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

Text from Pages 1 - 370 of the 1919 volume:

a FRIENDLY SALUTE to all readers of this, the Victory Number of the Daedalian. May the perusal of this volume recall associations and friendships formed during our youthful days of 1918-1919; and, in after years, may the perusal make even more vivid those same days and happy memories that will become all the dearer with age. MR. FELIX B. ROSS DEDICATION )the man who possesses distinctive manly qualities ; who is scholarly without being pedantic; loyal without the sacrifice of dignity; whose love of truth and frankness is accompanied by gentleness and sympathy—to such a man the world gladly pays tribute. Such a man the girls of this College believe they have found in thorough instruction, relieved by occa- sional flashes of wit and kindly humor; his close contact with all our College interests; his comprehensive, big-souled outlook upon life—these qualities have him the highest honor in our gift. This Victory Number of the Daedalian is a tribute to him from the Class of 1919. MR. F. M. BRALLEY ancient and well known story of a Greek philosopher tells us how he always carried a lantern as he walked about the streets of Athens. Being asked one day the reason for this practice, he replied that he was looking for a man. Since the beginning of time, there has been a ceaseless search for men—men whom people respect and honor because of their lives of unselfish work for humanity. Now and then such a one is discovered and at once he is awarded appreciation. In the little world that makes up the College of Industrial Arts this expression of appreciation—this recognition of loyal service and warm- hearted friendship to the girls of the College—we give to Mr. F. M. Bralley. He first prepared himself for the work he now does, which, as is often said, “Is his very life,” and he has done, and is still doing, this work with single- ness of purpose and with a humane disregard of our shortcomings. He takes neither himself nor his work too seriously, and, at the same time— more fortunate than all—he never takes us too seriously. His absorption in exacting duties and his very constructive work on all outside as well as immediate interests of the College have not, thus far, made him any the less human. He is simply a sane, honest, plain man, without these words of appreciation of whom, the Daedalian is incomplete. FACULTY Faculty, 1918-1919 OFFICERS OF ADMINISTRATION F. M. Bralley, President E. V. White, Dean of the College Lina Perlitz, Dean of Women Estella G. Hefley, Associate Dean of Women Richard J. Turrentine, Associate Dean of College Jessie H. Humphries, Associate Dean of College C. A. Tripp, Registrar OFFICERS OF INSTRUCTION Willie I. Bikce, Professor and Director of the Department; M. A., University of Texas; Columbia University. Elida M. Pearson, Assistant Professor; B. A., University of Texas; University of Chicago. Ophelia Wesley, Assistant Professor; B. A., University of Texas; University of Chicago. Department of Education Richard J. Turrentine, Professor and Director of the Department; Bachelor of Pedagogy, Missouri State Normal College; M. A., Uni- versity of Texas. George A. Odam, Associate Professor; A. B., University of Texas; A. M., Columbia Uni- versity. Mabel M. Osgood, Associate Professor and Di- rector of Kindergarten Education; M. E., National Kindergarten College; B. S., Teacher's College, Columbia University. Grace Montague, Instructor in Kindergarten Education; Graduate National Kindergarten College. Mrs. Katherine Graves King, Assistant Pro- fessor and Director of Public School Music; Bachelor of Music, Washburn College; Graduate American Institute Normal Meth- ods, Chicago; Post Graduate, Northwestern University; Pupil Mms. Johanna-Hess-Burr. Nina B. Cricler, Associate Professor and Su- pervisor Teacher-Training in Vocational Home Economics; University of Illinois; Department of English Mary Armstrong Shouse, Professor and Direc- tor of the Department; Ph. B., University of Chicago; M. A., Columbia University. Faculty 1918-1919---Continued Department of Hygiene and Home Nursing Dr. Jessie Louise Herrick, Professor and Direc- tor of the Department; M. D., Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania; Graduate Student of University of Vienna, Medical Department; House Physician Women's and Children's Hospital, Detroit, Michigan. Mrs. Ella Jourdan, Trained Nurse; Temple Sanitarium. Department of Languages Lina Perlitz, Professor and Director of the Department; B. A., University of Texas; University of Chicago; L’Institut pour les Etrangers, Paris. Winnie D. Lowrance, Associate Professor; A. B., of California. T. P. Cobb, Associate Professor; B. A., Baylor University; M. A., Columbia University. Helen S. Stafford, Instructor; A. B., State Uni- versity of Kansas; M. A., State University of Kansas; Bible Training in Oberlin Theo- Department of Manual Arts Anna M. Cron, Professor and Director of the Department; Graduate Kansas State Normal, Emporia; Massachusetts Institute of Tech- Kate Lacy, Assistant Professor; Graduate Col- lege of Industrial Arts; Bradley Polytechnic Institute. Gladys Roberts, Assistant Professor; B. S., University of Missouri. Department of Mathematics E. V. White, Professor and Director of the De- partment; B. S., University of Texas. Pauline Davenport, Assistant Professor; B. A., University of Texas. Department of Music Northera Barton, Professor and Director of the Department; Pupil of Harold von Mick- witz, Ernest Hutcheson and Rudolph Ganz in Berlin and New York. Katherine McKee Bailey, Associate Professor; Graduate Bush Conservatory, Chicago; Pupil of Harold von Mickwitz; Pupil of Godowsky Artist’s Class, Los Angeles. Hannah Asher, Assistant Professor; Graduate College of Music, University of Southern California; State Director of Teachers of the Effa Ellis Perfield System. Elizabeth Leake, Assistant Professor; Pupil of Ernest Hutcheson; Pupil of William Sher- wood; Pupil of Arthur Schnabel, Berlin. Selma Emilie Tietze, Assistant Professor; Pupil of Georg Kruger and Harold von Mickwitz; Bush Conservatory, Berlin. Ruby Lawrence, Assistant Professor; Pupil of Wilbur MacDonald, Harold von Mickwitz, Georg Kruger, and C. R. Larmer; B. A., Southwestern University; Piano Graduate Southwestern University. Ellen Munson, Assistant Professor; Graduate of Columbia Conservatory, Aurora, Illinois; Pupil of Harry R. Detweiller and Harold von Mickwitz, Chicago. Albert C. Pfaff, Professor and Director of Voice; Pupil of Oscar Seagle, Paris; Pupil of Von York and Lee, New York. Stella Lea Owsley, Associate Professor; Pupil of Jean de Reszke, Paris; Pupil of Oscar Seagle, and Richard Epstein, New York. Elise MacClanahan, Associate Professor; Pupil of Elizabeth Sherman Clarke; Pupil of Ade- laide Gescheidt; Pupil of Interpretation and Repertoire with Benne Sherek. Lennie May Hallman, Assistant Professor; B. S., College of Industrial Arts; Pupil of Oscar Seagle. Vernelle Allison, Assistant Professor; Pupil of Oscar Seagle. Alma Ault, Associate Professor and Director of Violin; Graduate Conservatory der Musik, Cologne, Germany; Pupil of Ferdinand Carri, New York. Faculty 1918-1919--Continued Department of Physical Education Alice Arnold, Professor and Director of the Department; Sargent School of Physical Education. Eliza Mokcan, Associate Professor; Sargent School of Physical Education; Randolph- Macon Women’s College. Department of Physical Science C. N. Adkisson, Professor and Director of the Department; A. B., Central College; Colum- bia University; Graduate of Bacteriology, University of Louisville. A. G. Koenig, Professor; B. A., University of Texas; University of Chicago. H. G. Whitmore, Associate Professor; B. A., University of Virginia; M. A., University of Virginia; Graduate Study in Harvard Uni- versity. Agnes Sharpe, Assistant Professor; B. S., Lewis Department of Reading S. Justin A Smith, Professor and Director of the Department; Graduate Emerson College of Oratory; Post Graduate Emerson College of Oratory; American Academy of Dramatic Mrs. Clara Jackson Tiffany, Assistant Pro- fessor; University of Southern California. Bernice Hardy Duggan, Assistant Professor; Graduate Emerson College of Oratory. Sarah Frances Rowan, Professor and Director of the Department; B. S., Mississippi State Woman’s College; Columbia University; Cor- nell University, Rural Leadership Course; University of Missouri; Mississippi Agricul- tural and Mechanical College. Department of Secretarial Studies Ruta Douglas, Professor and Director of the Department; A. B., University of Wisconsin; The Gregg School, Chicago. Vlasta Jurcak, Instructor; Toby Business Col- lege; Graduate San Marcos Normal; Nixson Clay Commercial College; University of Annie Romberg, Instructor; B. A., University of Chicago. Department of Textiles and Clothing Adah Henrietta Hess, Professor and Director of the Department; B. S., Columbia Uni- Lillian G. Hoffman, Associate Professor; B. S., Columbia University. Julia F. Tear, Associate Professor; Graduate Chicago Normal College; A. B., University of Illinois. Helen A. Bray, Assistant Professor; Graduate Pratt Institute; American School of Home Economics. Florence Ramlack, Assistant Professor; B. S., Carnegie Institute of Technology. Antonetta Becker, Assistant Professor; Drexel Institute. Edna Incels, Assistant Professor; A. B., Univer- sity of Kansas. Stella Simmons, Instructor; B. S., College of Marguerite Muscrave, Instructor; Hood Col- lege; Skidmore School of Arts. Anna Evans, Instructor; A. B., University of Kansas. Department of Extension Lillian Peck, Lecturer and Demonstrator in Irene Davidson, Secretary. ToiDAEPALIAN IQ kLDERSON DARN I MSB BENNG' BUS8EE EARLE BUROESS JONES EDWARDS HILL ■ 9 DAEDALI AN «9 McELF wBm PARKS SANI SPEARS SARRAZIN SCRIMSHIRE TRISS W1NKLEMA1 WILLIAMS iiiiisi Ii Bowles, Esther__________________Denton, Texas H. A. Major D. A.; Denton Club; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B. Esther has a roly-poly face, bewitching eyes, and one of those inseparable qualities which many girls envy—curly red hair. This red hair crowns some very powerful gray matter, how- ever. It is said that she has a massive intellect if she would only use it to its fullest extent. In all, she has a great future as a modiste. A seamstress, never! ;I9 PAEPALI AWjjO| Earle, Emma_________________________Waco, Texas H. A. Major D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; Student Assistant in Clothing. This child is the type of innocence for she hath the mein of a cherub and the patience of a Griselda. Contrary to the natural law govern- ing domestic tranquility, she and Edna are room- mates that are congenial and both have sworn to each other the vows of celilacy. Emma often looks toward Waco with longing, dreaming