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

Text from Pages 1 - 408 of the 1920 volume:

It is ourtmxyose in. pukliskm the iQ2o Daedalian not so muen to exeel tkat wkick kas been--- clone before, as to characterize- as fairly as possible the life of- - the entire sekool tkis year, to portray not onjy the environment in wliioli we live, kut tke kakits and the activities of those vehp make uy tkis reat student b°by. Claes mates, if perusal of these pa ps in later ears • reminds yon of kappy experienees and dean old d ys of 'Cl. A. .,our elforte sliall not kave keen iri Miss Jessie H. Humphuie: Dedi icatiott She lias hept at heart the best interests ofmir colletfp sinee its hhutdin vShe has placed her love %r the rls of(Mexas ah ove -personal ambitions. She has made the lives of the students richer fy her friendship. Miss Jessie fi.Ihmj' the class of 192o, in tribute, dedicates this volume Mr. William Stanton Bonoik JS a token of appreciation this page of the 1920 DaedaUan is dedica- ted to Mr.William Stanton Donoho. a professor whose gen- ial courtesy, sympa- thetic helpfulness and understanding heart have endeared him to the students of the College of Industrial Arts5 President F. M. Bralley BOARD OF REGENTS COLLEGE OF INDUSTRIAL ARTS MR. J. H. LOWRY. President HONEY GROVE MISS M. ELEANOR BRACKENRIDGE, Vice-President SAN ANTONIO MRS. WILLIAM CAPPS. Secretary FORT. WORTH MR. J. W. SULLIVAN. Treasurer MR. WALTER D. ADAMS MR. SAM P. HARBEN RICHARDSON a a sees mmistraticm 2VtUetic8 Cfenizations ml OWMKMON Ane J i MR. E. V. WHITE Dean of the College Jl Ii MISS JESSIE H. HUMPHRIES Associate Dean of College and Vocational Counselor MR. RICHARD J. TURRENTINE Associate Dean of the College -I h Department of Household Arts J L mJ L J L English Ii J 1 Ki'udiiiU J Ii J L J L J Ii Assistants in Administration J Ii 9TUDBHT ASSISTANT? BROWN CAILLET CLAV COLEMAN COLLINS THOMAS DEWITT DYEIR GOODRICH GRAY CRAVEL'I HALLAM HARRIS HAWRINS LEICHAM J Ii 'c r r r [ I, A C([' i' (MfUm I IV J rr S? 5EniDR KfeYf E leaned on the white balustrade | of Bakhara, the girl of my old class ) of ’20 who is ageless, and I who had renewed my connection with the past through the witchery of our meeting. Below us, in the market place of Port Said, the representatives of the world went by unheeding, while she spoke of our work-filled, happy school days that we wished were back again. Those four years for our class were gay ones, filled with days of work that were lightened by many pleasures; tasks that gave us a training we have never forgotten; and friendships we have guarded through the years that have passed in forcing us t the fact that We were significant because of the fact that we were the only class without a mascot, but the omission of this personage never thwarted or detracted from the honors that we gained for ourselves or the laurels that we held in lit- anon, President erary fields. The ignominy thrust upon us by authority juniors to give up publishing the annual, was more than effaced by ire witnessed the first Senior privileges. Our class can never forget that landmark, though our hair be grayer than it is today. The effect of our strug- gles we have handed as a legacy to the girls who throng the campus of our Alma Mater after us. And we have left to each girl of the class of ’20 the gift of a mem- ory that will last throughout the years; memory of friends we loved, of work well done, of school life that cannot come again, for the class of ’20 who have found another work to do. I J I Esther Hughes Gravley, B.S., Farmers Branch Household Arts, Domestic Science. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Y. W. C. A.. Athletic Association, Student Assistant Foods and Cookery. r less good things H. A. building. king good grades a Ira Gregg, B. S..............Ada, Oklahoma Household Arts, Domestic Science. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Y. W. C. A. Her particular type of beauty is the Cleo- patra, but Jhe metaphor is only skin deep, as top weekly, and p lods tdy leagueward, w tlj ft, J % J L Margaret Hawkins, B. S.............Hamilton Nadine Holcomb, B. S...........Whitewright Household Arts, Domestic Science. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Athletic Asso- ciation, Y. W. C. A., Student Assistant Chemistry. re not repaid for her r zeroes in chemistry clergyman, or forty Billikin. This never Household Arts, Domestic Art. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Y. W. C. A., College Orchestra. With domestic dormitory first! M ft. Eunice Jenkins, B. S.................Denison Household Arts, Domestic Art. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, V. W. C. A., Athletic Association, Assistant Office Dean of Women. Myrtle Jennings, B. S...............Luling Household Arts, Domestic Science, Chapar- ral Club, Y. W. C. A., Athletic Associa- tion, Treasurer Senior Class. intangible unknown: Not nutty, because she has been exposed. Has a monthly attack of good intentions but successfully downs all budding ambitions to become a student. Nevertheless A’s and It’s neatly sprinkle her card every term. J tu V.3i7“ , sfSsgss Chaparral Club, Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, Alh- J J Gamma Marquess, B. S.................Calvert Household Arts, Domestic Science. President Y. W. C. A., Press Club, Mary Eleanor Brackenridge. Beatrice Matthaei, B. S.............Bellevue Fine and Applied Arts. Press Club, Vice- President Art Club, Mary Eleanor Brack- enridge Chib ,Y. W. C. A., Student Assist- ant F. A. A. ft, ii Mary Ogburn, B. S.......................... Household Arts, Domestic Science. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Athletic Asso- ciation, Y. W. C. A. Bess Poe, B. S..........................Carbon Household Arts, Domestic Science. Press Club, Athletic Association, Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Y. W. C. A., Cabinet. J L J Bi Analois Pullen, B. S............San Antonio Household Arts, Domestic Science. Press Club, Chaparral Club, Y. W. C. A., Ath- letic Association, Karnes-Bee-Wilson Club, San Antonio Club, Business Manager 1920 Daedalian, Voting Delegate to the Texas Inter-Collegiate Press Association. Mildred Parks, B. S.. Merit Household Arts, Domestic Science. Press Club, Athenceum Club, Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Y. W. C. A., Hunt County Club, Athletic Association, Editor in Chief 1920 Daedalian, Recording Sec- retary, Texas Inter-Collegiate Press Asso- ciation. Jipjj J Mi J I Lenoma Rogers, B. S....................Denton Household Arts, Domestic Art. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Denton Club, V. W. C. A. Veda Lucille Samueli................McKinney Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Athletic Association, Y. W. C. A., Vice-President Dramatic Club. Olga has been sternly utilitarian in her D. . course for four years and now she’s taking voc tional Ed to learn why she is vocational ar proletarian. Sits on the front seat, ready i blush when asked something she is not a ...Denton Euclid Smith, B. S...............................Caldwell Household Arts, Domestic Science. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club, Y. W. C. A., Student Assistant Commercial Arts De- She is given to appearing at breakfast after a hurried toilette effected between 6:59 and 7:00, rakishly wearing a chambray, a touseled head, and a diabolical smile. We don’t like to blacken her character entirely, but truth the smartest girl in Senior chemistry. J lh J b i R. JUNIOR HISTORY OF THE JUNIOR CLASS N September of 1917 there arrived at the College of Industrial Arts a body of almost five hundred of “the maids of the land,” who had succeeded in passing without fatal injury to body, mind or soul, through the dark ages of prepdom or high schooldom. The scars of their battles in “Caesar’s Gallic War” and of their daily combats with such ancient soldiers as Beowulf and Savonarola had healed; and the fight had only made them stronger to overcome the poisonous J ft gas, which attacked them on the third floor of the Administration Building. Through the revival of learning which followed their entrance into the College, these young Amazons showed the aptitude for growth which is characteristic of all green and fresh things. As Sophomores, during the period of chivalry, when “knight- hood was in flower,” many of the members of the class won honors for “feats of arms”—in basket ball, volley ball, and tennis. It was in this second year of their work together that they learned the valuable lesson of class co-operation—losing themselves in the thoughts for the class. Their life as Juniors, after spending one year in getting acquainted and one year in learning to work together, has been one of unalloyed pleasure and profit. Keeping the enthusiasm of the Freshman renaissance, and the co-operation of the Soph- omore chivalry, they have been able to pass in this the third year of college life, into the true “golden age” of their college career. ...Alvarado, Texas Magg Ball..................................................... H. A. D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Her ambition is to be a widow, because she wears black so well. Ethel Barber................................................................Brownwood, Texas II. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Question: Does she pay internal revenue, or are they naturally pink? Mary Beckham....................................................................Mexia, Texas Alice Bledsoe. ......................................................Lubbock, Texas Athenceum; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. ‘Some are born poets, some achieve and some have it thrust upon them.” Faye Bible......................................... V. H. E.; M. E. B. “She has the name of being a good girl. ...Valley Mills, Texas % Lavinia Briscoe.....................................................................San Antonio, Texas Literary; President Chaps; President San Antonio Club; Comic Editor Daedalian Quar- terly; Athletic Editor Daedalian Annual; College Yell Leader; Business Manager A. A.; Treasurer Junior Class. “Perhaps ‘Lavinia’ in ruffles, but unmistakably ‘Jack’ in any other garb. Her vocal efforts Kate Brodnax...............................................................McAlester, Oklahoma H. A. D. A.; Chap.; Press Club; Y. W. C. A.; Lass-0 Reporter; Society Editor, 1920 Daedalian. “The only way she can get her name spelled right is to change it.” Frances Bushong.....................................................................Port Arthur, Texas V. H. E.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. “She has a brother in Rice.” Mary Carlock................................................................Ben Franklin, Texas . A. D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. She used to wonder why they called her “Cameo”; she moved her mirror to a better light and now she knows. Emma Carter.................................................................Wichita Falls, Texas H. A. D. S.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet; John R. Mott Club; Treasurer M. E. B.’s. Open and above-board, except—how does she curl her hair? Gwendolyn Chambers...............................................................Sanger, Texas Literary; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B. “Being engaged was her inspiration in the novel course. She’s married now. Finis.” Cleo Patra Choate..............................................................McKinney, Texas H. A. D.S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Not wicked, just seductive. Roberta Clay.....................................................................Dublin, Texas Literary; M. E. B.; Press Club; Y. W. C. A.; Assistant Editor the Lass-O; Student Assistant Biology. “She's as good as the angels and getting better every day; valiantly reads ‘Tom Jones’ and boils agar agar.” Eleanor Coffin.....................................................................Blum, Texas V. H. E.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. “Better known as ‘Fish’, when she is called, there are six hundred answers.” Opal Cole........................................................................Denton, Texas H. A. D. S.; Denton Club; Y. W. C. A. “She was wont to regale her colleagues in Physics Lab. with reminiscences of last night’s ‘Jack Gardner’.” Frances Cook.................... Wichita Falls, Texas V. H. E.; M. E. B.; Athenaeum; Y. W. C. A.; Secretary Junior Class. What an addition the other sex lost; “A good man is hard to find.” Dorothy Conner...............................................................Brownwood, Texas H. A. D. S.; Chap.; Y. W. C. A.; Press Club; Lass-0 Reporter. She has been to Dem.; the less said the better, until the smoke clears. Mattie Ruth Corlett.......................................................Wichita Falls, Texas H. A. D. A.; Chap.; President Junior Class. Her executive ability is contagious; she executed a new coiffure, and speedily schools of fish did likewise. Eva Bell Covert.............................................................Pilot Point, Texas H. A. D. S.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B. “She had a pedagogical turn; she is the faculty of ‘Bloomfield Academy’.” Katherine Curtis............................................................Wills Point, Texas H. .4. D. S.; Chap.; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet; President Van Zandt County Club; A. A.; Vice-President John R. Mott Club; Student Assistant Household Arts Department. One of those dependable creatures. Lera K. Drake......................................................................Giddinus, Texas H. A. D. S.; President Chaps.; Secretary Students’ Association; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. Stately as to gait, adipose as to tissue, she seeks other fields to conquer, and a more extended means of reducing. She discourages all forms of dieting. Coralee Echols..................................................................Whitewright, Texas H. A. D. A.; M. E. B. She will get twenty-five demerits and go home, still wearing a thin waist. Lois Estes............................................................................Paris, Texas H. A. D. S.; V. W. C. A.; M. E. B.; A. A. A pedestrian by choice? Yes, of somebody else. Gertrude Foster....................................................................Thornton, Texas H. A. D. A.; M. E. B.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. Carries five courses, and a daily Lab. in Interior Un-Dec. Aileen Folliard...................................................................Brownwood, Texas Literary; M. E. B.; Student Assistant in Library; Cartoonist; Tennis Manager. A naive disciple of Mary Miles Minter. She even wears her coquettish optic gleam to classes. J Mary Fox........................................................................Henderson, Texas H. