Texas State College for Women - Daedalian Yearbook (Denton, TX)

Text from Pages 1 - 266 of the 1913 volume:

(Lhe TBebtcatimt rT10 him in whose mind originated the idea of an institution such as is The College of Industrial Arts, and who, working “with patience which is almost power,” with his untiring and efficient efforts, caused this idea to become a grand reality, and who by doing this has made Texas his debtor, and especially the girls of Texas his friends who would love to prove their friendship to him,—to the Hon- orable V. W. Grubbs, we the members of The Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirteen, do respectfully and affectionately dedicate this, our Daedalian, as a to- ken of the esteem appreciation with which he is re- garded s (JSm'ttnqs It is with a desire to please you that we now place The Daedalian in your hands. We realize that it lacks much to make it complete, but we have tried to make it a record of the happenings of the col- lege year. Judge it not according to its merits, but our intentions. (iThe less it deserves, the more merit is in your bounty. ” If it brings to you happy memories of scenes familiar and dear to us all, we shall feel repaid for our labors. BOARD of EDITORS C. I. A. of Today THE College of Industrial Arts is only ten years old, but during its short life it has done much for the betterment of the young women of Texas. The instructors, who are among the best that can be obtained, take a personal interest in the girls, and do everything possible to help them. Sometimes the teachers do things just to please the girls, too. About two hundred and thirty girls have graduated from the school, and fully twice as many have taken a part of the course. At present there are four hundred and fifty girls enrolled, and forty-eight of these will receive diplomas this year. During the ten years of its existence, the College has had only one build- ing, but in 1911 the State Legislature gave enough money for the erection of a Science Building. This was opened for work in the spring of 1913, and is proudly claimed by all as “our new building.” It contains several well equipped laboratories for the scientific work, offices for those who have charge 8 of the departments, and a large auditorium. Every room in it is badly needed and will be gladly used. The man who is at the head of affairs at the College of Industrial Arts, is Mr. W. B. Bizzell, a very intellectual and influential man, and one who is in every respect capable of having charge of so many girls. He is one for whom the girls have the utmost respect and to whom they feel perfectly free to go for sympathy and advice. He moved into his new home on the Campus a little more than a year ago. The simplicity of his home makes it attractive in every way. Hygeia Hall is a delightful place for tired girls to spend a few days. Dr. Evans has charge there, and she is so just and kind to the college students wmm that they never mind telling her of their headaches. Dr. Evans spends more time and energy in keeping girls healthy than she does in treating the sick, and so they are usually healthy. The State has erected only one dormitory, Stoddard Hall, but it is be- lieved that within a year there will be another one ready for use. Stoddard Hall consists of two stories and a basement. It was built to accommodate one hundred and twenty-five girls, but this year about two hundred and ten have been taking their meals there. About eighty of these room in annexes which are situated just off the Campus. The girls in Stoddard Hall are watched over by Miss Humphries, Miss Smith, and Miss Higgins. Mrs. Pierson, the very efficient matron of the dormitory, manages the hall in a way that few people could. The Methodist Dormitory was erected by the Home Mission Department of the Methodist Church and is situated just opposite Stoddard Hall. It is a three-story brick structure, surrounded by spacious lawns, and grounds for orchard and garden. This dormitory is under the care of Mrs. F. B. Carroll, who makes conditions very attractive and homelike for the girls. The library, especially, is a source of much delight. The girls who live at Methodist Dormitory are under the care of Mrs. Carroll and Miss Barton. Mr. Banks, the Dean, is in every respect an unusual man. His interest in the College has not been surpassed by any other member of the Faculty. During the past two years, it has been necessary for a large number of girls to ia mam board in town, because of lack of space in the dormitories. Mr. Banks has very kindly taken as many as he could into his pleasant home. There he and his charming wife have made the girls quite happy. In every way the Dean has meant much to the College. In the summer of 1912, Miss Whitten, one of the Faculty members, moved into her new home just opposite the College building. She has a very attractive two-story home, heated by furnace, and comfortably and prettily furnished. Twelve girls room with her, and take their meals at the hall. Under the care of the able Faculty, and with the efforts of President Bizzell back of it all, the College of Industrial Arts of today is looking forward to a still brighter tomorrow, which is sure to come. Much progress has been made, but still more will be made within the next few years. DMIfflD Student Activities 14 Domestic Arts Laundering Photography 26 28 36 38 39 Senior Class 1913 CLASS OFFICERS Ruth Dillon..................................................President Nell Neale Vice-President Katie Boyce Secretary Blanche Wiley Treasurer Margaret Sackv.lle Parliamentarian Motto “Through Difficulty To Stars” Colors Black and Gold Flower Black-eyed Susan mum 43 KATIE LEE BALL, “Gus,” H.A. Farmersville, Texas Entered, ’10; weight 126; height 5 teet, 8 Chaparral Literary Club; President Collin i good socialist, although she ” for her loyalty in the cam- very intellectual girl, and is ier glory when talking. Some s” and have expressed their A speech is great, but silence is greater. STELLA SANDERS, “Stel, Sometimes “Sal,” H.A. Hubbard City, Texas Entered, ’10; weight 124; height 5 feet, 4 BLANCHE WADE, H.A. Timpson, Texas JEAN MARTIN, H.A. Salisbury, N. C. Entered Jan.. 1910; height S feet 2 i weight 97%; brunette. Chaparral Literary Club; Y. W. ( Jean hails from North Carolina, bu SiSrc 47 so 51 54 55 EDNA DUNCAN, “Dune, Lit. SENIORS IC)15 SENIORS 1 13 60 61 SENIORS 1 13 MAE DURHAM, H.A. 62 SENIORS 1C I 64 Senior Class H istory TO begin the history of the Class of ’ 1 3, we must go back to the opening of the school year in 1908. Twenty-three timid, but otherwise “sane young women applied for membership to the First Preparatory Class— it may be whispered that with some the First Prep Class was not first choice by any means. However, be that as it may, these girls, who felt that 1913 was a year so remote in the future that it even aged one to think of it, found a place open for them in matriculating and trying to convince the classification committee that they had been wrongfully treated; the second term was spent in figuring the difference between U and F on the term report cards; the last term was devoted to Mr. Allen and the personal account books. The social feature of the year was the “Maying”—a picnic which occurred on the morn- ing of May the first, the hours being from five until twelve. The picnic proved to be such a success it was decided that May the first be set aside as the gala day of this class. The next year proved to be an interesting one. The return of the twen- ty-three strong was not complete; however, their number was more than doubled by reinforcements from all over the State. After a three months’ course in Laundering, along with various and many other classes, the first of May was welcomed with a sigh of relief. It was celebrated with a picnic at Blue Hole, and with fond recollection do we recall the “glowing,” sun-burned faces that came home in the evening. Without a doubt the class felt its importance most in the Junior year. It was then really a part of the college and considered as such. Each indi- vidual had the pleasure of electing her own course which was, as she firmly believed, to make or to mar her future happiness. The new President of the College entered on his duties that year, and the Class of ' 1 3 was one of the first who welcomed him. The number of members in the class was greatly increased that year also, and at the close of the year it ranked as next to the largest class in school. The middle year brought most of the members of the class back, and with them a few additions of bright ones who were brilliant enough to make the three years' course in two years. The Class of ’ 1 3 played an important role on the athletic field that year, and came so near winning the pennant, that tears were actually shed at several successive chapel periods afterwards. An important event of the year for the middle girls was entertaining their “much-beloved” upper classmen, the Seniors. This feat was accom- plished in the dining room of Stoddard Hall on the evening of April sixth. But the thing of which they were all most proud, was the class play which was given under the direction of Miss Justina Smith. Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew,” was presented to a large and admiring audience, and after 65 that the firsi and only disloyalty to the Alma Mater was shown—the class as a whole was stage struck. But with the prospect of a new auditorium for the next year, they decided to remain true to the institution. With the advent of the Senior year, forty-eight members of the class returned with the feeling that dreams were really coming true, even if it was taking years to accomplish them. With the close of the athletic tournament for the first term, the class was the proud winner of the Basket Ball Pennant. On the evening of February fourteenth, the members of the class were honorees at a beautiful dance given by the Middle Class. As we glance through the pages of the college life at C. I. A., we cannot but view with wistful eye our Class of 13. She has drawn her members from all corners of the State. In fact, she is a part of the State, and what can be said of the State can likewise be said of the class, also what can be said of the class can to a great extent be said of the State. The young women who are members of this class are but types representing the entire woman- hood of the State of Texas, of which they are a part. The class now glories in her past; her future is yet unborn. Her ideals are placed so high she can never expect to attain them; her only hope can be to approximate. MARY SIMMS. MARY ABNEY, Senior Mascot 66 The Middle Class Motto “Not Failure, But Low Aim Is Crime” Colors Red and Green Flower Red Carnation Officers First Term Francis M. Rudd Clara Rea......... ............................... Lura Dyer......... Dita Ujffy ................... ................... Hazel May......................................... Vice-President .......Secretary .......Treasurer Parliamentarian Second Term Francis M. Rudd.... .................... Clara Rea.................. Lura Dyer Vesta Burford .... I lazel May........................ Jane Applewhite............................ Myrtle Washington Third Term Francis M. Rudd............................ Virginia Cowdin . ................ Lura Dyer.................. Vesta Burford ............................. Annie Lowrie Pickens Jane Applewhite............................ Myrtle Washington.......................... Marguerite Haralson........ Lucille Jennings........................... President ....Vice-President ..........Secretary T reasurer ...Parliamentarian Sergeants-at-Arms .........President ....Vice-President .........Secretary .........1reasurer ...Parliamentarian Sergeants-at-Arms ... Annual Reporter .......Class Artist 67 Ehrhardt Wise Parrish Tucker L. Smith Wagley DUMIS 73 J’M sitting alone by the tire, Dressed just as I came from the dance, In a robe even you would admire,— It cost a cool thousand in France: I’m be-diamonded out of all reason. My hair is done up in a cue: In short, sir, “the belle of the season” Is waiting an hour upon you. Junior Clas Officers First Term IS President Treasurer Second Term Corrie Walker Vice-President Fill. Turner Treasurer Pauline Jameson. Iola Hooker Annual Representative Motto “Nothing comes without labor” ;n and White Flower White Carnat Junior Class Roll Mason, Bess, H.A. Malone, Margaret, F.I.A. McClurg, Charlse, H.A. Menefee, Effie, H.A. Meyers, Stella, H.A. Mullins, Lola, Lit. Murrey, Ethel, H.A. Neal, Ethel, H.A. Neibert, Dorothy, H.A. Nobel, Mary, H.A. Newton, Theola, H.A. Osgood, Helen, H.A. Owens, Leah, H.A. Patterson, Minnie Laurie, H.A. Pierce, Ella, H.A. Portwood, Ina, H.A. Rabb, Henrietta, H.A. Ratten, Jewel, H.A. Ray, Josephine, H.A. Redditt, Selden, F.I.A. Redden, Regina, H.A. Reynolds, Eva, H.A. Rose, Mabel, H.A. Ross, Irma, H.A. Sanders, Constance, H.A. Schaeffer, Edith, H.A. Scheid, Dorothy, F.I.A. Schaw, May, F.I.A. Shafer, Rosa, H.A. Sharp, Emma, Lit. Sherwin, Gladys, H.A. Shropshire, Bernice, H.A. Simmons, Stella, H.A. Smith, Blanche, H.A. Sneed, Bess, H.A. Stratton, Ethel, H.A. Swann, Tessie, Lit. Tankersley, Onita, H.A. Taylor, Aubyn, H.A. Turner, Eula, H.A. Turner, Katherine, H.A. Underwood, Maude, H.A. Vaughn, Foy, H.A. Waddell, Kate, H.A. Waddle, Selma, H.A. Walker, Corrie, H.A. Warriner, Elizabeth, H.A. Watkins, Billy Jane, H.A. Watson, Mary Lena, F.I.A. West, Cammie, H.A. Whittaker, Bess, H.A. Wilcox, Ohmie, H.A. Williamson, May, F.I.A. Wilson, Clara B., H.A. Wilson, Tennie, H.A. Youens, Laura, F.I.A. 77 Junior Class Roll Abies, Annie Love, H.A. Bagnall, Helen, H.A. Baines, Nellie, H.A. Bell, Dot, H.A. Bennet, Kenneth, F.l.A. Bland, Fara, H.A. Bradley, Bess, F.l.A. Brooks, Atys, H.A. Bruton, Irene, H.A. Bumpas, Ruth, H.A. Bunting, Lucile, H.A. Burks, Madge, H.A. Corley, Isabelle, H.A. Carlisle, Susie, H.A. Carroll, Annie B., H.A. Childress, Maude, H.A. Cline, Gertrude, H.A. Cobb, Susan, Lit. Coffin, Julia, H.A. Cornell, Lottie, H.A. Craddock, Mattie, H.A. Custer, Naomi, H.A. Davis, Winnie, H.A. Dearborne, May, H.A. Denison, Bess, H.A. Dodd, Mary, H.A. Drummond, Mamie, H.A. Farr, Lillian, H.A. Ferguson, Zelma, H.A. Fincher, Ruby, H.A. Florea, Nell, H.A. Foreman, Vera, H.A. Franke, Hattie, Lit. Franke, Helen, Lit. Gardner, Alice, H.A. George, Allie, H.A. Gordan, Lois, Lit. Griffin, Alta, F.l.A. Guyler, Bess, H.A. Harper, Lola, H.A. Higginbotham, Bernice, H.A. Hines, Cynthia, H.A. Hooker, Iola, H.A. Horn, Corinne, H.A. Hamilton, Nancy, H.A. Jackson, Ella, H.A. Jameson, Pauline, H.A. Johnson, Lucile, H.A. Johnston, Bess, H.A. Johnston, Lucy, H. A. Jones, Marie, H.A. Jones, Travis, H.A. Kaigler, Mabel, H.A. Kelcy, Lula, Lit. Kritser, Nancy, H.A. Lacy, Edith, H.A. LeMaster, Druzelle, H.A. Lofton, Nola, H.A. 79 College Song (Tune Dixie”) Away down South, in the Lone Star Land, You’ll always find a happy band; Look away, look away at C. I. A.—C. I. A. ’Tis the dear old College of Industrial Arts Where we learn to do by doing our parts, Every day! Every day! C. I. A.—C. I. A. Chorus We’ll give three cheers for Texas, And C. I. A.—C. I. A. By them we’ll stand through thick and thin. For they are sure to always win— C. I. A., C. I. A., Away down South in Texas, C. I. A., C. I. A., Away down South in Texas. As one by one we drift apart, Our love for her, the loyal heart, Will stay, will stay, at C. I. A., C. I. A. So, school girls great and school girls small, Come, take your part, join in the call; C. I. A., C. I. A., C. I. A., C. I. A. Chorus Now, let us sing our song out right, And show them all we have no fright; Hurrah! Hurrah! for C. I. A., C. I. A.! With tears and sobs we’ll bid “farewell,” And with great grief our hearts will swell, When we leave, when we leave, C. I. A., C. I. A. Chorus 82 Second Preparatory Class Motto “He who reaches the highest begins at the lowest Colors Red and Blue Flower Red Rose Birdie Tomlinson.. Erma Lou Chambers. Connie McFarland Ruth Kline........ Ermcngard Eberle Class Officers . ..Vice-President ..Secretary Parliamentarian Class Roll Martha Alkire Elizabeth Allen Pauline Baird Ruth Beck Ruth Copeland Elizabeth Dealy Eudora Dickason Mabel Evans Ara Fitzgerald Hester Hendricks Jane Hambright Emma Humes Elinor Ikle Annie Mae Jackson Claudia Kinder Audrey Leveret Mandy Lofland Iva Moore Ida Meaders Oda McDade Katherine Murphy Edna Mernitz Beulah McCloud Estelle Nobles Clare Owsley Lottie Owsley Allie Pracker Roxie Patton Avella Turner Katherine Throckmorton Maud Thompson Hellen Taylor Adell Wagnon Nola Zapp 83 Second Preparatory Poem By IRMENGARD EBERLE X ithin the College walls ” Who loves to run with me. And button his uniform coat Up to his slender throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shalt thou wear No willow plume Nor any other feather. Who doth his lessons shun And writes to somebody’s son, Who liveth on dreams But cares not to see him’s, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shalt thou find None of mankind, But Cousin Jim and brother.. 84 First Prep. Class Motto “Nothing is impossible” Yellow and Green Flower Marshal Neil Rose Class Roll Allen, Faye Griffin, Fredda Ayrer, Francis Humphrey, Ellen Barnes, Grace Howell, Hazel Barnett, Mary Jones, Riette Baugh, Fay Lofland, Candia Bordner, Lou Morrow, Laucretia Babbitt, Mattie Miller, Gertrude Brashears, Maggie McCullar, Juanita Bottorff, Corine McCullar, Zelma Cochran, Ima McCook, Fern Dealey, Marie Ray, Ethel Duke, Katherine Smith, Louticia Davidson, Ordis Smith, Bell Davis, Winnie Strickland, Gladys Dickason, Stella Sturke, Elsie Hobson, Vera Swindell, Volah Frances, Alma Sealey, Irma Frazier, Ethel Thomas, Mabel Goodfellow, Leta Walker, Fletta Goldsmith, Elizabeth Wright, Elizabeth IIK1M113III Bachelor Girls Officers Ladie Elder President Ermie Sowell Vice-President Hattie Thompson Secretary Clara Severtson 1reasurer Roll Menefee, Effie Ringold, Laura Jepson, Hellen Severtson, Myrtle Candler, Elizabeth Wolf, Bernice Snider, Lillian Elder, Ladie Koons, Grace Bolting, Ima Card, Mary Kitchen, Cornelia Prachar, Iva Gilmore, Mamie Skeen, Anna Short, Nettie Edwards, Beulah Riasan, Woodie Short, Carrie Stuart, Mildred Severtson, Clara Garrison, Beulah Sowell, Ermie Hughes, Alena Huck, Emma Thompson, Hattie Easley, Janie Pinson, Lucy Executive Board Student’s Council THE Students’ Association was organized in May, 1909, when the need was felt for organized effort and action. Its purpose was to establish a true self-government, to foster and maintain the highest standards and ideals of conduct and scholarship, to promote better acquaintance among its members and to advance the spirit of loyalty to the College and its under- takings. The Executive Board with the help of our loyal and enthusiastic student body, has been faithfully carrying out these purposes, and will continue its work as the strength and loyalty to our College increases. Class Officers Mildred Ayrer Lillian Kiber President Vice-President Lilia Pierce Secretary Louise Green Members of the Executive Board Erma Lou Chambers Charlse McClurg Elizabeth Chandler Zelma McCullar Maude Childress Annie Laurie Pickens Virginia Cowdin Elizabeth Storrie Irmingard Eberle Elsie Sturke Alma Hughes Frances Walcott 91 Stoddard Hall Board Methodist Dormitory Board 92 M. Eleanor Brackenridge Club Roll Abraham, Marie Anderson, Mamie Adkisson, Ruth Abies, Annie Anthony, Gladys Austin, Willie Applewhite, Jane Allen, Beatrice Bobbitt, Mattie Boyd, Pearl Brook, Atys Bouland, Virginia Brandt, Florence Bouland, Clara Boutwell, Mary Barnett, Mary Bruton, Irene Bradley, Bess Barnes, Grace Burks, Madge Cochran, Viola Cornell, Lottie Cochran, Irma Carroll, Annie Carter, Rita Chambers, Allie B. Childress, Maude Chambers, Irma Lou Crouch, Mildred Copeland, Ruth Carroll, Retta Cobb, Susan Danner, Maranda Dowell, Marie Dodd, Ethel Dearborn, Mae Durham, Mae Derigo, Lena Davis, Pauline Davis, Inez Davidson, Ordis Denny, Ida Dickenson, Eudora Dickenson, Stella Ellis, Rhea Frazer, Ripple Foreman, Vera Fox, Azile Foster, Vida Firquin, Ben Farr, Lillian Fitzgerald, Ara Frazier, Ethel Gardner, Lucille Guyler, Evelyn Gainer, Mable Guyler, Bessie Higginbotham, Bernic Harper, Lola Horne, Corinne Hunt, Leila May Hamilton, Nancy Hays, Ethel Hendricks, Hester Henry, Sallie Byrd Goldsmith, Elizabeth Glenn, Louise Gentry, Bert George, Allie Gordon, Lois Jennings, Ara Johnson, Bess Jackson, Florrie Johnston, Lucy Jarvis, Mildred Johnson, Lucile Jones, Travis King, Johnnie Kritser, Nancy Kennedy, Reba Lightfoot, Alma Mae Lacy, Edith Lofton, Nola May, Hazle Morrow, Lucretia Martin, Leila Montgomery, Eva Miller, Emy McDade, Oda Joe Makamson, Jim Olive Mason, Bess Minnifee, Effie McGinnis, Hazle : McCormaker, Elizabet] Neibert, Dorothy Neal, Ethel Newton, Theoea Pickens, Annie Laurie Odell, Vera Reib, Louvenia Ray, Josephine Robert, Frances Reddit, Selden Read, Corinne Ray, Ethel Louise Rea, Clara Redden, Regina Ross, Irma Stewart, Lula Saunders, Stella Spence, Stella Spencer, Dannie Scheid, Dorothy Shull, Annie Swan, Tessie Schow, Mae Skaggs, Myrtle Stratton, Ethel Smith, Blanche Sneed, Bess Shafer, Rose Terry, Hettie Belle Tankersley, Oneita Tankersley, Ona Throckmorton, Kather Tankersley, Fay Tucker, Jess Turner, Eula Taylor, Helen Watson, Virgie Watkins, Billie Jane Wade, Blanche Wagnon, Adele Washington, Myrtle Wright, Elizabeth Williamson, Ora Lee Wilson, Tennie Vautrin, Ruth Vaughan, Foy Younger, Edith Youms, Laura Y. W. C, A. Alice Stuart .............................................. President Ruth Dillon ..............................................Vice-President Elizabeth Storrie................... Chairman of Devotional Committee Nell Neale ................................Chairman of Social Committee Bird Potts.......................... Chairman of Bible Study Committee Lucille Rutledge......................Chairman of Information Committee Clara Larrabee Chairman of Social Service Committee Lillian Kiber..................................................Secretary Olah Thompson................................................ Treasurer 97 98 Miss S. J. Smith. Directress Corinne Read, Pianist Officers Margaret J. Sack ville ................... Mary Boutwell Edith B. Schaefer ........................ President Vice-President ......Secretary ......Treasurer Members in Picture. Back Row: Bess Mason, Lillian Kiber, May Schow, Edith Schaefer, Clara Rea, Miss Smith, Mildred Ayrer, Helen Franke, Rose Schafer, Ora Lea Williamson, Blanche Dunbar. Third Row: Ruth Beck, Irmengard Eberle, Elinor Eikel, Effie Menefee, Marie Dowell, Ona Tankersley, Jane Applewhite, Myrtle Washington, Stella Spence, Lillian Farr. Second Row: Ermine Sowell, Bess Floyd, Hazel May, Oneita Tankers- ley, Margaret Sackville, Zelma Ferguson, Blanche Wade, Hattie Franke, Frances Ayrer. First Row: Lena Derigo, Inez Davis, Marguerite Haralson, Mary Dodd, Mary Boutwell, Corinne Read, Marie Jones, Ruth Adkisson. Other Members: Maggie Brashears, Lucille Bunting, Maranda Danner, Ruth Dillon, Isabelle Carley, Beulah McCloud. 99 Daedalian Monthly Staff' DAEDALIAN TfW 100 Chaparral Literary Club Officers First Term Virginia Butler Vice-President Nellie Neale Clara Larrabee Treasurer Margaret J. Sackville Parliamentarian Pauline Jameson Lucille Bunting 1 Sergeants-at-Arms Gussie Rush Chaparral Literary Club Officers Second Term President Vesta Burford Vice-President Marguerite Haral son Tredda Griffin .... Treasurer Milie Halsey Parliamentarian Clara I.arrabee 101 102 Chaparral Literary Club Roll Abney, Teresa Ehrhardt, Marie Leverett, Audrey Sherwin, Gladys Ayrer, Frances Florea, Nell Mack, Janet Shropshire, Bernice Ayrer, Mildred Floyd, Bess Martin, Gladys Skein, Annie Bagnall, Helen Fountain, Alva Martin, Jean Slaughter, Mable Baker, Ina Franke, Hattie McClurg, Charlse O. Smith, Alice Ball, Katie Lee Garrison, Beulah McFarland, Connie Smith, Lolie Baugh, Fay Gilbert, Mabel McLeod, Beulah Smith, Mary Bennett, Kenneth Gough, Gladys McReynolds, Gertrud iSterke, Elsie Bellinger, Mrs. Bessie Green, Mary Louise Meek, Nita Sterrett, Dave Louise Boyce, Katie Elizabeth Griffin, Alta Melton, Mary Storrie, Elizabeth Breihan, Olga Griffin, Fredda Mernitz, Edna Stuart Alice Brooks, Atys Griffin, Willie Mullins, Lola Taylor, Aubyn Bunting, Lucille Halsey Milie Murray, Ethel Thallman, Eva Burford, Vesta Hambright, Louise Murphy, Katharine Thomas, Grace Burris, Lou Hambright, Jane Neale, Nellie Thomas, Mable Butler, Virginia Hansel, Flora Noble, Mary Trickey, Mattie Calloway, Ruth Haralson, Marguerite Nobles, Estelle Turner, Katheryne Card, Mary Higginbotham, Bernice Osgood, Helen Ujffy, Edith Carmichal, Elizabeth Hines, Cynthia Owsley, Lottie Underwood, Maude Carter, Mary Lou Hodges, Ellen Ousley, Clare Wagley, Velma Cline, Gertrude Hodges, L. G. Parrish, Nina Vieve Walcott, Frances L. Coffin, Julia Howell, Hazel Peterson, Mildred Walker, Corrie Cotton, May Humphrey, Ellen Potts, Ella Bird Watkins, Grace Cowdin, Lucile B. Humphreville, Susie Rabb, Henrietta Watson, Mary Lena Cowdin, Virginia E. Jackson, Ara Rierson, Woodie Weisinger, Leona Dealy, Elizabeth Jackson, Ella Risley, Catherine West, Genevieve Davis, Winnie Jameson, Pauline Rose, Mable Wilcox, Ohnie Denison, Bess Jennings, Lucille Rudd, Francis M. Wilson, Clara Dillon Ruth Johnson, Sea Willow Rush, Gussie Wiley, Blanche Dunbar, Blanche Jones, Riette Rutledge, Lucille Williamson, Idella Duncan, Edna Kaigler, Mabel Ryan, Rita Williamson, Ulyssa Eberle, Irmengarde Kelly, Lula Sackville, Margaret J. Williamson, May Eddins, Katharyne Kiber, Lillian Sanders, Constance Williams, Ora Lee Edwards, Beulah Kirkpatrick, Johnnie Schaefer, Eddith B. Wise, Nolia Eikel, Elinor Kline, Ruth Sealy, Erna Wright, Elizabeth Elder, Ladie Lois Lacy, Miss E. M. Simms, Mary E. Elliot, Delphine Larrabee, Clara Sharp, Emma 103 Houston Club 104 Houston Club Officers Alice Stuart ............ Viola Cochrane ... . ........ Irma Cochrane......... ....... Abraham, Marie Hamilton, Nancy Humphreyville, Susie Dealey, Marie ....................... President .........Vice-President Jameson, Pauline Dealey, Elizabeth Goldsmith, Elizabeth 105 106 Dallas Club Motto “To Boost C. I. A. in Dallas, and Dallas in C. 1. A. Red and Green Flower Red Carnation Officers ............................ President Secretary Treasurer Maranda Danner Martha Alkire Ruth Dillon Members Cotton, Mae Dowell, Marie Dobson, Vera Gilbert, Mabel Reib, Louvenia Walcott, Frances Williamson, May Barnes, Grace Turner, Kate Foreman, Vera 107 San Antonio Club Shaffer San Antonio Club Motto “Remember the Alamo Jane Applewhite Rosa Shafer............. Irmengard Eberle Ruth Beck .......... Miss Lina Perlitz Agrer, Mildred Agrer, Frances Officers Jones, Marie Ray, Ethel President Vice-President ........Secretary ........Treasurer Faculty Member 109 110 East Texas Club Officers Vesta Burford................................................. President Bess Whittaker........................................... Vice-President Mildred Jarvis.........................................Secretary-Treasurer Miss 1 larriet Whitten Faculty Member Colors Purple and White Flower Violet Burford, Vesta Bourland, Virginia Bourland, Clara Bruton, Irene Bland, Fara Carroll, Annie B Childress, Maude Fox, Azile Glenn, Louise Hays, Ethel Jarvis, Mildred Johnston, Lucile Reddit, Seldin Shull, Anne Sneed, Bess Smith, Blanche Simms, Mary Turner, Eula Taylor, Aubrien Taylor, Helen Whittaker, Bess West, Cammie Wade, Blanche mmn in Bell County Club Motto “To Promote the Interests of Bell County in C. I. A. and C. I. A. in Bell County” Colors Green and Purple Officers Fay M. Rudd................................................ President Bess Denison ................................................Secretary Smith, Mary Callaway, Ruth Fugerson, Zelma Garrison, Beulah Butler, Virginia Duncan, Edna Hamlsey, Milie Breihan, Olga Jones, Rietle Warner, Elizabeth 113 The West Texas Glub Motto ‘West Texas Forever” Toast To the land where the prairie dog kneels On the back of his heels And fervently prays for rain Flower Prickly Pear Maroon and Gold Roll Baird, Pauline Prachar, Kathrine Baker, Ina Redden, Regina Barnett, Mary Ross, Irma Baugh, Fay Severtson, Clara Davidson, Ordis Severtson, Myrtle Durham, Mae Snider, Lillian Dyer, Lura Spence, Stella Ferguson, Zelma Tankersley, Fay Griffin, Fredda Tankersley, Oneita Hooker, lola Thallman, Eva Jackson, Ella Thompson, Hattie Jackson, Florrie Thompson, Maude Jennings. Lucille Tucker, Jesse Martin, Jean Vaughn, Feye Morrow, Lucretia Wagley, Velma Patterson, Minnie Laura Wise, Nolia Prachar, Alice Wright, Elizabeth Prachar, Iva 116 Smith County Club Officers ........President ....Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Faculty Member Azilc Fox Bess Whittaker....... Mildred Jarvis........ Miss Harriett Whitten. Green and Gold Flower Golden Rod Childress, Maud Fox, Azile Glenn, Louise Jarvis, Mildred Shull, Anne Sneed, Bessie Turner. Eula Taylor, Helen 117 118 Denton County Club Officers Gertrude McReynolds. President Ruth Adkisson ........................................Vice-President Dot Bell ..................................... .. Secretary-1 reasurer Hansel, Flora Strickland, Ruby Strickland, Gladys Neibert, Dorothy Kennedy, Riba Davis, Winnie Carlisle, Susie Cobb, Susan Reynolds, Eva Bumpas, Ruth Miller, Gertrude Ousley, Lottie Turner, Avella Beck, Elsie Allen, Beatrice Ellis, Rhea George, Allie Bates, Bell Pierce, Ella Morman, Mrs. McCullar, Zelma Adkisson, Ruth Evans, Mable Wiley, Blanche Hanson, Jettie Duke, Kathryn Roll Malone, Margret Harper, Lola Coons, Grace Portwood, Ina Swindoll, Vola Horn, Corrine Bottorff, Corrine Bell, Dot Smith, Louticia Smith, Belle McCook, Fern Francis, Alma Allen, Fay Minnafee, Effie Gainer, Mable Stewart, Mildred McReynolds, Gertrude Owens, Leah Wolfe, Bernice Craddock, Mattie McCullar, Dink. Underwood, Maude Lacy, Edith Trickey, Mattie Simmons, Ethel Simmons, Stella 119 Orchestra Adkisson, Ruth Beck, Elsie Bradley, Bess Bumpas, Ruth Derigo, Lena Guyler, Evelyn Members Howell, Hazel May, Hazel Rutledge, Lucille Sackville, Margaret Spence, Stella Tankersley, Ona Turner, Kathryn 120 Collin County Club Katie Lee Ball.. Elizabeth Storrie. Lula Stewart Flower Sweet Pea Colors Lavender and White Officers ...................................President ..............................Vice-President .........................Secretary-Treasurer Members Candler, Elizabeth Cline, Gertrude Crouch, Mildred Floyd, Bess Walk Griffin, Alta Hendricks, Ht Rattan, Jewel Throckmorton er, Corrie Kathleen 121 122 Pi 'ess Cub Color Gold Carnation Motto “Press On” Officers Margarett J. Sackville...................... Teresa Abney ............................... Mary R. Simms.............. President .....Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Roll Abney, Teresa Boyce, Katie Burford, Vesta Cowdin, Lucile Danner, Maranda Davis, Pauline Dillon, Ruth Fox, Azile Haralson, Marguerite Hooker, lola Mack, Janet Newton, Georgia Ousley, Clare Ousley, Lottie Pearce, Lilia Rudd, Frances Rutledge, Lucille Sackville, Margaret Simms, Mary Turner, Avella Watkins, Grace 123 Texas Intercollegiate Press Association Miss Margaret Sackville............................ President Mr. W. E. Roberts . Vice-President Miss Manon Yantis. Miss Alice Stuart Mr. M. Y. Stokes Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary ............ Treasurer OUR College has this year on April 3rd and 4th. a very unusual privilege, in the entertaining of the Convention of the Texas intercollegiate Press Association. This Association is composed of the staffs of the student publications of the following institutions: Baylor University, Daniel Baker College, Southwestern University, College of Industrial Arts, Trinity Univer- sity, Texas Christian University, Decatur Baptist College, North Texas State Normal, Simmons College, Polytechnic College, Stamford College and Uni- versity of Texas. It is expected that Howard Payne and A. M. Colleges will apply for membership at this 1913 Convention. The afternoon of April 3rd will be devoted to a program of strong and interesting speeches on the different phases of College Journalism. The pro- gram as assigned to the speech-making delegates from the different colleges is as follows: 1. Effective Methods for Securing Copy ........................(Trinity) 2. Characteristics of a Strong Literary Department (Baylor) 3. What a Strong Editorial Department Means (Simmons) 4. The Significance of a Live Exchange Department (Stamford) 5. The Worth of Special Departments (N. T. S. N.) 6. The Preservation of Balance in Content and Appearance (Southwestern) 7. The Why and Where of Co-operation (Polytechnic) 8. Special Editions—Their Value .