eyes, possibly with vain regrets. Eason, Margaret_____________Tyler, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; Y. W. C. A. She is such a good woman that she scrubs her knives with cork after every cooking lab.; she prefers to make Orange Pekoe to Maple Parfait because the recipe calls for more intric- acies in manipulation. She has just naturally developed an artists’ love of touch involved in handling the tools of her industrial art. VICTORY HUMBER Edwards, Bess--------------------Denton, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; Vocational Home Eco- nomics; Y. W. C. A.; Student-Assistant Librarian. Now this young girl is as wise and as digni- fied as three owls—in fact, she is the College owl when it comes to studying at night. Often after 1:00 a. m. she can be found with the shades pulled down, continuing her night’s study. Con- cerning her attitude toward the braver sex, we ask no questions, but infer: “ Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Foster, Janie Lou___ H. A. Major D. A. ----------Denton, Texas Denton, Texas, M. E. B. Janie Lou—quite quaint in manners and in style. Quite unassuming, yet very much missed when away. As soon as this educated life is over, she is going to compile and edit 9 volumes on “The Teaching of English Literature as a Lucrative Profession.” After that time she is going home to stay at home, and live and live, and live—et cetera, et cetera. This Human Minerva never made below A but once in her life—but that time she went clear down to 70. Lucy doesn't know the differ- ence between a hemmed patch and a mitred corner because “the books don’t say so.” Again Lucy is too frank for her own welfare; she is always making mistakes but they are the kind of breaks men like. Frequently she attends dansants at College Station, and—well—person- ally, we should like to meet a man so perfect H. A. Major D. A.; Chaparral; Cooke County Club, President; Y. W. C. A.; Kodak Editor Daedalian; Song Leader. W VICTORY HUMBER □ 1 m 1 I a SUue ot | the (v)eDuv • I OWo S reacL 'V jjjf rw ,f| ! BflrccTvu•. £ t)oe.3b't Procure V SiuflPI Lacy, Mary-----------------------Denton, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; V. H. E.; Vice-President Denton Club; Chaparral; A. A.; Y. W. C. A.; Student Assistant in Library. A bread and butter lady is usually supposed to lack spice, but this one doesn’t. We some- times wonder why, and we are inclined to believe that it is because she gets so many of those “perfect love letters which are like cream puffs with a drop of dynamite.” Little, Reba-------------------------Clifton, Texas Reba was officially elected to be the most attractive girl, but considering general sentiment here, and the number of letters she receives from France, we believe the title should be the most popular girl. She takes photography, but she makes tintypes instead of kodak prints. Hopes to awake some day in the near future to find herself the famous proprietor of a hand painted tearoom on Fifth Avenue. McKinney, Nan----------------New Castle, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; President, Press Club; M. E. B.; Literary Editor, Daedalian; Y. IP. C. A. Now Nan is a character that requires a great amount of study. Even in the wee sma’ hours of the morning the lights in Brack. 202 burn. She’s dense but she fairly revels in nutrition and chemistry. Considering her converseley, she auburn hair, and all that. ’Nuff said. Three on the string at once! Lucille is often taken for a timid “fish”—so innocent and bland-like is her face. Her sobriety and stability have made it possible for her to sew through four long years. She has a habit of day dreaming, but upon what subject we can’t guess, unless it’s some case of “it might have been.” fill If ■ 9-PAEPALIAW110 Shepard, Aline_________________Quinlan, Texas H. A. Major D. A.; Y. W. C. A.; Athe- naeum Literary Club; Press Club; A. A.; President, Texas Intercollegiate Press Association—1919; Editor-in Chief 1919 Daedalian. Miss Allie Shepard—far renowned for her inimitable gift of appearing what she is not—a model young woman with a high moral sense. Officially connected with Big Business—we hope so!! Noted throughout the State for her inten- sive and extensive vocabulary and for her pro- found knowledge of French. “On her ’scutcheon, there’s only two flecks, And they is these—her two eye-specks.” —From Lines by Miss Piper.” .Dallas, Texas A.; M. E. B.; i a curly-headed, light blonde, rom at least two of her many She has taught school long une from uniform; wears two- traveled widely; has been to y, and, after all, it has come n is a mere C. I. A. girl. Her :e a benediction. IP DAEDALIAN Club; Y. W. C. A. jhe picks your chicken for you when you in “Dem.” Who said that a friend in need a friend indeed? She goes to Baylor dances Now this young lady is another of the kinky headed blonde type who has gained an excessivt neaciea Dionae type wno nas guinea an excessive amount of knowledge through absorption solely. She is a connoisseur in the art of cooking and eating all she cooks. In fact, it is not infrequent that her neighbors leave the table while they yet are very hungry. She’s all right when it comes to grades, however, which is more than some people can say. and brings Baylor men to C. I. A. banquets when many men are needed. Again—who said a friend V1CT® � Y NUMBER JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY It all began a long time ago when the brilliant lights which compose what is now known as the Junior Class were scattered through the different high schools of the state. But the trouble was that others did not know about it—even the wise men of C. I. A. did not know it. They were not in the least prepared for us, and as a result we have had to carve out our existence alone. Yet we have demonstrated the fact that basketball is vitally important, and that on the height of a flag might hinge the safety of lives. We have brought into existence the elusive Junior privi- leges, the glories of Junior Day, and the twenty-four-day term at “Dem.” These are our glories. Here we are, scarred a little by numerous contacts with almost overwhelming obstacles, it is true, but here nevertheless—we present ourselves: The Self-Made Class! y Allison, H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A. h'a D. S ; Y. V.C. VICTORY NUMBER O.fPAEDAUAH O Bess Barnf.tt____________________________________________________ Literary; Y. W. C. A.; Athanaeum; Student Assistant in Biology. Equally in love with Ty Cobb and Hunt County. .Lone Oak, Texas Mary Bingham. .Texline, Texas Literary ; M.Y ¥ C A. Lady Duff Gordon and Theda Bara in one—in her i i estimation. Jaunita Bridges. .Sulphur Springs, Texas H. A. D S.Ty. W. C. A box from Cumby. .McAlister, Oklahoma Kate Broadnax. Literary; Press Club; Y. W. C. A. One of those innocent K-K-K-Katys— Nellie Bryson_____________________________________________________ H.A.D.A.; Y. W. C.A.;M. E.B. While she is not cranking her mysterious Ford, she is coming to school. Ruby Cahill Long__________________________________________________ H. A. D. A.; Chaparral; IPest Texas Club; Y. IP. C. A. A wedding ring was the only ring that she could hear. .Austin, Texas Maurine Cannon--------------------------------------------------------------------------Lufkin, Texas H. A. Major D. SM. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, Treasurer; Junior B. B.; A. A. Maurine may someday invent a new set of Physics laws. Gertrude Carter-----------------------------------------------------------------------Mercedes, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; Kindergarten Club; M. E. B.; President of Y. IF. C. A. She occupies a place in our midst that is as hard to fill as it is to describe. Mamie Grace Carter-------------------------------------------------------------------Sanderson, Texas Manual Arts; Student Assistant in Manual Arts; Y. IF. C. A. Some day she will be a potter. Irene Childers---------_--------------------------------------------------------Fort Worth, Texas Literary; Pre. ident of Fort IForth Club; A. A.; Chaparral. She was drawn to C. I. A. by her love of society and the fact that she has made good is everywhere evident. Margaret Clark------------------------------------------------------------Broken Bow, Oklahoma H. A. Major D. A.; Y. IF. C. A.; A. A.; Chaparral. She has been an assistant in Textiles and Clothing; hence, knows the thrills. Hattie Cleere------------------------------------------------------------------Madisonville, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; Y. IF. C. A.; A. A.; Chaparral. Takes the cookery course and whenever given her choice, chooses “Cookes.” DAEDALIAN Ruth Dean-------------------------------------------------------------------------San Antonio, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; Chaparral; San Antonio Club. This Rock of Gibraltar has stickability if nothing else for both Miss Darrah and the Cafeteria. Ruby Dixon__________________________________________________________________________Bellevue, Texas Literary; Y. IF. C. A.; M. E. B.; A. A.-Baseball Manager. A juggler of Latin. Eleanor Dowden____________________________________________________________________San Antonio, Texas Irregular; Chaparral; San Antonio Club. VICTORY NUMBER] ■ 9 DAEDALIAN io -Whitesboro, Texas Mary Feidt. H. A.Major D.A.;Y.W.C A. Digny Feidt but wears curls very often. Gladys Farrell_________________________ H. A. Major D. A.; M. E. B. “Good-bye, proud world, I’m going away! .Edgewood, Texas .Sonora, Texas Eleanor Fields. . A. MajorD. A.; M.E. B. ; Y. The Caruso of jazz music—“ja-Da!” -Rosenburg, Texas Lena Foester------------------------------------------ H. A. Major D. A.; Y. W.C. A. She plans to go “a-Gypsying” on the Road of Romany. Elizabeth Fraley-------------------------------------- Literary; Vice-President Chaparral; Y. W. C. A.; She demands a choice seat at banquets. .Ladonia, Texas .Bonham, Texas Henrijo Gale- H. A.Major D. AY. W. C. A.; V. H. i As time goes on, she goes to Sunday School. 'QDAEDALIAH Mattie Gandy..