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. Rotund, good-n.tured, tolerant to the Nth degree, chemistry. Evelyn Gaines............................................................................Annona, Texas H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B.; East Texas Club. A self-made vamp, her dresses bear the likenesses of her trophies. Sightseers days, Mondays and Fridays. Mattie Maye Glover...........................................................Fort Worth, Texas V. H. E.; M. E. B.; Fort Worth Club. An experimenter in the demerit institution. She discovered that elasticity was a property. Kathleen Gonzales.............................................................San Antonio, Texas H. A. D. A.; President Spanish Club; M. E. B.; San Antonio Club; Y. W. C. A. Speaks English rapidly and incessantly, and Spanish even more so. Lilla Beth Graham......................................................................Stamford, Texas Literary; Y. W. C. A. “She used to be a wild co-ed.” Sue Betty Gray................................................................. Cherokee, Texas Reading; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Eternal vigilance is her—mother’s. Sue belongs to that loo-attractive type. Lola Gunter.......................................................................Denton, Texas Literary; M. E. B.; A. A. A martyr to sulphurous fumes, and not the purgatory stage, either. Laura Mildred Halbert...............................................................Waco, Texas H. A. D. S.; Chap.; Y. W. C. A. Makes signing up for choral a saccharine process. Susie E. Hamlett..................................................................Snyder, Texas H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A.; West Texas Club. The soul of efficiency when surrounded by a chem-marked chambray. MabEll Hays.................................................................Ben Franklin, Texas H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A.; M. E. B. She intends to take up the study of telephones in the nude, after graduation. c. A. J I. Jane Holmes......................................................................Big Springs, Texas H. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; West Texas Club. This wild winsome Western woman will win—we don’t know what. Our alliterative muse deserted us at the crucial moment. Bess Holstead........................................................................Houston, Texas H. A. D. A.; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B.; A. A. In the eyes of the law, she is her own guardian, but the higher authority says differently. Bess B. Hughes.......................................................................Brenham, Texas F. A. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A.; Art Club. Bess carries her College principles into her civil life, and avoids the noxious automobile. Marie Hughes........................................................................Floydada, Texas nore privileges. Allene Jones.......................................................................... Rule, Texas Sibyl Jones............................................. H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B. She aspires to parlez-vous. Ruth Keese...................................... H. A. D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Alluringly feminine, the clinging vine type. Better watch her Anna Belle Kiber.................................................... Literary; Secretary Y. W. C. A. Cabinet; Press Club. We wonder how it would feel to be possessed of that eternal, Emma Kiber.......................................................... F. A. A.; Y. W. C. A.; President Art Club. She has the floating strands of wavy hair requisite to a see —“not yet, Marie.” ...............Eldorado, Texas ...............Jefferson, Texas or your man—preferably both. ..............Corsicana, Texas unfailing power of adaptation? ..............Corsicana, Texas me of moonlight romance, but Aones King.............................................................................Gatesville, Texas H. A. D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. “Black hair, brown eyes and dimples; what more could one wish?” E bm J Margaret McDavid................................................................Henderson, Texas H. A. D. A.; M. E. B.; A. A.; East Texas Club. She wears a wicked forelock and pink cheeks. Tennie Minton....................................................................Hemphill, Texas Literary; M. E. B.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A.; East Texas Club. Mild, moderate, Methodist; we are sure our fathers would have no more silver locks if she were the pattern on which daughters are cut. Lucile Moore................................................................... Blossom, Texas V. H. E.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. One of our beauties whom the summer will see in Blossom. Martine Morris.....................................................................Bonham, Texas H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A.; Athenaeum; John R. Mott Club. She has such a characteristic giggle; just like rippling buttermilk being poured into a churn. Sue Nelson........................................................................Sherman, Texas V. H. E.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. A poet and, as betrayed by her picture, a hopeless, heartless flirt. J Ii Eugenia Newberry................................................................Georgetown, Texas Literary; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. “A petite child with locks modishly curtailed.” Grace I. Nicholson.................................................................Houston, Texas H. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Not nearly as serious as she looks; most inflammatory after third flash. Mamie Kae Nutter.................................................................Henrietta, Texas Reading; Chap.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A.; Dramatic Art Club. Gracefully and ponderously aloof, yet a self-confessed vamp. Just watch the twinkle in her eye. Maurine Orr.........................................................................Putnam, Texas H. A. D. A.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; Secretary West Texas Club. We wonder what Putnam does in the winter when the Orrs are gone. (If you have never seen Putnam, you won’t see the joke.) Mildred Palmer.....................................„................................Denton, Texas Secretarial; Athenaeum; M. E. B. “She cheweth gum intellectually.” L Mary Virginia Penry...........................................................Denton, Texas H. A. D. A.; Athenceum; Denton Club; Student Assistant Household Arts. She is a man-tamer! We all know what she brings in submissive tow to Artists’ Course numbers. Bessie Plummer...........................................................Fort Worth, Texas H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A. Bessie comes with a very intelligent look, having worn it for a number of years (just how many we do not say) for the edification of her school children. Ferry Piner..................................................................Sherman, Texas V. H. E.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Man-hater? We-ell, not ex-actly. Ruby Gray Pugh...............................................................Houston, Texas H. A. D. S.; A. A.; Houston Club; M. E. B.; Y. IV. C. A. She’s the kind of girl that takes an empty suit case home on week-end visits, so she’ll have room to bring back the desired “eats”. Bassie K. Pyburn.................................. Literary; M. E. B.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. “Square-tops are to be worn on the head, i uniter the .Cooledge, Texas Alice Ray...........................................................................Fort Worth, Texas F. A. A.; Art Club; President Fort Worth Club; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet; Chap. An artistic charter member of the Natural Eyebrow Club. She has her eye on the Amen Annyce Rice.......................................................................Kemp, Texas H. A. D. A.; M. E. B.; Treasurer Spanish Club; East Texas Club. “And some contend that she has ears.” Helen Richardson.............................................................Henderson, Texas H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B. One of those famous East Texas peaches! Ethel Rowell.....................................................................Anson, Texas H. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. Placid and peaceful, as long as you don’t interfere with her American prerogative of eating. Rebe Robinson...................................................................Temple, Texas Literary; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B.; A. A. She has that touch of fashionable ennui necessary to the harassed social butterfly. J ft. Gladyce Rudd...................................................................Beaumont, Texas H. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. She has decided opinions. Fortunately, she’s not fat. Edna Saunders......................................................................Greenville, Texas Music; Y. W. C. A.; Public School Music; Orchestra; Chap.; President Press Club. She must be “girl for the place,” for she’s always nominated, and too often for her own peace of mind, elected. Annie Schrimshire.....................................................................Houston, Texas H. A. D. S.; Houston Club; M. E. B.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A. Learned preparedness from her Boy Scout brother, and chums with Miss Darrah. Florence Schallert......................................................................Alice, Texas H. A. D. A.; Chap.; Y. W. C. A.; A. A. She has made her work with the least work possible—but of course, if she comes back next year, and the profs read this, she will be a changed woman. Anna Belle Searcy.............................................................. Dallas, Texas H. A. D. S.; Y. W. C. A.; Chap. Anna Belle must be one of those transmigratory souls. Wouldn’t she have been incom- parable with the dress of Martha Washington? J La Gladys Sears.................................................................Whitewright, Texas H. A. D. A.; M. E. B. Oh, well, what is C. I. A.’s loss will be Fifth Avenue’s gain. Margaret Shirey...................................................................Dallas, Texas V. H. E.; Y. W. C. A.; Dallas Club. “So sweet, so shy, withal so sensitive.” Wil l is I.t « ii e Smith Anderson. Texas HA I). S.; .U E B ; Y. W. C A.; A. A Can she wait until she gets her degree? We are all holding our breath. Margaret Storrie................................................................. Denton, Texas V. H E , M E H , Y. W. C A.; Denton Club She is the sister of the illustrious and adored John. Margaret Spencer............................................................... Britton, Texas H. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. She discovered that date concentrated difficulty—when the Seniors are also having a ban- quet. Too much festivity. MMMlJI Jennie Tanner......................................................................Denton, Texas Literary; M.E. B.; Y. W. C. A. You hate to be in her classes, for she always knows what you arc sliding down in your seat to avoid being asked. Mary Ellen Tisdale...............................................................Eldorado, Texas H. A. D. A.; A. A.; Y. W. C. A.; M. E. B.; “It is said that teachers try to crush “Miss Teesdale.” Bess Thornhill................................................................Chapel Hill, Texas H. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A. ’Tis known that Miss Thornhill succeeded in crushing teachers—and carried the recipe with her into matrimony. Marian Thomson....................................................................Coleman, Texas F. A. A.; M. E. B.; Press Club; Art Editor, Daedalian Annual; Student Assistant Art “Oh, my stars, I must go to Pottery!” Margaret Thompson..................................................................Dallas, Texas II. A. D. S.; M. E. B.; Y. W. C. A.; Dallas Club. “Calm, serene and unruffled, every hair is in place.” ft J Ei 4 J ft- SOPHOM HIST J BENNETT BIGHAM BOULAND - . .; BOSWELL BOUN BARTLETT H, BARTLETT M.M BLANCH BAYLOR J Ei Ii CAR.LOCK. CHILDREN CAMPELL E. cAiyyco CAHILL CARR CARR.OLL CAMTER. CAMPELL Z mmp J COCHRAN R. COCHRAN T,L. COOPERR, COOPER.L.M CRUNIPLER DANfOY DAVli' DENNIS' F. DAVID ON J ft Ii FOOSHEE FORMAN GROOVE? GRAY GROff HALLO RAN GRIFFIN mmmm L J HALL R. HALL K. HALLAM HALL N. HARDIN HARKRIDER, HAMMER. HENDRICKS HINSON J Ii LABET LOW ANCE LAW HO M LATHAI1 LAWSON LAWTHEI LAIRD LARKIN LAMBERT J Ii J Ei t1'BI IDE Mecov HALL n‘Mury AY M'CLELLAN M'DAVID MITCHELL M'GI ECOR, J Ii MORGAN nOMTGOMEKY MILEY HONTAGUE MUSG AVE E. MUSGRAVE MAUrtAN NELSON flEILSOM JT I I J ll J Ii THOR0URN TYSON TRItADAWAY TRICREY WAtRER C. WALKER UMPHRDff WILEY WALLACE WARNER WEIL WHARTON WILLINGHAM WINZER. WILLIAM f L.L. WILLIAMf L J 1 J J Ii J Ii FRESH HIST ®E FRESHMEN, fresh from the field of fads, foibles, and flirtations, entered the College of Industrial Arts with a light step. Our life after our entrance can be thus well summarized: 1. Matriculation. 2. Club initiations. 3. Our remodeling begun by Juniors, Sophomores, Seniors, and Preps. 