(T. C. U.) 9. Financial Relations Between Editor and Business Mgr. (Daniel Baker) 10. Staff Meetings—Their Duties and Import ............... (Decatur B. C.) I I. Our Press Club—Its Present and Future (Texas University) 12. Why a Member of the T. I. P. A.?...............(College of Industrial Arts) About twenty-five delegates are expected, besides quite a number of noted men and women from over the State, who will speak at the different sessions at the annual banquet. Among these will be Lieutenant Governor Will H. Mayes, who will lecture; Prof. John A. Lomax, of State University; Mr. Will Edwards, President State Press Association; Mrs. R. R. Dancy, of Houston; Col. A. C. Owsley, of Denton. Some of the prominent representa- tives of the State Press who will receive invitations to the banquet are: Mr. Clarence Ousley and Miss Angie Ousley, of the Fort Worth Record; Mr. George Waverley Briggs, of the Dallas News; Mr. Will Edwards, Mr. Louis Wortham, Mr. J. H. Lowry, Mr. Judd Mortimer Lewis, and Mr. C. B. Dealey. JMWL Board of Editors Leila May Hunt....................Editor-in-Chief Louise Green.........Associate Editor-in-Chief Hazle McGinnis................Business Manager Teresa Abney...........Associate Business Manager Pauline Davis......................Art Editor Lucille Rutledge Assistant Art Editor Elsie Beck....................Athletic Editor Georgia Newton....... Social Editor Ruth Dillon Literary Editor Mary Melton......................Comic Editor Lila Pierce..................Assistant Editor Ruth Adkisson..........Assistant Business Manager nummi 125 Board of Editors Rutledge 126 Wallis Club Evelyn Guyler......... Annie Laura Pickens.. Nola Lofton........... ...........President ............Reporter .Secretary-T reasurer 127 We bring for your consideration Now our annual book completed; An honest record of our happenings, The true year book of the College. It is called the Daedalian, For the God of Household Wisdom; Study, criticise and praise it; Judge according to its merits. Tis the fruit of many labors, Tis the harvest of our gleanings. But we don’t regret the hardships, If the book’s to you a pleasure, If it brings back happy memories, If it brings a tear of gladness. If the scenes to you are pleasant, The dear scenes to us familiar, Visit then our own Utopia, C. I. A. in Denton, Texas. You will find there health and knowledge. Many pleasures fill the hours. You will love the dormitories; You will love the teachers, students. There you’ll always find a welcome. 130 Elsie Beck Athletic Staff Faculty Athletic Committee Miss Crow Miss Smith Miss Higgins Miss Williams Officers of Athletic Association T„._ Athletic Managers Ellen Hodges Basket Ball Rcba Kennedy............................................Tennis Captains of Class Basket Ball Teams Mnrv Bmitwell Ruth Adkisson Middle Charlse McClurg Hester Hendricks 2nd. Prep. Ellen Humphries 1st. Prep. Alma Hughes Vocational 131 Athletics THE session of 1912-13 has been more successful in many ways than ever before. From the very beginning of the first term, it could be seen that athletics would increase in enthusiasm. A greater number of students are members of the Association this year than ever before, and more teachers seem to be interested. It was even rumored at the first of school that there would be a Faculty basket ball team. Up to the present time, they have not organized. However, the class teams hope to receive a challenge from such a team before the end of the year. Basket ball, thus far, has seemed to take the day at C. I. A. The last term of the session 191 1-12, the Seniors forfeited their right to the pennant they had held for three years, by refusing to enter the third-quarter tourna- ment. The remaining class teams had an interesting fight for the champion- ship. The Class of 1914 was victorious, and received the beautiful new pennant, which the Seniors had presented to the Athletic Association. The old pennant was then burned by the Chairman of the Faculty Committee, and the captain of the winning team. The tournament of the first quarter of 1912-13 was the most interesting that has ever been played at C. I. A. The first game was a “wonder.’’ Think- ing it would be great sport, the game was scheduled for the team, which held the pennant, and the First Preps. It proved to be a “joke,” but the joke was on the Middlers. The score was ten to five in favor of the Preps. The second game was equally as interesting. Here, the Second Preps, almost annihilated the Senior team. The score was two for the Seniors and fourteen for the Preps. Every game was equally as exciting and interesting, for the teams were well matched. When the last game had been played, it was found that the First Preps, and the Seniors had each won four games. It was then necessary to play off the tie. 132 Three games were scheduled. The Seniors won the first game, and the Preps, the second. Then came the interesting and important game, as it determined which was the champion team. The result was, that the Seniors were one score better than the Preps. After the pennant had been presented by the Referee, the winning team challenged the Second Preps. The Preps, accepted with “pleasure.” The Seniors were winners. Class spirit and rivalry are at their height. This rivalry, we are glad to say, is only found on the athletic field. Class rivalry does not in any way interfere with the College spirit. In all the history of the College, there has never been a College team. Therefore, a local or High School has never defeated us. As long as the present class spirit exists, it is rather doubtful as to how soon C. I. A. will have a College team. So far, on account of the unfavorable condition of the weather, not many have participated in tennis. It is predicted, however, that in the third term, tennis will become a prominent feature in athletics. One thing that will promote the interest in the Tennis Tournament is, that Mr. Curtis and Mr. Taliaferro have left two beautiful loving cups in the possession of the Association, to be presented to the winners. One cup is to be awarded to the best player in the whole student body; the other to the girl who wins most games, (who has never played tennis before.) It is to be hoped that during the coming years, the interest in athletics will continue to increase, as it has during the past year. The loyalty of the student body to the College is dependent, to a large extent, upon the interest which they take in the work of the different teams. The physical and mental condition of the students will also be greatly improved, if more time and energy are spent in athletics. lHUIS� g$BIBS 133 Mary Boutwell, Captain Blanche Wiley Louise Green Nell Neale Katie Lee Ball Ethel Dodd Pauline K. Davis Elsie Beck 134 Middle Basket Ball Frances Rudd, Captain R. Adkisson H. May C. Ray J. Applewhite O. Tankersley L. Dyer E. Hodges G. Rush 135 Junior Basket Ball Charlse McClurg, Captain Regina Redden May Williamson Blanche Smith (Sub.) Guards Edith Lacy Edith Schaefer Ina Portwood (Sub.) Centers Pauline Jameson Charlse McClurg Aubyn Taylor (Sub.) 136 ' T!iv Second Preparatory Basket Ball Hester Hendricks, Captain Elizabeth Dealy Hester Hendricks Ruth Copeland Centers Birdie Tomlinson Emma Humes Allie Prachar Guards Helen Taylor Ida Meaders Martha Alkire 137 First Preparatory Basket Ball Dealey Cochrane Ayrer Griffin Humphrey Barnett Howell 138 Junior Tennis Shafer, Rosa Schaefer, Edith Hooker, Iola Patterson, Minnie Edwards, Beulah Johnson, Lucy Wilcox, Ohny Foreman, Vera Rose, Mabel Stratton, Ethel Denison, Bess Florea, Nell Osgood, Helen 141 Yells and Songs Margaret Sackville, Yell Leader Ex-ro-----ree-ro---ri-ro-rum C. I. A.---C. I. A.----See them come. Boom, boom,----ZIP-----ZIP Boom,-------ZIP----ZAH! C. I. A.—C. I. A.—RAH-RAH-RAH! Hi------de--------rickety Whoop--------de--------lay What’s the matter with C. I. A. Viva-la, Viva-la, Viva-la, SAY C. I. A.------C. I. A.--C.-I.-A. 1-----2------3--------4 Whoofer----Weefer 1-----2------3--------4 Whoofer-----weefer Who’re we going to root for, C—I.— A. Hi—Ki, Hi-Ki, Listen to the noise We are the rooters for A. M. C. boys, A. M. College, A. M. gang, Heeser—Hyser—wo—wo—bang A. M. C. Ki—rickety—bang—meow Holly—gazonksky—bow wow Bing—bang—zippity—zaw C. I. A.—C. I. A.—Rah! Rah! Rah! 142 Zippa—zappa—zippa—zappa, Zippa—zappa—ZOW, We’re in it,-goin’ to win it. Goin’ to win it,-HOW C. I. A.—C. I. A. is our cry V—I—C—T—O—R—Y Who' s going to win one Who’s going to win one Who’s going to win one NOW We’ re going to win one We’re going to win one We’re going to win one HOW E—A—S—Y SONGS (Tune, “My Hero”) Come, come, a song for C. I. A. Our hearts are true. Come, come, our voices raising, We’ll sing it through. Come, come, naught can efface her, Our voices blending now to praise her. Beyond compare Rise, rise, a toast to the College Hail C. I. A. (Tune, “I'd Love to Live in Loveland) We’re on our way to Dallas And we’ll get there, don’t you fear; 143 With a jolly crowd in a special car From C. I. A. you’ll hear. Where the student body’s loyal And everything is square— Yes, we’re on our way to Dallas. For a good time at the Fair. (Tune, Everybody’s Doing It”) Everybody’s going there, C. I. A., C. I. A. Everybody’s going where, C. I. A., C. I. A. To that grand old College of our State Cooking, sewing won’t go out of date All the lovely things we learn to make. College Girls, College Girls, College Girls, oh Everybody’s going there, C. I. A., C. I. A. Everybody’s going where, C. I. A., C. I. A. That school’s wrapped itself around my heart, We learn to do by doing our part.” Come, come, come, come, let us start Everybody’s going there now. (Tune, “I Want to Be in Dixie”) We want to see, we want to see A n lan just like our Prexy. For he’s a r nan that’s surely on the square For he’ll tre ;at you right and he ’ll treat you Yov i ought 1 to see, you ought to see, You i ought 1 to see our school in Denton, It’s the grai idest College of oui r State. C- -I.—A. is the only way to spell it But it’s all, You Bet it’s all, On account of Prex. Bizzell. 144 The Taming of the Shrew Presented by the Class of 1913 April 29, 1912 Under the direction of Miss S. Justina Smith Dramatis i Personae Petruchio Ripple Frazer Vincentio Hazle McGinnis Frances Rudd Pauline Davis A Tailor Grace I homas Baptista Bird Potts A 1 laberdasher . Louvenia Reib Blanche Wiley Katharina i.ouise Greene Bianco Grumio Ruth Dillon Widow Teresa Abney Ethel Allen Officer, servants to Petruchio, and attendants 145 Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua, has two daughters, Bianca and Katharina. Bianca, the younger, has many suitors, but the elder, because of her unbearable disposition, is left unnoticed. A declaration by the father that the younger must remain single until the elder is given in marriage, brings despair to the lovers until Petruchio arrives and makes known his intention of winning the shrew. Among Bianca’s admirers is Lucentio, a stranger in Padua, who, disguised as a school-master, decides to woo her, giving his name and station to Tranio, who is to woo her as Lucentio. Meanwhile, Petruchio has asked Baptista’s consent to have Katharina for his wife. The father and Bianca’s lovers express doubts of his success, but this only angers him. Excitedly walking the stage, and in raging voice Petruchio tells of all the wonderful deeds which he has done, making his words more emphatic by cracking his long riding whip. He closes his speech with these lines: “And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire? Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.” Then comes a most interesting and amusing scene in which Petruchio tells Katharina that she is to be his wife. She has fallen in love with this hand- some young man, but is very haughty and contemptuous in her treatment of him, and pretends to be indignant that he has taken such liberties. He sets the wedding day as the following Sunday and goes to Venice, leaving her in a rage. At the time appointed for the wedding, the bride appears, followed 146 by the bridal party, but the bridegroom is not there. After a short delay, Petruchio and his man appear most ridiculously dressed. To the surprise of all, Petruchio goes to the wedding in the same apparel. Immediately after the ceremony he departs for his home where he treats Katharina rigorously while pretending to be exceedingly careful. In self defense she becomes submissive. In Padua the fictitious Lucentio obtains the consent of Baptista for Bianca’s hand. It then becomes necessary for Lucentio’s father to be present followed by the setting of a wager to be won by the man whose wife is most submissive. To the surprise of all, Katharina shows herself a gentle, obedient wife, and tells the other two brides what duty they owe to their husbands. 147 Entertainment for New Students THE entertainment for the “debutantes,” given by the Stoddard old girls, marked the beginning of our “happy days” at C. I. A. An informal recep- tion was first held in the parlors, where the old girls became acquainted with as many of the new as possible, and where partners were chosen for the grand march and dance which followed. Delicious punch was served all through the evening, and every girl who was there felt that it was a success in every way. Reception to Students. On the evening of September the thirtieth, the annual reception was given by the Faculty, assisted by the Senior class, on the lawn of President Bizzell’s home. It was indeed a very pretty sight, with Japanese lanterns nodding and dancing in the breeze as if keeping time to the enchanting strains of the orchestra. President and Mrs. Bizzell, assisted by the Faculty and the Presidents of the Y. W. C. A. and Students’ Association, received the girls in a most gracious manner. After passing down the receiving line each girl was given the name of some other girl whom she was to find. In this way many of us became ac- quainted with each other. It was found in the course of the evening that several perfectly impossible names had been distributed, causing some wild chases with laughable results. The punch bowls proved to be very popular places on the lawn. Here different members of the Senior class presided in a most charming manner. The music was good, the punch delicious, jollity reigned supreme, and it was a most delightful and successful party. A Welcome to the New Girls On the first Saturday night of this school year Brigham Young and his numerous wives gave a reception for the new members of their family at the Methodist Dormitory. The guests were met at the front door by the butler and were accompanied by the footman to the dressing rooms, where they were left in the care of a French maid and valet. Their cards had been left with the master of ceremonies who introduced the guests to Brigham and his many wives, his last addition having the place of honor in the re- ceiving line. When all the guests had done honors to the host and hostesses, an Italian orchestra rendered a series of beautiful symphonies and con- 148 certos, which proved too much for the sensitive nerves of the director and his assistants, who fainted and were removed, much to the regret of the guests. The liveried coachman then announced carriage, which conducted the merrymakers to the two-story ballroom, constructed especially for this oc- casion, where the remainder of the orchestra played barn dances, and every one joined in a good, old-fashioned dance. Hamburgers were served be- tween dances and after many hours of revelry, the guests departed, pro- nouncing Brigham a most hospitable host, and his wives most gracious hostesses. C. R. ’ I 4. Chaparral Dance The autumn leaves are with us, ’Tis a gladsome time and fair. The Chaps, are going a gypsying, They’ll be glad to have you there. Main Building, Eight o’clock, October twelfth. Going a gypsying? What fun! There is always something mysterious about gypsies, and this accen- tuated the pleasure which we were looking forward to. Eight o’clock found girls, daintily gowned in all the colors of the rainbow, eagerly tripping across the campus from all directions, but all bound for the main building, which was gay with many lights. Entering the building we stepped right into a typical gypsy camp. Gypsies dressed in all the flashing colors so dear to their race, greeted the gay throngs, and told the fates and secrets of the young college girls’ hearts. The central object of the camp was a big pot, being on the rustic tripod. Beneath the pot gleamed ruddy lights, and one might think the dainty gypsy maidens were brewing love charms, but on drawing nearer was invited to partake of most delicious nectar. After passing the camp we were invited into bower-laden rooms which had the atmosphere of autumn prevalent throughout. The orchestra was furnishing most enchanting music, and the Queen of the gypsies, Miss Louise Green, President of the Chaparral Literary Club, and Miss Ripple Frazer led the grand march. They were preceded by two tiny little gypsy girls, Elaine Bizzell and Marie Banks, daughters of our President and Dean, re- 149 spectively. The grand march was a sight to make every C. I. A. girl's heart swell with pride. Over four hundred girls, in all the loveliness and joy of youth, swayed in tune with the enchanting music. Two gypsy girls, Misses Mary Simms and Margaret Sackville, distributed, from big flower baskets, hand-brushed programs in autumn design, and then the dancing started. Music was in the air and in the hearts and toes of all the girls. The pro- grams called for eight dances and four extras. There were the autumn leaf and the gypsy extra. The other two were complimentary to the Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club and the Chaparral Literary Club of the school. Delicious refreshments of brick cream and cake, in the Chapparal colors, were served to the guests. At a time rather late for C. I. A. girls, every one was telling the Chaps, what delightful hostesses they were, and what a lovely evening they had spent. Violin Recital Miss Lucy Ault, who has charge of the Violin Department of the Col- lege gave a most successful recital in the auditorium on Monday afternoon, November twenty-fifth. She was assisted by Mr. Harold Techaw of T. C. U. The following program was most effectively rendered: 2. 