---------------------------------------------------------------------- .Austin, Texas Vice President M. E. B.; Vice-President Y. IV. C. A.; Students’ Council. If it were not for the bushiness, this head would resemble that of a Greek goddess. Mattie Gibson---------------------------------------------------------------------San Antonio, Texas H. A. Major D. A.; San Antonio Club; Y. IV. C. A. Her feet are the feet of a dietition. Thelma Ginn---------_----------------------------------------------------------------Granbury, Texas Carrie Goodrich— — --------------------------------------------------Mount Pleasant, Texas Literary; Press Club; Literary Editor of Daedalian Quarterly; M. E. B. If much hair denotes strength, then I am mighty. HUMBER I9 A DAEDALI AN ; «0 Esther Graveley. .Farmers Branch, Texas H. A. Major D. A.; y7 'C A.';'a?A. Emily Guthrie. H. A. Major D. S.; Chaparral President; Y. fP. C. Talk to her for five minutes and you’ll know Arthur. Pansy Hall_ H. A. Major U.S.; M E li ;Y W C . Ay, A.A Behold another whose affinity for A. and M. is evident. Nell Harris. -Denton, Texas H. A. Major D. A.; M. E. B.; Y.W.C'a. I’ve been told I’m fair and that I still look your Elizabeth Harris. Literary; Y. IP. C. A. ‘The world loves aesthetic dancers; love me then; I’m that. io, DAEDALI AH.fio She has such chubby jaws and chins. Louise Harrison_______________________________________________________________Denton, Texas H. A. Major D.A.; A . E. B.; Y.W. C. A. Johanna Harrop----------------------------------------------------------------Denton, Texas H. A. Major D. A.; Y. W. C. A. An interior decorator by choice and profession. Marion Hill-----------------------------------------------------------------McKinney, Texas H. A. Major 1). A.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. Too quiet for this earth. w 1 H. A. Major D. A.; M. E. This is the original Nadine—a 5.; Y. r. C.T; A. H. A. Major D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Nora Johnson To ' DAEDAL IA H; IQ Ray Johnston__________________________________________________ H. A. Major D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; Trea, President Lowry Hall. The day was not made for study; the night was made for sleep. Ardella Jones_________________________________________________ H. A. Major D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. She wears Sophomore colors unwittingly. Sadie Jones___________________________________________________ H. A. Major D.A.; Y. F. C. A.; Chaparral. __________Van Alstyne, Texas A. A.; Students’ Council; .Galveston, Texas Katie Lee Kennedy_______________________ H.A. Major D. A.; M. E. B.;YJT.C. A. Fanabel Hull___________________________ .Marlin, Texas .Carthage, Texas H. A. Major 5. A. ; Chaparral; Y. W. C. A. More romantic in temper but less in name than Anabel Lee. Mrs. Jessie Loden. .Nacogdoches, Texas H. A. MajorD. A. ;Y. W C. A M. E B. She works buttonholes before she cuts them out. Annie Lois Pullen_______________________________________________________________ Kennedy, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; Chaparral; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. Thelma Rabb_____________________________________________________________________Lone Oak, Texas Expression; Athanaeum Club; Dramatic Art Club. Privileges equal in value: Getting to meals on time or sitting at Table 35. Sue Ransome____________________________________________________________________________Bastrop, Texas H. A. Major D. S.; A. A.; Press Club; Y. W. C. A.; Chaparral. She says it rots Dem. porch to scrub it every morning. pf DAEDALI AN SOPHOMORE CLASS Loui i Leicham, Preside CLASS OFFICERS Quarter I -----------------------------------------------------President MATTYRUTH Corlett________________________________________________Vice-President Winnie Taylor---------------------------------------------------------Secretary Lera Dr, Quarter II _ l reasurer Prpiifl ptif Katie Dickie _ _ Edna Saunders. _ _ . Vice-President Sprgpnnt n! A r,„ c Quarter III Prpcirlpnt Annie Wolfe __ _ Flete Staley. Bess Halstead Sergeant-at-Arrns Motto: “Climbers’ Colors: Red and Gr Flower: Ivy SOPHOMORE CLASS I am quite sure it must be awe inspiring to the crows who reside in our orchard to see a solitary light flash from a certain dormitory window at 3 o’clock in the morning. Perhaps they do not know that just as “Pigs Is Pigs,” “Orders Is Orders,” so with cries of derision, they scream: “A Sophomore, a wise fool!” In the meager- ness of their education, they do not realize that in the course of human happenings the August Sophomores absolutely must have their complex annals penciled. To begin, the Sophomores are here and are very likely to remain here for two or three years—maybe more. They were here last year and some of us were here even several years before—but—as Preps! The apple greenness of our early college days has changed to golden wisdom. We have graduated from short full skirts and are now moving with difficulty in the land of “Longtighthobblem.” We have journeyed from Lera to Louise and with Shirey and Dickey as lookouts in the seats of the mighty we are sailing on to the port of “Earnedrest.” And so—here is the: END of this poor effort to glorify the Sophomores, but it is decidedly not the END of the Sophomores themselves. Idabel Cabaniss ■ 9 j PAEPALI ANf IQ .1 . i DAEDAL IA N;K PREPARATORY CLASS EEK and ye shall find” was the principle which guided “little Preparatory Annie”—several of them, in fact, to C. I. A. in the fall of 1918. The extreme awfulness of those first homesick days was equalled only by the — sight afforded on the first day we all came forth arrayed in the bright colors of the uniform. After we learned that the term “big sister” did not necessarily denote flesh and blood relationship and that matriculation was not an alumnae banquet, we got on famously. We were frankly democratic, and when asked which member of the faculty we liked best, one representa- tive member of the Preparatory Class quite honestly replied: “Uncle John.” The writing of our autobiographies, and the expression of our first impression of C. I. A. proved rather embarrassing problems, but we are capable of solving even greater ones. For instance, one girl in our class says she can prove that a certain member of the faculty has a heart! We have been very fortunate in the selection of unusually capable officials for the class. These girls have served us faith- fully and well, making our class no longer the baby class in importance, even though it may be such in age. We can (given enough pennants and Harrison Fisher pictures) make a room a marvel of interior decoration. We have survived the intric- acies of Greer, Wentworth, and Pancoast, and in 1923 we shall be able to say with Robinson Crusoe: “I came; I saw, I con- quered.” VICTORY NUMBER DAKER.J BAKER.A ■ i IICKWELL DECKER BROWN BURGON BROOKS FINNEY BOULDEN CASPE-RY BUSSEY VICTORY NUMBER 10 DAEDALIAN THE HOMEMAKERS CLASS Mrs. J. R. McAlister__________________________________________________President Mary Dwiggins____________________r-------------------------------Vice-President Estell Montgomery_____________________________________________________Secretary Ruth Adams____________________________________________________________Treasurer Class Motto: “What we attempt we accomplish.” Flower: Chrysanthemum Colors: White and Gold The Homemakers Class of 1919 is composed of twelve loyal members. Even though the number may seem small in comparison with the other classes of the College, nevertheless the members have, through steady and diligent labor, gained a clear conception of the home with all its responsibilities. Since this class has been in the College for only one short year it cannot recount with vaunting pride many victories won in athletic contests of various kinds; and yet it did play its part in the celebration of the victory of victories on November 11, 1918. The Homemakers Class of 1919 has written its imprint large in the minds of all its teachers—in fact, in the minds of all those with whom it has come in contact. Its written history would not fill many volumes, but the old proverb, “Happy is that people whose annals are brief.” is exemplified in this class, which in remembrance of the happy useful year of 1918-1919 can truthfully say: band can ne’er be broken, VICTORY NUMDERl HOME 19. DAEDALIAN 10 ADAMS. e DARLOW.M CASWELL. C COLLIER.F DURHAM. D DGYGR.MRS.M FINNEY. M.G. GARRISON. E LESTER.S MANNING. I POWELL. I RUTLEGG.A SANDERS. SCHNAQLY.W SUGGS. YOUNG. S DAEDALIAN VICTORY NUMBER] GERADY GROVE HABERLE HALL HARMONSON DAEDALIAN THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION Ruby Alderson_______________________________________________________President Gladys Dansby__________________________________________________Vice-President Analois Pullen______________________________________________________Secretary Ray Johnson_______________________________________________________ Treasurer Katie Dickie______________________________________________Basketball Manager Jack Briscoe_____________________________________________________________Yell Leader Nell Herblin_____________________________________________________________Song Leader The purpose of the Athletic Association of the College of Industrial Arts is to further the interest in all indoor and outdoor sports which will add to the aim and interest in college life, stimulate strong but friendly rivalry, and to develop fair dealings, self-direction and control. Under the management of the A. A. athletics have come to the front at C. I. A. during this year as never before. The A. A. tries to reach every girl and even the ones who do not take an active part are asked to be right there at all the varsity and interclass games. Membership in the A. A. entitles you to a ticket admitting you to any interscholastic or interclass competition held at C. I. A. during the year. The point system, which is being tried out this year, means that the school letter will stand for an all round athlete, and it means that an opportunity will be given to anyone who wants to work for it. You may win a sweater in one year; you may have to work for four years. But in either case you will be proud to be seen wearing one. Following is a list of the various ways in which points may be won. In addition to these points girls are awarded numerals for making a team in volleyball, basketball, indoor baseball and tennis. Section I—Any girl winning fifty points shall be awarded a white coat sweater with a red C. I. A. emblem on it. Section II—Points to be awarded as follows: Members of squad in volleyball, basketball or indoor Taseball, ten; member of team in volleyball, basketball, or indoor baseball, fifteen; members of the winning interclass championship in volley- ball, basketball, or indoor baseball, an additional two points; winner of class championship in tennis singles, five; winner of school championship in tennis singles, additional two points; winner of class championship in tennis doubles, five; winners of school championships in tennis doubles, additional two points; five-mile hike, one; ten-mile hike, three; no girl may get points for more than fifty miles per year; grade of 95-10 in P. T., per term, three; grade of 90-95 in P. T., per term, two; grade of 85-95 in P. T., per term, 1; girls who make varsity squad, twelve; girls who make varsity team, fifteen; these girls will not be allowed to play on class teams. VICTORY NUMBER VICTORY NUMBER (UMBERS And Riders |(3p. GALLANT C. I. A. VARSITY SQUAD DEFEATS S. M. U.