate the fact and accept them. And it was some job! Mr. T homasis pretty daughter, Barbara, opened the door, for she knew only too well who it was. Bacon had come to make his customary Sunday evening call on her, and this evening he was all joy, hilarity, ecstasy. And this same evening Barbara felt exactly the opposite. Well, Jimmie, she said in affected cheerfulness you look as if you had just been presented with a hundred thousand pounds! What makes you so happy? - Rejoice, Bobby, and be exceedingly glad, for my most marvelous and phenomenal story-the one I read you last Wednesday-has been accepted, bought, and paid for! I'm so glad, was her abbreviated reply. Then she led him into the drawing room, indicated a seat for him, hesitated, and finally took a seat directly opposite her fiance. Jimmie went on enthusiastically, half sarcastic, half serious: Yes, Bobby, the dawn of my glorious future is before me! I'm working on a big idea now. It is entitled 'Professional Loafers! When that's taken we will-well-we won't have to wait any longer. I'm- Barbara was ready to talk now, and she was waiting for the oppor- tunity. Her countenance reflected stern resolution. However, Jimmie's exuberant enthusiasm could hardly be checked at this juncture. 'Tm almost certain, he continued, that within two months I will have earned enough money to buy a marriage license, Bobby! Then, more seriously, But really, Bobby, if Dame Fortune smiles on me a little, we will be married before Christmas. But what has gone wrong with you to-night? Are you feeling well, Bobby? Oh, yes-I'm quite well. Jimmie, I have something--I wanted 7! nf' ': 1 ' ., wi f . 'F' My ls 1 f rf f ' 4 ry t0- By Jove! I know what you want. War! That's the topic! Well, I have some good news for you. The French have stopped the Germans' march on Paris. I tell you when Von Hindenburg puts one over on old man Joffre, I'll eat my head! I guess Willie Hohenzollern can't cele- brate Sedan Day in Paris as he expected to. Too bad! Billy must be awfully upset. But if he'd take my advice he wouldn't expect any more triumphal marches into Paris. The days of 1870 have passed. 18 Q' 'J 'I-17 .Q 15:-1,326 1 -A g et 5s . g, , ff l, ,-iils-1-.tg -- 4133 'I'm so glad, Jimmie. But that is not what I wanted to talk to you about. What in the world are you driving at, Bobby? Speak! commanded the bewildered Bacon. Jimmie, she said quietly, I must tell you that our engagement is at an end. Recent events have led me to believe that father is quite right-about you-about Americans. What's wrong? he demanded, stunned. Wrong? Everything! Father has always allowed me full freedom, as you know, perhaps it has been unfortunate. He always was opposed to our engagement, but he would not stand in my way. And mother has her own favorites. Still, I have stubbornly persisted in my ways. Somehow, Jimmie, your frank, open manners, your-well-what you Americans aptly call pluck, nerve-somehow these traits had a peculiar fascination for me. Unfortunately, though, you have proved yourself unworthy of the love of an English girl. It's strange, he replied, that I've been good enough until now. And just at a time when-but, no, Barbara, you can't turn me away like this. You can at least give me a concrete and definite reason for it, besides your father's prejudice. Prejudice! she retorted, all the prejudice in the world would not make me change my mind. Until last night my father's objections, to me, too, were prejudice. But when prejudice proves to be well founded, then it ceases to be such, and in my father's case, it becomes sagacious admonition. Imagine me walking into the opera last night with my parents and seeing my fiance gayly engaged in the entertainment of another one of his 'friends' ! That was Dorothy Coverdale, he answered calmly, we used to go to school together in Denver, and she has just come to London. I do not understand you in the least, Barbara. Oh, yes, one of your old friends! she snapped. Think of my humiliation when father saw it. Think of the things he had to say to me. What could he say? 'Look, Bab, there is the man you propose to marry! Why, yes, that young American likes you quite as well as he loves his other friends! I tell you, Bab, these Americans do not take life seriously. They are mutable, fickle, inconsistent. When James Bacon is not calling on you, he is visiting somebody else, and it will be the same after he has married you.' At last the terrible truth struck me and-- I can't believe it! Bacon thundered. It is ridiculous, absurd. Barbara, I tell you it is nothing less than petty jealousy! James, she said sternly, you are certainly mistaken. Keeping company with several women at the same time may be correct etiquette with American young men, but in England it is intolerable and out of the question. Holding a small ring on the palm of her hand, she added: We will speak no more on the subject, Mr. Bacon! 19 Barbara, he pleaded, do you think that a trifling incident like that is sufficient cause for breaking an engagement? No, but there are other incidents which I feel it would be useless to enumerate, and other stronger ties. which demand consideration. Bacon's face was flushed, he hesitated a moment, arose, affected a grim smile, and said: Then, it is time for me to leave. Sometimes I have tried to conceive of something really hard-a man's proposition- which a young man might have to face. This is one, I'm sure. This infernal and awful war with all its pangs of misery has, after all, its gentle side. g Following him to the door, she bade him a cold farewell. Good- night, Mr. Bacon, and good success ! I am not thinking of success just now, he said, half to himself. Good-night, Barb-Miss Thomas. Three months elapsed and Bacon was a first-class English private in a training camp in France. He had immediately joined the army after that memorable evening, and he had assumed a passive, subservient outlook upon life. Promotion was offered to him, but he had rejected itg a private was his sole ambition. The next day Private Bacon was conducted to the guardhouse. He found himself seated on a small bench with another victim, back against back, stooping over with their elbows on their knees, faces on their palms, as if plunged in deep deliberation. In fact, they were thinking of nothing. Then, simultaneously, both abandoned their pensive posi- tions, turned around, and faced each other. Bacon finally generated enough energy to ask his co-offender what had brought him there. Me ?,' he asked, nothing, nothing. Then you're here for the same crime that I'm here! said Bacon with an ironic grin that had become characteristic of him. I did absolutely nothing, came back the other. I was on sentry duty last night, and you know what a miserable night it was. Well, you know what we are commanded to say when a party comes up to enter the camp: for them to halt and one of them to come up and be recognized, while the others mark time. And you know how strict the oilicers are about us carrying out orders implicitly. Well, last night about ten o'c1ock I heard two people coming. I said, 'Who goes there ?' 