4. Our rejuvenation completed by means of chapel talks, mass meetings and demerits. The exceptional qualities of the Freshman Class were well demonstrated in our “Negro Minstrel Show,” which was declared by the students of the College to have been one of the best ever seen. Our triumphs in the athletic fields can only be predicted at such an early date, while our prowess as boot-blacks was dis- played when we rolled up our sleeves and vigorously wielded the brush and shinola in our temporary “shine parlor.” The motive behind the brush made that instrument all the more powerful—the financing of the trip of our representatives to the Des Moines convention. Some of us have begun even now to receive the honors which are going to be heaped upon us in the future. For instance, several of us have had work published in all the lit- erary publications. Others have contributed cartoons; and still others have held major offices in the clubs. A finer Freshman Class has never come from the hands of its Maker than this one. Rare and worthwhile talents have been discovered; crushes have come into being. Surely we are not encroaching upon the antique privileges of the ancient prophets when we say that this class is going to contribute won- drously to the world’s good. Some of our Freshman Class may be society belles, some future wives and mothers of Texas, some Cannibal queens, some dignitaries of the College of Industrial Arts, some cultured boot-blacks, some Galli-Curcis, and female Paderewskis and some hamburger venders. -1 Ii J E Ji Ii Mi M % BR.OYLC-S ORAPSHAW brown BRIGGS BUCt BUCKNER BULLOCK, MAMIE BULLOC MAUDE BULLINGTON BUMPS DUMPASS - • ■ -I 1 J E ■M J L Jf B. -I L J Ii J I J J J Ii J tm ism® Ii J Ii J ii J L J a Fanni Hill, President GRADUATION reach the Summit— obstacles and finally determined to overcome all goal, and a great many of us are that most of us will reach the first our first goal, FISH INN. We are confident of Determination, we began our struggle to reach had succeeded we could also, and shouldering our pack steep climb before us. We believed, however, that where others ings as we looked up that treacherous pathway, and thought of the foot of that great mountain College Education. We were full of misgiv- PREP CLASS of 1920, started our ascent, from the little rise of ground at the Preps are always struggling upward! We of the J DAVIDSON cur Y DOUTHIT DLL L EST6LL EDELB OCI EVAN? GAIINE FLOI G-V FOX MMKi J Ei J Ii HOMEMAKERS HISTORY in the College. The purpose of the Homemakers Course is to give a thorough knowledge of the problems of homemaking and home management. The course prepares students to cope efficiently and intelligently with all the duties and problems that they may meet in home life. The Homemakers have taken an enthusiastic part in the activities of the College, in both clubs and athletics. LTHOUGH a one-year class, the Homemakers of the Col- lege have organized themselves into one of the best classes HOME M'COY M'CLAIN $MITH $PAIN MOItyty?. MOTLEY STEWART TERRELL TAYLOR THORNTOM T RE ADA WAY WHEELER WILSON VOCATIONAL HISTORY BHE VOCATIONAL CLASS of the College has just com- pleted the most successful year of its history. The class has worked toward a goal with a definite purpose in view. The object of the vocational course is to teach each student a voca- tion in order that after one year of training she will be able to efficiently earn her own living in her chosen line of work. This course is especially adapted to meet the needs of students who are unable to complete a regular four-year course. J ll “V O c A T I O T A L, S- ALDIN ANCELL D EWEF EDWARDS MARTIN M?CAIN PEDIGO POWELL HISTORY OF THE IRREGULAR CLASS AMES do not stand for everything. Indeed, no! For the Irregulars are a number of “regular” girls with well-fixed ideals in view, but who cannot find the exact studies desired in the otherwise named courses of the College. These girls come from all parts of the State to our “Mecca of Learning”—and accomplish that purpose, too. In going over the grades of the students, one finds many of the very best among the “Irregulars.” They come, select the most interesting and beneficial courses found in each of the many others and work at them with vim, and energy. The “Irregulars” might appropriately take a quotation from Emerson’s “The Humble Bee” as an expression of their aims and ideals: “Sipping only what is sweet, Leave the chaff and take the wheat.” Kindergarten Graduates ATHLETICS ATHLETIC: ASSOCIATION i KATIE-DICKIE PREXIDENT LOULTE LEICHAM J-ECB.ETAAY THE ATHLETIC Gladys Dansby Louise Lkicham Ann Wolfe. Gladys Dansby Lavinia Briscoe Mary Beth Alderman Lavinia Briscoe ASSOCIATION Secretary Treasurer Basket Ball Manager Business Manager Song Leader Yell Leader II s aL'jHE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION of the College of Industrial Arts is one of yiljiy its largest organizations. Membership in the Athletic Association entitles Plg]| one to all varsity and interclass games held during the year. The main purpose of the Athletic Association is first of all to promote interest in all sorts of athletics, to establish a spirit of friendly rivalry between individuals and classes and to teach the value of good team work and self control. Secondly, the purpose of the association is to create, promote and direct all healthy forms of class and College spirit, generally known as “pep.” The point system for winning athletic honors was just tried out in the year 1918-19. The plan proved so successful that last year there were fourteen white sweaters with the C. I. A. emblems awarded. Because of the popularity of the prizes and in order to create more rivalry the qualifications for obtaining sweaters have been raised from the original fifty to seventy-five points. Additional rewards for those already holding the white sweaters are offered. Thirty-five advance points entitle one to a stripe for the arm and forty more advance points entitled one to a red blanket with white C. I. A. letters on it. Points are awarded as follows: Members of squad in volley ball, basket ball, or base ball, ten (10); members of a team in volley ball, basket ball or base ball, thirteen (13); members of a championship team in interclass volley ball, basket ball or base ball, two additional points; winners of a class championship in tennis singles, five; winner of school championship in tennis singles, two additional points; winner of class championship in tennis doubles, five; winner of school championship in tennis doubles, two additional points; five-mile hike, one; ten-mile hike, three; no girl may obtain points for more than fifty miles in hikes; a grade of 95-100 in P. T., per term, three; a grade of 90-95 in P. T., per term, two; a grade of 85-90 in P. T., per term, one; a grade of A in aesthetic dancing, per term, two; members of varsity squad, fifteen (15); members of varsity team, twenty (20). Besides the articles already mentioned, other incentives are offered in the way of numerals for all who make a team in either volley-ball, basket ball, base ball or tennis, with special distinction given to the members of the school basket ball The fall quarter of each year is devoted almost entirely to the organization, practice and final class games of the volley ball teams. The championship was won again this year by the class of ’22. Just before the Christmas vacation, basket ball practice was begun for those who wished to try out for the school team; the members of which were not chosen however until several weeks after the holidays. The progress of the varsity squad was some what interfered with by the return of the “flu” epidemic in February, during which time, the school was under quarantine. However out of the seven inter-collegiate games played, our team won five and lost the two by only one point each. Even though the school has only taken part in inter-collegiate ball for two seasons now, our team was not one to be overlooked. At the same time, class basket ball teams were organized and after much practice and “pep” the inter-class championship was won by the Freshman class. Just at present the attention of the classes is divided between the base ball enthusiasts and the tennis players. As to the class that shall win out in either or both of these sports, we can not say. We all have hopes. The greatest news of all, to those interested in athletics, is the fact that the foundations for the new $85,000 gymnasium are now being laid. The plans include a sure-enough swimming pool. The whole is expected to be completed by the spring session of 1921. Susie Thompson Louise Von Struve Jack Briscoe J ftl L Champion Volley Ball Team J kl The Varsity Squad J ki Winners of Numerals on Varsity Team Ida Mae Hall Gladys Dansby Captain and Forward Forward Evelyn Goodrich Side Center J L J Ii Maebelle Jarvis Marion Roland Side Center Annie Lipscomb Jumping Center -I L Junior Basket Ball Team Forwards: Rachel Marshall, Martine Morris, Katharine Curtis. Guards: Mona Yarborough, Ann Wolfe, Katie Dickie. Centers: Ruby DeLong, Mary Ellen Tisdale. J Ii Sophomore Basket Ball Team Forwards: Gladys Bates, Stella Treadaway, Nora Mae Sheppard. Guards: Louise Von Struve, Jewel Lowrance. Centers: Susie Thompson, Bess Carlock. -I h Fish Basket Ball Team Champions Forwards: Helen Francis, Wilma Pearson, Louise Preston. Guards: Maebeli.e Jarvis. Centers: Annie Lipscomb, Evelyn Goodrich, J E Tune: HOT TIME. 1. Cheer, girls, cheer; our team has got the ball. Cheer, girls, cheer, and ....... ....... must fall, And when we hit that goal, we’re sure to raise the score And have a hot time in our school tonight. Cheer, girls, cheer; we’re playing a winning game, Cheer, girls, cheer, we’ll whip ’em just the same, And you can bet six bits to a piece of lemon pie We’ll have a hot time in our school tonight. TENNIS Aileen Folliard School Champion TRYOUTS—1919-1920. hJI 1 Baseball J a SHidenV AVhleYlcs' ORGANIZATIONS THE ALUMN E ASSOCIATION CHE ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION of the College oj Industrial Arts has been since it came into existence as an organization in June, 1905, an active and loyal factor in furthering the interests of the College. Since the founding of the College (in 1903) approximately eleven thousand students have been in attend- ance of which more than one thousand are graduates1. The number will be increased to something like thirteen hundred at the close of this summer’s com- mencement exercises. Two business meetings are held yearly: one during the spring commencement exercises at which the officers for the ensuing year are elected and on which occasion the annual banquet is held; the second at the meeting of the Texas State Teachers’ Association at which time a luncheon is given for the alumnse and their guests. The publication of a quarterly magazine (started in 1918), containing news of the graduates, their work and activities and of the general interests and progress of the College has had no small part in preserving the unity of the organization. Miss Jessie H. Humphries, vocational councellor of the College who has given her time and labor so willingly to keeping in touch with the members of the association, has on file in her office the most recent addresses and occupations of every graduate of the institution that it has been possible for her to procure. l e STUDENTI ASSOCIATION HE most important and beneficial association in the College is the Students’ Association. The Students’ Association is an organization composed of all the students of the College. The officers are elected each year by popular vote of the student body, while one representative is elected by each class. The Student Council is the greatest single organization to bring benefits and services to the student body. The Council has always worked for the girls and with them sympathetically. The Student Council was organized for the purpose of establishing a true self government, and fostering and maintaining the high- est standards and ideals of conduct. An atmosphere of loyalty between student and student, and student and teacher has been established. Although, on the whole, this year has been considered very success- ful,' still it is the ambition of the organization to become a more vital factor in the development of the College, and to render greater service to the student body. YOUNG WOMEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION OFFICERS YOUNG WOMEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION Y the name, Y. W. C. A., many things are implied to the College of Industrial Arts student. It greets her with a welcome as she begins her College career by furnishing to her a big sister who tries to fulfill in some measure the place of one she “left behind” or at least one who sees that she is comfortable and happy, just at first and not too lonesome. It fur- nishes her with a handbook which can be her guide when Big Sister is not “there.” In addition to this it furnishes to both “new and old” girls a number of entertainments throughout the year. For every gala day a festival is planned by this organization for the purpose of bringing the student body closer together. The work of the Association has been quite broad this year. Among other things it has sent delegates to several missions, the largest of which was the Students’ Volunteer Conference which meets only every College generation and which met at Des Moines in January. That it emphasizes the world fellowship movement may be shown by the fact that it has brought the spirit of Japan to the student body in a very pleasing form of entertainment by the Orgawa players and the spirit of Ireland has been brought in the person of William Butler Yeats, the most prominent figure in Irish literature living today. These are only two of the many “treats” given under the auspices of the Y. W. C. A. this session. In the weekly meeting held in the living rooms of the several dormitories we have striven for both intellectual and spiritual uplift as have we in the special meetings held in the auditorium, so that we might all be together for the occasion. All of the work has not been strictly local, however, as we have not failed to remember the great work to be done in foreign fields. We have for several years supported a missionary in China and so in every way has the Association endeavored to incorporate into its being some of the spirit of Him for whom it was named, and to carry out its great principle which He brought—Service. Ii JOHN R. MOTT CLUB REAT is John R. Mott Club, which had its real begin- ning on the night of December 29, 1919, in the big station at Dallas, Texas, for that was the biggest act of our experience. It became a pronounced fact in the conference hall at Des Moines, Iowa, on the morning of December 31, 1919, when the gavel sounded its first stroke in the hands of Mr. John R. Mott. Since that time we have “lived, moved, and had our being,” in other words, we are, and ever shall be! No definite organization was carried out until our return to the College, but as is characterisic of C. I. A. our club had its name, constitution, and purpose, before the other Texas delegations had recovered from the effects of that special train. A number of our members gave to the school, in a series of chapel talks, the big ideas and ideals that Des Moines had given us; and so that these might be kept alive, we formed an organization under the name .of the big man who has inspired nothing but the best in every life, John R. Mott. Our first meet- ing included an election of officers: Charleen Hogue, president; Katherine Curtis, vice-president; Ray Johnston, Secretary and Treasurer; and the appointment of committees for furthering the work of the club. The meetings which have been held every two weeks have been the inspiration of every member, and because the purpose of the club is as big as the conference, it calls for hard, preserving, life-long- worth-while work. Those who share in this responsibility and constitute the mem- bership are: Charleen Hogue Katherine Curtis Emma Carter Bernice Schoew Ruth Laird Mattie Bounds Ray Johnston Fleet Staley Gertrude Carter Martine Morris Mrs Willie Bigham Ruth West Miss Mamie Walker, Sponsor. PRESS CLUB OFFICERS Edna Saunders...................President Frankie Maverick...............Secretary Beulah Robinson.................Treasurer Press Club delegates from the College of Industrial Arts to the 1919-1920 Tex;s Inter-Collegiate Press Association wg Secretary Gladys Wright................... Delegate ing Delegate Ruth DeVall.......................Delegate ECAUSE of the fact that it is one of our pioneer clubs, it is the most dignified. The Press Club was organ- ized in 1910. The course of study for the year has been very interesting and helpful. In addition to a study of journalism, the Club has devoted the year to a study of certain phases of such subjects as music, art and poetry. The course was followed according to the outline given in the year book. The object of this Club is to improve and advance the cause of college journalism; to dignify the staff of the college publications; to raise the standard of literary achievement; and to promote the study of journalism in all its branches. The requirements for entrance to the Press Club will be modified for the coming year, 1920. The Club will become a journalistic as well as an honor club. Each member of the Club holding no position on staff publications will be requested to publish at least three articles in the annual or quarterly, or to work as a reporter for the Lass-0 for a period of not less than two months. Such work must be satis- factorily accomplished before admission to the Club is granted. Journalism has become one of the most important factors in the modern world, and it is evident that college journalism not only holds a place in college life of benefit to the school, but it also gives training which will be of great service to those interested in journalism after leaving school. 