—SCORE 24-13 On Friday evening, February 6, at C. I. A. the gallant squad of the Varsity met, fought and conquered the noble hosts sent against them by S. M. U. When the spectators repaired to the scene of battle, the gymnasium, the blue and white uniformed hosts were found marshalling their forces and preparing for the big battle to come. Much preliminary enthusiasm was manifested by the supporters of the two teams in the yelling. It was a noticeable fact that there was a splendid kind of friendly rivalry but no trace of bitterness between the opponents. The first few minutes of play showed the teams well matched in weight and reach. It was evident that an advantage for either side must result from endurance and skill. The superiority was soon apparent, and the first half ended with the score 11-19 in favor of C. I. A. The second half was a repetition of the first fifteen victorious minutes, leaving the home team the victor with a score Because of the fact that this was the first intercollegiate game for the C. I. A. team and the fact that its first game was a signal victory over an opponent as excellent as the team of the visitors is recognized to be, enthusiasm ran to an extremely high degree among both students and faculty. of 24-13. C. I. A. LINE-UP Forwards, Bates and Hensley Centers, Wight and Wight Guards, Taylor and Killough SCORES C. I. A.. C. i. A.. C. I. A._ C. I. A.. C. I. A.. .24 S. M. U.. .13 S. M. U._ .17 T. W. C.. .44 E. T. S. I .39 T. W. C- E. T. S. N______________29 .24 At Dallas, March 1 .33 At Fort Worth, March 10 .29 At Denton, March 10 .13 At Denton, February 6 .16 At Denton, March 8 VICTORY NUMBER ‘Red” Rambin Goal Maurine Canon Katherine Trout Goal Bert Murphree Center Helen Baird Ray Johnson, Captain Center JUNIOR BASKETBALL TEAM Soph Soph Soph SOPHOMORE BASKETBALL SQUAD VICTORY NUMBER Louise Liecham, Guard Clyde Davis, Goal Annie Wolfe, Guard Ann Johnson, . Center Lila Price, R. Center Avis Slaughter, Forward Clara Price, Guard Mary Ellen Tisdale, R. Center Laura Mueller, Forward Flete Staley, Forward Jack Briscoe, Guard SCORES FOR INTER-CLASS GAMES ■ 9.i DAEDALIAN, IQ r J (Carlock Forwards |TliEADAWi, Centers Strube Guards] ’|Yarbroi FRESHMAN BASKETBALL TEAM Athletics in Dem. Cottage Toj DAEDALI AH 19 THE ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION OFFICERS Mrs. Hettie Mulkey Reinhardt____________________________________President Miss Vera Foreman---------------------------------------------Vice-President Miss Lottie Owsley_________________________________________________Recording Secretary Miss Nellie May Mills------------------------------------------Corresponding Secretary Miss Lovie Jeter___________________________________________________Treasurer Mrs. Pearl Blow Harris-------------------------Custodian of the Memorial Fund The Alumnae Association of the College of Industrial Arts is an active, wide-awake organization. More than ten thousand girls have attended the College since its first year (1903) and more than one thousand of them are graduates. A scholarship fund has been founded and is now in active service at the College. A publication is issued quarterly by the members of the Alumnae Association. At the annual meeting of the Texas State Teachers’ Association the Alumnae Association gives a luncheon for its members and their guests. Every year during commencement a business meeting is held and the officers for the ensuing year are elected. The annual Alumnae ban- quet is a feature of this occasion. Every alumnus may be got in touch with through the office of the vocational counselor at the College. Alumnae are urged to notify the vocational counselor of their change of address, so that the Association may keep in personal touch with every member. We are the Alumnae Association of the largest women’s college in the Southwest and every graduate should be a member, and once a member, always a booster. VICTORY NUMBER! 191 DAEDALI AN '0 STUDENTS’ COUNCIL 1919. MONG the organizations of the College, that of the Students’ Council stands supreme and pre-eminent. In one thing it is unique; it is the only organization possessing the membership of the entire student body. It is the upholder of student rights. It has merited and received the support of twelve hundred girls throughout 1918- We can truthfully say that this season, for the first time in the history of the College, the council has been placed on a new basis. It has become an organization to which the students look for aid, and not one they fear. The council we have had this term has shown itself to be especially efficient in getting the love and support of the entire student body, and it has been so efficient in the administration of its duties that the president of the College has seen fit to place under its jurisdiction some important matters which have hitherto been the work of the faculty council. Because of this new attitude on the part of the student body and of the faculty, we feel that the College of Industrial Arts has gained a clearer conception of the words “student government” and has made, in the year 1918-1919, a big step in strengthening and developing the system of student government in this College. VICTORY NUMBER; IPALDWIN CASS COFFIN GANDY GRAVELY JONES MCCRAVGY MORRIS 19DAEDALIAN IQ YOUNG WOMEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION Miss Hefley, Advisor That our Y. W. C. A. had incorporated into its being some of the spirit of Him for whom it was named, we tried to show by the welcome which the big sisters gave the little sisters at the first of the year when college life seemed hardly worth the living, and when the realization came that really “there is no place like home.” The handbooks which the Y. W. C. A. distributed were a most valuable help to the new girls. In addition there was a number of entertainments given by the Y. W. C. A. for the new girls. The first was the promenade given by the big sisters for the little sisters. This was followed by festivals of some sort on each of the gala days of the year, having as their purpose the bringing of the student body closer together. In every way the Y. W. C. A. has had a very wide field of endeavor this year— it has sent delegates to several missionary conventions, and to the National Students Y. W. C. A. which met near Chicago in February. It has sent delegates to Hollister during the summer sessions. It has made possible missionary courses—a series of lectures on Russia, a series of lectures on community service, and a round-table discussion for those girls who expect to enter into active missionary work at home or abroad. It has made it possible for a number of noted speakers to visit the College, among whom were Madame Bernard and Mr. Harry White. In our weekly meetings, held every other week in the living rooms of the dormitories, and every other week in the Auditorium, we have striven for both intellectual and spiritual uplift. However, in doing our best to help in the little thing close at hand we have not failed to remember the great work to be done elsewhere, and for several years we have been supporting a missionary in China. In all our little activities, in order that no selfish aim might enter we have endeavored to keep in our minds these words of our Master: “And whosoever will be chief among you, yet him be your servant; even as the Son of man come not to be ministered unto, but to minister.” VICTORY NUMBER! PAEPALIANiQ .GANDY .HARRISON KII3GR MATTHAEI J MCCRAVGY PARKS AIKEN ACKERMAN BALDWIN CARTER CURTIS MARQUESS Morris VICTORY NUMBER T PAEPALIANfi CARTER CALHOUN MONTAGUE FOREMAN SLAUGHTER WILLIAMS VICTORY NUMBER AVANT BALDWIN KINDERGARTEN CLUI 0 DAEDALIAN PRESS CLUB Nan McKinney______________________________________________________________President Mildred Tribble___________________________________________________________Secretary Helen Coffin______________________________________________________________Treasurer PRESS CLUB REPRESENTATIVES FROM THE COLLEGE OF INDUSTRIAL ARTS TO THE 1918-19 TEXAS INTERCOLLEGIATE PRESS ASSOCIATION Aline Shepard-------------------------------------President of Association Alma Spears-------------------------Corresponding Secretary of Association Nan McKinney---------------------------Voting Delegate From the College Leta Mae McCravey_________________________________________________Delegate Lois Brownfield___________________________________________________Delegate HE Press Club is the honor society of the College. It was organized in the spring of 1910, the third college press club to be organized in the state, and the first woman’s club to become a member of the Texas Intercollegiate Press Association. The object of the club, broadly stated, is the advancement of the cause of journalism in the College, and has had as an ultimate end, the establishment of a chair of journalism at the College. The club has also had, as one of its aims, the raising of the standards of literary achievement among the students of the College, such achievement having as its reward membership in the club. The club is composed of thirty members of the student body having grades of A in English, and an average of B in all other subjects, and the unanimous vote of all members of the club. No student having an F on her College record is eligible for membership. The work this year has been a study of the mass of war literature published during the last four years. The war poems, novels, letters, magazine and newspaper articles, and all other forms of war literature have been taken up according to the outline given in the year book. The entertainment of the Texas Intercollegiate Press Association has been another very delightful feature of this year’s work, and has added very materially to the pleasure and profit derived from this year’s program. VICTORY NUMBER! SPEARS SHEPARD PARKS MATTHAEI TALLEY TRIGG THOMPSON SMITH MAVERICK TAYLOR RANSOM M'CRAVGY VICTOirr MUMPER 19 a PA E PA LIA N; 10 Leta Mae McCravey Frankie Maverick Thelma Lucas Willie McJunkins Beulah Robinson Carrie Goodrich Mabel Talley Lucy Harrison Maurine Thompson Kate Brodnax Roberta Clay Beatrice Matthaei Christine Taylor Sue Ransome Edna Saunders Clyde Davis Eloise Trigg Aline Shepard Fay Piper Mildred Parks Jessie McElrath Lois Brownfield Helen Coffin Nan McKinney Maebelle Smith Mildred Tribble Alma Spears PRESS CLUB ROLL THE ATHANAEUM LITERARY CLUB ATHANAEUM OFFICERS i« DAEDALI A N ITS a SCHNASL' pq JIOENT LTHOUGH it is the youngest of the three literary societies of the College of Industrial Arts, the Athanaeum Literary Club is by no means the least important. The club had its origin February twenty-six, nineteen hundred and eighteen, when the crowded condition of the Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club and Chaparral Club made the organization of ; club advisable. Three girls