'Captain of Co. D and wife!' he said. I said, 'Captain of Co. D, advance and be recognized, and wife mark time !' You poor loon ! said Bacon, as he was moved to a real smile for the first time in a month. At least that's a pretty good excuse for sticking you in here. They have docked me for less than that ! I sure would like to hear it! It's impossible, said the other, con- Hndently. We'll see. Last night I was engaged in the same business as you. About midnight I heard some kind of noise and I hollered out, 'Who goes there?' 'Officer of the dayl' he answered. 'OH-icer of the day,' said 20 l ,Is gi.-v - -.4-f-L,-.st-:Ji:.fT.A. ..:Y,-,-gi.,-1,'?, W - riff? 9 , KFL . ss -fi 34 L, '5'-..ig .s1f,fr, .W- I, 'what in the deuce are you doing out here at night? Advance and be recognized? I recognized him all right! It was Lieutenant Cunning- ham, and he dispatched me hither this morning ! On a dark night a couple of months later a party for laying wire entanglements was preparing to go into No man's Land to reinforce the impedimenta, as Julius Caesar used to say. One of the six that were going to make the perilous and hazardous undertaking was Bacon. By this time he had been thoroughly hardened, he had forced himself to become a disciple of fatalism-he reveled in any obstacles and reverses which fate might choose to hurl against him. Besides, Bacon had all the qualities of a real man, minus ambition. The barbed wire squad jumped over the trenches and they were soon at the place of their destination. They quickly got down to work, and for the first hour much was accomplished, then a strange tap! tap ! was heard. Bacon stopped pounding for a minute Che was the post driverj. At first it was thought that the sound was merely the echo of Bacon's sledge-harnmer. But the echoes went on long after Bacon's pounding was stopped. Soon it dawned on them that it was some Germans, not far away, engaged in the self-same work! Huh! said one of the men. I hope those Huns don't begin shooting. I wouldn't be surprisedf' added another. It would be just like them, boys, whispered the sergeant, but we've got to Finish this job. On with the work! said the grim and dauntless American, as he raised the ponderous hammer and took a full swing at his post. But he struck too hard, and the handle broke in such a way as to render the hammer useless. Well, said Bacon sardonically, I've done it! And this is the only one we brought with us. Gentlemen, we shall proceed no further in this business. I move we adjourn ! Sir, reprimanded the sergeant, parliamentary procedure will not help to tangle up the enemy. Give me that broken handle! Meanwhile you had better have a seat before one of those Prussian gentlemen on the other side chooses you, admonished another. That reminds me, said Bacon, not taking the least heed to his fellow-soldier's suggestiong those fellows have quit hammering, too. Maybe they don't need their sledge. Shall I go over and ask Fritz if he can spare us one? Private Bacon! retorted the sergeant, that will be enough fool- ishness from youg lie down and wait for orders ! In accordance with his superior's commands, Bacon stretched out his body on the ground 3 using his elbow for support, he rested his head on the palm of his left hand, while he laid his right on the length of his upper side. just then a volley of missles was rapidly making its way 21 to the little party. One of the bullets found its way into the temples of the sergeant. Another missile struck Bacon on his thigh on the very spot where his right palm had been resting. His foref-inger was almost severed. The Germans, fortunately, did not attempt another shot. The next day Bacon found himself at the base hospital. After half a month of treatment he was moved to another hospital for the recuperat- ing, but he went minus his wounded forei-inger. The new sanitarium, as Bacon was entering it, seemed brighter, more homelike, sunnier. The morning after his arrival here the disabled soldier was sitting back on his bed, resting his back on two bulky pillows, eagerly waiting for his First breakfast. At last a white clad nurse appeared on the threshold, she walked directly to his bed. His heart leaped! If Barbara ! he exclaimed. Jimmie! Of all things, Barbara-Miss Thomas--are you in this game, too? Where else could I be? she answered simply. Well, how do you like it? he asked. As much as anyone could like war. But, Jimmie-you-you don't enjoy it, do you? Oh, as for me, it makes little difference, Miss Thomas. X Jimmie, what makes you talk so? You used to be so different! I have grown different, Miss Thomas. But, Jimmie, Barbara said softly, why do you call me Miss Thomas? Have you forgotten everything-everything? I've tried my best, replied the stoic. But I must beg your pardon -I should have-I didn't stop to think about you being married. I only knew your maiden name, you know. Married ! she exclaimed. I never thought of marriage ever since you went to France. You ought to know that, Jimmie. Since I came to France! he thought to himself. Since I joined the army! Seven months ago! But what are you going to do, now that I am leaving the army? They won't keep me any longer. I'm use- less-to them-my trigger Finger is gone. They tell me they are going to ship me to England on the fifteenth. How much longer are you going to stay here, Miss Thomas? God knows ! she said. But, Jimmie, oh, Jimmie! please don't call me by that name. Have you forgotten my first name--what you called me before that foolish quarrel-have you forgotten my name? The soldier started up suddenly, as if an idea had struck him: an idea altogether new to this world! He leaned forward and whispered: Bobby-will you sail with me-will you start life over again--with me ? Yes, Jimmie, yes. My! but I thought I never would get you to ask that question again! Cl -George Tsiros, 8. zz Candidates for Graduation, january, 1918 A born lcmlcr of men'- XVOITICH, too. Clam Prmii llllf '- i Tennis T1-am, '15, '16, '1' . 1 , 16 C. GORDON FENNELL RUTH HARKINS C. WILBUR KNIGHT As sho sings, shi- laughs: up A business man, indeed. and down the scale. Clam T,.L,aXm,L,,, Vive-I'r1-.vifieuf Forum, '15, '16, '17 Clzamiuadc Club, '16, 'I7 Piuafore Tennis Clzampfon Forum, '14, '15, '16, '17 '16 Debating Tram Bur. .Wanager of Srrifw, '16i '17 ,I7 Nathan Hale, Trarle Team, 1st, IJ. Soldan Batlalion ,U 17 Clam Day Co1111111'H1'C RALPH EMERSON ETHELYNE SWARD JOHANNAH LUCILLE. WALLIS 'Tis a merry life. WEIL He can't evcr make those Dra,natiCG1t1'ld 117 Her hair is like thc rippling Cycs behavu. ' waters of Niagara. 23 ETHEL L. KNOBELOCH :X little girl so sweet :mil fair, VVith lovely eyes and pretty hair. E,1'cf1cfif'c Committee Orclzestra, 14, '15, '16, 117 JOSEPH CRUPE FRITZI SHEWELL X gentleman of high ideals. ,Xu inspiration to all who Gym. Club, ,I7 meet her. E.rccuti1'c Committee Girls' .-lflzlctie .