7Ae Little Running Mates Heart masher ” Daddy's Little Dir JVoco airvt She Sweet'n'pretty Featuring the Press Club Sans Dignity two types. The jirst two quarters of the year were devoted to a study of musicians, including violinists, singers, and opera-composers. The last quarter was given to the study of modern poets, novelists and literary men of today. Although the Athenaeum Club is the smallest literary society in the College it stands among the first in importance. The members are clever, awake and pro- gressive, and every one works for the betterment of the club. What could speak better for the club than the inspiring motto that it has chosen: “We set before ourselves high ideals, and strive to attain them.” ATHEMUM CLUB ROLL Mildred Bailey Gladys Bates Alice Bledsoe Edna Carrico Frances Cook Ruth DeVall Myrtle Dickie Willie Edwards June Harkrider Lucile Hook Dorothy Jenkins Loma Jones Charlotte Kyle Mary Leverett Thelma Lucas Helen Ludeman Bernice McDonald Blanche Mahaffey Mona Morgan Martine Morris Wilne Morton Leatha Musgrave Fayme Meyer Elizabeth Neilson Mildred Parks Mary Penery Thelma Rabb Beulah Robinson Genevieve Simpson May Dee Smith Ruth Speer Fleet Staley Jenne Tanner Ethel Thomas Lillian Thomas Statira Thornton Lillian Williams kindergarten Club HALLORAN HOGUE ; HORN ] ft, V Diri - — CT ==fr� jq CM qrnRRPL� J I CHAPARRAL LITERARY CLUB IITERARY CLUBS are the only kind of social organ- izations in C. I. A., since we do not have sororities. The Chaparral Literary Club was organized in 1904. The club has been represented each year at the annual convention of the Federation of Women's Clubs. The purpose of this club is to extend among its members broader ideals of scholarship, and higher planes of thought by a study of pure literature, and through a free discussion of the same, together, with those problems that are of vital interest along ethical and social lines to present-day people. The course of study for this year has been very interesting and instructive. The course included a study of modern poets, authors, war heroes, and great artists. The club gave three scholarships this year. The motto of the club, which is: “Let us pride ourselves on the thinking of high thoughs, the achieving of great deeds, and the living of good lives,” enables the club to work more earnestly and faithfully to uphold and live by its principles. CHAPARRAL LITERARY CLUB i -'— - £_ TftsUly tfuz . £ - UaCtUx. m. A ULJ u i% aAAJ-C . VNrr-JJ. ' Y N U • '-' Q - CJ� 1b . f -. i-O. f fcm. T3 on $X Z is. 77] oJJj-i £xju txAx «- SecN S -u %L ie . ‘yyt x . LkX v-l JL_S! OsWiAf I’xO fllj ■ X UjukZx -IloJJU r' ' ncSK- Q _a_SLA- _ Aa AaJL 1 ) _sl_xOo«- j it'a-ic L (Jvvmjlo. '5‘ y ' L- t yh cSj a vv tw p, Miiu.' vf £tr jaJU Q e P L y xA. yifkZj SlsrtlLl- . Cfr- LcoCtUi Vvs- -M® . (LoLj Aj_n. «o A- tJOtyX) of oxexAjL. (?£M- -Ct-«_ ' 9u 4. 'A.cx-t- oa inxxJt- Tt-OA-y 0-UJ CditAAS— Www iw 11 Hi Q(U WJJ 0 xJL - x a_, J al Qx - £2tZ£L £i£JU- t—- f i Z n- o cj v %3U. 5W £ ■ ( jrtK, ( ;W JfVwvV XKa CY A -r tj 0 c 7r)cLwxZVv VaXfcL,— (y A i. y ucy z Afl� 1rt l � ygrv bo fbjctLxa_______Ztytii+y pfxZZ S exdOO jQu vJJJkv33SrvJ u ■ NaiL.. 7 , V:'y£ Zk J J L r 7e ? ZAPsJ ART CLUB of the College, which was organized in 1913, has for its J object the development of art education, and art appreciation, not only among its members, but among the student body as a whole. The year’s work has been carefully planned and systematically carried out. A study of modern art, including lectures with illustrations, has been particularly beneficial. A scholarship fund for the benefit of any art student who wishes to continue her study in New York, has been founded. The interest in the work of the Club has been heightened by many artistic social events in which the members have participated. J ■i DRAMATIC ART CLUR Ruth Allen....... Veda Samuell..... Blanche Mahaffey. Edna Carrico..... ............President ......Vice-President .Secretary-T reasurer ............Reporter Ruth Allen Georgia Bassel Annie Lee Burns Sue Betty Grey Myrtle Dickie Edna Carrico Nadine Person Louise Stockton Sue Huff Marie Hughes Marie Henry Alma Johnson Lucille Hook Blanche Mahaffey Willie McJunkins Maude Holt Veda Samuell Thelma Rabb Mammie K. Nutter J Ii MAR E BRACKS GE CLUB CHE MARY ELEANOR BRACKENRIDGE CLUB has grown from a small, but enthusiastic, organization in 1907 to a present membership of more than 450. From the year of its beginning until the present year it has endeavored faithfully to live up to its motto: “Live to make the world better, and, therefore, happier for all.” The work of the club has been helpful not only to its members, but it has also been alert to the needs of the world. Seven scholarships, amounting in all to the sum of two hundred and twenty-five dollars, have been provided for the worthy and needy girls of the College. Christmas boxes filled with clothes and toys, which amounted to approximately one hundred and seventy-five dollars, were sent to the Evangelic Home in Waco, Texas. This gift of good things was proclaimed to be one of the greatest gifts of its kind ever received by the Home. Thus by such practical service the Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club desires to continue to make the world better and happier for all. . E. B. CLUB ROLL Adedg Hilda Bell Barnhill. Mallie Dell Bradheld. Helen Carlock. Bess Caswell, Jean Childress. Mildred J Ii J J Ii ....- dsnton; club BALL ALLISON BATES FRANCIS PENRY PALMER, NELSON M?OADE ROBERTS TURNER, SHEPHARD UBBEN WATKINS IL J E FORT WORTH CLUR OFFICERS FOR FIRST TERM OFFICERS FOR SECOND TERM Alice Ray............................President Louise Boswell.......................President Louise Boswell..................Vice-President Hazel Becker....................Vice-President Irene Taylor Secretary-Treasurer Pauline Tyson............ Secretary-Treasurer Katiieryn Taylor......................Reporter Gladys DaNSBY Reporter Hazel Becker Louise Boswell Eula Buck Gladys Daneby Ruby Davis Marie Cosby Mattie Mae Glover Bertha Duncan Ruth Greene Jane Gebbard Selma Hightower Mabel Keith Ruth Leverett Ima Lawson Mattie Beth Morgan Mattie McClellan Louise McLendon Bessie Plummer Alice Ray Marion Runyan Lorna Soash Lucile Sanders Winnifred Spain Ava L. Stephens Thelma Strube Pauline Tyson Irene Taylor Katheryn Taylor Lilllan Williams We hail from Fort Worth, The dearest city on the earth. Here at C. I. A. we dig and groan, And have no time for going home. Though there are many rules that vex us, We’re “future wives and mothers of Texas”. J Ii J Ii J L J fti J t Second Row: Karoline Cohen, Miss Farrington (sponsor), Alice Cook, Hazel Gawley, Mar- garet Hendricks. Third Row: Nina Lee Hardin, Cecil Selby, Mary Louise Wilson, Annie Scrimshire, Vallie Head, Evelyn Pollard. HOUSTON CLUB OFFICERS Nina Lee Hardin President Frances Gillette Vice-President Hazel Gawley Secretary Eleanor Hamilton Reporter J J L At LBDCE FAIRCHILD NELSON PAUL RICHEY STAI I GRAYSON COUNTY CLUB Louise Altman Ann Wendt Genevieve Davidson Macie Montgomery Roberta Sloan Catherine Cartwright Clara Dishman Marie Hendricks Vera Hendricks Lucile Hendricks Nadine Holcomb Frances Wilson Louise Tarol Estella Montgomery May Thrift Nell Montgomery Fay Witt Winifred Reast Beryl Sullivan Eunice Jenkins Lois Jenkins Dorothy Yates Genevieve Plangman Lucile Steed Alma Peck Esther Hartzog Helen Thomas Lou Ida Blades Gladys Jones Emma Witcher Digny Feidt J Ii PUBLIC SCHOOL MUSIC GRADUATES .Rockwall J Ii PUBLIC SCHOOL MUSIC CLUB Mona Morgan Thelma Strube Ventura Smith Kathryn Shirley Cornelia Varner Grace DeWitt Ina Ruth Slaughter Alta Rowan Gretta Minter Bertha McClendon Leona Martin Edna Saunders Mary Vance Pickett Veda Samuel Louise Bailey Thelma Barnes Patty Seale Lois Taggert Viva King Mabel Lively Bess Rutledge Stella Harris Joardis Park Mary Louise Fox Ida Ware Lucile Humphries Loreta Keahey Viola Stokes Lorene Aikin Doris Latham Elsie Mae Fraley Imogene Eickhoff Marguerite Young Jeanne Foresman Jl J Ii THINGS WISE ani OTHERWISE FAVORITES I§ fl 1 Vm w Vga lb mimkk. X 1m) IBM J o tgmlii L •.lujl || (if PlJl 111 I 1 Mil o sfe senioR f f IV0RIT6S J Ii J Ei J li J L J I. J Ii L SOME SNAPS J UR local scientists have been at work for months compiling a vol- ume of calculations and prognosti- cations for the universe of C. I. A. If vou will allow yourselves to be guided by the results of their research your plans will surely prosper and your knowledge grow as the gourd vine. POOR The Twelve Signs of the C. I. A. Zodiac and Their Relation to the Human Anatomy of the Atom of C. I. A. BOOK (Sign of History) HAPPENINGS 1920 SEPTEMBER 1920 Sun Mon Tuc Wed Thu | Fri Sat c ifcl 17 IS 19 20 21 2S 22 29 23 30 24 First Quarter 19th 25 26 Pull Moon 27 Mi 27 All is fair. J 1920 OCTOBER 1920 Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Frl | Sat 1 2 3 4 6 6 7 8 9 io 11 12 13 14 16 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 31 26 26 27 28 29 30 Nineteenth, gloomy with mutterings of thun- Saturday, October 11—Chaps, and M. E. B.’s 1920 NOVEMBER 1920 Sun | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | FrI | Sat _____________. 1 ' 2 3 4 6 6 8 9 IO HH 12 13 ! 14 16 16 17 IS 19 20 21 22 23 30 24 Last Quarter 3rd 26 New Moon 10th 26 First Quarter 18th SE12S Full Mom 25th 291 J ftl Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu | Fri I Sat First Quartsr 18th 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 io 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 is m 2U 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 2S 29 30 31 ( Full Mooa 25th Camouflage your radiator for the winter and you’ll never know it is there. When bored in chapel read a song. Some who have tried this remedy have already fin- ished the book twice. ASTROSCOPE FOR DECEMBER 1. Look to your sins. 2. Because 3. The end draws near. 4. Pay your bills, too. 5. Some of the exams. 6. Will have time 7. To come off. 8. Have you learned to skate. 9. Go slowly. 14. Don’t cram. 15. Be careful what you say. 16. See that your suitcase- 17. Isn’t too heavy 18. To carry to the station if necessary. 20. Remember rules. FORECAST First to sixteenth, unusual arrangement of the heavenly bodies accompanied by unsettled spells Seventeenth, perfect calm. Eighteenth, fine walking weather. HAPPENINGS Monday, December 1—Miss Ruth Beth Watts read “Pomander Walk” to an appreciative audi- Saturday, December 6—Long looked-for fac- ulty stunts come off, but without the cabaret scene. Why is it a faculty? Ziegfield has never The Athenaeums held initiation for sixteen. Putting a big purple bow under the victim’s chin and buttoning her sweater in the back surely makes her intelligent looking. 3. Find out who is married now. 5. Did you resolve 6. Not to go 7 To the store? 15. Tell all you know about Des Moines. 19. Study the League of Nations. 20. Don’t vote just any way. FORECAST First to fifth, cloudy with storms. Fifth to close of month, cool but agreeable. HAPPENINGS January 9—Several wearers of the blue serge took the veil—and orange blossoms during the holidays. January 11.—M. E. B. dance. Contortions accompanied “Singey” Smith’s orchestra. Cute programs and good times as usual with the M. E. B.’s. Miss Barton and Bailey gave two piano re- citals. Their program showed careful prepara- tion and unusual ability. January 19—Inspiring reports made by dele- gates to the Des Moines convention. Miss Vernelle Allison gave her recital in the evening. January 25—Miss Mendenhall talked to Art Club on her personal experiences in famous art schools. Gronert’s Germicidal Glue for hair and scalp. Don’t envy orderly locks; have them. This delightful compound is recommended by a FEBRUARY 6. Arbor Day starts. 7. Keep in touch with A. M. 9. Don’t get married. 14. Get out your string of hearts. 15. Wash all the powder out. 24. Arbor Day continues. 1920 JANUARY 1920 Sun Moil Tue Wed Thu Frl Sat Pull Moon 5th Last Quarter 12th New Moon 21st First Quarter 28th 1 2 3 4 3 6 7 8 9 io 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 IS 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 2T 28 29 30 31 December 17 and 18—A number of out of 25. Read Fort Worth papers, town trips. Merry Christmas. 28. Pick the right man. DAILY GUIDE FOR JANUARY FORTUNATE DAYS AND MONTHS 1. Return again. All Mondays are considered good except the 2. Don’t lose your number. first in the month. It is lucky to receive a J L 1920 FEBRUARY 1920 Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Frl Sat 1 2 3 4 s 6 7 8 9 io 11 12 13 14 IS 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 29 23 24 2S 26 27 28 tine costumes. The sophomores served. Every- HAPPENINGS throughout the evening. 