3. 4. Concerto, No. 7............................................de Beriot Maestoso Andante Allegro Moderato Romanze ................................................... Svendsen Preledium and Allegro........................ Couperin-Kreisler Adagio .........................................................Ries Pasane ..........................................Couperin-Kreisler Hungarian Rhapsody ...........................................Hauser Hallowe’en Dinner Dance At the stroke of six, two hundred and five charming witches gathered in Stoddard Hall for a Hallowe’en romp. They seemed to be the witches of love, joy and good cheer, for jollity reigned supreme. All were costumed in the daintiest of white frocks with jaunty caps of black and yellow. Miss Humphries and Miss Whitten led the grand march to the dining hall. On entering we heard exclamations of delight and admiration on every side. The rays of light from the grinning jack-o'lanterns lighted up a scene of 150 unusual beauty. Bowers in all their gorgeous autumn tints were massed to give a rustic touch. Each table had its own individual centerpiece of rich Dinner having been served, the witches were eager for action, and soon the dancing started. Punch and wafers were served throughout the en- tire evening and various amusements—old in custom, yet always new on Hallowe’en—were indulged in. All too swiftly the minutes flew past, and our delightful Hallowe’en was over. Stunt Makers of the Methodist Dormitory Our mother matron, Mrs. Carroll, seeing the disorder of pupils strolling into the dining room, one by one after the gong had sounded, resorted to the imposition of a penalty upon the belated stragglers. Each girl who was so unfortunate as to be inflicted with such a disgraceful crime, was com- pelled to confess to the whole dining hall the cause of her delay. The rest of the girls voted on her excuse, and if it was accepted, she escaped the penalty, otherwise, she was required to furnish amusement for the rest of the girls, by pulling off some kind of stunt on the following Saturday night. These stunts certainly were not lacking in their power for entertainment, because this was one of the most enjoyable nights of our whole college career. One could not have helped laughing, if he could have seen one of the dignified Seniors down in the middle of the floor “pulling off an amateur stunt.” Still that was not half so comical as some of the others, such as a political speech in pantomime and song without words. The rest expressed their talents on the cornet, piano and the most effective instrument, the comb. The climax, however, was reached when our Faculty adviser, directress of the stunts, came forth with the Irish Lilt and Highland Fling. These were performed in a most skillful manner, thus bringing the audience to their feet, amidst shouts of laughter and applause. S.B.H., ’14. M. E. B. Club (Zu Ehren der Studenten und der Fakultat.) As it was Monday morning when the girls of the college usually linger longest with the Goddess of Sleep, the somber walls of the main building trembled when footsteps were heard on her threshold, asking admittance at the fifth hour of the morning. Soon the halls and rooms, quite artistically decorated, were crowded with a throng of care-free girls, while their merry voices in laughter floated out on the morning breeze. On the first floor the M. E. B. and Chaparral Club were entwined and festooned in ever graceful lines. The lights were shaded by dainty covers, which added to the harmony of the scene by furnishing rays of blend- ed light. The nooks and corners were brought into evidence by a deft ar- rangement of pennants, pillows and ferns. At five-ten the grand march formed, led by Misses Green and Adkisson, Presidents of the two clubs. After interesting figures had been formed, each led a single file down the hall, where every girl was presented with a unique program by Misses Abraham and Ferguin, attired in quaint Dutch costumes. “Einen Frohlichen Guten Morgen!” on the program just above a hand-paint- ed, fanciful Dutch figure, spoke for itself. The first call for breakfast was made at six-thirty. Six little Dutch girls led the way to the cafe on the second floor, which was indeed the feature of the morning. There were twelve tables, each with covers laid for four, which were quite artistic with a centerpiece of ferns and flowers. The floor was spotted with rugs and in the corners stood pedestals, on which were placed pots of weeping asparagus. On the sheer curtains were decorations of red winter berries and evergreens. The color scheme in this room was German, furnishing a picturesque background for the pretty little “Gretchens,” who so gracefully served a de- lightful coffee and salad course. During the service the dancing and un- usually good music continued at their height. At eight o’clock the crowd began to disperse and wind their way slowly back to their dens, reluctant to leave the scene which had just proved to be so delightful. Each girl de- clared that this occasion would always remain with her as one of the best and most enjoyable features in their so-far college life. Entertainment of Methodist Dormitory Seniors The Seniors of the Methodist Dormitory were very much mystified one 152 day at lunch, on finding a hand-painted autumn leaf under their plates, bear- ing the following invitation: We give you leaf to attend A something my dear friend, In your kimona come But don’t come chewing gum.” In dining hall at eight o’clock. Every one but the Seniors seemed to know what it meant. At the appointed time, the nine girls who were so eager to have their curiosity satisfied, met in the library and then together went to the dining hall. They were taken in at the door one by one, and in utter silence were marched down between two rows of girls. At the end of the line they were met by two escorts and taken back to the door, which they had entered, and were asked to read this one short, but welcome sentence: “He who enters this door leaves school behind.” The guests were next conducted to a table, and daintily dressed maids presented each one with a menu card, on which the class flower was artis- tically painted. They made their order from this puzzling menu: No Grounds for Complaint (coffee grounds) Silent Tears (onions) Spring’s First Offering (water) Maid of Orleans (syrup) Lot’s Lost Treasure (salt) Chip Off the Same Block (toothpicks) School Girl’s Delight (pickles) After they had dined sufficiently on this insufficient order, they entered into the pleasure of making candy. If a few words unintentionally escaped the mouth of any girl concerning school or examination, she had to pay her fine. When the joys of making candy were over, then came the fun of selling and regaining the forfeits. A. M. L. ’13. 153 Recital by iMusic Faculty, College of Industrial Arts Monday, December Ninth Adagio from Concerto Miss Lucy Ault Polichinelle (the Clown (a) Songs My Mother .) R nr Fm; n i ri ff Miss Hannah Asher Mr. Albert G. Pfaff Miss S. Justina Smith Miss Selma Tietze Miss Lucy Ault Miss S. Justina Smith Mr. Albert G. Pfaff Miss Nothera Barton Thanksgiving Dinner Dance Thanksgiving dinner at Stoddard Hall is looked forward to with not a little anticipation. It is always one of the most finished and elaborate affairs in the socal life of C. I. A. And it found again this year those who know just how to plan such an event. The reception rooms were artistically decorated with gorgeous yellow chrysanthemums, which reflected a soft diffused light into massed autumn foliage. At two-thirty dinner was announced, and the guests assembled in the dining hall. Vines in the rich tints of autumntide entwined the pillars of 154 the hall, embedding the richness of the yellow chrysanthemums which were used most effectively. On each table was a beautiful center piece of fruits and others of Nature’s gifts, symbolizing the bountifulness of the season. The pretty place cards in Stoddard Hall colors, brown and gold, marked the places, and to the guests was served the following menu Cream of Tomato Soup Turkey Creamed Potatoes Peas Celery Olives Cranberry Jelly Fruit Salad Cheese Wafers Cherry Cream Cake Coffee Wafers Between courses. Miss Higgins gave a short talk on the origin of Thanks- giving, and Miss Smith gave an appropriate and entertaining reading. Through- out the entire afternoon reigned joy and the sweet spirit of Thanksgiving. In the evening the girls reassembled in the dining hall for the Thanksgiv- ing dance. This time, however, it was a jolly bunch of Johns and Priscillas instead of jolly college girls. Old relics, colonial tapestry, and things suggestive of our Pilgrim Fathers were the principal features of decoration in the recreation room, where dainty Priscillas ladled delicious punch, and served hot chocolate and sand- wiches. Most excellent music was furnished by the orchestra, and the time for departing came only too soon, ending a most delightful Thanksgiving Miss Whitten Entertains Miss Whitten entertained the girls and their friends at her home, on Saturday, November the ninth, from five until eight o’clock. Bunco was played during the first part of the evening, and musical choirs afterward. While refreshments were being served, one of the girls read, “How to Be- have at a Banquet,” and besides fun, some valuable information was ac- To the surprise of everyone present Miss Whitten brought in a beautiful birthday cake, with five candles, one for every girl in whose honor the party was given. Each of these five girls chose a “surprise package,” which con- tained some clue to the occupation of their future husbands. This furnished amusement for the entire party, and a very merry time was reported. Christmas Spirit in Methodist Dormitory On Thursday night before the holidays Santa Claus visited the dormitory girls. The dining hall was transformed into a bower of cedar, holly and mistle- toe. A large wreath of holly was suspended over each table from the ceil- ing and was decorated with candles and many mysterious looking packages with queer corners and bulging sides to provoke our curiosity. Truly it was a hard matter to curb our curiosity until the six courses were served, but each course was so much better than the preceding one that we soon lost sight of time and did due justice to everything in sight. At last the auspicious moment had arrived, and what fun we did have! If you can imagine Miss Barton with a mechanical dancing doll, and everyone else with equally appropriate gifts, you can catch a gleam of the pleasure which was reflected in our faces, and I am sure you can hear the shrieks of laughter, and last, but not least, the many wishes for a “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year” to Mrs. Carroll, our Santa in disguise. But this was not the end; we took up the Christmas spirit to pass it on to our neighbors. Two of our number, dressed as Santa Claus and his wife, with the rest of us representing his numerous children, started on our rounds. First we presented Mrs. Carroll with a brass fern dish as a meagre apprecia- tion of her love and thoughtfulness, and then visited all the little children on the campus and in the neighborhood. This was an excellent beginning for a real Christmas. 156 Christmas Dinner-Dance Amid the joyful preparations to go home for the holidays came the announcement that we were to be guests of Stoddard Hall at a dinner-dance, on the night of Dec. 19, 1913. Every girl’s heart was filled with love and good will in anticipation of the occasion, for who would not be joyful over the prospect, had they ever before been a guest at a similar function within the hospitable walls of Stoddard Hall? If we had anticipated this event with pleasure, there was certainly more in the fulfillment. The dining hall was beautiful in its attire of poinsettias, Christmas bells and Madonnas; but the pinnacle of beauty was reached in the handsomely decorated Christmas tree, which stood in the center of the room. Exclama- tions of ecstasy and delight were heard from the guests as they took their places at the beautifully appointed tables. Each seemed to feel in closer touch with the Christchild, as they glanced at the Madonnas while listening to the exquisite melody of “Star of the East” floating in from voices in the distance. The dinner, consisting of turkey with all its accompaniments, was thor- oughly enjoyed by all. In an interval between courses the lights were turned low, and ten girls, dressed as if prepared for Santa Claus, holding candles, formed a circle around the tree, and sang “Holy Night.” After dinner the floor was cleared for dancing. Palmer’s orchestra fur- nished delightful music for twelve dances and four extras. Throughout the evening punch was served in the recreation room, which was decorated in holiday colors. A delicious salad course with hot chocolate was served by the Junior girls. And thus ended another delightful evening to add to our “happy days” memory of Stoddard Hall. 158 The Middle Dance Seniors, Seniors, get in line, To make love on Valentine. Make you ready; come in state, On Saturday eve at hour of eight. By the Middle Class you’ll welcome be; With music and dancing, right merrily. Until ten thirty Stoddard Hall, In dear old C. I. A. February 15, 1913. Could anything promise more delight? It was a difficult matter to con- tain ourselves until the appointed time, and long before the hour each Senior, unable to restrain longer, began to make herself “beautiful.” To increase the excitement and suspense, fairy messengers flitted to and fro, bearing beau- tiful flowers from Middle escorts to their Senior lady loves. The hands of the clock finally stole around to eight, and we were escorted to the main hall, where we were graciously welcomed by Misses Washington, Cochran, Humphreville, Vautrin, Kennedy, Danner, Abraham, Shull, Ujffy and Harrelson. The reception hall was beautiful in its decora- tions of ferns and cut flowers, and gave us an idea that the rooms below would be equally as charming, but we were hardly prepared for the radiant scene which greeted our eyes as we entered the dancing hall. It was indeed a sight to make every Senior’s heart thrill with pride, for were not the colors dearest to her heart in evidence everywhere? Graceful festoons of black and gold (the Senior colors) were entwined overhead, and black-eyed susans (the class flower), arranged on heart-shaped frames, together with ferns made up the