+1,v.wri1zliun, '17 Dx-zzuzufiq Guild, '16, '17 II.1'cr11m'c Committee Rnnrui 'l'r1l2lc. '15, '16, ,I7 ARTHUR COLE MARY HAW SANFORD JACOBS HUMPHREY .XS merry as the name im- lle aspires to be greater than For he's a jolly good fel- plies. Shakespeare. lowf' E.ref:utif'e Committee E.1'vfutiz'e Committee- E.rrrzrti:'e Conzmittcc College Club, ,If Trark Team, '15, '16, 117 Chairman Class Day Com- mittee 24 ELVIN K. POPPER MARION ELIZABETH HOWELL G. EVANS If he docsn't know how to NICKS A combustible combination knit, he ought to. A merry elf is shown in hcr of dependability and pep. Orchestra, 14, '15, '16, '17 laughmg face' Editor of Seniorltes, '17 E.1'ecutiz'c Committee Dramatic Guild, '16, '17 Banner Committee Nathan Hale, '17 Chaminade Club, '16 Gvm. Club, '16 Gradualion Program KATHERINE GUNN MILTON EDWARD MEIER ETHELYN WOERHEIDE lluvs shi' like foutlrzill? XYall, Actions speak loucler than .Xu rrtist true is she. ' ju-t :ask thc boys. words. Banner Commitlce llll.llHUl0t1L' Club, JIS, '16 Pznnfa1'c 25 ADELE UNTERBERGER GEORGE FREDERICK MAMIE LOUISE SLOAT Clagractcr shows in every A nianm-r liku the placid The Harrison Fisher of our mc. summer sea. class. Girls' Atlzletie Assorialion, '14, '15 German Club, '16, 'I7 Rmmd Table, '15, '16, '17 RUTH MUELLER JOHN M. GRANT MARIAN ALLEN The Latin shark. A man of many parts. A maiden fair to sec. Scrffv Stag, '17 Football Team, '14, 115, '17 Round Table,'16 Round Table, JI5, '16, '17 C100 Club, '15 mt. Lf. Saldan Battal1on,'17 26 MARJORIE TODD CHARLES GORE DUGGAN A mystic maiden made for To him work has no tcrro love. TS. Blix. f'l1t1lll1gCI'0fSL'l'lf',,I7 Dramatic Guild, '17 Dramatic Guild, '17 Seniorite Staff, '17 lVtIll!l1l1I'IlllL', ,17 College Club, ' Forum, '16, ' I7 17 FRANCES PELLS Sho is as good as she good-looking. GEORGIA G. GOLLITHAN HERBERT S. SCHIELE JOSEPHINE ROSSI A voice like tinkling bqllgu A modern knight. VVitty and wise is she. Yet l'3l'ClY hvfifd- College Club, '16, '17 Banner CUll!l11lflL'L' Dffllllafif Gfffldv 217 Tcmzix Team, 16, 1, 27 VICTOR HUGO VOLLAND MARTIN VANBUREN MARY DOUGHERTY Did you cver hcar him snore HOOPER She loves to go to dances in Spanish? IS lm trying' to camouilage and never does get tired. his upper lip? Serif, Stag, '15 E.1'ecutif'o Committee Strip Delegate, '16 Class Scrip Correspondent Class Secretary Scrifv Delegate, '17 Graduation Program Glee Club, '17 Congress, '16, '17 Forum, '16 MILDRED E. GARRELS ISADORE REZNIKOFF OLGA EDGEWORTH LOOS Divincly tall and most di- Can't be downed in arguing, Gaily 'she trips the light fan- vmely fair. Dramatic Guild. '16, '17 WSW:- Dramatic Club, '17 Nathan Hale, '17 Clzaminade Club, '16, '1,7 Round Table, '16, '17 German Club, '17 Pinafore ' Tennis Club, '17 Congress, '17 28 MILDRED VENDIG PHILIP L. MOSS HAZEL RAINEY Black as night au' hci' Low in staturu, hut high in A fnir 1h1n1sn-I, 'tis truv. trcsscs. rank. Capt. .svflldllll B11!l11li1111, Jlf C0111-11c'f'l11I1, '16, '17 EVA MADALINE TAYLOR JEROME STEELE KATHERYN BRENNAN A gi,-1 50 Still and quiet, The sanlc old happy Jerry. IIL-1' irish spirit shows in her Cl11'.vs CI11h,'16, 'lj' SHUI'- C111nm'a C111h,'15 29 ALBERT J. OSTERMANN BEATRICE BUCKMAN HELEN BRETCH He would a chemist be. She always thinks before she O, Helen, for thou wast speaks. fair Troy destroyed. Girl's Athletic AXJOC1.Dff0H, '17 Girls' Athletic Association, '14 Botanical Club, 15, '16, '17 College Club, '15, '16, '17 Dramatic Guild, '16, ' 17 Round Table, '15 EUGENIA HELBING MALCOLM HELEN ELIZABETH She takes things calmly. BRECKENRIDGE ANDREWS Worth makes the man. Beauty and sense of beauty go hand in hand. Banner Committee Color Committee Sergt. Saldan Battalion 30 SALOME THOMSON WILLIAM CROWDUS BARBARA NEAL Pretty nice and pretty apt I am the state. Rare as a jewel are friends to stay that way. Fomm, '13, 1,4 that are true. ' Dmnmt,-0 Ggildy 116- V17 Girlx' Atlrletif A.rsoc3'atian, Girls Athletic ssocfation A 14. 115, 114 ,lg 17 Dramutur Gulld, '17 Round Table, '15, '16 Charninarle Club, '16, '17 l'1nafare, '16 Banner Commzttee GEORGE J. TSIROS RUTH ROSEBROUGH DONALD WACHENHEIM Has a keen sense of humor. A rose in every sense. Funny, funnier, funniest. Soldan Battalion, '17 Girls' Athletic Association, Track Team, '15, '16, '17 Dramatic Guild, '17 '16, '17 Congress, '17 Congress, '17 Round Table, '16, '17 Gym. Club, '14 Forum, '16, '17 GERTRUDE M. PAUL D. KRANZBERG ELEANOR O'NEILL FI-EISHMAN Clever is his middle name. R:-ady and willing and sweet, Upqn request a smilc is CUUUHL, Club' JI7 too. g1VCU- Gym. Club, 'lj Girlx' Aflzletin Axsvvintion' GradllaffonPr0gf'11m Forum, '16, ,I7 '14 'H Round Table. '15, 'lj' C0111-ge Cl11I1,'17 Dramafic G14 ild, '17 HAROLD S. COOK BEATRICE WARNER SAUL RUBIN yvlm ham 1,1-aims to givc Viv: cious is her mialrllc .VX scholarly looking gentle- away. namc. men with neat appearance. P11 ilafglig Sggigfyl '16 Girlx' Athletic Association, Forum Farrmz, 115. 117 JU- ,fi ,761 117 GVm1'1tati011 I,I'0f17'l177I 32 IMOGENE SCHULT SIDNEY LEWIS MARION BERTHA HIRSCHLAND 'l'Iw lvnst sziirl thi- better. Did thc boys gc! cmm'ort- kits? VV1-il. I gm-ss. Girls' Atlzlrlic A.r.voc1'ati0n, '15, '16, '17 llramzztifs Guild, '17 miiiug mul imui is :ln nfl. GROSSMAN JAMES TANCILL LILLIAN SOL JOHN WILLSON Solemn and quiet, n giant As bright and liappy as old A steady, rn-liable worker. in strength. Soi himsclf. Chem Club .H .Ib Gym. Club, 'I' Cnlllmvwiul Club, 'V' H , ', A 1 I Sa'?71f!I7'flL'Sft1Hx,,l?' Fofffm' 16' I7 33 LORENE FAIRCHILD HARRY FREEDMAN MILDRED HEMMICK A rcnfly smile. .X regular Burke. Shy was Z1 plmntom of flu- Debating Team, 117 llghf- Fnrum, '15, '16, '17 C'l111:11im11i1' Club, '14, 15, '16 Ed1'xo11CIuI1, '15 ELSIE CHRISTY BARNARD VIRGINIA CONNOLLY MIRIAM R. MOHORTER iiny as Z1 IL-af in a rollicking Somewhat shy. A maid dcmurc. brccze. 3-I ANNA-BELLE LEE EVANS Wfuc little mite!-.Ks high as my heart. RoundTaI1lv,'13,'14 Clzalzlilzadv Club, '17 Dramatic Guild, '17 Sc11io1'ilu Staff, '17 Clam Day Committee GROVER GODWIN EUNICE GENETTE XYhcu up in an nirship his MARTEN fcut may touch thc ground. Her ambition is in bc n lfnothnll Tqam Spcaker- I lilac Club Grzrflzmfrmz l'rng1r-mu lg? fi x LUCILE KRIEGESMAN FRANKLIN GURLEY JANET BULLARD .X maid with :A Winsome 1'x'ofv.-ssol' Ifrzmklin discov- She talks 50 Softly. smilc. cred L-In-ctricity. Civlx' ,-Illzlctfr .'15.vauiutio11, '15 I?H'lA.Y0lL Club, '15, '16, '17 Dr11111a!icG11iI1I,'16 Clzcxs Club, '14 35 CELIA FALK RICHARD POLLARD ALICE M. KICKER Rrillirmcy itsi-lf. HAFNER Iildiistrious, contented, kind- Cfyjx' A,1m1,m- Agmwl-fl,tf,,,,v brain I1as't0 liilftle H hearted. 'H' 'U lu ka-cp up with his iuusdc. R-Gund Tab1l. I6,f,7 Cnlluglz' Club. '17 I7lY0fI7L1H7wCl1lVI, '17 Cullugc Club, '17 Ilraumtiv Guild. 'lj' Fnrzrm, '15 Dramatic' Guild, '17 LUCILLE M. SCHREIBER HERBERT C. KESSLER AMY RITCHEY An inn-Ilcct. n genius. The class Tleziu Urummcl, Knit. knit, knit, the girls are Scuiorite Staf, '17 kmttmg' 36 CECELIA ROBINSON ALVIN C. SNODGRAS ELSA HARRIET MUELLER XYM1 g1n1bg-gmlg 111,111 5119 Iiurim-ss tlrst. .X bonnic lass. 