3. Don’t cut today. 1920 MARCH 1920 Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu FrJ Sat Full Moon 4th 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 S 9 io 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 19 20 21 22 23 24 26 27 2S 29 30 31 Last Quarter 12th New Moon 20th First Quaifcf� 27th than spring. 27. All hail the Governor. 1920 APRIL 1920 Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat ull Moon 3rd Last Quarter 11th New Moon 18th First Quarter 25th 1 2 3 4 J5 6 7 s 9 IO 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 IS 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 mm 2S 29 30 J t 1920 MAY 1920 Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat Full Moon 2nd 2 Last Quarter 11th 3 New Moon 18th 4 First Quarter 24th 5 6 7 mm s 9 io 11 12 13 14 15 16 IT IS 19 20 21 22 23 mm 24 „ mm 25 26 27 2S mm The Masterpiece By Ruth West I painted on my canvas white today, The sunset colors, blending with my mood, The violet and the gold, the rose, the grey, And in my vast conceit I deemed it good; My weary eyes I lifted to the sky, A glorious flame had blazed above the sod; I slashed my canvas through. No man should buy An imitation of that gift from God. Begot of Idle Phantasy Florence Williams, ’20 “Lucile! Lucile!” Mrs. Warren’s voice penetrated sharply from the dining room to the living room. Lucile crouched deeper in the big arm chair, endeavoring by every power of her imagination to remain oblivious of the summons. As a measure of precaution against a possible search, her eyes closed and—crowning touch of convincingness—her mouth opened slightly. In a seemingly natural way (which argued experience), her finger kept her place in the magazine which she was reading. Mrs. Warren waited a moment in the dining room and then went back into the kitchen. Her silent exasperation tingled in the air and caused Lucile’s heart to beat queerly for a second. Though rather hardened to defying her mother secretly, she had not yet acquired the hardihood to do it openly, and still less to justify her action to herself. But now, deeming herself safe, she re-opened the magazine. “James Standifer, I'll ask you once more to give me that letter!” Regally, she waited. “Suppose I don’t, then what’re you goin’ to do?” jeeringly asked the man. “I think you’re going to give it to me,” was her answer, given in a quiet but confident The man laughed mockingly, still not knowing her power over him. “Aw, go on,” he said cheerfully. “I ain’t agoin’ to give you that letter an’ you know it. You bore me to death, M’rie!” “Ed Harvey!” she said intensely, looking sternly into his eyes, which wavered before her steady, disconcerting gaze, “I think you are going to give it to me.” The baffled miscreant started violently at the name and then made a threatening move- ment towards her, desperate resolve written on his face. But Elise drew her slim figure disdainfully back from him and again the sun flashed on her silver detective badge. (Continued on page 115) Lucile flipped the pages over desperately and then with painstaking slowness—to face the heartbreaking fact that not only page 115, but all the rest of the magazine was missing, torn away by her mother to build a fire with, in all probability. “Damn,” she whispered. It was a matter of secret pride with Lucile that she said “damn” to herself and that nobody—especially her mother, who would certainly be unreasonable con- cerning its employment—knew of her wickedness. Not that Lucile really thought it wicked; she knew only that other people, for some silly reason, would deem it so. And with the canni- ness of fifteen, she had not even tried its shocking powers on Mamie, her chum. “Lucile!” Her mother had entered the room suddenly and unobserved. “I thought you were in her. Why didn’t you answer me a while ago when I called you? Haven’t you any sense of responsibility?” Mrs. Warren spoke the reproaches in a voice which admitted her weary recognition of their ancientness and futility. “I’m going over to Mrs. Moore’s for a while and I want you to get supper tonight, and for pity’s sake, clean yourself up a little; you’re a disgrace to the family, and you’ll have to start on the potatoes right away, too.” “I’m sick of peelin’ potatoes,” muttered Lucile impudently. Mrs. Warren recognized the impudence, but it made her too heartsick to try to cope with it. Suddenly, however, her worn nerves, in resentment against the endless strains put upon them by her unruly daughter, betrayed her, in a nagging tone which grated as harshly on her ears as it did on her daughter's. “Well, you’ll do what I tell you to, whether you like it or not, so long as you stay here in this house.” “I won't stay here, any longer'n 1 can help! Tyrant!” muttered Lucile—inaudibly—to her mother’s departing back. Then she lay back in the chair and yawned luxuriously, becoming cognizant at the same time of the beauty of the afternoon and the attractiveness of having the house entirely to herself. Lazily she lay, half asleep and inactively thinking. Suddenly she thought of her mag- azine, and the remembrance of the girl detective turned her thoughts in a new, purposeful direction. “Wish I could go to New York!” she said aloud, daringly. “But I wouldn’t be any girl detective. I think I’d be an actress at Coney Island.” Simultaneously with the words, she conceived a flatteringly attentive vis-a-vis sitting in the straight-backed little chair across from her. Involuntarily she removed her feet from the chair arm, straightened up in the chair, smoothed her dress, and brightened her face with a smile. “Yes, Mr. Banks,” she spoke eagerly. And immediately the person of her confidante shifted from a vaguely nebular state to an entirely visible one; he was a short, stout man in a brown suit, holding a derby hat on his knee. “I am sure I can do it. I know lots of funny songs and I learned how to jig last week. And I have the cutest hat and dress I wore in the Wild West show we gave at the High School last month. Don’t you think they would be nice to wear?” “Oh, I don’t know. I’ll leave it to you; whatever you thing is right, will suit me. Fifteen a week is all right with me. Oh, thank you, I’m going to like it, too. “N—no, I haven’t right now. I spent so much of my allowance ahead of time that father stopped giving it to me. Will you? Thank you ever so much! I’ll pay you back soon’s I begin getting my salary. “Why—I think Hugh Moore would be a good partner for me. I wish you would ask him. He’s awfully good looking and I—all the girls are crazy about him. “Well, I'm sorry you have to go. Guess I’ll see you soon in New York. Goodbye. Don’t forget to ask Hugh and to come to see me when I get there. Well, goodbye.” In the acting out of her part, she had risen to her feet and she finished the conversation at the hall door. A sudden fear came upon her that someone might have heard her, for her voice certainly resounded loudly. But the house was as empty and quiet as before and, glancing at the clock, she saw that it was high time she went into the kitchen; she would not now have time to dress. She made a face at the disagreeable thought and, happening to see herself in the mantle mirror, deliberately made some more grimaces, conscientiously endeavoring to look as ugly as possible, and finding a peculiar fascination in the result. Suddenly her mental attitude changed and she began to pose before the mirror. With her back to it, she looked superciliously over one slightly raised shoulder and slowly and grace- fully waved a derby hat, supposedly in lieu of a fan. “Oh,” she spoke in a cutting tone, “don’t trouble yourself, sir. My fiance, Hugh Moore, will wait on you in the morning to demand repairs for this insult. Good afternoon, Sir Terrence!” Just then she forgot all about the humiliation of the ducal villain in a rush to the telephone. “Hello,” rather breathlessly. “This is number 203 . . . Oh, is that you, Mamie? . . . Hunh? . . . Oh, nothing right now; I got to go and start supper in a minute, though. . . . Hunh? . . . When? .... A real dance? You lucky dog! Gee, ain’t it grand? ... I dunno, Mamie. I ruined my white slippers yesterday in the rain..................... No, I don’t think she’ll let me get any more because she told me not to wear them and she doesn’t know anything about it yet; I’ve been afraid to tell her. . . . What girls are you goin’ to ask? . . . What you want her for? Of course it’s your party, though.................... Well, goodbye. I’ll sure come if I can. S—say, is Hugh Moore going to be there? .... I just wanted to know. I don’t see anything to laugh at; he’s not anything to me. . . . Well, goodbye. See you tomorrow, I guess. . . . Goodbye.” Her joy over the dance—her first one—was tempered by the remembrance of the waiting potatoes. It was too late to have them finished by the time mother got home. With a sudden happy inspiration, she joyously put a chair before the hall clock, climbed upon it, and set the hands back fifteen minutes. “Now,” triumphantly, “I guess she can’t say anything! I’d better hurry, though.” Again the telephone rang and rather hesitatingly she went to answer it. It probably wasn’t anything important—and those potatoes were! “Hello. . . . Yes, this is me. Who’re you? . . . .Oh! .... I’m all right. Nothing special right now. . . . Yes, she called me awhile ago and asked me. . . . Do what? (Rather stutteringly) I’ll be glad, I mean, sure—yes, I’ll go with you, Hugh. Thank— ugh—is that all? . . . You’re welcome. Goodbye.” Slamming the receiver down, she waltzed happily around for a minute, with a swirl of jumbled thoughts in her head: “Mamie probably told him to ask me! . . . I’ll bet he does like me better’n that old Maryanne Clark, else why did he ask me? But he wouldn’t have asked me if he could see what I look like now, with this dirty old apron and my hair all down. . . . I’ll have to have some new shoes now. . . . Oh, I forgot to ask what time he was coming—but he oughta said that himself. . . . My First Date!!! . . . I’d better wash my hair tomorrow. . . . Wonder if mother’ll let me take her silk scarf; b’lieve I’ll get it and see what it looks like on me.” Humming, she was about to dash up the stairs, when she caught a glimpse of her mother coming across the lawn. Without any formulated thought processes whatever, she rushed into the living room and fell into the big armchair. Lying in the position into which she had fallen, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and— Horrors!! Her mother was talking to someone; what if she had brought someone home to supper!—and there wasn’t even a sign of supper! What was she saying? “Well, Hugh, you’ll have a chance to see what kind of a cook Lucile is, because she was going to get supper tonight. It certainly was too bad that your mother had to leave so sud- denly and I’m glad I came when I did so that you didn’t have to go to the restaurant tonight for your supper. Come right on in; I don’t see Lucile anywhere. I suppose she is in the kitchen. Wait a minute till I lay my hat in here. W—why, Lucile!” “Mother (in a stage whisper), oh, mother, don’t let him come in here; don’t let him see me like this, and I’ll never, never do it again. I’ll reform right now—” “Just a minute, Hugh,” Mrs. Warren called over her shoulder. Then to Lucile, “Are you sure this will be a lesson to you?” “Yes!” “Well, go upstairs and dress then, and I’ll start supper. You can say you overslept. Run now!” And Lucile ran. Thomas Hardy as an Exponent of the Experimental Novel By Ruth DeVall The theory of the experimental novel was originated by the great French novelist, Emile Zola, who was so completely obsessed with the idea of naturalism in fiction that he put to scorn all attempts at novel writing which did not conform to the principals laid down in his work, “Le Roman Experimental.” In this work, Zola excuses his own novels from the criticism they have received as being too full of the ugly, sordid things of life. Now the distinguishing characteristic of the experimental novel is that it professes to report the results of inquiry into the meaning of spiritual and psychical phenomena exactly as Darwin’s “Origin of the Species” reports the meaning of certain physical phenomena observed in plants and animals. The experi- mental novelist endeavors to apply, therefore, the method of induction in his effort to discover the laws which determine human life and character. The scientific method involves the gathering of as much material as possible, then the truthful presentation of all the evidence derived from his material. The truth of the conclusion depends in part upon how extensive the research has been, whether any case has been neglected or omitted, and in part upon whether all the phenomena have been faithfully reported. It is upon this principle that Zola justifies his use of ugly facts; if you are going to dodge the bad, to close your eyes to the unattractive, the repulsive aspects of your experiment, of what worth will your conclusion be? Since no fiction is good unless true, how can fiction that is only partially true be as good as that which is entirely true? There have been realistic novelists in all periods of the history of fiction—there have been novels which report the facts of life with essential truth and fidelity, but until Zola, and our English Hardy came, there was little if any delving into the very bottom of things, and bringing to light motives and characteristics which, while common, are rarely mentioned. Fielding was indeed a great realist, but an examination of his treatment of “Tom Jones” will reveal a certain shunning of the unpleasant. Had Fielding been a philosophical naturalist, he would never have had allowed the end of “Tom Jones” to be so delightfully and completely satisfactory; he would have deprived Tom of his Sophia as surely as Jude Fawley was deprived of his Sue, for every unfortunate adventure he experienced pointed to certain failure with the precision of a weather cock. In contradistinction to the attitude of the ordinary realist, the philosophical naturalist asks this question: Do matters commonly arrive at such an issue under the conditions of actual life? The philosophical naturalist orders his events in conformity to the inexorable logic of life and nature. Writers like Fielding and Thackeray allow the element of personality to enter into the shaping of their characters. The efforts of Tom Jones and of Henry Esmond are rewarded by earthly happiness and material pleasure; the efforts of Jess Durbeyfield and of Jude Fawley to gain their desires are as futile as those of a flame against a stream of water, and that is because Hardy has allowed himself to observe no instances in life where personality had much, if anything, to