decorations of the room. In the receiving line, headed by Miss Rudd, president of the Middle Class stood: Miss Dillon, Miss Humphries, President and Mrs. Bizzell, Dean and Mrs. Banks, Miss Rea, Mrs. Pierson, Misses Dyer, Smith, Burford, Higgins, Davis, Cowdin, Johnson and Adkisson. At the first strains of the music the grand march formed, led by Misses Dillon and Rudd, presidents of the Senior and Middle Classes, respectively. At either end of the center columns a heart was formed, in one of which stood little Elaine Bizzell and Marie Banks, dressed in Valentine costumes and dis- 159 pensed artistic programs to the long line that filed through. Then the danc- ing began and only one glance at the beaming countenances of all present was necessary to tell how happy all were in the final fulfillment of THE event of the season. Between dances we were led to the punch bowl arranged in a bower of ferns and Senior pennants, from which we were refreshed with nectar fit for the gods. Toward the end of the evening we were invited into the recreation room which had been converted into a lovely fairyland. Rows of hearts were festooned from the corners of the room to the central chan- delier, and the soft glow furnished by the red lights made an ideal hiding place for cupids, who no doubt would have created havoc had any of the opposite sex been present. Here were arranged tables for refreshments, con- sisting of ice cream and cake in heart shape. We danced “Home, Sweet Home” with regret that such a happy evening was so near a close, and when the final good-byes were said, all felt that they had been brought into closer touch with the Middle girls, who had proved themselves such splendid hostesses. Stoddard Hall Stroll On the evening of February the twenty-second Miss Humphries was the hostess of one of the most charming strolls ever given in Stoddard Hall. This is an annual affair, but this year’s entertainment surpassed that of other years in brilliancy and success. Little Elaine and Sangster Bizzell, as Mary Custis and George Washington, cordially welcomed the guests at the door, and Miss Humphries, Doctor Bizzell and other members of the Faculty, re- ceived in line. The grand march, headed by Miss Humphries and Doctor Biz- zell, led to the promenade room, which was tastefully decorated in the na- tional colors. To the strains of “The Star-Spangled Banner,” many beautiful figures were followed by quaint colonial dames and their gallant escorts. Stroll programs were given out by Mary Custis and little George, and the many delightful promenades started. Later on in the evening the guests were invited into the serving room, richly aglow with many soft red lights. Ice cream, molded in George Washington heads, and iced cake and sandwiches were served by old colonial darkies. Cherry sprays and tiny national flags were given as souvenirs. Miss Humphries always proves a most delightful and original hostess, but the party of the twenty-second is certainly one of the most enjoyable, never-to-be-forgotten affairs of Stoddard Hall. Among the out-of-town guests were: Messrs. Volney Reed, of Holland; Forrest Runge, Galveston; Meade Griffin, Texas University; Mr. Allen, Brownwood; Fred Day, Temple; Mrs. Alvin Ayrer and sister, Sherman; Miss 160 Coffin, Itasca; Miss Catherine Frazer, Decatur; Mr. and Mrs. Walter Campbell, Fort Worth; Miss Adrine Buck, Polytechnic; Eugene Ballard, Dallas. The town guests were: Mr. and Mrs. Coit, Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin, Dr. and Mrs. Lipscomb, Mr. and Mrs. W. Spencer, Messrs. Alvin Owsley, Fred Lane, Carroll Paschali, Jack McMath, Otis Fowler, Grover Campbell, P. Blewett and Holland Neely. Seniors Entertained D(ill)on’t be afraid! Nea(le)ry a shade Of the underworld shall harm you. Bo(yce)isterous we’ll be; Wile(y)s you may see, Sack (ville) fuls of fun to charm you. —Methodist Dormitory. March 8, 1913 8:00 P. M. With such an incentive, is it a wonder that our hearts beat with expectancy when we happy Seniors met together as guests of our officers! We were met at the door by our President and Secretary, Misses Ruth Dillon and Katie Boyce, who escorted us into the parlor. When all our number had arrived, attractive tally cards were distributed, and we were conducted to the dining room, which was as a beautiful summer garden in its new dress of ferns and flowers. Black and gold, Senior colors, dear to every heart, entwined the pillars in ever graceful lines. “Hearts” proved to be the main feature of the evening, a game which everyone, both old and young, can enjoy. Several girls were lucky enough to win the privileges of drawing for the prize, but Miss Clara Larrabee was the final lucky one to whom was presented a beautiful book on “Friend- ship.” To Miss Lela Martin was given a game oi “hearts,” as booby, with the hope that she would be more successful next time. The “black and tan” orchestra furnished music during the evening, and it always serves as a delightful background, especially for the game of Delicious refreshments consisting of brick cream and angel cake, with nasturtiums as favors, were served. At a late hour the guests bade good-bye to their charming hostesses to whom they were indebted for one of the most delightful evenings of the 161 A. M. Glee Club THE afternoon of February twenty-first was an occasion of no ordinary im- portance at C. I. A. The cause of this unusual event was the entertain- ing of the Glee Club and Mandolin Club of the A. M. College by the Senior Class. For the amusement of these clubs, the Seniors had planned an informal reception. The lower floor of the home of President and Mrs. Bizzell was given over for the occasion, and it proved to be an ideal place for such a gathering. The beautiful home was decorated with ferns and cut flowers. In one room the Senior Class colors were emphasized, and another room was decorated in the colors representative of A. M. College. No special feature of entertainment had been planned, but “Flip,” of the Glee Club added greatly to the enjoyment of those present by a few “slight-of-hand” performances. During the entire afternoon, punch was served by members of the Class, and later a salad course was served in the west room. At the close of the reception, the President of the Glee Club gave a few pleasing remarks in which he expressed the appreciation of the A. M. students for the hospitality of the Senior Class. The favors were small red booklets, the covers of which bore in white lettering the following words Occasion of Ye Happy Meeting Of Ye Agricultural and Mechanical College GLEE CLUB and Ye SENIOR CLASS Of Ye College of Industrial Arts Ye Twenty-First Day of February Nineteen Hundred and Thirteen. The booklets contained the Senior Class roll, with some characteristic remark concerning each one. A large white “S” on the back of the booklet further emphasized the exclusiveness of the party—for Seniors only. 162 Almost every member of the two A. M. Clubs was known by some C. I. A. girl, and it is needless to say that it was not very long until everyone was busy talking. The allotted time was all too short and it was nearly time for the concert before anyone thought of leaving. That night, under the auspices of the Senior Class, the Glee Club gave a concert at the R. E. program was given: Invictus Lee Auditorium. At this appearj PART I. GLEE CLUB. mce, the following Bruno Huhn GLEE CLUB. Apollo MANDOLIN CLUB. MANDOLIN CLUB. Susie Wells MANDOLIN CLUB. PART II. “The Mummy King.” ACT I. King Alexander of Egypt has been traveling in foreign lands and his people are anxiously awaiting his return. During his absence Spareribs and Gravy, two American hoboes, plan to usurp the Egyptian throne. They un- dermine the allegiance of the natives and secure the co-operation of the American tourists. Their plans are successful, and Spareribs is made the Mummy King, and Gravy the Captain of the Guard. ACT II. Act two is opened by a Muezzin, Mohammedan prayer caller, who in- vites the people to worship. After the worshipers are gone, the Captain of the Guard, alias Gravy, who is guarding the Nile, sees a beautiful princess with whom he immediately falls in love. He is unfortunate, however, for she later favors a rich American tourist. After the mysteries of the Sphinx are fully explained, the act closes with a triumphant song for Spareribs, the Mummy King. 163 Lines Written on The Campus Within the College walls, Who loves to run with me, And button her uniform coat Up to her slender throat. Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shalt thou wear No willow plume, Nor any other feather. Who doth her lessons shun, And writes to somebody’s son; Who liveth on dreams And cares not to see—him. Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shalt thou find None of man-kind But Cousin Jim and Brother. Irmengard L. Eberle, ’ 1 6. lEmmn 164 But Oirrkarfs were- lighter bt.for thi r theheirts Of those who mt oiler thM we. Of thost Ur WIXTthill we. 2 A« J for tf is out redso i we.V hiito parr FroM hoping for mother xfolaee f ow we. Si� � iwi Sigh, bvt never 45K whK There'll he no Jubilee.. Then LlvSh todtaiX as wewat-K in the c-LoYer For We finl it hmic.1ifun stau vo fiavwfo t veover That onc. great 'JutiLae.- The Carnival ON the afternoon and evening of the twenty-first of April, in the year nine- teen hundred twelve, the Carnival—let me wipe away a tear which courses down my cheek—made its first and last appearance, under the auspices of the Y. W. C. A. on the campus of C. I. A. “Surely we have made a mistake! No, this is the familiar campus, but transformed into a veritable ‘Sarcus’ grounds. Get into the carnival frame of mind along with the glare, the noise, the whistles, the red lemonade, the side shows, and the confetti. Calm down, Sadie, I know it looks like a run- away crazy quilt, but it is only a clown, with a wastepaper basket of peanuts. Want to ride on the ‘flying jinny?’ Come right along, but hold tight. Don’t 166 attempt to attack it while in motion. Mister, please don’t let that fat man in, he’ll overbalance it.” “Who’s this? Charlse, I’ll declare! And there is Basket Ball’ Mead- ers, reaping in the rewards of confetti peddlers. Have your nickel ready. Can’t make change. Yes, six for a quarter.” “Right this way. Ride the shoot the chutes. Easiest way you’ll ever find to get to the bottom of the hill. Here, you Normal Ray of Brightness, go to the other end of the line—you can’t shoot up hill.” “Madame, the greatest clairvoyant in existence. Over to your left, gen- tlemen. Don’t be afraid to give your hand to Madame!” mmm 167 “If that specimen of humanity don’t stop following me and feeding me on confetti every time I open my mouth, I’ll simply have to call some of those A. M. policemen. My, aren’t they the good lookers. Don’t they handle this crowd ‘manfully?’ “What’s this Japanesy looking affair over here? Why it’s a tea garden! Let’s in, meh love, and dine. Lookie, there is that cute little old Miss Justina over at that table.” “Over here! Over here! See the movies! New reels every day. Just now starting, our feature pictures. ‘We’ll Be In the New Building By May,’ and ‘Why Don’t The Seniors Wear Caps and Gowns?’ 168 “See yourself as others see you. Everybody over to the right, right into the ‘Mirror Maze.’ “Listen! Ladles and Jellyspoons, lend me your listeners. The most un- surpassed minstrel show in the world's history is now beginning. First call for the greatest side-splitting preformance that has survived civilization. Buy your tickets now and avoid the rush. Do-o-o-n’t y-o-u-u ever spend y-o-u-er money? Come early and get a back seat. Step right up, Mister, and buy a 169 ticket for the lady, she wants to see the show if you don’t. Come! Come! Everybody in!” “Wait! Wait! Take your time and let the ushers find your seats. Box seats? Yes, down in front, just kindly put your feet into those cracker boxes. This won’t be the last ‘Woman’s Suffrage’ meeting. Ladies, stand aside and let the gentlemen pass.” “Keep your seats; the show is not over. Everybody stays for the last act. The greatest concert ever inflicted upon humanity. Buy your tickets no-o-o-w. See the Royal Turkish Jiggler do the Highland Fling. Manet Jack, straight from the bonnie braes of Iceland brought over at the stupendous ex- travagance of sixty cents. Ruth Adkisson in the ‘Suffragette Caprice.’ See! 170 See!! It hasn’t suffragette. Hear Northero Bartonio’s minstrel monstrosities in the latest classics, entitled ‘The Moss Covered Teeth i hat Hung In Her Jaw,’ and ‘When Grandmother’s Toe Nail Slips It Tears The Sheet.’ ” “And so on, like unto this until the valiant policemen found it was time to inform the guests that there was a street-car on the track. Thus the Car- nival died, never to be resurrected, but in its requiem must be said, ‘it was a financial success.’ TERESA ABNEY, ’ I 3. 171 The Secret AS the train slowly rolled away from the station, six tear-stained faces were raised momentarily from six moist handkerchiefs, and six pairs of eyes looked longingly through the car windows to catch a last glimpse of the dear old College. “Oh, gee, I wish I never had heard of this College.” “Why, Mary Brown, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Just think, you wouldn’t have known dear old Prexy and all the rest,” said Jane drama- tically. “And, just think of all those good times you would have missed. 1 surely am glad that I came to the College, although it is sad to think of leav- ing it forever. I love every stone in that old building, and even every blade of grass on the campus. “I even have a tender feeling for those demerits that I got when I hid behind the dresser to keep from going to church that Sunday; and when 1 gave Lucy the hair tonic to gargle her throat with,” said Jean with a bit of old-time gaiety. “Well, girls, there’s no use in living in the past, so we might as well look to the future with all it has in store for us,” Kate philosophized. “Why, I might as well think only of the time when you massaged my face with tooth paste, instead of all the boxes of candy Jack is going to bring me this sum- “Well, I have my sheep-skin anyway,” said Emma, “and if it wasn’t for the fact that it is reposing serenely in the bottom of my trunk, I don’t know that I would ever unpack, because the sight of those cooking aprons and note books would be unbearable.” Mary said quickly, “Well, 1 suppose you are going to cook when you get home, so there is no use grumbling over having to pull ycur aprons out.” “Yes, I intend to cook,” said Emma, “but what pleasure is there in cooking by yourself, when you are used to cooking in a large class.” “Oh, 1 tell you,” said Jean, very enthusiastically, “suppose we form a little cooking club and meet at one another’s houses and cook.” “Good!” exclaimed Mary. “Isn’t it fortunate we all live in the same town.” Wherefore they eagerly fell to discussing the plans for their amusement during the summer. The time quickly flew, and it was but a short while be- fore they were at home greeting old friends and their adoring relations. The summer months passed swiftly, and the club made rapid progress, furnishing entertainment for the six girls and their friends. Every two weeks the girls met at one of their homes, and, clad in their C. I. A. cooking aprons, they demonstrated with skill and dexterity their beloved art. They would then compliment a few of their friends by serving them in a most graceful manner. Jane, the president of the club, had become somewhat smitten with a new boy who had just come to town. He was extremely handsome, and was very attractive to all the girls. Jane wished to devise some plan that she might become better acquainted with him. Having this in view, she called a meeting of the club, and suggested to them that they entertain six of their boy friends at their next meeting. This suggestion met with no opposition in the least, and all the girls complimented Jane on her good idea. A unanimous vote resulted in that each girl invite one boy, and Mary sug- gested that each girl make it a secret with herself, which boy she was going to invite, so that it would be a surprise to the rest of the girls. This was approved of by all, and the little luncheon was looked forward to with great anticipation. The rest of that week was spent in planning the menu, which proved very difficult. It was very