'HC55 llff half' C1055 DUN C:0W!'Hi!ff1' Ivftlllldfil' Guild, '16 C0lV!lY!FfCfU1CIllI7, '17 1 561111 -Sf-aff Sc111'nritg Stuff, '17 501111111 Htlff411lt1ll WILMA B. CLIPNER STUART JENKINS MARION K4 NICOLSON Light on hcl' fu-1 as Z1 fairy. ,X fmltlmll In-lm with El lllllsib U11gQ1-min, Coy and hm-d 10 Cl111111i11111ir'C'I1ll1, ,li-T, '16 nl Soul' PIUUSL'-H 1101111111111 C'l11l1, '16, '17 I'.fiY1llIf1lHl7 '15 '16 '17 37 U 1933 T 3 ' ' 1 ,:,,: n d L ALCY CWERDINSKI Very attrnctivn--she draws well. k A piisi, E ,Si Q , 'E 1151 1 ,, W 1 I f' 9 W 5 fini: -' if Q1 J f:? ' 4. I , ,ll s E X WA JJ CHARLES ASHBAUCZH WS a long, sad story. CATHERINE FARRINGTON VVhimsical are her moods. if , f an 1 1 JANET ALSBERG They go wild, Simply wild over me. Girls' Atlzlutir .'1.VXOflL1fl.07l Cllaulinadv Club, IIS, '16 f40llA'!7t' Club LEO BOOKMAN I.:-sslms are E'sy. 38 TESSE BARKER Her voice is low and sweet. Girls' Athletic Assofiation, '14, '15, '16, '17 i MARGARET GUTTMAN FRED CATES ETHEL COOK Knowledge is power, XYisc and Sagncioiw as the Soft and gcntlc as the south owl. wind. MARIE NYLER HESS JOHN CLEMENTS GORDON ETHEL F. DAURENHEIM Accompulished in the art of Hu likvd pikski'n better Patience is zz virtue. blushmg- than half Calf' Girlx' .'1I11IL'fx'C flsxodnrtiovx, Cllzxvy lilulw, '17 '14, '15, '16 39 EVELYN T. RICKEY RALPH D. LOWENSTEIN ANNA SHAPIRO -natural genius fm' cook- Ih- hae :ln eye- for business. Gayest of thc gay. mg- F0 U '- '51 '6 fiirfls'xltlzleiivAssm-iation,'I Ruzzml Tablv, '15, 'Hy Kf4'rHlf1nCl14b, ,I6 EMANUEL SIGOLOFF EDITH E. GONZALES CLIFFORD BLUMBERG llc draws forth the mnft She KYSIIKIQ wllcvu angels 11-gd, XYIN-x'v do we so from hen cvlvstizll music with hrs Om.,H,ttl,n ,I7 hnys? bww, ' ' Orrl1.'.vlw1. '16, '17 40 ELIZABETH DOLORES OGDEN WILLIAMSON JEANNETTE STADLER LATTY Tho lust znutlmrity on base- I 1'zu1kly sho S111-znks. S1-uns all nlctm-1'lni11:1tio11. 111111, f'-i,.,,,.- 'H1,,L.,l11. A,X.wt.m,,-0,1 1311.11'I11111 'l'1'r1111. '11, '15 '14, '15, '16, 'l, C'11fr11111,'1f1,'17 1111111111111L'11111,'14,'15,'16, ,I7 1111111111111 V111111 '10 . . I V EMMA PFLEGER ARTHUR I. FII-IN JULIUS BANASHEK Of n quiet, rctiring spirit, Uh, Baby. f1l'K'Zl1 C'z1cs:1r's ghost, Girlx' .'lt11l1'1i1' .4.v.vau1'11!11111 C01I1l1'E.VI, '16 GQH111111 C111I1,'15, '16 41 ALBERT DENK Silence is golden. JOHN H. HEINTZ The tifty-eighth variety. Orclzcsrra, '14, '15, '16, '17 STANLEY JACKES Ile is a perfect little man. llovs will be bovs. ELAINE MILLER Is she a soldier's frir-ml? .Xsk WISTAR HARTZOG Should 'Short Sport's' ac- quaintance be forgot? Mandolin Club, '16, '17 Gym. Club, '14, '15, '16 . . Elaine- WALTER Pkosrz Ile possesses a smile that would win the fairest maid, LYLE RICH and hc's gone to be a sol- JESSIE RYAN The painters' painter. rlicr, too. You're lucky to have a friend like Jessie. . Ulflvwlfnfv Cflfbgilf cscu. wx-n1'MARsH THELMA scnnolarsn C0HU!1f'U11lf A modern Vernon Castle. A ministering angel thou, Seniors in United States Service CLIFFORD BLUMBERG cnovlza GODWIN JOHN M. GRANT SIDNEY GROSSMAN Class Day Program, january I 1, 1918 Introduction Mr, Powell Ivy Oration Eleanor O'Neil Orchestra Quartette Seniors in the Orchestra Class Will Paul Kransberg Ukulele Duet Ruth Harkins and Janet Alsberg Reading Salome Thomson Chaminade Number Chaminade Seniors Presentation of Banner Elvin Popper Patriotic Dance Marion Hirschland Class Song fby Fritzi Shewellj The Class Education Learning is most excellent, . When home and lands are gone and spent. There is no element which will enter into our future success more vitally, have greater inHuence and bearing on our national prosperity, or prove a more obvious safeguard against evils which may naturally arise from a continued flush of success, than perfect and judicious popu- lar education. The more carefully men are educated-with whom the future of the country rests, especially at the present time and after this great war-for the occupations or professions they are to pursue, the more their views are enlarged, their desires moderated, their aims recti- fied and their success insured. Stay at school another year or two, and don't be ashamed of what ought to be your glory, that you want to learn more. Step from the district school to the high school, from the high school to the college, if you can. Get abundant education-you will never learn too much. If you desire to become a mechanic, an engineer, or a farmer, instead of a doctoi or a lawyer, an education will not unfit you to become either. It will always be capital bearing a large income of interest. -Leo Bookman, 8. 42 fy. vi. alumnus ' l A.l,yz 63,Qqg?2 ...nk VZ .il Q . N- N, EDITORIAL STAFF ARTHUR SCHNEPF ....... Editor-in-Chief CHARLES G. DCGGAN ...... Business Manager WILLIAM DINGS RALPH FOWLEH LESLIE GRENEIF HALE MOORE DEPARTMENTAL A SSISTANTS TVILLA ICD MCCALEB HELEN JOSTEN EVELYN MILLER RUTH MUELLER GRACE TVIIIGHT DEPARTMENTAL ASSOCIATES GEORGE WA UGH GEN TIIUIJE KEH L THE SCRIP, with SCRIPPAGE. Published by the Students under direction of the Faculty. Frank Louis Soldan High School, Saint Louis. Issued twice during the school year from the ottice at Union and Kensington avenues. Terms: One year, seventy-five cents: one term, forty cents. Mailing, ten cents a term, VOLUME SlX'l'lCl-IN NUNIBER ONE JANUARY. ISHN The Seniofjfes 9 9 The Hrst issue of the Seniorites appeared October the twelfth. It is an exclusive senior paper, backed and written by members of the senior class. Its purpose, as stated in the first issue, is: It will give you the school news in brief, it will tell the members of the class what is coming off next, and will let them know whether the executive committee is toeing the mark or beating the gun. It should keep the class enthusiasm bubbling over and the knockers boiled down. The weekly has accom- plished this, and more. It was the Seniorites that carried the school off 'its feet and brought the big crowd the following evening to the carnival in its special issue to the school. It has also printed about five selections of verse composed by different members of the senior class during its fifteen issues. The Seniorites claims the honorable place as the first school weekly. Another point in its favor was that it always contained up-to-date news. A concrete example is cited in the account of the Thanksgiving football game, which appeared the following day in the Seniorites. A Christmas story appeared in the Christmas issue. It is hoped that the Seniorites will continue to be published by members of the following senior classes and that it will always stimulate school spirit as well as class spirit. -Howell G. Evans. 43 f f Y Q--ff-gigivf 3' ,IN I ui , cs X V' all X l ii i Q X X l l 'S . J ' ai - J ix J il 4 1 f, il A f is B lv , N' 2 -L A M I .fir N . 