do with the destiny of mankind—we no sooner overcome fate in one way than we are vanquished by her in some other unforeseen way; human effort is of no avail against the destiny that shapes our ends. This is what Hardy believes to be the law of human life, and he has arrived at this conclusion by careful investigation into the motives of actual people in actual life, seen always through his fatalistic spectacles. The scientist spends much time in selecting, arranging, and classifying his phenomena before he is able at last to formulate a general law. He then finds it necessary to exert the same painstaking care and skill in selecting types, conditions, and environment which will best exemplify the general law. Now Hardy has lived for years in Wessex, and has formulated his law of life by observation of the joys and sorrows of Wessex people, and analyzing the causes for them. It behooves him, then, to select characters that will best typify the law he intends to represent in his novels. His success in selection can best be shown by examples. When he wishes us to know a type of man who lives all his life trying to realize a great ideal, and is as far from its realization when he dies as he was when he began, he shows us Jude Fawley —at first a boy with every good impulse, later a young man with hopes for realizing his ideals. Hardy gives this character certain weaknesses, which he eventually subjects to great strain. The yielding to the temptations of wine and women, together with a train of incredibly cruel, though inevitable circumstances, serves to disintegrate a soul, the soul of Jude, the obscure. Jude Fawley is the one man for this place. A stronger man or a less simple man could have J E resisted Arabella Down. A man of more commonplace ideals might have forgotten Christ- minster. Jude is the typical specimen for Hardy's scientific investigation. As the best repre- sentation of a pure woman tossed about by fate, Hardy chose Jess of the D’urbervilles. A woman of less beauty would not have tempted Alec D'urberville, a woman of less simplicity would not have attracted Angel Clare; a woman of less devotion would not have remained faithful all those years. A man less prone to idealize than Angel would not have caused the years of tortuous misery to both himself and Jess. Such instances of character selection show that Thomas Hardy has taken the utmost care to choose for his experiments those subjects upon whom the reaction will be most complete. Thomas Hardy’s selection of plots is no less scientific than his selection of characters. “Every novel (of Hardy’s) is in answer to the question: Given certain characters in certain situations, and allowing for the irony of fate, what will happen?’’ The reaction of these carefully selected characters to the circumstances imposed by their author is determined, then, by his observation and his outlook on life. Given the character of Eustacia Vye, who hates Egdon Heath with all her soul; whose one object is leaving it. The tendency of the ordinary realist would have been to allow Eustacia to drag Clym to Paris, but Hardy was not an ordinary realist. In real life, Hardy thought, this soul that was repelled by Egdon Heath would have been required to remain there, and he consequently made the plot of “The Return oj the Native consist of a series of incidents which make it necessary for Eustacia to stay. He added to the pity of it by having a noble man blame himself for her tragedy; he hastened the inevitable end by the incidents connected with Mrs. Yeobright and Wildeve. The engineer who is about to build a bridge subjects his material to the most rigid tests in his laboratory—he learns exactly how much weight that material can uphold before he uses it. Likewise, Thomas Hardy determines the exact strength of each character by the most relentless trials. By the time he is ready to present him, he has determined his strongest as well as his weakest points. The mayor of Casterbridge, for all his remarkable will power, has a weak spot, his inordinate pride, and Hardy mercilessly attacks him at that spot. The rise of Farfrae, and the consequent fall of Henchard, is one of only a few possible forces that can strike the mayor to the ground, and for that reason Hardy has chosen that force. For the same reason, he has Elizabeth Jane misunderstand Michael’s motive in lying to Newson; his belief in the irony of fate is responsible for Elizabeth Jane’s reaching Henchard half an hour too late. There is perhaps no better example of Hardy’s trial of his creations than his treatment of Jude. The ruthless author omitted no power that would prove destructive to the soul of a man of Jude’s temperament. Jude is made to drink the cup of life to the very dregs, and the reader of “Jude’’ is compelled to see him as he suffers from the agonizing effect of each; No scientist can perform a delicate experiment without proper environment; the chemist must have his laboratory; the photographer, his dark room; the chef, his kitchen—all must be so that in no other place and under no other conditions of environment would the reaction show to its best advantage. It is with the same view that Hardy has chosen the settings for his novels. For the whole group, he chose Wessex as his laboratory, because he considers the inhabitants of Wessex less hampered by convention than those of cities or of other sections of the country. The setting of “The Return oj the Native,” Egdon Heath, is as much a part of the story as is the reddleman, or even as Clym Yeobright, himself. Hardy causes Egdon’s effect upon the different characters to determine their respective destinies. He selected the heath as the setting of “The Return of the Native” because it had the characteristics that repel or attract one, and those reactions to or against surroundings constituted the object of that particular experiment. He selected Christminster for the partial setting of “Jude the Obscure” because that city was, for Jude, truly representative of unrealized ambition, of lost hope, and was, there- fore, a fitting background for such a career as Jude’s. Not only must the writer of scientific works select the most representative specimens, experiments, and surroundings for the final determination of his general law, but also he must use every means to present truths as they really are to show every reaction in its natural color. In his treatment of subject he must omit absolutely no detail which would have any effect upon the determination of the underlying universal truth. Thomas Hardy, in his treatment of character shows a truly scientific spirit. No matter how much he loves a character, he does not hesitate to show his weakness as well as his strength, to give him unlovable as well as lovable traits. Thus, Jude Fawley, for all his laudable ambition, his industrious determina- tions, his artistic taste, is allowed to yield to the lowest of temptations to give up in utter despondency, and in the course of the novel he reader finds him in the most disreputable state. We cannot say that Hardy disliked Eustacia Vye, yet he showed her selfishness, her passionate nature, her bad impulses, as readily as her beauty as Queen of Night and her pitiful revolt against circumstances. Thus a complete fairness to every character is one quality of Hardy’s; even the animal Arabella is spoken of by Sue as “not an ungenerous soul.” But the real science of Hardy’s treatment of character lies in his conception of them as playthings of a capricious J L fate. He excuses certain moral weaknesses as natural endowments which cannot be overcome by the will, indeed his character might ,as well have no will at all for all the influence it has upon their destinies. This Hardian conception of destiny’s power is the universal law determined by the experiments he performs upon his characters. If he persuades his reader, for the time being of course, that man’s will has no effect upon his destiny, his novel is successful, his theorem is proved. Hardy's plots grow out of his characters of the action of fate upon his characters— the behavior of those men and women of his creation under certain circumstances which he imposes upon them. That is the characteristic that separates Hardy from “novelists with a purpose.” Instead of writing stories to embody a perconceived moral idea, he “grasps a piece of life and discusses the meaning of profound moral significance.” The Hardy story is always devoid of complexity, there is only one interest, and that interest is in the spontaneous develop- ment of the plot concerning one, two, or perhaps three characters. In “Jess,” the interest is almost completely in Jess and Angel Clare. In “The Return of the Native” there are Eustacia, Clym, and the minor interests of Mr. Yeobright, Wildeve, and Jamsie. The mayor of Caster- bridge is a one-man story. This simplicity of plot adds much to the scientific character of Hardy’s novels. It is quite reasonable to suppose that the fewer themes the author has to carry, the clearer his thesis will be. The more complex plot would be unscientific, and therefore, Hardy does not use it. Hardy's stronger novels are concerned with Macbethian disintegration of human souls. The plot never consists of events which build up men’s characters, but it always displays the tearing down process; indeed, Hardy’s philosophy admits no such happy evidence of a kind fate as a “satisfactory ending.” That he never allows his characters to show progress spiritually is only another evidence of his scientific treatment, he includes what his observation has taught him as true to life, and omits those accidents in which fate forgot to practice irony, for he considers them exceptions which are so rare that they have no place in scientific works. The style Hardy uses in his novels has been characterized as “Hardian simplicity.” Just as we would expect only simple prose in scientific discussions, so we can expect nothing but the most unvarnished style from such a philosophical naturalist as Hardy. True, in his nature studies he reaches poetic sublimity as Hardy is undeniably a poet. Some would say that such poetic sensitiveness to nature as is exhibited in his description of Egdon Heath is inconsistent with his purpose of scientific realism would disprove of him as a writer of experimental novels of scientific works. But Hardy’s very conception of nature as a kind of force working with fate upon men’s souls is an answer to such a statement. The very moral truth he is bringing out in all his works is aided by his treatment of nature, of man’s environment. No less scientific in his presentation of the exact truth about life is Hardy's naturalistic treatment of conversation. The dialogues of his character are not only superb vehicles of characterization, but they are the same truthfulness that is found in his plots and characterization. What could be more realistic than this extract from “Under the Greenwood Tree?” “Now, Fancy, you’ve not told me all!” said Dick rather sternly for a quiet young man. “O, don't speak so cruelly! I’m afraid to tell you now! If you hadn’t been so harsh I was going to tell you all, now I can’t!” “Come, dear Fancy, tell: Come, I’ll forgive, I must, by heaven and earth, I must, whether I will or no, I love you so!” “Well, when I must put my hand on the bridge, he touched it---------------” “A scamp!” said Dick. This simple and complete natural management of conversation is entirely compatible with a scientific work, a work with the sole purpose of relating the logical destiny of given characters placed under given conditions. Thomas Hardy, then, is an exponent of the experimental novel. His work viewed from the angle of selection, treatment, and style shows a scientific attitude, an experimental treatment, which, scientifically accurate as it is, does not mar the artistic power of the author. Oil Upon the Social Waters Dramatis Personae. Marion—How perfectly lovely! What’ll we haver Mrs. Well-to-do—But, Robert, we have entertained once this month. Well-to-do—I know, my dear, but this is a business arrangement. Mrs. Well-to-do—I don’t understand. Rather-wEll—You see we are after the deposit of the old oil kings, Pursefull, Gusher, and Moneybags. We can’t seem to get at them except through the influence of their wives, and so we thought if you would-. Mrs. Well-to-do—Mr. Rather-well! You don’t mean for me to entertain them. Why, I would be the laughing stock of the town. Rather-well—But, listen here, Mrs. Well-to-do. These people have several million dollars, the interest from last month’s oil land, that must be deposited. Mrs. Well-to-do—But, Mr. Pursefull was once a well-digger—ugh. Marion—And I hear that the Gusher girl wears overalls in the garden. Well-to-do—But think, Helen, how unusually wealthy they are. Rather-well—Old Moneybags has an income of six million a year. Well-to-do—And Mrs. Pursefull may buy her a new limousine every hour if she wishes. Mrs. Well-to-do—Nevertheless, my dear Robert, she was once a laundress. Well-to-do—Quite right, my dear, but you overlooked the fact that she is now a gold- plated one, and think how many limousines you could buy if they deposited in our bank. Rather-well—Won’t you reconsider, Mrs. Well-to-do, and give the scheme a try-out? No one could be so sure of success as you with your brilliant social assets and standing. Think what it would mean to your own income. Mrs. Well-to-do—I cannot entertain for them. I must think of Marion. Marion (Coming to her)—Let’s do it, mother. It ought to be heaps of fun. Think of the millions under our roof, and besides, the whole town is talking about them. Then think of all the things I want. Mrs. Well-to-do (Wavering)—I don’t know what to do. I feel that we ought not. Marion—Oh, please, mother dear. I think it would be the greatest lark ever. Besides I could go to Europe when things got settled. Mrs. Well-to-do—Well, if you say it is best. Well-to-do—Then you will ? Mrs. Well-to-do—Oh, yes! Bring on your oil queens, if it is going to mean so much. What kind of entertainment shall it be? Rather-well—A dinner. Marion—No, a reception by all means. Think how screamingly funny they will be in evening dress. Mrs. Well-to-do—A reception it shall be. Well-to-do and Rather-well—Fine! Good! Marion (Dancing around in glee)—Then the three oil queens and the three oil kings will come to our reception. Oh, we’ll have the teamster and the laundress and the well-digger, too, under the wing of society. Won’t it be glorious! Then think how rich we’ll be!! CURTAIN Act II. (The scene is laid in the reception hall of the home of the Well-to-do’s. Mrs. Publicius Opinion stands at the head of the receiving line, and announces the guests as they arrive. Mrs. Well-to-do stands in the receiving line, but greets the guests perfunctorily.) Mrs. Well-to-do—Why