hard, indeed, for all six girls to decide upon the same thing, for what one liked, the others didn’t. A few days before the luncheon was to be given, Jane wrote Jack a nice iiiHimn 173 note inviting him to attend. When Jack got the note, he was very much astonished, for the contents were just about the same as that of two notes he had previously received. He could not understand why he was getting so many invitations for the same night, and all for the same thing. Before the day closed, Jack received two more invitations to the same effect. It grew more and more mysterious, but he would not show that he was disturbed, be- cause he thought, probably they were trying to play a joke on him. He thought at first of ignoring the invitations, but the next morning, when the sixth one came, his curiosity was aroused to its highest pitch. So he asked some of the boys in town if they knew anything about the entertainment. Of course, this was the first news the boys had heard of it, and they could not help feeling that they had been slighted, although, good naturedly, they did not become offended. They thought that some mistake had been made, so they just waited patiently to see how it would turn out. Eager to see Jack as soon as he returned, they all met at the Candy Kitchen to wait for him. Jack hesitated to fulfill the invitation, but, being a new boy, he wanted to become acquainted with the fair sex, so he broke the ice and went at the appointed time. He was given a very cordial welcome by all the girls, and after he had been there a few minutes, he felt under no restraint whatever. But when half an hour had passed, the girls began to feel a little uneasy about the other boys. They thought that probably their invitations had been ignored. They waited and waited, but no one else came. ‘‘I wonder if the boys are not coming at all,” said Mary to Lucy, in an undertone. Lucy replied, “I can’t imagine what is delaying them, but the one I in- vited is here all right.” Mary quickly exclaimed, “Why, I invited him myself.” “Well, I did too,” said Emma, who had overheard the conversation. At hearing those words of Emma’s, Kate spoke up, “What was that you did, Emma?” ‘‘I invited Jack to the party,” she replied. “Well, if that doesn’t beat all I ever heard of,” said Kate. “I invited him too.” Jane and Jean, who were the last to catch what the crowd was talking about, just looked at each other in an interrogative manner. At this they all realized the fact that every one of them had invited Jack, and had a hearty laugh over it. Still they were dumfounded and hardly knew what to do. Determined not to let this interfere with their luncheon, they sent Jack out to see if he couldn c get five other boys to come. The boys had been in the Candy Kitchen but a few minutes—and here came Jack. They were very much surprised to see him so early, and thought that some joke had been played on him. Jack immediately explained the situation, and they were only too glad to be taken as second choice. After this exciting ordeal, everything went along all right, and the even- ing was spent very pleasantly. Jane and Jack became very intimate friends, an intimacy which grew stronger as time went by. S. B. HENRY. ’ 14. 175 Benefits of Novel Reading ONE of the most important and far-reaching benefits of the novel—I mean by this the high-class novel, not the cheap trashy” novel which so many are prone to read—and especially the historical novel, is the knowledge of history one naturally and necessarily acquires from it. The history should be as a preface to the novel proper, but the historical element must come in somewhere, if we wish to read the novel intelligently. The setting of a story is one of the essential parts; for instance, if we wish to read Scott’s “Ivanhoe,” we can do so with much more intelligence and interest if we know something about the history of England in the time of Richard I, the feudal system, chivalry, and the influence of the church. To enjoy the Tournament of Ashby,” one must locate the place definitely with reference to the other places already mentioned in the story. Then again, if one reads carefully Cooper’s Pathfinder,” or Deerslayer,” he gets a fairly good knowledge of the “Revolutionary Period.” The historical novel is largely based upon the facts and hence portrays the real spirit of history. Some history teachers claim that the reading of novels is a very successful, as well as a pleasing way to acquaint one’s self with historical events. In many instances one might dislike very much to study just history in itself, yet, would find great delight in reading a good historical novel. There is also in the reading of novels an excellent opportunity for one to improve his style of writing. Along with this may also come improvement of speech and a broadening of one’s vocabulary. Of course, this will come with a close and careful study of our best novels, but not from careless, hap- hazard reading. The best novel ever written, if read in a careless manner, with no thought of anything but to know the end, cannot benefit one to a very great extent. The mere story is gotten and that is all. Attention should be given to the paragraphing, capitalization, and punctuating, as well as the con- tents. To get the most out of the style no constructions should be skipped 176 over which are not clearly understood. If a novel is read with these points in mind, certainly one’s style will be improved. Of all classes of Literature which offer opportunity for character study, novels are the best. In them we are brought into contact with human nature in its varying types. The different characters of a novel live, talk, and move among us. Dickens’ little David Copperfield is not the only little David in the world. There are in reality many such children. After reading “David Copperfield,” one should be able to recognize the “David’s” when he sees them. Both the defects and the merits of the characters which such a book portrays are true to human nature. After studying the various types of indi- viduals represented in a good novel, one should be in a better attitude to judge of his fellowmen. Last, but not least, a great deal of true joy and pleasure is afforded in novel reading. From personal experience, 1 believe some of the happiest hours of one’s life are spent in the reading of good novels. It is also a very easy, profitable, and pleasant means of passing a few hours, for when one is buried in the leaves of a novel time goes we know not where. M. G. '13. 177 Using The Manicure Set THE holidays were over. That short sentence expresses a multitude of things to the college girl. It expresses joys experienced to be dreamed over and over in the odd moments between times,” tales of the cutest new fellow,” Jack gave me—,” etc., to be related to an interested crowd who unceasingly interrupt each other to tell their “latest;” it speaks of the almost unexplainable, but nevertheless present feeling of happiness at seeing all the girls again.” The nine o’clock train had brought the last of the belated arrivals back to the college. As they proceeded down the corridors to their rooms they were greeted by shouts of welcome and embraces of more welcome, as their particular friends who had arrived before them recognized some returning prodigal. Amelia Graves, the last member of her family” to return, had been ushered into her room with due ceremony by her kimona-ed and pigtailed friends. Rose carried her suit case, Fanny her purse, Jane her travelling bag, while Grace and Lou, with the aid of the other three, literally swept Amelia into the room with a volley of questions, exclamations and ejaculations. Oh, girls!” cried Amelia, when she had finally caught her breath and the drift of her hat, which was perched dangerously over one ear, “I’m simply speechless. The train was three hours late and I’d have been all alone if 1 hadn’t met a friend on the train. My, but it’s good to be back here again! I never hated to leave home so bad in all my life. Did I have a good time? That’s no name for it; I had more fun than a boat could hold. Just wait until you see the eats” in my trunk. I’ve got turkey, all kinds of preserves, and—Jane, you horrid thing! Why didn’t you write to me? Ev- eryone else did! I know you didn’t, either! Well, anyway, I didn’t get it. Oh you just ought to see what old Santy brought me.” During this monologue the speechless” girl, with the aid of the others, had been unpacking her suit case and placing the toilet articles on the dresser. Have you all anything to eat?” she demanded suddenly, I’m posi- tively starving to death.” She had not yet looked around, but now a glance at the table revealed the fact that they did have something to eat. Oh, you sweet old things,” Amelia exclaimed, and you were waiting for me. Well, you’ve saved my life, if that’s any consolation. Let’s light in.” With these words operations began. Rose seized the loaf of bread and 178 began slicing it with the scissors, preparatory to making the proverbial peanut- butter sandwiches. “Do give me that nail file, Jane,” said Fan after several unsuccessful attempts to rescue it from the debris on the dresser. “I want to open this can of pimentoes.” “Amelia, don’t act like a guest at this banquet, but take this cuticule knife and cream that cheese which is in the top of my jewel box,” put in her room-mate above the chatter. “And Lou, you’ll find the button-hook on the chafing-dish stand where I had it stirring the candy. It’s lots better for olives, I think, than a hat-pin. “Say, girls,”—this from Lou, “Ain’t I the curly headed girl? Remem- ber we broke the curling iron pulling nails out of the wall before we left? Well, you’d be surprised to see what a lovely substitute glove-stretchers make. I mean for curling hair, not drawing nails. Just view my hair, for instance.” “Jane,” said Grace, “take this,” handing her a silver-back mirror,” and crack these nuts. The candy's nearly ready. Has anybody scrubbed the wash bowl? The candy’s nearly ready to be poured out,” she added again, convincingly. “Honey,” to anyone who happened to be listening, “You haven’t sliced the veal loaf. Here, take the paper knife. And when you get through get our glasses and sjioons, for we have ice-cream, remember. No dear, I lost my spoon during the holiday rush. Just get my shoe horn, instead.” “Anyway,” said Fan, who at odd moments surprised the “family” by philosophical utterances. “Anyway,” she repeated as they began to make the feast disappear, “blessings on the man who invented manicure sets.” TERESA ABNEY, ' 1 3. 179 An Oak Tree’s Autobiography WHEN I first came out of the ground and saw my surroundings I was surprised, but pleased. 1 found myself on top of a gently sloping hill at the foot of which lay a pretty little city. All over this city and in every direction stood green trees of various kinds. The leaves around me were so thick that they almost completely shut out the sunlight. 1 was scarcely noticed, being one small tree among hundreds. I was glad of this, because I could at once begin to see instead of trying to be seen. There were no houses on the hill and few near it. It was just a quiet, pleasant place and I wished it to remain so. Contrary to my wish, conditions changed. After several months men visited the hill almost every day, closely examining every square foot of surface. Then wagonloads of brick, lumber, and other building material came, and finally workmen came and began the erection of a building. At first just the workmen were there, but later every- body living in the town and within a hundred miles of it came, and one day they all spent the day. 1 had never seen so many people before, and so I enjoyed watching them. The work continued for many days until the build- ing was complete. Soon after the building had been finished, about two hundred girls began going to it daily. There were a few men and women too, but no boys. These people would spend most of the day in the building, and late in the afternoon they would go in different directions to their homes. This con- tinued until one spring day, when a larger number than usual came. After that I saw no one for days and days. As I had grown used to seeing the girls and hearing them talk, I grew lonely without them. I longed for the time when they should return. To make matters worse the weather was hot, and there was scarcely any rain. 1 stood the drought very well for awhile, but as the summer wore on I drooped and looked ill. Just as I began feeling that my last days had come the girls returned. When they saw my deplorable condition they brought me many pails of cool, fresh water. This revived me to such an extent that I could again see the beauties of life. The girls seemed merrier than ever before. Among the whole group there were but a few sober faces, and those were soon cheered by the happy ones. After a few more such goings and comings of the girls, the men com- menced another building just north of the old one. It covered more ground than the first one did, but was not nearly so tall. 180 When the girls came back the following year, a number of them went to the new building. They brought large packages and boxes with them, which I afterwards learned contained their clothing. This was to be their home for the following year. They were to stay there at night, and in the old building during the day. A rather fleshy man who stayed at the old building seemed to spend most of his time and strength in trying to improve the hill. As a result of his work a third structure was soon started. This was being erected rapidly when the girls had to leave again. Instead of the loneliness which I had experienced during the previous summers, I grew weary of noise. From daybreak until dark, I could hear hammering, scraping, and shoveling in the new building. There seemed to be something attractive about the last building, for the next year after it was opened there were fully twice as many girls as there had ever been before. The number of girls kept increasing every year for twenty years. The number of buildings had increased rapidly too, for it was necessary that the girls have a place to stay. As most of the ground was covered, I began wondering what would be done next. I did not have long to wonder, for one day I saw men with their clearing tools coming toward me, cutting down trees as they came. I supposed that I would be the next, but I did not care, for I was growing weary of the crowds and the rush. When they reached me, one of the men said, “It is a shame for such a pretty, stately tree to be cut down.” So he took me and transplanted me on the bank of a little stream. I had thought that the first years of my life were ideal, but they were as nothing compared with my last. The waving of the grass, the chirping of the birds, and the murmuring of the brook made me ask, “Why do people want to build those ugly brick buildings when nature is so beautiful?” The answer was, “People cannot appreciate natural things until they have tried to surpass them and have failed.” MAUDE THOMPSON, ' 16. 181 My Ideal Student STRICTLY speaking, there are very few high school, college, or even university graduates who can be truly termed ideal students. There may be students, however, whose work and habits are of such a char- acter as to entitle them to be called model students. Just now, I have in mind a certain young lady whose attainments and behavior while in school were sources of inspiration to all the other students. A few of the reasons why this young lady was pointed out by both teachers and students as a ‘‘good all-around student,” I shall briefly mention. She had a systematic way of going at her work, both at home and in her class. Indeed, she has mastered her first great lesson—that of knowing how to study. She was never satisfied with a mere passing grade and she made it a rule never to pass over anything which she did not thoroughly under- stand. When she was called upon in class she always responded with a good recitation. As a result of this she was happy in the consciousness of having done her work well. Efficient work reaps, in time, its due rewards and she recognized this fact. She was also a very popular girl on account of her pleasing personality. She made no distinction in the class to which a student belonged. She had a pleasant word for everyone she met and was a friend to the lower “class- men” as well as to the Seniors, of which class she was a member. More- over, she knew just how to aproach and dismiss everyone with whom she came in contact. As you know, this kind of a girl will make and keep friends in any number. She took an active part in the literary society to which she belonged. While she had a good knowledge as to how work of this nature should be carried on she never pushed herself forward or attempted to monopolize all the offices of the society. She believed that every girl should be given a chance, if she showed ability to fill an office. Most girls of her unusual ability would have been prone to manifest it at every opportunity, but not so with this young lady. She took a great deal of interest in the social functions of the school, recognizing that it was just as essential to develop the social side of life as it was to be a good student in her classes. At the receptions she was ever a welcome guest, for not only did she herself have a good time, but she did her best to make those around her enjoy themselves. 