'xo i f H ff ..f f A -. - . L ,, - V av A xv f - lb - Class of j A dimple showed in either cheek When Marion Allen chanced to speak: At the head of each class Marion stood: For names in A always should. We hear janet Alsberg strumming gaily On her little ukulele. And what she lacks in stature, She makes up in her good nature, But please don't think she wrote this verse herself. Elizabeth Andrews, good old scout, Not very tall and not very stout. She's always there to do good deedsg Let's hope she'll never wear widow's weeds. Charley Ashbaugh, that big coon, Stopped the fun all too soon, His jokes were old, but they struck us funny, Because it didn't cost any money. Julius Banashek seems so long - That his head doesn't know when his feet go wrong. Tesse Barker stopped taking German, She must have been afraid That they'd take her for a spy, And on the class make a raid. Elsie Barnard is the one Who's always out for loads of fun. Clifford Blumberg is ready to iight for Uncle Sam, May he not get lonely for the ladies, an 44 uary, 1918 And long to say Ma'm. Leo is a Bookman, Why, he's almost a book-wormg Every time he does his Latin, You ought to see him squirm The boy stood on the burning bridgeg 'Twas our own Malcolm Breckenridge. His father calledg he did not go, Because his sweetheart had said, No. Ireland must be Heaven, Katheryn Brennan came from there. You can see it in her Irish eyes, And in her Irish hair. It seems a shame that such a name Should be spoiled by any rhymeg But Helen Bretch just rhymes with wretch, So I'll use it just this time. Beatrice Buckman can laugh in 'most any speech, But to laugh in Latin, the teachers do not teach. There was a maiden with a curl, Janet Bullard was the girl. But do not think it wasn't real, For if you'd pull it, she would squeal. They named it Cates avenue And placed thereon Soldan,- So Freddy Cates felt honored, And to our school he ran. Wilma Clipfner's another one with dimples big and round, They would show when she smiled, ..-we 53' C .fwg -2- A ' 2- ar.,-5 ,4-f--i ' 2Jf 'r-- And even when she frowned. Connelly, Virginia, You've shown us what's in you, You get E's with ease, While we all strive for G's. All girls are cooks. Ethel is a girl: Ethel is a cook. CQ. E. DJ Can Harold Cook? We'll never ask that againg Why he made Mr. Grossman boil, And didn't get a ten. joseph Crupe, you look so droopyg Has she gone and turned you down? I know you're not well, and I can tell, 'Cause you greet me with a frown. Alcy Cwerdinski draws such weird faces, They seem to be not of the human races. The next one along is Ethel Dauern- heimg May her name not be so all of the time. Very many subjects Albert Denk takes, And then the high marks in he rakes. Mary had a little lamb, You've heard that, I know. But it wasn't Mary Dougherty- Now isn't that a blow? Charlie Duggan is such a good de- bater He can make you believe the North Pole lies at the equator. Anna-Belle and Howell Evans Go together like a pair of sevensg A pair like that in any game Would put a royal-Hush to shame. We know that no other is so fair and mild As this girl of our class, Lorene Fair- child. Though Celia Falk is rather small, And her name is shorter still, The energy she uses Might a larger person kill. Katherine Farrington seems rather shy But she, has a smile that nothing can buy. Gordon Fennell, our president, Hasn't any rooms for rent. He started us going with so much pep That we didn't halt till the topmost step. A camouflage in yellow and blue With a mustached boy insideg Arthur Fihn in his machine- That it's a Ford, he cannot hide. Gertrude Fleischman: That last name haunts me so 3- Oh, that's the name of the man Who makes what mother puts in dough. Frederick and Tsiros with first names the same: They may not like to come together, and they're not to blame. Harry Freedman, as you know, Always talked so very slowg But when he wrote in a G. G. book, He made us all stand by and look. At Mildred Garrels' house one night, A tea was given, that was just right: Our senior boys were gentlemen, And served the ladies now and then. Georgia Gollithan is often called Mis- ter But her name means George's sister. Edith Gonzale's Fingers just Hy over the keys: She certainly learned well her do's, re's and me's. Oh, Clements Gordon, tell me why You always make your teachers sigh: Some day I'm sure that they'll Find out They shouldn't turn your name about. Johnny Grant, educate your toe, So that O'er the Top the ball will go. Richard Hafner will back you up, And you will get a silver cup. Someone always asks the other, What is Sid to August-brother? They both have Grossman for their name, But do their faces look the same? Margaret Guttman pulls in high marks As easily as any dog barks. Franklin Gur1ey's name Causes a laugh very often, One would think the hearts of the pupils By this time would soften. Come, lead your class to victory. Ruth Harkins, it's up to you. You've sung to us about joan of Arc, Now we are calling you. Wistar Hartzog can play the mandolin Till you think you're happy when you're really all in. Mary Haw, Haw, Haw, Haw, Haw, Isn't that the funniest name you ever saw? If you feel blue at any time, And want to laugh, just think of this rhyme. A tale I will relate, of Johnny Heintz's fate, He aspired to Fight for democracy and rightg But they said: You'll never do, Your foot won't fit the shoe. The fellow must be rather tall, To get a chance at Bill at all. So back to Soldan johnny came, And there's where he did rise to fame. Here's hoping Eugenia Helbing Will never be hit by a shell-bing! If she goes to be a nurse, Let her remember this verse. It doesn't take much to please Marie Hess, And then, she'd be satisfied with much less. Have you e'er heard of Marion Hirschland? Why, she's the leader of the comfort- kit band. And her feet are always on the ago, Because she loves her dancing so. Van Hooper had a mustache On his upper lipg Someone whispered softly, Oh, what if it should slip? Arthur Humphrey can use a hair- brush now- Why, his hair's so long it sweeps across his brow. In a corner sat the Jacobs boy, Sandy, Eating a piece of striped peppermint candy, He licked the stripes till it was white, And cared not a bit if he was polite. When our New Jay pictures were taken, Stuart jenkins sat in the front rowg We never dreamed in those days, That out for football he'd go. Herbert Kessler, you have such pa- tience, To sit and take examinations. C. Wilbur Knight, we're often told, And pay your dues today. His parents must have thought ahead ln naming him that way. When poor Miss Finn Is all in, She tells Ethel Knobelock To get her violin And quiet the din. Paul Kranzberg is an actor, I knew it from the startg For in the sale of Thrift Stamps He played a lively part. For Xmas Lucile Kriegesman got a vanity , She doesn t lend her powder puff, for the sake of sanity. That little girl, Elizabeth Latty, No one ever calls her Fatty. Come, show us all how, Olga Loosg To the hearts of your teachers you seem to get close. Anyone so smart at Ralph Lowen- stem, Never have I seen before. They let him take French 5, When he'd never had French 4. Eunice Marten, they surely are right, When they call you a shining light. Though he's little, Stanley Jackes Is one who doesn't make mistakes. That young fellow, Milton Meier, Certainly is a high flyer. He's ready for fun When it can be done, And never wants to retire. Elaine Miller wears the emblem of someone at the frontg To know for whom, not far you'l1 have to hunt. Ruth and Elsa Mueller are really no relation, Though Mueller serves for both their decoration. Miriam Mohortor is very bright, She might be useful on a dark night. Philip Moss had to stand on a stool To be as tall as Fritzi Shewellg At our dinner dance that night, The Jokes he told were just all right. Barbara Neal, please put me right, Have you ever had a fight? vfliibj W? 