don’t they come? Oh, how I dread their coming. Marion—Maybe they are sick. Mrs. Well-to-do—Oh, there’s no hope of that. They couldn't all be sick. Mrs. Publicius Opinion (Beamingly)—Mrs. Cash. Mrs. Well-to-do—So glad you came. Mrs. Cash—Yes, I wanted to be here when your friends arrived. Mr. Ready told me of your intended guests. Have they come? Marion—Not yet, but we expect them any minute. Mrs. Well-to-do—I hope they won’t stay long. Marion—Hush, here they come. Mrs. Publicius Opinion (Scathingly)—Mrs. Pursefull. (Mrs. Pursefull ambles in. She is a woman well past the prime of life, and she beams on the world with the staunch kindliness that has pervaded her entire score of years. She is quite corpulent. As she comes down the receiving line, she shakes hands and bows low to each lady.) Mrs. Pursefull—Why, howdy do, howdy do. I'm pretty pert, thank you. Proud to meet-che. How do you, Miz Well-to-do? Unexpected pleasure, quite the happiest-. So this is your datter. Well! Well!! Mrs. Well-to-do—Yes, this is my daughter, Marion. (A maid approaches and tries to relieve her of some of her wraps.) Mrs. Pursefull—Well, I don’t know but I’d as lieve, only I believe I’ll keep this here shawl around my head. The night air is kind of bad for my asthmy. Mrs. Publicius Opinion (Frigidly)—Mrs. Petunia Moneybags. (Mrs. Petunia Moneybags marches down the receiving line without regard for the toes of the receivers, but gradually loses her swagger as she sees the size of the reception and recog- nizes the pillars of society whom she must face. She is a scrawny, dark woman of middle age, with a roman nose that seems to give her strength of character, and eyes that belie the possession. She shows d.stinct nervousness when she faces Mrs. Well-to-do.) Mrs. Well-to-do—How do you do, Mrs. Moneybags. Where is your husband? Mrs. Moneybacs—Oh, him (Coughs)—Why you see he hadn't hardly got out of the bath tub yet. (Clears throat rapidly.) Mrs. Well-to-do—I’m very sorry he couldn’t come. Mrs. Moneybags (Gaining courage)—Well, I oughtn’t to be here by rights. Perunny’s baby’s teethin’ and I ought to be with it, but on such a occasion-(Voice trails off.) Mrs. Publicius Opinion (In of “I-am-resigned-to-anything”)—Mrs. Samuel (There is much craning of necks and conversation among the guests. Mrs. Gusher drags her three hundred pounds of flesh ponderously down the receiving line, leading behind her, Fluellen, arrayed in a gorgeous expanse of green satin. She greets each member of the receiving line effusively.) Mrs. Gusher—Why, what a perfectly larrapin pleasure. Proud to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Ready Cash. I’ve saw your name in the society news many and many a time. Why, howdy do, everybody. This here’s my daughter, Fluellen, named after both her f I wouldn’t a brung her only she didn’t seem very peart, and I wouldn’t leave her. • anything you want’o an’ you’ll be sez. Fluellen, come out here an’ speak to the wimmen. Mrs. Well-to-do—And this is my daughter, Marion, Mrs. Gusher. Mrs. Gusher—Well, now is it? Ye never could have told from the looks o’ her. Does this here plaid set well on me? I’m afraid it’s a mite too tight for beauty. Mrs. Well-to-do—Oh, it looks quite nice. (Aside), Marion what shall I do? Marion (To her mother)—Never fear, I will help you. (To Mrs. Gusher)—Come with me and let me introduce you to some more of our friends. (As they pass, the guests draw away from them and group toward one side of the stage, where they converse in loud stage whispers. Marion takes Mrs. Gusher to Mrs. Moneybags Heck Mrs. Moneybags—Well, Mrs. Pursefull—Ye ain since we pulled hair in school. Mrs. Gusher—The Lord be praised, Heliotrope, it’s you! I ain’t see ye in three weeks. (Kisses her.) (Marion goes to the crowd on the left side of the stage; the oil queens go to the right.) From the Mountain Top of Society—Impossible—Atrocious. From the Placid Plain of Oil (Mrs. Gusher)—Yeh, I use tobacco and whiskey. Mrs. Moneybags—You don’t say! Mountain Top—Why did they ask them here? Plain—To fry cabbages- Mountain Top—But they have money. Yes, think of l t little jag o’ fever. ACT III. Scene I. (This scene is laid in the bank. Mr. Rather-well and Mr. Well-to-do are sitting behind their desks counting money.) Well-to-do—Well, it seems time to me for our trick to work. Rather-well—Oh, well, we’ll give them an hour, I guess. Remember they’ll have to hunt all their wealth up. Well-to-do—Be still and look busy. Here they come. (Enter Mr. Moneybags, Mr. Pursefull and Mr. Gusher. They carry great heaps of gold J E Mrs. Publicius Opinion—But understand me. Their money has nothing whatever to do with it. Nothing at all, Marion. They really arc sweet, good people, aren’t they? CURTAIN. Act IV. (The home of Mrs. Samuel Gusher. The crocheted table covers and pillow tops vie in beauty with the marvelous paintings of flowers and mottoes of “God Bless Our Home” on the walls. Beautiful bows of yellow ribbon adorn the furniture. Mrs. Petunia Moneybags heads the receiving line while Mrs. Gusher and her daughter prepare to do the honors of the occasion, and Mrs. Heliotrope Pursefull comforts the stricken husbands who have been forced into small collars and too tight shoes.) Mrs. Gusher—Lan’ sakes, Fluellen, I'm gittin’ right figity. Fluellen—Oh, pshaw, ma, don't let me forget to ask ’em to powder their noses as Gusher—Say, mother, I got business that’s gotta be tended to. I’ll be right back. Mrs. Pursefull (Pouncing upon him)—No you don’t! Samuel, you set right down here where you belong. It’s ’most time for ’em, an’ you’ll have to be receivin’ ’em. Mrs. Moneybags—I just know I’m goin’ to have a perfectly scrumptuous time. Lemuel, ye’d better git a brush an’ red yourself up a bit. Fluellen—Pa! Ma! Here they come. Make a line. (She marshals her forces into a narrow line, the men on one side, the women on the other.) Moneybags—Gol darn it, I feel like a skunk cabbage. Pursefull—Confound this collar. It’s chokin’ me. Fluellen—Be quiet. (Mrs. Moneybags shakes hands with Mrs. Cash and comes in before her carrying the card between thumb and finger. She announces Mrs. Cash, and the members of the receiving line greet in rapid succession Mrs. Cash, Mrs. High-class and other guests.) Mr. Gusher—At last the Auction of visitors is through. I nearly pumped my arm off. Mrs. Pursefull—My face feels like a boiled lobster. Moneybags—Let’s go back to the kitchen. Gusher—You can’t. You gotta head the cantillion with Miz Well-to-do. Moneybags—Oh, Lord. (Starts to bolt but is dragged back by Fluellen who stations Fluellen—You come back here, here come some more. (Enter some more guests.) Mrs. Gusher—Well, if you’re all here, we'll start off with our cantillion. Mrs. High-class—Now we’ll see! Mrs. High-stepper—I wonder if it’s as big as I heard. Mrs. Gusher—Here, Petunia, you lead out with Mr. Well-to-do, and Miz Well-to-do, you and her, Moneybags. Come on, now, an’ step lively. (Guests arrange themselves.) Now, Mr. Gusher, give out these here favors. I’ll give the ring. (She bestows an enormous dinner ring on Petunia.) Now for these favors. (She begins to distribute favors which consist of tiny nosegays of flowers.) Guests (In amazement)—Why did I come? How silly! Disgusting! Rather-well (To Marion)—But they all came. Marion—Yes, they all came. Remember, Gusher’s income is $9,000 a minute. His Homecoming Katie Adele Hill A cool, soft breeze blew from the waves of the Atlantic over Bard's face as he leaned over the rail and looked toward his native shores. It was a clear, calm May night, and the moon shone gently down on the soldier’s tanned profile, as he watched the waves and dreamed. He had slipped out of the sleeping bunks, where so many tired boys lay dreaming of the homes they were coming back to again. He wanted to be alone tonight, to think of what had happened in the last two eventful years; for it had been just this time two years ago that he had gone out to the busy little Western city of San Argon, to keep from losing his health. He had not liked the place at first; only the knowledge that he must remain, and the cheering friendship of Wright, whom he had met soon after his arrival, kept his determination to the sticking point during the first weary month. But, one night at a dance at the City Club Rooms, all his old discontent was scattered. He had met Jean—how beautiful she was! How free and open and truly Western she had seemed to him that night, as she had danced with the same easy grace with which she rode her horse or drove her car. Happily, joyously, he had laughed at his eccentric friend, when he had earnestly told of “bad blood” farther back in Jean’s family and had quoted ominously the “Law of Reversion to Type.” And he had become genuinely angry when Wright had expressed his disapproval, almost bluntly worded, of Jean’s utter disregard of convention, and her—what her lover had glorified in—“free spirit of Western womanhood.” Spurred by his resentment against the friendly warning into ardent expression of his love, he had gotten her promise to marry him when he got strong again. How happy they had been, and how rapidly his health had returned—then came the day he was called in the draft. When he found that he must leave soon, they had a hurried wedding, and three wild, insanely happy weeks. Jean, with all her splendor of beauty, her impulsiveness, her queer, lovable ways, had been his, all his, for three whole weeks. Her love, so impetuous, she generously gave him with her usual reckless abandon, just as she threw herself, heart and soul, into every new craze— now bridge, now an illogical venture into politics—or poetry. Then, one memorable night, had come the orders to entrain for a camp in a distant city. He had phoned to their apartments, and had told Jean to come to the train. There had been such a hurry and bustle, so many heartbroken wives and mothers at the station, and they had had so little time, that he had not found her. The train had pulled out before he saw her,, but he tried to comfort himself with the thought that in a few days, at most, Jean would be with him again. He thought of how he had found another little apartment for her when they reached the new camp. He had wired her to come, but she had gone back to her mother’s, and had decided to come later. He was disappointed for a time, but she was so young, she probably didn’t want to cross four States and be in a strange city alone, just to be with him the twenty- four hours a week that he could be absent from camp. Perhaps it would be better for her to stay at home, but still, in his heart, he felt the vague heaviness of impending ill. Not that he didn’t trust her—he had forced himself to place in his wife the most implicit faith, in spite of her own naively-worded and roguishly given confession of her queer, unconventional ideas, and as she had expressed it, “inborn coquettishness,” which, somehow, grated on his more conserva- tive Eastern spirit, and in spite of Wright’s last longing look and reluctant farewell on the night of his wedding. And so he had stayed on, telling himself that she would come later, but when orders to embark came, she still had not joined him. When they were in New York, he had gotten a long, beautiful letter from her, telling him of how lonely she had been and how she missed him. She had not been well, she said, and Was afraid to take the trip to the camp alone. He knew she was better off at home, so he stifled his own disappointment, and sent her a telegram that he was sailing. He had had letters from her while he was in France; they had been characteristic, irre- sponsible, unworried letters, but she had never told him what he wanted most to hear. He had so hoped that if he were destined not to come back, that there might be a Bardwell Johnson Barnes, Jr. to love Jean and be her support and comfort in his absence; but she did not write him of any such hopes. Maybe she was planning to surprise him; maybe—maybe—. His thoughts wandered on and on as he reviewed his past experiences, and his heart leaped up with joy as he realized he was going back to Jean. In two weeks more he would see her, for they would land the following day and go straight to the demobilization camp. He had not had a letter from Jean for about four months, but the mails had been so congested, he knew she had written but he had not received her letters. He was thinking of all these things when he saw the first faint gleam of dawn and realized that he must be back in his bunk by reveille, and he hastened below. At noon the next day they landed, amidst all the cheers and noise that greets a troop ship. As soon as they had done the necessary marching and were released, Bard found the Western Union and send this telegram: Mrs. Bard J. Barnes, San Argon, California. Landed and am coming to my girl as soon as I can get there. Love. Bard. The next day they left the port and came by rail to Camp Gunter. He slipped off the train at one station, and wired Jean to meet him at Springfield, his old home, since the train was to stop there for a short time. He could think of no other thing, but that Jean, his Jean, would meet him. After all these seven months of the anguish of being away from her; after all the horror and sadness, the human agony, the devastation, the pain, that he had seen; after all the ugly, sordid, grimy, nauseating things that he had witnessed in the base hospital in France, he was once more to see her! How good God had been to him, to let him come back to her, whole and sound, to love her, cherish her, and worship at her shrine all the rest of his life. He thought of his blessings all along the tiresome trip. At last, on the third night, the train was pulling into Springfield. Ah, soon, soon, they would be there! Why, by the way, his mother and father would be there to meet him, too, for their home was in Springfield, but somehow he had not thought so much of that—but Jean, Jean, his glorious, beautiful Jean would be there! Oh, it was worth all of his loneliness, all of everything, to know that now, in only a few short moments, he would crush her to his heart again. As they pulled into the station, every soldier shouted as if he would burst his lungs. They tumbled off the train into the arms of the waiting loved ones. Bard ran through the crowd, searching each face for Jean’s black eyes. “Jean! Jean!” he called, as he ran. Then he saw his mother and father, looking about with anxious eyes. He ran up to them, and amid their tears and kisses he asked hoarsely, “Where is my Jean? Why isn’t she here? I wired her to come! Oh, why isn’t she here?” His mother put her hands on his shoulders and sobbed, “Oh, my dear boy! My poor, dear boy!” Then the train whistled and the officers commanded the men to get back on to go to Camp Gunter. Dazed, numb, half-crazed