from each of the other clubs were selected i nucleus for the new club, and a club, well deserving of its dignified name, and the same time not lacking the spirit necessary for a wide awake, progressive society, we Realizing that success depends upon quality even more than quantity, the club requires an average grade of B as a prerequisite to admission as a member, and the membership is limited to fifty. This arrangement insures a membership consisting of some of the strongest students of the College, and enables the club to do the good work it has accomplished this year. VICTORY NUMBER THE CHAPARRAL LITERARY CLUR CHAPARRAL CLUB OFFICER? GUTHGBIE- ppesioont DESG BURG ICE-PI E . The Chaparral Literary Club was organized in 1904. Each year has marked an advance in this society, this past year being no exception. In fact, unusual enthusiasm and interest have been manifested during this present year. The purpose of the club is not entirely social, yet many social affairs have been given during the year. Meetings are held twice each month and an instructive program is rendered. Russian Literature was selected as a course of study for the year, which subject has proved to be a source of interest and inspiration, and has resulted in a very successful year for the club. From the beginning, the club has been represented each year at the annual convention of the Federation of Women’s Clubs. The club gave three scholarships this year, thus making it possible for three girls to attend college who, otherwise, might not have been able to attend. The motto of the club, which is “Let us pride ourselves on the thinking of high thoughts, the achieving of great deeds, and the living of good lives,” has been manifested in the every-day lives of the members of the Chaparral Literary Club. VICTORY NUMBER WICHATA COUNTY STOKES MARCUS SHARPE ■ 9 i DAEDALI A N: 9 AUSTIN CLUB GANDY CALDWELL MEDEARIS McDONALD JOHNSON NUTTER ■ 9 DAEDALIAN 10 NESSBAUM DG5ENBURG FOSTER MALL CA.C03 1 mm club f'l JOHNSON KARNER Mc CRAVEY PY URN WALLACE WILSON VICTORY NUMBER THE CLEBURNE CLUB Lorena Feagin______________________________________President Angie Phillips________________________________Vice-President Mary Cleveland---------------------------Secretary-Treasurer MEMBERS Lorena Feagin Muzette Payne Olive Wilson Mary Cleveland Lona Honea Angie Phillips Alice Bledsoe Gladys Gerard Ina Baird Martha McCoy Gladys Bounds ORCHESTRA VICTORY NUMBER l APLKESi -DEE- I-IS WILSON 4B4M! COUNTY CLU5 £ a a MONTGOMERY PlCK'ETT PULLEM RUMMAN RUTLEDGE. A RUTLED6G.0 SPARKS WOLFE YGARY 5T1HE West Texas Club has the distinction of being the largest club in =||| school. It is proud, and, has right to be, not only of its large ® number of girls whose homes are scattered all the way from the SI Panhandle to the Rio Grande, but also is it proud of the ease with which these girls have learned to forget the western winds, long western trails, broad western prairies, and real horseback riding for at least nine months at a time and settle down calmly to a seige of study in what is to them, really and literally, one of the eastern colleges for women. It is with extreme gratefulness, too, that the so-called eastern women welcome the acquaintance and the introduction of these Occidental literary people and their Occidental literary achievements. EN RESUME i HE shadows of the past have become the stem realities of the present. The tremendous flood which overran the fields of Belgium and all but washed the walls of Paris; which snapped the foundations of Russia till that great edifice crumbled; which threatened almost every other nation with the same fate—that flood has broken and receded upon itself. England has not been forgotten; but, beyond all measure our love for France shall be, since in her bosom we have hid our treasure sleeping now so far from home. In naming the fifth book in the Victory Daedalian, we would name En Resume— letting it for many a day commemorate the works of hands that fumbled to the treacherous wire. To schoolgirls the name sums up all—all of reverence, all of gratefulness, and all of love for France and home and Alma Mater. There are memories of college days that can never be struck from life’s days. One’s memory of literary efforts, of efforts to be beautiful, to be sociable, or even to be humorous are quite as well included in the summary of it all as is one’s memory of November the eleventh—when all tyranny subdued and liberty and peace renewed. Aline Shepard VICTORY NUMBER jiiiiiiiiHimiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiHii lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllNIMilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll HiiiiiniiiHiiiimiiiiiiHiimiiniiniimiii 4848480000010000010000020200020001020100000100020101024853234823010201004853 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim 534800020100012323484801000101020201020201000102000200020201010202010202020000 iimmiiiimimiimiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim riTOI AEPALIAH|Tjf ip i DAEDALIAN 10 JUNIOR-SENIOR BANQUET On March 1 the Junior and Senior Classes forgot their past feelings and clasped hands over the festive board. Jointly these two classes enter- tained their friends with an informal banquet. The artistic decorations of green and gold served to make only more impressive the orchestral music. The following delightful and varied program was given: Toast Mistress__________________________________Willie McJunkin Welcome Address___________________________________Toast Mistress “Rank”____________________________________________Aline Shepard Dance_________________________Misses Mildred Palmer and Mary Penry Rt� nRincr Rl|ocja ® “Men” Mildred Parks Response The following menu w as served: Cheese Canape Roast Turkey Oyster Dressing Cream Peas Duchess Potatoes Apple Jelly Hot Rolls Olives Peach and Banana Salad Wafers Maple Parfait Macaroons Coffee Salted Nuts 19 DAEDALIAN «0 February 5 Oscar Seagle very gracious- ly gave two programs this evening. After the program the Institutional Management Class aided in entertaining tion. They also cooked his supper at 11:30 p. m. Valentine is appropriately celebrated by the students and faculty members at a Colonial dance. To be allowed to dance until 11 p. m. is a new feature, and all enjoy the privilege. Another victory for our Varsity to Fort Worth and acknowledge de- feat. Our team never lost a game VICTORY NUMBER DAEDALIAN fiO The Press Club entertained the T. I. P. A. delegates at the home of Miss Fay Piper on Congress Avenue on the evening of April 10. A very attractive buffet supper was served at eight o’clock in the beautifully appointed dining room to about fifty guests. The menu was: Chicken Salad Lettuce Sandwiches Stuffed Olives Stuffed Celery Salted Nuts Basket Cakes Coffee Bonbons As a fitting culmination of the two days of enjoyable entertainment that had gone before, the annual banquet was held on the evening of April 11 in the Cafeteria of the Household Arts Building. The local Press Club members and visiting delegates had as honor guests President and Mrs. Bralley, Dean and Mrs. White, Dean Perlitz and Miss Hefley. The program was as follows: PROGRAM Welcome Address___________________________________Aline Shepard, Toastmistress Solo___________________________________________________________Miss Hallman “Alliteration”___________________________________________________Southwestern Vers Libre_____________________________________________________________Baylor Cathedral Chimes____________________________________________College Orchestra The Toils of a Literary Boa Constrictor------------------------------T. C. U. Occidental Literary Elements__________________________________________Simmons “Censorship”_____________________________________________________N. T. S. N. “Spring Fancies”______________________________________________________Trinity Duet—“Sambre et Meuse”______________________Mlle. Mars and Madame Blocher “Pen Weights”--------------------------------------------------------T. W. C. Revelations__________________________________________________________C. I. A. The banquet menu was: Grape Fruit Cocktail Roast Loin of Pork Apple Relish Candied Sweet Potatoes Escalloped Corn Tomato Salad Cheese Wafers Strawberry Mousse Cake Coffee VICTORY HUMBER THE INFLUENCE OF THE RELIGIOUS UPHEAVAL OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY ON THE WRITERS OF THAT PERIOD By Fay Piper a] BOUT the second decade of the Nineteenth Century, there came into existence a movement, too late to make its influence felt in the writings of Wordsworth. Shelley, Byron and Keats, but early enough to mold, to some degree, the thoughts and feelings of later writers; to instill into the soul of Arnold that degree of doubt which mothered the sad-voiced children, the lingering sweetness of whose tones has evolved one of the most perfect echoes of greatness; to produce, in the philosophizing mind of Carlyle, the gigantic struggle which gave birth to a soul history. This movement was religious in its nature. It was the combined force of new ideas, political, social, and scientific. The French Revolution had set in motion a political upheaval that threatened the power of the crown everywhere; likewise, it marked the death of servile submission to church and creed—Reason was the new light raised in the French capitol and it shone with a brightness that dazzled the eyes of the old unquestioning religious faith. Science had electrified the world w'ith certain discovered facts, and had then doubled the shock with certain theories—Darwin’s “Origin of the Species,” for example—at the same time stretching man’s credence to the breaking point and forever hurling him from his old self-satisfied, unquestioning position. The literary world of the period mirrors this movement clearly. An outline of its reaction to the new influence might be as follows: Dickens and Thackeray show practically no response. Though it is probable that Eliot felt the effect (her biography, at least, seems to indicate so), there is only a shadowy reflection in her works of religious disturbances. Carlyle, on the other hand, is a perfect mirror of the age, in so far as this upheaval is concerned. Tennyson and Browning show that they felt its influence somewhat; Clough also—7 while the lesser poets, Rossetti, Morris and Swinburne, show a certain reaction to it— or rather, away from it. Arnold’s poetry is vibrant with the doubts and questionings of the age. He, like Carlyle, felt intensely the spirit of the religious upheaval. Taking, then, the authors who seem to reflect the movement—Carlyle, Tennyson and Clough might be grouped together in the similarity of reaction to the spirit of the age. This group is representative of the man who doubted, who struggled long for his faith and finally regained