'r-'ser if ff Marion Nicholson, Be not a fickle oneg It is very hard to do, But you must try to stick like glue. As a Red Cross nurse, you'll all agree, Marion Nicks was the best you could seeg If they were all like that in France: Oh, my! U I'm sure no soldier would ever die. If you're looking for a pencil, Ask Albert Ostermanng He'll be sure to lend, Or even give you one. That young lady, Frances Pells, Is awfully much afraid of shellsg Peanut shells, she doesn't mindg But oh, oh, the other kind. Pfleger, Emma, was in a dilemna As to how to please her teachersg She found a way that very day, And a smile spread over her features. Have you any knitted garments To hand in today? Elvin Popper will receive them, And give you back your pay. Walter Proetz's name came in late, But he must be mentioned, at any rate. Hazel may be Rainey, 'Cause her parents are so: But is her nature that way? Well, I'd just say no. Isadore Reznikoff, don't you worry Because your name can't be said in a hurry. Lyle Rich's hand surely is steady: To make posters, she's always ready. In Evelyn Rickey's G. G. Book Very few people are allowed to lookg And when you ask the reason why, All she does is wink her eye. Amy Ritchey was our honorable knit- ting boss: She was liked by all, for she never got cross. Cecelia Robinson and Lillian Sol Were on the Seniorite stalfg And they worked their typewriters hard, That we might have a laugh. Saul Rubin doesn't make much noise, But he knows as much as the other boys. Jessie Ryan, the Red Cross nurse, When I saw her, I reached for my purse, ' And was inspired to write this verse. Herbert Schiele has a big yellow S , It is becoming, we'll have to confess. Lucile Schreiber, with hair so black: just smile at her, and she'll smile back. Thelma Schroeter's ring had less than the rest of gold, And she thought the jeweler surely ought to be told. Imogene Schult likes to talk fast, Her first word is just out, when along comes the last. Anna Shapiro and Adele Unterberger, They must be put togetherg I'd like to see the one Who could their friendship sever. Emanuel Sigiloff can surely wield his bow, From his little Fiddle, he makes sweet music flow. One fine day Miss Maymie Sloat Went to sea in an open boatg The boat overturned and she fell ing But she wasn't hurt, and came up with a grin. Alvin Snodgras, on Stunt Day, Came dressed up in a peculiar way, His dress was long and his hair was short, And he surely added much to the sport. Jeannette Stadler likes basketball, Except when she's guarded by some- one who's tall. Little Jerry Steele laughs right olf the reel: He's always bright and happy and does everything so snappy. There is a young lady named Sward, Who would just as soon ride in a Ford, This, some of you will not under- stand, Who'll take nothing' less than an Overland. Here's wishing good luck to Made- line Taylor, And hope that she'll never need a jailer. May James Tancill still have red cheeks, 157- .X-T A 'fig' -:- , ,,,, 71- - Y ,Ig - When down upon him old age creeps. Whether Salome Thomson's engage- ments will always be so pressing, Is something that forever will keep us a-guessing. Didn't Marjorie Todd Make a fine Horatio? If he'd been a girl I'm sure he would have looked so. If you're ever in a pickle, Mildred Vendig will lend you a nickel. Victor Volland came from Holland On a load of hayg He'll go back by a different track Some far distant day. - Have you ever seen Don Wachen- heim grin? Little dimples come over his ching And when he laughs out loud, He always draws a crowd. Ralph Wallis got along fine in football, Till he lost his horseshoe and had a fall. Beatrice Warner sat in a corner Eating a piece of cake, She took a bite with all her might, Oh, how her ma can bake. Johanna Weil surely can knit: We all know she's done her bit. Teachers ought to be kind to Cecil Whitmarsh, But some have no feelings, and get rather harsh. When Ogden Williamson stood upon the plate, The opposing team reached home too late. john Willson has hair that is very bright red, But his smile is as bright as the hair on his head. Ethelyn Woerheide is an artist fairy She can draw pictures anywhere. -Janet W. Alsberg, -Beatrice Warner. Friends, Romans, countrymen, all, Lend me your ears before you fall. Remember, when you go over the topysx Be careful not to come down ker-flop. Last Will and Testament of Class of january, 1918 We, the members of the Graduating Class of Soldan High School, being of sound mind, memory, and under- standing, make, publish, and declare the following as our last will and testament: We give, devise, and bequeath unto the class of june, 1918, the Gold Cross League, its management, funds, re- sponsibilities and honors, and beseech them to carry on its successful work. To all knitters we bequeath all knit- ting instruments, including needles, bags, and purlersg also a large num- ber of dropped stitches. To any boys desiring to knit we leave Sidney Grossman's nerve to carry out this desire To all knitters, boys and girls, we give the privilege to knit during reci- tation time, except in music, study hall, and auditorium sessions. To all willing workers we devise and bequeath room 101 to be used for patriotic purposes only, such as pack- ing comfort kits or getting out of English or algebra. To all magazine readers we leave room 211, from whence they may have any magazine, of any date, for any length of time. To all Soldanians we leave the date of December 1, the night that made Soldan's faculty famous. To all future track teams we leave all records broken during Victrola- record week. To seekers for current events we leave all old newspapers collected by the Gold Cross League. To Mr. Louis Brinker we leave and bequeath 4:45 P. M. daily to close the locker rooms and 6 o'clock daily to turn out the lights on all Gold Cross and senior committee workers. To the teachers we devise and give the right to complain when seniors come late to class, even though de- tained on account of Gold Cross work. To all owners of automobiles or Overlands who will make not less than fifteen trips downtown, unload- ing not more than 5000 knitted gar- ments, we bequeath the privilege of omitting one sixth period next term. To all proving themselves qualified and furnishing sufficient references. we leave the noble and well-paying job of censoring scrap books. To anyone desiring a position with good remuneration and requiring very little work Cnot more than twelve hours a dayj, except sining checks, we bequeath and give Elvin Popper's 1 -,I 2: 25 -'L .. .- ' s 1 - 'eff-H f is r - ,. -'- 1 -4: .f 4'5?, '.