182 Another reason why this young lady may be classed as an ideal or model student was her attitude toward athletics. She was very fond of tennis and basket ball. However, of the two sports, tennis was her favorite, for it is this that she played most. While she did not take an active part in playing basket ball, when the tournament games were played she was always there— bedecked in her class colors—a loyal rooter.” Perhaps some student on account of a jealous nature and a dislike to see another prosper, may call this student too good, too ideal. However, I think very few students were ever heard saying aught but nice things about her. She was loved by all, and 1 think, deserves to be called an ideal student. M. G. 11 3. 183 Domestic Dorothy PLAIN, sweet little Dorothy Dalford was always at the foot of her classes —every one knew that. And this fact was a source of continual annoy- ance to the Dalford household, for the entire family, father and mother included, prided themselves on being extremely intellectual, or literary,” as they chose to call it. Mr. Dalford was a lawyer, famous in several states; Mrs. Dalford, a leading club woman; Eleanor, the oldest daughter, a promising journalist, and Albert, the son, already a young professor. Little, however, can be said of Dorothy in that connection. After the family had made several anything but successful attempts to turn her in the literary direction, she had exclaimed, Well, I never will amount to any- thing, and there just isn’t any use trying to make me. I don’t like the things you do. I’m not even interested in them,”—the truth of which statement would have been readily vouched for by her teacher. However, Dorothy was an absolutely necessary personage to the Dal- ford household. Her bright, sunny, energetic nature was loved everywhere and by everybody with whom she came in contact. And no one could keep the house so beautifully straight and home-like, and no one could prepare such lovely delicacies. But indeed, these things were always uppermost in her mind, and she was perfectly happy only when flitting about over the rooms, straightening and beautifying in general. But oh! how much out-of-place she felt when the members of her family went to their respective literary tasks. Often she would take her books, run up to her room, shut the door and exclaim, Oh, I must get to work. I must not let them be ashamed of me.” And she would try, but her lessons gen- erally went untouched except for a row of pencil marks, with which she always decorated the margins of the pages, as she sat idly dreaming of pleasanter things. Downstairs, Mrs. Dalford would be saying, It does seem a pity that Dorothy never studies. Why, she never looks in a book, and it worries me so, but, as she says, there isn’t any use trying to make her.” Well,” said Mr. Dalford, She’s just a born home-maker, and that’s all she’ll ever be, or do. It does me good to see her so practical.” So Dorothy remained the black sheep,” and her dear, domestic self. 184 One day, as Mr. Dalford was sitting alone in his study, she came skipping in. “Daddy,” she exclaimed, “are you very busy?” Not too busy to stop a minute for you, dear,” he replied. “Well,” she said, “it’s going to take me several minutes to tell you what 1 want to, and you must promise not to interrupt me a single time till I get clear through. Well, Daddy, you know I’m sixteen years old, and don’t know a thing and never will know anything as long as 1 am at home, where there are so many other things 1 want to do. Remember, Eleanor went off to college as young as I am now, and I want to go, too. Remember, you’re not to inter- rupt. I’d just study so hard, and do so much, you and mother’d be proud of me. Now, please don’t say ‘no,’ till you have talked it all over,” she finished, all in a breath. “Well,” said Mr. Dalford, “I’ve been wondering what scheme was com- ing out of your naughty head next. Don’t count on going, one bit; you’re young, and I’m not at all sure it’s best. You should at least finish at high I knew you’d say that,” protested Dorothy. I should finish next year, but I do so want to go off,” and she ran downstairs to tell a neighbor her best new pudding recipe. Now this proposed plan of Dorothy’s struck Mr. Dalford rather favor- ably, but it is needless to say, many arguments were necessary to make Mrs. Dalford willing. However, she finally said, “Well, I guess it wouldn’t do any harm to send her one year anyway. We may at least try it. But she is so young, I can’t imagine her at college. She may do better, but I doubt it.” After much preparation, and many misgivings on the part of her mother, when fall came, little Dorothy Dalford left for the Seminary, many miles As she boarded the train, she said, with a very determined look on her bright face, “I’m just going to do wonders. You wait and see.” Oh, how the Dalford’s missed her. It seemed as if every bit of the life of the home was gone. How they needed her bright smiling face, and how bare and ugly the rooms looked to them, without Dorothy’s finishing touches here and there. “But,” as Eleanor said, “I am sure she is improving in many ways. It is worth the sacrifice.” 185 And before many days they became so much absorbed in their work that there was little time to think about Dorothy’s absence. Her letters were interesting. In one of her first ones she wrote: “1 like the school very much, girls, teachers, and all. At first I was lonesome and homesick and felt very new, but now I am so busy, I haven’t time to think of such things.” Well,” said Eleanor, doesn't it sound queer to hear Dorothy talk about working? We all know, though, that it won’t last long. However, I know she will do better there than at home. During the Christmas holidays, Dorothy remained at school, for it was too far away to come home. Toward the end of the session, she wrote: “My Dear People: I can hardly realize that it is only two months until 1 see you. Sometimes I feel as if I can’t wait another day. I am glad you have decided so early where we shall go this summer. Should we leave in July? There is much excitement here now. As you know, it’s the custom of the Seminary to give a big play at the end of the year. I didn’t realize what a big affair it really must be, until I saw how interested the whole State is in it, and extra interest has been added, for the President has announced that the leading character must be played only by the girl who has made most progress and the best grades this session. It hasn’t been decided yet, but it might as well have been months ago, for everybody knows it is the bright Senior whom I have the honor of rooming next door to.” Well,” said Mr. Dalford. That is rather interesting. If it isn’t too much out of the way, why couldn’t we start on our trip a little early, and go by the Seminary in time to surprise Dorothy, and to see the play?” “Why, that is just the thing,” said Eleanor. It isn’t much out of our way, and we’d love to go early, for Albert had planned to leave in June any way. It would save Dorothy the long trip home, too, for we could take her And so it was that the entire Dalford family left early, but after an ex- ceedingly long and tiresome journey, on account of delayed trains, reached the Seminary town later by one night than they had planned. It happened to be the eventful night on which the play was to be given. There isn’t any use trying to find Dorothy in all this rush and crowd until the play is over. It is late now and we may as well go straight to the auditorium,” suggested Albert. Accordingly the disappointed Dalford’s went mmm 186 and were able to get very good seats. As they came in the President of the Seminary was making an explanation. “As you all know,’’ he was saying, “The leading character is to be played tonight by the girl who has made most progress and best grades this year. 1 am very glad to announce that Miss--------, but the rest of the speech was lost to those near the back, on account of the noise as the crowd came in. Suddenly all grew quiet and the curtain began to rise slowly on the first scene and,—could the Dalford’s believe their own eyes?—there stood Dorothy as leading lady. The speechlessly surprised Dalford’s attracted much attention when at last they had to believe that there was no mistake, and that it was their own Dorothy. Dorothy played her part so well that the Dalford’s were proud indeed. When the play was over the family went behind the scenes, and when Dorothy saw them she fell into their arms and cried for pure joy. In the second round of hugging and kissing Mr. Dalford said, “Well, and who would have thought it of our dear, dear, domestic Dorothy.” CORRIE WALKER, ’15. 187 188 ANNUAL ISSUE The Daedalian Monthly Vol. i” 0 0 T° Denton] TeiHW April 2 1 1 t SCENES OF DEVASTATION “VOTES FOR WOMEN” College Girls’ Slogan 2_________________ ■ THE DAEDALIAN MONTHLY ICARIAN FLIGHTS I PARIAN FLIGHTS 'I M.: Jokes If you meet some ancient jokes Decked out in modern guise, Don’t frown and call the thing a poke Just laugh—don’t be too wise. The Matrimonial College is gaining renown throughout America. We attribute much of this to our president, a man with a large and understanding Mr. Adkisson (in electricity)—And then where does the current pass? Mabel Gilbert—Why—er— Mr. Adkisson—Yes, through the wire. Verse dedicated to Virgie Watson: Our friend is tall, but where she’d reach It sometimes makes me wonder. If now what constitutes her feet Had never been turned under. “Miss Firquin, this is the worst composition in the class. I am going to write to your mother and tell her.” “I don’t care if you do. She wrote it herself.” Miss C. (in D. S.)—The last girl out of the oven turn the gas off. Miss Whitten (looking suspiciously at our excuse blank)—“Is this Miss Smith's signature?” She—“As near as I could get it.” Mr. W. (in Hist, of Ed.)—Our ancestors manufactured everything they O’Dell Entree Line bottom and sides of slightly frivolous O’Dell molds with long strips of Ayrer wit, and 2T6 Frankie loudness neutralized by f. g. Washington seriousness. Cover with congeniality and serve hot. 190 Conductor to Sally Byrd (as she boarded the train)—‘‘Where to?” Sally Byrd (misunderstanding)—“Hi-do-doo.” ---O-- ORGANIZATION OF FIRST PREP. CLASS Frances Ayrer—‘‘I denominate Irma Cochran for president.” Ellen Humphrey—“I second the notion.” He dreamed a dream and then awoke And laughed, for it was funny— He dreamed his daughter had written home And did not ask for money. ---O--- Miss Perlitz—“What does annihilation mean?” No reply. Miss Perlitz—“Well, what does nihil mean in Latin?” Class— Nothing. Miss Perlitz—“Now, the meaning of annihilation?” Hester H.—“Nothing Doing.” Mr. Banks (rising in chapel)—“Young ladies in this connection I want to say that a few changes have been made in the schedule.” ---O-- Miss Barton—“The music faculty will give their recital tonight.” Clara B.—“O, Miss Barton, I know it will be cute.” Mr. Allen (in English looking at the class roll) : “There are some misses here that I miss or have I been misinformed?” Miss Higgins—“What did Chaucer write?” Junior—“Cranberry Tales.” I shot two Ayrers into the air They went to earth, no one knew where. But in a few days they returned Where they had been no one has learned. ---O--- Simms and Sackville Salad Mash a Sackville witticism, season with a few drops of executive ability and “A. and M.” advice. Shape into Daedalian balls, flatten, and serve in a nest of Simms' poems. Note: Sackville witticisms are very acceptably served with the Blues, Homesickness, or in general gastronomical or psychological disturbances. nmmwwHM 191 Mary B. Hallowe’en Night—“Fire, “fire.” Elizabeth C.—“O, Lord, where is my chafing dish the cotton buyer gave Nell—“That man is staring straight at my nose.” Winnie D.—“Maybe he is a reporter.” Nell—“And why should a reporter stare straight at my nose?” Winnie D.—“Aren’t they supposed to keep their eyes on everything that turns up?” Miss Whitten— Name ten animals that inhabit Africa.” Irene Bruton—“Five lions, and five tigers.” No definite steps have been taken in the collaborated drama other than deciding that Clara Larrabee will ride the pony down the hill. Ida Meadors (after meeting Stella’s father at the fair)—“Stella, I bet father is a flirt.” Stella Dickason—“No he isn’t, he is a physician.” The College motto must have in History of Ed. “Primitive ma been a saying in primitive times n learned to hunt by hunting.” is Janet Composed by Irene Bruton: Rain Dust Life i And sVaf'l. Silently, one by one In the infinite books of the teachers, Blossom the little zeroes, The for-get-me-nots of the pupils. Dr. Evans—“The trouble lies in the thorax, larynx and epiglottis.” Ida Meadors—“O! Dr. Evans, I thought the trouble was in my throat.” 192 The last term will soon be here, the time for the poor Juniors to dye. ---O--- C. I. A. RECIPES Davis Pudding and Fraser Sauce Remove all small defects, if any, and cut personality into small slices. Spread each side generously with popularity; arrange in Class 1913 chafing- dish, serious side down. Flavor with Newton giggles and Green dignity. Bake in Friendship’s oven and serve with Fraser sauce. Twin Rolls 2C. Vautrin Laughter. 3T6 Humphreville Fun. 2T6 Sweetness. J C. Love. Flavor with Cochran worries. Seriousness as needed. Put together as for Burford rolls and serve in Homesick cases. Dormitory Pie Mix together. 1C. chopped Butler “cuts.” J 2C. Melton poetic diction. 1T6 Wade ginger. 1 C. Durham quietness. Flavor to taste with Reib pranks, and add enough Carroll suggestions to hold all together; cook until May, at the very last add diplomas and serve at graduation. ____ A “Green Family” Salad Mix thoroughly and salt 2C. Abraham sarcasm. 3T6 Guyler dignity. J 2C. Hunt’s argumentativeness. IT Stuart’s dry wit (chopped fine). Sprinkle the whole with Duncan snappiness and serve on Green Lily Note: To make this salad more complete, add a bit of Hoover geniality, if at hand. in mum 193 Smiles and Frowns By Jimmie ‘‘What would you do if you were in a close place and the emergency brake should fail to emerge?” asked the inquisitive girl. “I would emerge,” replied the chauffeur. Statistics show that there are three million more men than women in the world. Comment unnecessary. Per’ sounds so business-like,” said one of our teachers. Not so busi- ness-like as a cat purr is home-like. No, Agnes, there is no truth in the cynical reference to “the light that lies in woman’s eyes and lies and lies.” Masculine mendacity is responsible for this reflection on the veracity of your sex. The light in the eyes of woman has been the undoing of men from the time of Solomon to the present. It may be the illumination of truth, the coruscation of intellect, the brightness of a woman’s soul, or it may be the spark that comes with the use of belladonna or cologne, but it is not a prevaricating light. The women of our acquaintance are all truthful; some of them tell the truth when a white lie would be more diplomatic. The unjust charge of deceit in a woman’s eyes brings to mind some of the misleading fashions followed by women which mystify the men who follow the women. Chameleon hair, for example, was a mystery a few years ago when the style and we were younger. A woman would be seen one day with the black hair she had worn from girlhood; the next day it would bear the chemical shade that deluded women have termed golden. A similar disconcerting phenomenon was the varying shades of hair of uneven texture grown on a single (or married) head. Luther Burbank has grown pears and apples on one limb, but he probably never attempted to graft on a single (or married) head three shades of hair of texture ranging from silk to horsehair. 