it. In the case of Carlyle, “Sartor Resartus” best tells the story. We have the picture of his spiritual struggle, from the time that he first cast off the religion of his boyhood up to the point of the Everlasting Yea, from the depth of despair to the ecstacy of realized faith. Of the former, perhaps no better expression is given than in the following quotation: “Doubt has VICTORY MUMPER, Tq DAEDALI AN fTo to a final triumph of faith i Christ is yet risen.” There is a second group of men, more related than the foregoing, who show no direct influence of religious upheaval, but rather a reaction away from the spirit of materialism which followed it. Those men are Rossetti, Morris, and Swinburne. The whole tenor of their poetry is due to the feeling that science, progress and evolution were standards of materialism, and that only by returning to past centuries, could they find the beauty and ideals that they sought. The mediaeval spirit which exists throughout the works of each of them, as portrayed in representative poems such as “Sister Helen” by Rossetti, “Riding Together” and “The Defense of Guinevere” by Morris, and “The Pilgrims” by Swinburne, can thus be indirectly traced to the religious upheaval. However, since there is no direct reflection of its movement in this group we need not deal further with these now. There remain two men, who stand at the extremes of the movement—one as the monument of eternal faith, the other as the monument of eternal doubt. These men are Browning and Arnold. The latter is the one man of the period who never regained the faith that he lost. Throughout all his poetry there runs one note—a feeling of uncertainty, of emptiness, a wavering, anguished doubt. Perhaps no one poem better expresses this spiritual unrest than the following lines from the “Lyric Stanzas of Empedocles.” “Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins. And never sees a whole; Looks once and drives elsewhere and leaves its last employ.” Again, there is no more exquisite expression of doubt and pain in all literature than the melancholy “Dover Beach”— “The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, with-drawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down to the vast edged drear And naked shingles of the world.” In contrast to Arnold there stands out Browning—a white light of splendid faith. Speaking of Browning Phelps says “No one has ever believed more rationally or steadfastly in the future than our poet; and his optimism is based solidly on VICTORY NUMBER i9iDAEDALJANiO THE PEACE CELEBRATION the annual contest of 1919 in The Tt That august group commonly known as the student body of the College has been called upon to celebrate on numerous and various occasions. It has chattered gaily over Christmas; it has caroled joyously and collectively on Thanksgiving; it has howled lustily on Washington’s birthday, hut on November 11, for the first time in its history, .it was called upon to assist in the celebration of the world’s great peace day. All thoughts of rest and quiet sleep were banished from the minds of the students at the most unearthly hour of 4:30. But what bells can ring too loud, and whistles blow too long on peace day? It is said that a few of the more youthful members of the student body awoke with the horrifying conviction that the Germans were at last upon them, but the greater number of the valorous maids donned kimonos, and prepared to do their bit in adding to the din, incident to the signing of the armistice five thousand miles away. The first event of the day took the form of a parade. The leader of the march carried the flag; she was followed by a patriotic band. The instruments were unique, but all who heard the “strains” will testify that the “musicians” were wondrously efficient. The flagbearer and drum-mistress, were ably supported by relays of combs, pans, and brushes. After this signal feat of patriotism, the revelers adjourned to their rooms, where they dressed themselves hurriedly, if not efficiently, and prepared to take part in the grand parade through the campus and down the city streets to the public square. Leaders were soon found who were willing to undertake the task of marshal- ing the throng through the crowds that lined the dim streets, and these responsible ones so well performed their duties that they brought the venturesome platoons home in triumph for the seven-o’clock breakfast. To give this meal a spice of militarism, the flag was raised in the dining room amid the clapping of hands and the applauding voices of the excited girls. All stood at attention for a moment in respect for the things for which the flag of America has always stood. Directly after breakfast the girls proceeded to chapel, where they heard announcements concerning the march to be made in the afternoon. They then adjourned to meet at the gigantic flag-pole in front of the Administration Building for the flag-raising. America and its principles have been first in the hearts of every citizen of our country for the last two years, but these girls must surely have VICTORY NUMBER' iojDAEDALI AH gathered to themselves more of love and reverence than ever before as they watched the great flag rise slowly to position, and realized that they were raising the emblem that meant more than life itself to those in whose honor they were gathered. If- any one should have been so far misguided as to believe the students uninterested in civic affairs, he would have been vastly enlightened if he could have seen the long lines of blue-suited, black-capped girls swinging past in the grand parade staged at three o’clock Monday afternoon. Two floats tastefully arranged and three representatives of the Allied nations, England, France, and America, led the procession. The twelve hundred students of the College followed and the faculty brought up the rear. At six o’clock the weary patriots repaired to their dormitories for dinner, and then staggered forth in pursuit of other modes of celebration. Their wants were soon satisfied by a bonfire on the campus. Snake dances were indulged in and autocracy was condemned and burned. After the execution the tired, but happy revelers gathered around the fire and sang the songs that the boys in France and the people at home still love in spite of their age. The flames died down unnoticed while the chorus was singing “Pack Up Your Troubles.” In the fading light of the embers the clear voices of the happy girls rose in that perfect expression of a full heart, “When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day.” There was no call for further song service. Each girl went to her room with a thankful heart and a memory of : blissful “perfect day.” Lois Brownfield ■VICTORY NUMBER HAZARDS OF FATE By Lois Brownfield (The second state prize-winning short-story; submitted by the College of Industrial Arts in the annual contest of 1919 in The Texas Intercollegiate Press Association.—The Editor; “The war,” I said, “marks an epoch, and no man can go through it unchanged.” “The war,” announced my grandfather firmly, “is an incident, and it makes no material difference in the heart of our manhood.” “And what do you think, Captain Manning?” I asked, appealing to the figure seated across the fire from me—a soldierly figure, straight and strong, yet curiously broken, carrying always with it that ineffable pathos of the blind. Apparently he did not hear me, for he leaned over the fire and stirred the coals as if he realized that they had turned to embers, and the dark room had no other light save their ruddy glow. I repeated my question, and he turned to me a face scarred and sightless, but alive with the lights of memory. “I can best answer your question with a story—or if you will pardon an old man’s reminiscences--------.” The Captain spoke in the steady, even tone that we all had grown to love. Only in times of excitement or stress did he return to the old vernacular of the cowland that he had known so intimately. Those stories of Texas life and customs were ever a source of delight to us. My grandfather settled far back into the depths of his black leather chair and folded his hands. The Captain stared intently into the fire, as if he saw and pictured there the things he would relate to us. The shadows of a late winter twilight shrouded us, leaving the room in a mystical darkness. Only the Captain’s voice seemed vital, real, as he bent above the glowing bed of coals and told his story. “It was twenty-five years ago that we first met, out in the sage on the trail of some T. 4 strays. I had just gotten back from Kansas City when I was sent out on that searching jaunt, and I hadn’t heard of the new men that’d been signed on; so our meeting was something of a surprise. I’d built up a little mesquite fire, and was frying the bacon in my skillet, and boiling my coffee in the tomato can I had picked up back on the trail. I guess I was feeling pretty lonesome, knowing I had just the longhorns for company. Anyway, I was plum grumpy. And then, suddenly, he was outlined there in the little circle of light cast by my camp fire. And someway, I realized before he said a word that we were going to be good friends. I waved my sizzling skillet at him and offered him one of my five cigarettes, which is the same in Texas as saving a life, or promoting eternal happiness. “I believe that friendships grow faster and last longer in the sage than any other place in the world. Why, before we’d eaten our supper I was loving that kid VICTORY NUMBER ■ 9 DAEDALIAN, like he’d been my own brother, and before we’d rolled out our slickers and blankets and gone to blinking up at the stars with our cigarettes between our lips, I’d come to the conclusion that I’d found what I’d been looking for all my lazy, no-account, life—a sure enough pal.” The blind man’s voice became soft and tender as he said these words. A reminiscent light played over his face. “Nothing ever separated us for very long after that night in the sage,” he continued. “I was placed in charge of the southern ranch house that month, and the boy was given to me for a rider; so I got my chance to prove him. And I found him mostly true gold. That was one of the coldest winters that the plains has ever known. One big norther just waited until the last one had blown itself down before starting out on a new hunt. We rounded up the cattle early in the fall; day after day they shivered around their feeding grounds waiting for the mite of feed we had to give them. “After the feeding was over for the day, we drifted into the habit of playing cards by the little fire in the kitchen. We always played for little stakes, but I could see that Bill’s eyes would light up at the thought of a game just like we had thousands on the table. I didn’t think much of it at first, but I began to remember the