- 'W job as business manager of the Gold Cross League. In this bequest are in- cluded all check books, pencil stubs, I. O. U.'s and dollar signs now in Mr. Popper's possession. To Mr. Weaver and Miss Finn we bequeath, on even days seven and on odd days four seniors to constitute a music class, all others being occupied with Gold Cross work. To anyone desiring a cute mustache we leave the one possessed by Van Hooper. To anyone else aspiring to own one but not possessing the nerve necessary to raise one, we bequeath Arthur Fihn's full-grown mustache to use as a start. To seventy-three needy applicants we bequeath eighty-two G's Cfirst come, first servedj to be distributed equally among them. To anyone desiring, the class of January, 1918, leaves an unlimited supply of P's and F's, which may be got from any member of the faculty upon verbal application. To all long-distance swimmers we leave the swimming pool, to be used for interscholastic swimming matches only. To Mr. Douglass we leave the say- ing, Now, if everybody acted that way, wouldn't this be a fine school? To all German teachers we bequeath one Manual entitled, How to Teach Spanish g also one Manual entitled, How to Teach French. To the school we devise and give an assortment of five hundred and thirty- two C5321 stories told by Miss Finn, also thirty-seven C375 remarks made by her, as Massa's in the cold, cold ground-by request. To the fastest man on the track team we leave first place in the library line on Friday. To Mr. Powell we bequeath the say- ing to seniors, All having F's or P's remain to see me. Well, is no one going home ? To the treasurers of senior classes we leave the right of asking for and confiscating, if necessary, all posses- sions of seniors in payment of class dues. To any Soldanian going to lunch we bequeath a bump for each corner he turns, a fall for each Bight of stairs, and a line a block and a half long to stand in to get pumpkin pie for the benefit of the Gold Cross. To Mr. Priess we leave sole right to say, Got up late. That's no excuse. To this gentleman belong also all tardy slips filled out during this record-breaking term. To the new seniors we bequeath the writing of our weekly Seniorite and to the school we leave the scrap and the scrimmage as to whether we shall have a Scrip or a Scrippage. To the six teachers now acting as traffic cops at the stairs we leave six thrift stamps to be presented to them upon the prevention of one accident. To Mr. Mac we bequeath the orig- inal manuscript of a nine hundred and eighty-nine page book on the War of 1914, giving all causes, events, and re- sults, with three hundred and forty- six C3465 dates for stufiingg also all relations of the Kaiser on his father's side, with dates of birth, marriage, di- vorce, crimes committed, and other valuable information. To wish back To leave cards count To we le all ardent wishers we leave the that the green lights be brought to Soldan. the executors of this will we the power to burn all report bearing lower than M, on ac- of the paper shortage. all speakers coming to Soldan ave the joke of talking about a minute. To each week we bequeath three C33 auditorium sessions except during ex- amination week, when we leave a holi- day o To n account of coal shortage. all diners we leave the first floor corridor in which to promenade, and for their convenience any desks, win- dow-sills, Floor space, bulletin boards, or other handy places to store books, coats or other belongings. To the music classes we leave joan of Arc, and may this song so soften the hearts of Mr. Weaver and Miss Finn as to allow them to sing Over the Top. To these music classes shall belong, also, all missing pages and any book covers behind which to conceal their Latin ponies. To Mr. Mac's classes we leave all lost topics and yellow notes now in our possession. To the june class we leave room 300 for senior meetings, where such important questions as whether the Senior Dance should be given in the Girls' Big Gym or in the Big Girls' Gym should be decided. To anyone so inclined we leave Vic- tor Volland's ability to fall asleep, no matter how interesting the lesson. To the Soldan Cadets we leave all of Captain Moss's commands, except- ing Retreat!! To the football team we leave Thanksgiving day, upon which to sac- rifice either a McKinley or a Central team and to the school we leave two square feet in the trophy case for the Yale Bowl. is-'fe fe 1-A - . -e-,-e .e.f--.- To all Hunkers we leave as a last re- sort 497 ponies, including 450 Caesar ponies and 3 French ponies. I To the executors of this will we leave the following instructions, re- garding the expenditure of all money earned by this class through the sale of Liberty Bonds, Thrift Stamps, Red Cross Seals, Y. M. C. A. pledges, and money earned through the carnival: The commission on the sale of Lib- erty Bonds shall pay for a receptacle to be placed on the first floor with the engraving, For Absent-minded. Into this receptacle shall be thrown all spoons or other silverware carried off from the lunch-room. It is our will that our rake-off on the Thrift Stamp sale be used to build a grand-stand on our campus, and a fence around it to keep home runs in and on-lookers during girl week out. To writers of class songs we devise, bequeath and leave the words heart and part to appear at least live times. To tennis and chess tournaments we leave three spectators. To musical entertainers that come to Soldan we bequeath twenty min- utes for encores. To all girls we leave the domestic science room doors to be used as mirrors. To Mr. Grossman we leave and be- queath one deck of playing cards to be used solely for the purpose of ex- pounding certain trigonometry prob- lems. To the mathematics department in its entirety we devise and bequeath the following problem: If it takes a three-legged mule and two blind horses three years to pull a load of ossified histories up an embankment Five miles long, how long will it take a gold-fish with a wooden leg to eat two feet of macaroni if his brother- in-law owns an apothecary shop-let- ting x equal the brother-in-law? In closing this, our last will and testament, we hereby instruct that one earthly possession which we leave behind shall remain untouched: that is the statement by Mr. Powell, This is the best class that ever left Soldan. This statement shall be placed in the vault of the Gold Cross League. not to be disturbed or quoted, except by, in regard to, in honor of, or in history of said best class, the Class of January, 1918. In witness whereof, we have here- unto subscribed our name the eleventh day of january, in the year of our Lord, 1918. Signed: The Class of January, 1918. Witness: Signed: 0. The. Top. Witness: Signed: G. C. League. -Paul D. Kranzberg, '8. Catch as Mice May Dramatis Personae Thomas Cat Willie Mouse Scene: Kitchen pantryg on one of the shelves is a large limburger cheese. As the curtain rises, Willie Mouse is seen nibbling the cheese. Willie Mouse. My, this limburger cheese has a fine flavor, it certainly ought to make me strong. CThomas Cat comes prowling along.J Willie Mouse Csuddenlyj. Your money or your life Thomas Cat Csarcasticallyb. Oh, take my