194 In the days of Grecian effects the migratory waist line was mystifying to masculinity. A man would see a girl whose face was familiar, a girl whom he had always considered statutesque, but this girl would be short-waisted, or else have no waist at all. He would stammer in response to the woman’s greeting, and wonder if his eyes deceived him. The style was all right— giving a very chic effect in many cases—but its followers went to exaggerated lengths, or rather lack of length. So many women overlook the happy mean- ing of a semi-adoption of styles. Then there was the sheath gown, an innovation that possessed one re- deeming feature—humor. One vaudevillian said to another that he always laughed when he saw a sheath gown. Why? Because it was simply side- splitting. Incursions into the Kingdom of Feminine Sartorial Mystery en- abled us to solve the problem of a woman’s reaching the interior of those costumes with the molded effect. The mystery was clear when we learned that the women used a shoe horn. The facility with which a woman is able to change from the kangaroo glide to the halting hobble, to meet the exacting demands of fashion, evokes our admiration. Some of us have spent a lifetime in the futile effort to run away from the peculiar walk that nature gave us. lUMimn 195 I dreamed last night I landed on a most peculiar isle, Where fraud was never practised, and where all was free from guile. When people spoke they did not hide the thing they truly thought, But blurted out the facts exact, for cunning caring naught. For instance if some sister proud had for to call a beau, To show her friends how he could dance and flirt and woo, The girls to whom he was displayed would say without a sigh, “1 do not think I ever saw a homelier looking guy.” II And at the social functions it was terrible to hear The girls going around the room and talking loud and clear— You’re looking very plain tonight.” “Your gown’s an awful fit, “How is that room-mate of yours who poses as a wit?” “What brings you here Kersmithers? It is very strange to me How empty headed chumps like you get in society.” “Good night, dear Mrs. Squiggleton; I’ve had a beastly time. Your guests were mostly lemons, and the supper was a crime.” Upon the stump the candidates, no matter what their rank. Here in this lovely Isle of Truth, were not a bit less frank, I heard one making an address before a howling mob, And this is what the teacher said: Oh, she was on the job! “Well, fellow toughs and noble crooks. I’ve come to ask your votes Although I know you’ve no more sense than just so many goats, I ask your votes for office, and appeal to every brute, Not that I wish to serve you, but because I need the loot.” 196 HIMMi IV And oh, the “ads” the Daedalian had! I never really dreamed. Folks anywhere could speak such truth as in those columns gleamed. “Nobody wants the things we sell and so we sell them cheap”— “C. I. A. cars are Bum for Speed, but you should see them creep.” “Our sudless soap cleans nothing well, and when you scrub the floor, With our new ‘nit-clean,’ it will leave it dirtier than before,” Try Banks glue, the gummiest glue that ever you did see— Sticks nothing but the student and right well “Stuck” is she. V I must confess I found much joy in that old Isle of Truth, Although its manners seemed to be a trifle too uncouth. I would have stayed forever, but alas, it could not be, For, at a formal dinner, they gave to honor me— A faculty advisor, to whom I talked as well as ’ere I might, Said she, with such a pleasant smile, when bidding me adieu, I’ve always heard you were a fool, and now I know it’s true.” Revised by B. S. A. T., '15. nnmmn 197 When Woman Won By James Dee Baldwin There was a crash of sound, as the instruments of the Royal Daedalian band blared, wheezed, clanged, detonated. In the intermissions light laughter and jesting of young women, the rasping guffaw and pointless jokes of men, the cries of vendors of pop-corn and peanuts were heard. Occasionally the tinkle of silver coins reached the ear, as popcorn changed hands. Bright colors flashed in the glare of the incandescents. On the surface all was gayety, brightness and care-free, but beneath the holiday air was the consciousness of the seriousness of the occasion. The scene was the Coliseum of the Capital of the United States of Sea-Eye-Ay. The occasion was the election of a president of the great Republic. Yes, children, that was many siestas ago—so long ago that my jokes, now worn and battered, never failed to incite to titillation the risibles of my friends. These same jokes, grown old in service, now provoke only the raucous equine cachinnation of my long-eared friends. Two of the candidates had announced platforms that were designed to win all votes of the once-erroneously-termed weaker sex. These platforms consisted of specious promises and gustatory appeals, calculated to woo and win woman as she had been wooed and won in the days of old when women were wonderfully weak. Paints, perfumes, sweet things, young escorts, tickets to the gladitorial arena, low tariff on sandals and animal skins—these and other things were promised. Everything was promised save those in- tellectual things for which woman had been craving for centuries. Senators Bizzell and Allen, it is said, laughed in the sleeves of their togas as they framed their platforms. Senator Bizzell represented the Pro- gressive party, Senator Allen led the Socialist forces. As they twanged their lyres, these musicians of old, every measure seemed to exhale votes. Voters of the feminine persuasion carefully read the platforms—and smiled. In due time the platform of Citizeness S. Justina Smith, the leader of the Suffragist party, appeared. The planks were such as one would expect to find in the platform of a woman of advanced ideas, but the diction, convolu- tions of thought, and convulsion of phrase, the mingling of nonsense with 198 gravity were the characteristics found in the unpublished work of Scribe. Scribe was the man with the peculiar conception of friendship, his theory being that a true friend should be ready to assist one at any time regardless of the inopportuneness of the hour. It was rumored that Scribe had written the Suffragist platform without the knowledge or consent of the leader of the party, in response to the request of a suffragette who had become alarmed at the delay in announcing the platform. When questioned regarding the matter, Citizeness Smith merely smiled—and her smile might mean anything she elected, as she was known to burn incense on the altar of expression. Just before the battle of ballots, Citizeness Smith commanded Scribe to appear before her. He lost no time in responding, breaking a pair of sus- penders in his haste. At the conclusion of the conference he departed with even greater celerity than was exhibited in appearing. He was the only sour-faced citizen present at the election. The campaign Miss-managers, Misses Clara Larrabee, Janet Mack, and Retta Carroll, represented the candidates of the Progressive, Socialist and Suffragist parties, respectively. Before that expectant throng in the Coli- seum, Miss Larrabee was the first speaker to appear. Her speech was full of verbal boomerangs that produced delightful whacks that caused one to wonder whether she were miss-managing the Progressive candidate or espousing the cause of one of his opponents. Miss-manager Mack's speech was an excellent burlesque on a famous oration once familiar to every embryonic orator of the old days. It was well received. Miss-manager Carroll was a pleasing expo- nent of the use of polysyllables that sound well to the ear, so dexterously ar- ranged that they mean nothing to the intellect—an ideal of speechmaking from the standpoint of the politician. Senator Bizzell appeared with a roar, leaving little clouds of dust in his wake. His speech sounded well. The blandishments of the politician were mingled with the bearing of a gentleman, paradoxical as this statement may seem. So effective was the spellbinding that two of the Socialist henchmen conspicuously deserted their party and went over to the Progressive camp. Had these deserters (or rather converts to a new political faith) been paid by the Progressives they could not have executed their coup with greater effective- ness. At the conclusion of the speech, the Senator received generous applause. nummi 199 Senator Allen, garbed in the toga of his larger brother, then appeared. Whether or not his words will be forgotten by posterity, history will perpetuate the memory of the mammoth red tie that tickled his chin. The Senator handed out the usual line of talk about government ownership of public utilities, elaborated some of his platform pledges, and in various ways sought to in- gratiate himself in the hearts of the populace. Those who were close to the speaker could hear distinctly, but his sartorial decoration—the tie of gen- erous proportions, whose redness was so loud that it drowned his words— prevented the delivery of his message to many straining ears. The speech was good but it was outclassed by the red tie. In that motley sea of humanity was a murmur of expectancy. The leader of all the suffragettes was due, even past due. Why did the divinity not come? A misplaced sv itch and a sartorial wreck delayed the party. The wrecking crew soon restored the switch and temporarily repaired the rents of the train. At last Citizeness Smith appeared. Her dazzling yellow gown, a rope of pearls that encircled the swan-like throat six times, the yellow satin slippers that peeped with Bostonian timidity from beneath the dress, these things collectively and individually shamed the incandescents into a fitful glare of envy. Her 62-button gloves augmented her naturally stately appearance. A psyche knot on the side of her head (outside) looked per- fectly darling. Between outbursts of applause. Citizeness Smith smiled sweetly. Every smile cost her opponents hundreds of votes. A queenly gesture of the leader of the suffragettes silenced the audience. Nothing was hard save the munching of peanuts by a mediative miss in a distant corner of the Coliseum. Except for the rhythmic impact of molars and peanuts, there was absolute silence in that vast enclosure. When words fail, use your imagination. The inadequacy of language in the hands of mere word-mongers is keenly realized by the present writer. The eloquent speaker had every important work in the English and Bostonian languages working for her like abject slaves. These words charmed her auditors, carried conviction, and bewildered her opponents. The smooth- ness of her diction and contradiction delighted the fair voters and exasperated the opposition. She did not merely excoriate Scribe, as she had promised him, for his unsolicited zeal in writing a platform for her party, but her verbal flagellation was a close approach to skinning alive. She needed the support 200 of no man, and—well, as this story is to be printed on paper instead of as- bestos, we cannot reproduce her burning words. She had a platform, she said, with a ring of pride in her words—a platform that had never been touched by the hand of man, although the sandals of man had profaned it; a platform on the planks of which she had stood for at least seven years; a stable platform that required no special planks such as might be sawed and cut by word-carvers of the Scribe type. What was that platform? It was the platform on which she stood as she addressed her audience, now in thorough accord with her. The applause was vociferous as she swept from the platform—her platform. The counting of the votes that were cast that day was a mere formality. Even a child, without the aid of an abacus, could have divined the result of the eloquent address of that wonderful woman. For years S. Justina Smith ruled the republic wisely. Then a strange thing occurred. A handsome foreigner appeared at the capital. In some manner it was rumored that he had known the President ever since she was just a tiny girl. It was said that her diminutiveness as a child was responsible for her name—Justina. Judging from the conflicting reports of the hand- some stranger’s visit, no one definitely knew what transpired after his arrival. A garrulous old man who was a door-keeper in the White House said he knew as much as anybody, for he listened at the door. According to the chatter of the eavesdropper, the conference between the President, and the stranger was an earnest one. In her earnestness, the President disregarded all for- mality and addressed the stranger as George, repeatedly using the title. The foreigner talked with fervor, urging the President to “get out of politics,” asked her to remember the past, and reminded her of promises that she seemed to have made one moonlight night. Whether or not the report of the old door-keeper was authentic, the President called a special session of Congress. She asked to be relieved of her duties, explaining that other duties, long neglected, now called her with an insistence that she could not resist. Very reluctantly the members of Congress accepted the resignation of the President. In any tale it is not necessary to make specific reference to the obvious, and we therefore leave George and the ex-President at this juncture. Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies. lUMiMll 202 Now, who needs help. would try and think it through. 203 ' y ' , f,' .fjt fE congratulate you on your suc- cess and wish you many years of prosperity and happiness, either at work, at home, or in travel We wish to thank you for the splendid pat- ronage that has been accorded us by you and if you do not return to Denton next September, we ask you to kindly tell your friends who do come that we will gladly and efficiently serve them when in need of Shoes, Dry Goods Ready-to-Wear Ladies’ Furnishings C.I.A. Material and College Pennants Wilson-Hann Co. I ! 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CLEVELAND, OHIO The Best Gift ||T WAS commencement week at Nelson Academy. The Seniors were v silent when the others discussed the probabilities of beautiful graduation given the opportunity of attending public school, with the understanding that Pratt was able to give the girl very little more than the bare necessities, but sion to take advantage of the opportunity. It was understood that the girl herself. This was how Texas Girl came to be a senior at Nelson Academy; and ac- Texas Girl wrote loving little notes to her former classmates and teachers, as- Academy. Mrs. Pratt had written that they were very proud of her, and before her door the last morning. Several contained pretty little gifts and r : ;• • how much she appreciated their beautiful gift. She did not ponder long, as the problem was solved for her when she opened the last package. It proved to be a large white box tied with a beautiful blue ribbon. Across the top of the box in raised golden letters were the words, “Texas Girl.” The girl’s heart fluttered with ecstasy at the sight of her own name in golden letters and wondered what it meant. She soon discovered that the box contained “Brown’s Chocolates,” and that the name on it was one of their brands. In- side the wrapper was a note that read: Dear Texas Girl: Mother and I decided we could send you nothing that would give more pleasure than this box of Alumni Chocolates. I earned the money all by myself selling vegetables from my little garden. We want to see you very much, but will have to wait until you come home. Congratulations and love from TAYLOR PRATT. The girl’s joy knew no bounds after reading little Taylor’s note. She wanted to share her happiness with her chums so she tripped out of her room and didn’t stop until every one had been invited. She gave each a kiss and told them that she wanted to make her “Texas Girl Gift” the very best of all by sharing it with them. 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