stories he had told me of the time when he had won the marbles of the low first at “crayon- ante,” and of the time when he had bet his lunch on the fall of a dice cube that one of the older boys had picked up in the street, and I worried. “But the winter drifted along, and I forgot the little tinge of vague uneasiness that had taken hold of me at the sight of the kid hunched over his cards with his face set and his eyes flashing. “Spring came, and we rode into town for the first time in three months. We’d planned an awful jolly time because all the boys were in Gomez after the spring roundup, and the big barbecue was coming off next day. “I lost sight of Bill while I was unsaddling, and it must have been three or four hours later that I broke away from the boys that were carousing over at the Hill House and walked across the square to the little White Hope saloon. Something must have told me to go quiet; though I wouldn’t have been heard through all the bustle and confusion. I walked right through the front part of the place, and stepped through the little door at the back of the bar. It was there I saw the boy. “He was sitting there crouched over his cards, and his eyes were following the men at the table with those swift, keen glances of the initiated gambler. His cheeks were flushed with excitement; his black hair had fallen over his forehead; his fingers were shaking as he piled the stacks of chips on the table in front of him; and in his eyes, hard and bright and steely blue, I read his complete surrender to a spirit more dominant than the desire for drink—the lust for gambling. “I turned and walked away without his seeing me. I knew that my pal was in the hands of something too strong for me or him to cope with. I have seen that look on the faces of a few men before, and those men today are either wealthy or dead or in prison. Gambling is something that roots into the hearts of some unlucky VICTORY NUMBER! victims, and finds its outlet in everything they do. That was the way it was with Bill Kennedy.” His voice trembled and his brow contracted. “After that night, we often went together to the room back of the White Hope. I was with him on the night that he lost all his summer earnings on the flip of a card, and I sat there powerless and could not help him. When it was over, he rose and passed out laughingly, taking me in tow on the way. To the men in the saloon, the affair was finished. It was the first time he had ever lost heavily, but they knew that he would always be game. “But that night as we were riding home under the stars, paying no attention to anything save the smoke of our cigarettes, and the creak-creaking of our saddle leathers, Kennedy turned and laid his hand a moment on the pommel of my saddle. “ ‘Old man, I’ve given it up,’ was what he said to me. But I thought of the scene back in Gomez on the night of the spring barbecue—and I shook my head there in the darkness.” The Captain sat so long silent before the fire that we thought his story finished; so my grandfather said: “But the war. Manning, the war?” “I am coming to that. I was just unraveling the skein of my thoughts. You see, I was wrong about the boy. He never played cards again. But in a way, I was right. Gambling was in his blood, and he had to have an outlet. At first, it was the races; then he tried the lottery—and always he won. I sometimes think that if he could have lost heavily as he had done at cards, things might have been different. Then I think of the look on his face as he made the moves of his game, and I know that he was marked to play one part to the end. “At last came the opening of the Oklahoma oil fields, and he gambled joyously with the stocks and made his fortune. His was an eternal quest after some hazard for his wealth, some new game of chance that he had never played. “So it went until the word came South that the Canadian men had enlisted for the fight overseas; that American manhood would march beneath a foreign sky. That was the day on which Kennedy came to me boyish and jubilant, satisfied with the world, and at peace at last, to tell me that he was going North to enlist. “ ‘But why? Why of all people should you risk your useless neck?’ I shouted to him. ‘This isn’t your war.’ “ ‘Oh! I’m not thinking much about that part of it,’ he said to me. ‘It looks like a pretty good chance for me to tag along and see the world with plenty of company, and besides that’—his eyes had grown young and blue again as they were in the old ranch days on the plains—‘I figure it’s the biggest game a man can play, and the stakes are pretty near the limit.’ “So we went. I reckon it would have taken a bigger thing than war to separate us two. Canada was needing men, and because we’d had a little bit of soldiering, and because of a little extra schooling in the days before we went to punching cattle, they made us officers. I know I used to feel a little touch of pride every time I granted a leave or returned a salute, but I don’t think Bill ever felt that way about it. If he did, he never showed it. I remember the day that our sailing orders came. We were looking at the big Union Jack that floated over the field. “ ‘I wish it could be the old Stars and Stripes we’re going over under,’ I remarked. “ ‘Why so?’ Kennedy said, ‘it’s all a gamble of nations with world domination as the stakes. I’m glad the old U. S. is out of it. Maybe if she comes in later, it will be to even up the deal.’ And that was the spirit in which he went to war.” Again the Captain halted, and sat quietly in his chair as if thinking of something in which we could have no part. The little clock on the library table ticked the moments slowly away, but no one interrupted until the Captain pulled himself back to tbe present, and began his story again. “I remember wondering if the struggle had changed my pal. I can see now the absurdity of that. We were placed with a division of French troops and given a sector that has since become famous. Our orders were to guard Verdun. We were in the front line trenches below the town when the storm of attack first broke. I can hear the deafening crash of the guns and the shriek of the shrapnel even now. I shouted orders which no one heard, and gave commands which no one obeyed. All was forgotten in the suddenness of the German attack. “At the last, we were forced back into the second line of trenches, fighting all the way. We knew that our only hope was in a counter attack, and we settled ourselves to wait. Quiet had come out of the bedlam that had reigned, and in the midst of the silence I saw Kennedy rise and climb to the top of the trench. The men shouted to him to come back, but he paid no attention. Only for a moment he was outlined there in the red glare of the light guns and the white flare of the star shells; then he slipped away into the night, leaving me to wonder at the instinct that leads a man to jest with life, and risk it upon a play of fate. “For fifteen long minutes we held ourselves quiet in fear, and then he returned to slip quietly into the trench with us, but I heard him make his way back to the telephone and advise an attack at dawn. None of us ever knew more than that of that midnight excursion, for our orders soon came, and we were whirled into preparations.” The Captain gazed into the dying fire with his sightless eyes, a glorified expression on his face. “I am glad that that attack is the last memory that can come to me in my blindness,” he murmured softly. “I want to keep always in my mind the sight of those ghostly figures lining silently out of their trenches and filing away into the darkness. And most of all I want to keep clear the face of my pal as he walked beside me, carefree and happy, and unafraid, throwing down his challenge to fate, and daring her to call the deal. “The fire out in front had begun. We could hear the steady, droning shriek VICTORY MUMPER . i i9 DAEPALIAN 10 of the shrapnel as we ran forward. I couldn’t think of the danger until I felt him stop and wheel at my side. “ ‘I’m down and out a minute. You go on and give ’em hell,’ he called to me as he crumpled by the way, and I choked out a ‘good-bye’ as I ran on and left him. “And then, not twenty feet away, I got mine from the bursting shrapnel. There wasn’t any pain, just a kind of shock, and the feeling that everything was black. I could think of just one thing—to get back to my friend—so I crept back along the way I had come, calling his name over and over. “I found him there where he had fallen, torn and twisted from the pain, I knew, but brave and unvanquished as he was all through his life. “ ‘You’d better leave me and try to get back to the lines,’ he said as I leaned over him. ‘I’m not much good for anything more.’ ‘But I can’t go back without you,’ I told him. ‘Come on and let’s try it together.’ “But he refused. ‘They’ve got me good and proper, and I’m not half sorry. It’s time I settled up with the world and paid her for all the fun she’s given me. You go ahead and leave me to square my debt.’ “He was quiet for so long that I thought he must be gone, but at last he stirred under my hand, and said in the drawling voice so peculiarly his own: “‘The. joke’s on me, ain’t it, Tad? We knew we were taking the chance when we signed, didn’t me? I thought it was a big game, and I’m glad I was in it, even if my luck didn’t hold.’ “Again he stopped, and I felt that he was looking back on life and laughing at himself and at the fate that had dared to call in his last hand. “ ‘Yes,’ he mused softly, ‘I’ve lost pretty heavy, and it’s up to me—to be—game.’ “It all went black after that, and I never knew the end. Someone came and took us in, and they propped me up in the windows of the big service hospital, so that I could hear the salutes that were fired below in the churchyard where they buried my pal. “No one saw him ‘go out,’ but I know that he was game to the last, and that he died unafraid, with a smile on his twisted lips, and his face to the leaden sky of France.” There was a long silence in the quiet room. “But had he changed?” I cried. The Captain smiled, but made me no reply. On the hearth one last flame leaped up; then sank again into a burnt-out ember, leaving the room in utter darkness. VICTORY NUMBER THE SENIOR’S BRAIN S I am a prep in the College of my choice, the possibilities of my ever being a Senior are forever on my mind. I admire the Senior as the height of all creation and regard her as the fountain-head of knowledge. Now it is said that whatever is on a person’s mind is very often pictured in dreams, hence my dream which I now write, of the contents of a Senior’s limitless brain: I found myself in a large white room where the surgeons were making preparations for dissecting the brain of a Senior. The head surgeon explained to me that it was a task which he dreaded very much. He had always had such weird and awful impressions of a C. I. A. Senior that it was with unusual trepidation that he now attempted the dissection. We noticed first the outer appearance of the brain. It was covered with windings and numerous indentations. These are what we had expected to find, since learned people (and so a Senior is to be classed) have many deep wrinkles in their brains. This brain had a sort of haze around it which gave it the feeling of distant coolness. While the surgeon was holding it in his hands and marveling at the wonderful brain of this deceased Senior, the outer coating slipped off, and it proved to be very thin, much to our surprise. The part of the brain that was now left was noticeably smooth and shiny, and we could find no trace of a wrinkle. This was very much of a puzzle to us, as we had thought that all of a Senior’s abundant knowledge would surely make deep wrinkles in her brain. After finding such peculiarities, we were very anxious to see what else might be on the inside. The surgeon had inserted his knife, preparing to cut the brain half in two, when it burst with such a loud noise that we were severely shocked. The surgeon explained to us that the hot air and vapor which had been tightly compressed, on escaping, had caused the noise. This undertaking was getting more interesting with each discovery. The whole air of the room in which we were was that of wonder and gruesomeness! After we had had time to collect our senses we noticed that all trace of the former huge brain had vanished, and the surgeon was examining a very small object. It was so small and so smooth and so slippery that it was truly phenomenal. There was only one indenture on the whole surface of the remaining brain, and upon observing it very closely, we saw that it was in the shape of the letter I. This letter I seemed strange, and yet, as we thought, it cast a ray of enlightenment on our minds. DAEDALIAN IQ A NYMPH OF THE WOOD OF FANCY By Beatrice Matthaei A FANTASY—ONE-ACT PLAY Characters A wood nymph, Geraldine. A talking monkey, Monkedine. A young, princly looking man, Greno. A wolfish looking animal, Wolfsnabird. Other talking birds and animals. Scene: An autumn day in the land of Fancy. Geraldine, clad in a beautiful flowing dark blue purple gown, is standing underneath one of the gorgeously autumn colored trees. She is holding a queer little monkey, Monkedine, on her outstretched arm. Beside her is Wolfsnabird, so named because he has a horn which is a large bird, and toes, one of which is formed like a snake, and another like a bird. Wolfsnabird has an evil look in his eye. In the tree tops and on the ground are magnificently colored birds,, chirping and singing. Animals, all queer looking, are found among the birds. Geraldine gently places Monkedine on the ground and goes towards Wolfsnabird and speaks to him. Geraldine: Dear Wolfsnabird, wilt thou take me for an airing above the tree-tops? It seems to me I’ve stayed quite close of late. Wolfsnabird (in a deep voice which he tries to make sweet and gentle) : Indeed thou art right, Geraldine. (Geraldine does not notice Wolfsnabird’s manner. She jumps on Wolfsnabird’s neck, waves good-bye to her friends, and Wolfsnabird, with a graceful swing of his tail, conveys Geraldine far above the tree tops. They are heard but not seen.) Geraldine: Dost thou know, I do believe we are traveling faster than the four winds. Oh, ’tis great! But hark, stop a bit, didst thou not hear the voice of gentle South Wind? Wolfsnabird: Yes, so I thought. 'VICTORY NUMBER) South Wind: Geraldine, do not go too far away from thy Wood of Fancy, or thou surely wilt be sorry for it. (Geraldine is rather frightened at South Wind’s serious voice.) Geraldine: Take me home, dear fellow, as quickly as thou canst. (Wolfsnabird does not seem to hear Geraldine. Instead he flys more swiftly than before.) Geraldine (in a frightened voice): Oh, dear, dear Wolfsnabird, do take me home! Mother hast so often told me to mind gentle South Wind, for she knows all things. (Geraldine is on the verge of tears. In fact a tear drops on Wofsnabird. This tear burns him and forces him to descend. Geraldine jumps off of Wofsnabird, who is rather sulky, but no one notices him. All the birds begin to sing and fly about.) Geraldine: Well, art thou truly so glad to see me? All: Yes, yes! Geraldine: But where is Monkedine? (She looks all around.) Monkedine (from underneath a pile of red, orange and yellow leaves): Here I am, Geraldine. I’ve been waiting for thee. I thought thou hadst left us when thee rose above the tree tops with Wolfsnabird! Only listen to the birds sing, Geraldine. (Geraldine has been pouting a little, but when Monkedine speaks to her she becomes very happy, and rushes to take him in her arms.) Geraldine: Thou art mine own Monkedine. Oh! What hast thou in thy hand? (Monkedine opens his hand and gives Geraldine a magnificent emerald.) Monkedine: I found it ’neath the orange leaf. List, is it not telling thee something? Geraldine: Yes, so ’tis. Oh, Monkedine, it says someone is to join us just as the moon rises—hark! What more did it say? The Emerald (in a wee voice): Beware of Wolfsnabird. Geraldine: Didst hear that, Monkedine? And I thought Wolfsna- bird was our friend! Monkedine: Geraldine, I have known otherwise for a long time, but thou wouldst not listen to me. (Geraldine looks very downcast. Monkedine taps her gently with his little paw and speaks softly.) VICTORY NUMBER To (DAEDALIAN: Monkedine: List, Geraldine, thou needst not be afraid, but a moment ago The Emerald whispered something else to me. Geraldine: Oh, what was it? What was it? Monkedine: It was that thou needst not be afraid of Wolfsnabird if thou wilt tell him no, in terms quite firm, when he with thou desirest to rise above the tree tops. He will then leave you quite alone. (Geraldine thanks Monkedine, and lifts him into her arms. She seems to be very happy as she and Monkedine discuss The Emerald’s first message concerning the coming of the guest.) Geraldine and Monkedine (together): Oh, list ye happy birds and animals, ye leaves and flowers, too. Some one is to join us as the full moon rises. This one, at first, will quite timid be, and will on Wolfsnabird desire to rise above the trees; but if we show him all, he’ll soon quite happy be. (All are startled by the rustling of leaves. A brave, princely looking young man, Greno, approaches. When he sees the strange yet beautiful group he grows unnaturally timid, but manages to speak. He does not see Geraldine.) Greno: Can you tell me where Geraldine lives? All: Here in this wood with us. Greno: Here with you? (Wolfsnabird approaches Greno, and just as Greno makes a nervous effort to get away on him, Geraldine emerges from behind a tree and speaks in a firm voice.) Geraldine: No, Wolfsnabird, no! (Wolfsnabird looks at Geraldine in surprise and humbly walks away. Geraldine, smiling charmingly, comes toward Greno with outstretched arms. Greno bows in a most princely fashion and suddenly seems unafraid.) Greno: So here I find you, Geraldine! Geraldine: And is it not a delightful place? Greno: Indeed it is. Geraldine: Thou wilt learn much here. Come, Monkedine. (Monkedine jumps upon Geraldine’s arm and holds out his soft paw to Greno, who pats Monkedine, places him on the ground, and gently kisses Geraldine.) VICTORY NUMBER! 10 DAEDALIAN Greno: May not your Wolfsnabird convey times? (South Wind answers in Geraldine’s stead.) South Wind: No, Greno, no. (To Geraldine): Beware of Wolfs- nabird. Let someone who loves thee and thy Wood of Fancy convey thee at times to other places. And remember, ’tis only when thou lovest this wood that thou canst be happy. Greno and Geraldine: Indeed, this is a happy agreement. 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C., considering chivalry, appreciation of movies, salary, good looks, uniform, style of moustaches. 6. Give a detailed synopsis of Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales” stressing the origin of the violent crush problem in detail. 7. Trace the influence of Mrs. Alpha Behn’s “Orokona” on Salvation Work a la doughnuts. 8. Give some “Pepy” quotations from Bunyan’s “Pilgrim’s Progress.” 9. Give in detail the dimensions of the foot-print in Robinson Crusoe.” 10. (a) Give the size of Porter House Steaks served by the chefs in Lilliput. (b) What was the color of the one eye of the one-eyed people in “Gulliver’s Travels.” 11. What is your idea of a perfect gentleman? (Notes on Rochester in Jane Eyre.”) Compare Rochester and St. Elmo. 12. Place briefly: Jane Eyre, Dere Mabel, Tom Jones, Billy and the Major, the Vicar of Wakefield, the Old Oaken Bucket, Ivanhoe, Katzenjammer Kids, Henry Esmond, Becky Sharp, Tom Sawyer, Captain Kid, Horatio Alger, Robinson Crusoe, Good Housekeeping, and Elmer Tuggles. 13. What was the color of the green spectacles mentioned in “The Vicar of Wakefield?” 14. Write a novel of not more than 300 or less than 299 pages. PLEDGE I solemnly swear I haven’t told anything I didn’t know, got anything I couldn’t get, or given anything I didn’t have, on this___day of_. Anno Domini---------------- VICTORY NUMBER Benchley, Texas, August 22, 9005 Dear Mama:—how are you. I’ve ben haveing a good time But a little hom sick. Im coming hom—tursday with drandma. tell papa to meat ous at the train. I went down to spend the morning with Mr. Meeds yesterday. Goodby Your Dear Lucy hello Marjore Who would have thought it of Lucy? He i Who e(ft the 3«u.n4. o j of the((i)rt � 1 i aviation and his principal job day long. His best girl back home wrote: Dearest Jim:—Oh, it is wonderful to think of you flyir doing all those Wonderful things, Etc., etc. Jim didn’t intend to drop in the girl’s estimation; he answered thusly: Dearest Girl:—-This life is wonderful. I am now in full charge of Irish monoplane and am running it fifteen ho VICTORY NUMBER Simple Simon met a pieman On the way to chow. Said Simple Simon to the pieman, “This is luck, I vow.” The pieman made a clearance sale And Si spent all his pay, And lost his well-earned rep of being Such a simp that day. Jack and Jill went up the hill To get a pail of l’eau. Jack fell down and broke his crown. (Too much vin rouge, you kmrt 19 DACPALIAH 19 Ill 5] r' J PWlifcn. Ht ±e.� jfewlo«w ve.®.dfi. i a . ‘ ar: , A J 4 e WadVosPcRacftS A fou.iv jaw — P || pJppy An«i He Aala dl o s so -sai- H -f- 3 WJu . tWOUe c. li KiH - ■ £ l i Psil Yttlleft” Fnst B)BtK' Te-RiiVS XihccL In, In+e l Q CA EXPLAINED ’22—The idea, my napkin is damp. ’21—Perhaps that is because there is so much due on your board.—Chaparral. NATURE OF HER GLANCE “You do not speak to him?” “No,” replied the scholarly girl. “When I passed him I gave him the geological survey.” “Geological survey?” “Yes. 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