life, I'll still have eight more. Willie Mouse fiiercelyj. If you do not hand over your valuables at once, 1'1l bomb you fAside, nervouslyj. Where is my hole? Thomas Cat. You haven't any bombs. Willie Mouse Cthrowing small pieces of limburger cheese at Thomasl. Well, we'll see if this will have any effect. Thomas Cat Cexcitedlyj. Heavens! Where is my gas mask? Where is it? I.'ll be dead in a few minutes, for cats' lives do not survive these devastating gas attacksg their nine lives are only good when nothing unforeseen hap- pens. fSloWly succumbs to fumes.j Willie Mouse fvictoriouslyj. Aha! Vengeance is mine! Never more will he cause my short gray hairs to stand upon end and keep me running madly around to find a way of escape. Ah! There's my hole! QExit.j - -5'-:W Zif A 'wk' - f-' -7- - 'H q75.se-f-5 '1-f 'R-- Senior Stunts X- P- A M ft,- A Q V,-- Piled on the wagon of the record ' I' it drive, . f ' ' . Victrolas, records and pianos strive. Committees appointed, the signal was given, , ,, , Machinery moved, with great power - .. driven. f-L-vef23QW7--- 'Sq 1 . 5 , A little work at first and then they KE-j::::' v I All play, . YE.',.', I 'FEW If Thus the meetings pass, day after day. , .-, is f .-is is ' 'f ' if' sr. IK !-'Ai A A4 ir.- The Seniorites' is a dandy sheet, It's sure a paper hard to beat. 'fi 'r if .Bt As bright colonial maids and farmers EHY, The senior class dressed on their Stunt Day. x lhn T if A . :ii 'O THE. voou' OF 'HB 5-Cwcobt' 3 A banner there was to the school pre- sented, The last part ended, the whole school contented. .i-. L up 5 ev , . .a a W- . ..MM. wh, One awful event in the month of De- cember . . Was Try Out Day in the Maud, you remember? E fm. L.-il - .,.,. 'F :ins ' -1--'-M--' s .....g... A thousand books was the goal we set. Two thousand and more for the sol- diers we get. 0 Q ' fi i - sf P223 i 1 M- W U - ,seal 'E- , 'i-. , '-iii Over the Top we'll go with a will, Letgilfill do our best to flop Kaiser 51 gg, ,B ffmf-ff sv.. V- '4gi+ .1s A .1 Crowds, excitement, and other such things Are what a big Registration Day brings. V 1-F' .1 i 1 -f ' 1 , q.,,1, . .Al b my .f N 1. . Exciting, thrilling was the day When Wilbur Knight gave rings away. xl, ' 1' 9 f 4-.hs -Il: TTYL 2. , '1 i 1 1 in ga g -S.. The camera caused a lot of fear And made our faces seem quite queer. are as W The Soldan Darnival was very fine, Where everybody had to stand in line. With song and laughter and with nec- tar sweet, The hours beguiled our class on light- some feet. 'Es J E .- ', , . .., Q Q E,. A ,. hi 'E Mbvigzlvvyvbvr The feats at Mildred's tea were rmghty good, The boys stuffed all the sandwiches they could. THE FEDERAL SUFFRAGE AMENDMENT D0 YOU KNOW? That more than 8,000,000 women will vote for the next President of the United States? That the men of New York recently enfranchised 1,800,000 women by a majority of 102,000? That the women of England, Canada, Russia, Iceland and Den- mark have been enfranchised during the war? That the women of the United States are asking Congress to sub- mit the Federal Suffrage Amendment to the states for ratification? Don't you think that America's democratic principles make its passage inevitable? 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A112225 15C and ZSC PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS. 52 OGETHER with our best efforts in photographing the E1 'S mag Senior Class, we extend our it best wishes for their continued success Van Miller Studio 3546 Olive Street Saint Louis Both Phones Just Exist of Grand PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS. 53 I' I 'OFFICIAL' I CLASS PINS -Rings, Emblems, Presentation Tro- phies, Athletic P ri z e S, Medals, Badges, etc., can be supplied to best ad- vantage by H E S S A N D CULBERTSON JEWELRY CO. SEVENTH Ann s'r. CHARLES W'e design and manu- facture school and col- lege fraternal jewelry. Dependable service. Low prices. . 3 TRY Cabanne Hotel Barber Shop FIRST-CLASS SERVICE 5546 SUBURBAN TRACKS IARCADEJ Phil. Kavanaugh VV. E. Mayer Chas. C. Reber The Sportshop All Kinds of Athletic Goods 204 NORTH EIGHTH STREET iBetween Olive and Piney PIANO AND VOICE CULTURE MRS. WILLIAM S. 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Unsurpassed faculty of 40 artist 53:1-' :':1:': 'gs ' Qf,j'2g.5QiQg teachers. Thorough courses in Music. Expression, Dramatic Qi, ,EQE32,15EiEiE2 Art. Certlticntes and diplomas granted. Public School Music .Q,Q.r'jiEfE QQQQQQQ.QQriQfQ - Course. Dramatic Art Department under professional stage gQQ5QfQiQfQQ - 132212555 E2EQ5QjQ1gfIfQ director. Miniature Theatre aml Recital Hall. Send tor , illustrated catalogs. Phone Forest 4119. Social and Aesthetic Dancing-Small Classes Individual Instruction , ' A PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS. 56 -sf-,X Hia. f' . f ,, - . i:,. W' s, V T-7-,sr f .jg F,.6l'gZ. giver-:J'7fe ' 'Q jg 'SMX ?:f'71ffg-335.2-.L JY '-1 ' - f 1.1. . . X 4314 t.'-afsgj. - , 1'?f 3.11-1'!:1'12-'fs' if-ai' s.f-.f5.'i5'55:f'l' -I if gw.' 5225- V11 if -I :f2 1! I-igiiwt '. 4-..-YN .- gleemi 2. me -f V me 4'f l17' ,N 2 . . . V ,. K When WarE11d the world will need, more ,than ever, leaders whose training has been broad and sound. 4 c Since the war began the Government has culled from the ranks of University men the largest proportion of ofiicers and leaders in activities relatiingrito the war. The dentiand for trained minds--particularly for those of general training-is daily growing L it s, - I pl WASHINGTO U IVERSITY offers broad, sound training in the most important lines of human endeavor , Its teaching 1S supplemented by its close relation to the civtcg mdustrigi -professional 'end' religious life of the great city of Stl-Lou1s,fiint which pointed anti' practical illustrations for classroom instruction are found. ' THE COLLEGE offers general training for leadership throughstandard Uni- versity Courses leading to the A. B. degree. THE SCHOOL OF ARCHITECTURE trains its students in the principles and pfactice of the oldest and noblest of thc TIS. THE SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING prepares by thorough training for con- structive worklalong Engineering lines. THE SCHOOL -OF MEDICINE is 'abreast of the best medical schools of the age. THE SCHOOL OF LAW fits the graduate for practice and equips him with thorough knowledge' of the prin- ciples of his profession. THF SCHOOI OF FINE ARTS trains carefully in the principles of Art 'md fits students of artistic talent for successful careers. V THE DENTAI SCHOOL by thorough training in both principles and practice prepares students for success in Den- tistry. A THE SCHOOL OF COMMERCE AND FINANCE -f gives thorough courses in Accounting Business Ad- ministration Banking and all other business subjects. . , ' For full information write to G W Imllke Registrar Room University Hall ii hi L St Louis, Mo WASlil cmd ij WER ITY PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS. fu '-7-'eq ' -' K' . .A'aQs'!sg.'1g ' wif, .. , ki ' f e Wwe psfiif' i at fe' 'N-as . 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