with disappointment and pain, he climbed into the train. She had not been there! His Jean! God! Why had she not come? When he wanted her more than anything else in the world! He mechanically did as he was bid when they unloaded the junk of the company. He worked as if he were in a dream, and what horrible dream it had been! He fell down upon J L his cot at last, and then his heart seemed to burst. Some big cloud was hovering over him, some mystery, some great and awful thing that he did not understand. Then his shoulders heaved with great, rocking sobs; masculine sobs of mental agony, and hot, bitter tears streamed down his tanned cheeks. Wright, his old pal, lay in the next cot, and he sat up as he laid a friendly hand on Bard’s shoulder, and said, “Old man, what’s the trouble?” The storm broke. Wright’s com- forting words seemed to intensify the paroxysm, and he said, in surprise, “Why, Bard, I never saw you shed tears in my life! Can I help you? My God! Man, what is the matter?” T don’t know—Jean wasn’t at the train—maybe she didn’t get my telegram—maybe she doesn’t know I’m here—but, Wright, I feel that some terrible thing is about to be revealed to me—I can't stand it! Oh, why wasn’t she there?” Then he sobbed his tired body to sleep, as Wright sat there, gently rubbing his aching head, and saying what he could to comfort him. The Captain had gotten a twenty-four hour leave for the whole company the next day, and Bard caught the first car for Springfield. He still hoped Jean would be there, but some- thing told him that she would not. He walked amid familiar sights until he reached his home. His mother was not expecting him. As he opened the door, she started up and began to cry nervously when she realized it was he. As she sobbed on his shoulder, he said, “Mother, what is it all about? Why all this sadness about my coming back? Where is Jean? I know something is wrong—tell me about it, I’ve got to know.” Then his mother said gently, “Wait, son, sit down here a moment.” And she went upstairs, to return in a minute with a stack of newspapers, the local papers from Jean’s home. “Read the society columns of these, dear, and you’ll understand. And—maybe —I can’t tell you—Oh, my big splendid son! Why do you have to suffer like this?” His face grew tense, his hands trembled as he opened the first paper, and suddenly he saw a blurred headline: Miss Jean Gardner is Hostess at an Informal Dance. Her own name—Miss Jean Gardner—only four months’ ago. His brain seemed sodden, paralyzed. Then, he forced himself to realize the truth—his cloud has burst; the presentiment had materialized. She was no longer his Jean. J According to Form No. Margaret Stark, '24 Fifty She folded the letter, breathed a deep, delicious sigh, and turning to her bosom friend, “Oh, Anabel, he does write the sweetest letters.” “Yes, but, Frances, he’s a stick in the mud when it comes to speaking his mother tongue.” “I give you that much. He isn’t very demonstrative. But still at the same time, he has a writing vocabulary that is marvelous. Besides, Claude is generous. He has showered me with gifts and is all I could wish, in the way of a perfect husband. He has a lovely family and seemingly—yes, they do like me,” she finished, half certainly and half musingly, with a bowed head and far-off eyes. “Aw, let’s go in and make some fudge. These sandy August winds are not on good terms with my eyes, anyway. Moly Hoses! Here he comes, your Claudius Antonius Josephus Orange Blossom.” “How do you know that’s Claude?” Frances quizzed, half jealously. “How could I keep from it? Why, Frances, I'd know that slouch walk if it belonged to the ex-Emperor and Master of Ceremonies of the Cannibal Isles.” “Oh, Anabel, you know very well how he happened to walk that way. That bunch of high school boys when we were in the Senior class began to practice that walk after going on a camp with that idiotic negro as cook who ambled along in that same aimless sort of way.” “Call it ambling if you want to—I call it the rail fence glide. He’s crossing the lawn now. ’Lo Claude, I’ll be back in about three wiggles of a hoot owl’s toe.” And with that simultaneous greeting and parting, Anabel darted into the house, leaving Frances dumb, though gallant, cavalier, that is, gallant by mail—for his letters were remarkable epistles of fiery love—to his fair lady. However, Frances was just seriously foolish enough to devour each flattering word of impassioned persuasion. She stoutly maintained to Anabel that “poor dear Claude” was a veritable diamond in the rough; that he had the real making of a man, but like our immortal Lincoln he “just couldn’t make love in the usual sort of way. Whereupon Anabel would invariably return, “If he can’t make love now, how do you expect him to be after the ‘stunt’?” Then Frances would purse her lips and wrap a strand of flying, golden, and carefully waved hair about the tip of her upturned nose and ruminatingly reply, “Oh, but that’ll be different then!” “Yes, about as different as the north and south poles—all the difference in the world between the two, but the same temperature and condition at each one.” Then it was Anabel’s wont to thrust her hands into the skirt pocket of her favorite sport suit, and cocking her shining brown head at a mischievous angle, give Frances the benefit of her smile of mingled sarcasm and chagrin—sarcasm at her favorable attitude toward Claude; and jealous chagrin at the defeat of her own bright speeches by Claude, the embodiment of awkward, masculine timidity. She took the stand that a man who didn’t have a “line” strong enough to “sell” himself to his most desired prospect, would fail as a business man, in his attempts to sell himself there. However, she did not take into consideration Claude’s unassailable honesty, his steadfastness of purpose, that made his perseverance a thing at which to be marveled and a means by which he gained everything he had ever really wanted. He was a favorite with the men on account of his ability to enter into any sort of a game, either golf, football, hunting or cards, with the same principles of fair play and a “square deal.” But undoubtedly he “simply couldn’t talk, and was no sparkling scion of society. When Anabel returned, proudly bearing a plate of hot fudge, she found Claude meekly assenting that he, too, hoped the moon would “come up” that night. Her rosy cheeks lately colored by the task of candy-making, her damp ringlets clustered about her bright face and shining eyes, formed a pretty picture as she jauntily goose-stepped, Oh, what a husband he would make How quiet would be the house, His gentle voice would ne’er disturb The slumbers of a mouse. And Claude, in angular, blushing confusion, made a wild dash for his hat, stammering as he backed off, “G-good evening, ladies.” “Oh don’t go, Claudic,” pleaded Frances with a hurt look in her eyes. “Please come and get some fudge.” By this time Claude had backed into a flower pot at the edge of the steps. He rolled over. In an inglorious heap he landed in the flower bed, but quickly got to his feet with a simple grin on his face, and walked off—his shiftless amble somewhat perverted by a slight limp. Her slim little body rocking with paroxysms of laughter, Anabel threw her arm out in the direction of the departing figure, and declared with a significant wink, “Entitled, ‘Shot at and Missed!’ Respectfully dedicated to Mr. Claude Daniels.” “You’re a perfect brute, Anabel. Can’t you stop laughing? Let’s read this letter he left —or will you laugh all night?” Well, go ahead, I can stand anything now.” Frances began: My Darling Girl: Since you and I are in every way ideally suited to each other, and since we are in every manner complementary to one another, it is my sincere belief that Providence, in its omnipotent power, has brought our two lives together to form a splendid union blessed by unseen hands. To me you are the most wonderful woman in the world —the only woman for me. And together, I firmly believe that we can make our lives better and happier. Let us not linger too long in indecision, but promise, dear, that you will be my own—my beautiful wife. Your beloved, Claude. “Huh,” disgustedly grunted Anabel, “sounds like something the old cat drug in and the little kittens wouldn’t have.” “You unappreciative girl. Just for that I’m going to marry him!” And she did—the very next month, which happened to be September. According to the old stereotyped form, “they were married in the little stone church around the corner, amidst a small circle of relatives and friends.” And Frances often entertained Anabel in her own home just a few blocks from the house occupied by “mother and dad.” Spring housecleaning was in full sway. Anabel was there in a bright pink apron and cap. And this was the day set aside to clean out and overhaul all trunks, drawers, and closets. There had been a process going on all morning of sorting, discarding, and re-sorting. Just now the two were delving into the pigeon-holes of Claude’s writing desk, when Anabel extracted from the far end of a most inconspicuous hole, a very yellow little book in fine print, with no back, but evidently much thumbed and dog-eared. With heads together Anabel and Frances watched as it mechanically fell open to reveal a letter headed: Chapter IV. Proposals of Marriage Form No. SO Anabel began to read: My Darling Girl: Since you and I am in every way ideally suited to each other Anabel turned to see Frances as pale as death, her eyes moist, and her lips quivering. She dropped the book and sprang to her feet as Frances automatically rose to hers and went to the window to pull the curtain aside and look out. “Put it up, Anabel,” she said calmly, “Here he comes—that same dear old amble—I wouldn’t have him find I knew for worlds.” “Why, you precious old goose,” returned Anabel. Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club Reveals Clubdom’s Mysteries to Quaking Novices Saturday evening marked the beginning of the stormy era of initiating rites for the unsuspecting schools of Fish who thronged M. E. B. headquarters, the gym, to await with fear and trembling the first dread order, “Take down your hair!” Hardly was this introductory behest obeyed when the unhappy victims found their vision obscured by a substantial blindfold. Then the quaking “would-be’s” began the gauntlet of unknown and terrifying perils; cliffs were fallen from; greasy ropes precipitated the unsuspecting unfortunates into icy pools; des- perately coerced cavalrymen rode piano stools the tops of which became unscrewed at every turn. At the last preliminary test of faithfulness and courage, the candidates were persuaded to imbibe a potion which, in its composition, majored in “worms” and castor oil. If this effective balm was not sufficient to insure eternal loyalty, the slackers will be discovered by the end of the week of trial, during which the old members may observe the mettle of the new ones. Many have already shown the brass which predominates in their anatomy; the prevailing “metal” of others, it is feared, bears a striking resemblance to warm chewing gum. All, however, have yet a chance to redeem themselves and become dependable members. Monday and Tuesday were designated by the authorities as the appropriate days for new members to convey books to class in suitcases. The accepted hair dress was an elongated psyche, terminating in a bow. Here a tribute should be paid the artistic genius of the Fish, for everything from a variegated lingeries rosette to a flowing bridal effect graced the coiffures, which reared themselves heavenward in altitudinous attitudes of ascension. On Wednesday, it was officially announced, trotting was to be the order—or gait, rather— of the day. If fatigue retarded the feet of a new initiate, an old M. E. B. was always on hand to accelerate the pace of the poor pedestrian. Altogether, the week’s excitement has been entirely satisfactory—from the old members’ point of view. When their rooms were cleaned, their shoes shined, and uniform buttons three years missing, were sewed on by the patient Fish, their “superiors” sent them on errands, and even dispatched them to classes of absent-minded professors to fill space and answer roll-call. And then, after all imaginable tasks had been performed, the ingenuity of the old members suggested that chambrays be donned backwards, ham omelet be eaten with the knife and sundry other vaudeville acts performed for the amusement of the upper classmen. In a word, the week of general flunkeying for the old members has shown the entire good spirit which characterizes the growing and democratic Mary Eleanor Brackenridge Club. MY PATH J There’s a path that leads—most anywhere, And it carries one on and away To the land of love and no-care, To the land of infinite day. It’s green, is this dear little path so true, And it’s gold with the sun ray’s glow, And the light is the smile of the big sky blue, That the blue bird brought, you know. And it leads to the hills of the setting sun, Where the waters to silver turn, Where the violets grow and the fairies run, And the carpets are emerald fern Won’t you come with me down my little path, Transformed by a fairy’s rod, To the sunset land of hope and faith, To the dear little plains of God? —Ruth West. J % Ii Roberta Clay.... Assistant Editor Ruth West Staff Port Florence Williams Comic Editor Christine Taylor Business Manager REPORTERS Bertha Duncan Ruth Palmer Dovie Brown Maurine Thompson Kate BrodNax Dorothy Jenkins Dorothy Conner Louise Von Struve Frankie Maverick Margaret Stark THE DAEDALIAN QUARTERLY Carrie Goodrich ..............Editor-in-Chief Thelma Lucas........................... Literary Editor JACK Briscoe Comic Editor Christine Taylor.. Business Manager J ii The Daedalian Quarterly MHE DAEDALIAN QUARTERLY is the literary quarterly publication of the College. The magazine is representative of the best literary ability in the English Department and during the year 1919-20, especially has the merit of the magazine been exceptionally high. The circulation of the magazine is broad, the selection of material careful, and, hence, the position which it assumes among the other publications is one of excellence. J r ALUMNAE REVIEW j L AlumnAe, rEvief «CELREATH our rtoR THE aim of this magazine, as is that of every graduate publication, is two-fold: To preserve the bonds of love and fellowship between the members of the Asso- ciation by keeping them in constant touch with one another, and to promote the progress and usefulness of the mother college by keeping its alumnae informed con- cerning its undertakings and accomplishments. It is the hope of the Association and of the management of the Review that this aim may be realized and that the service rendered may be of real benefit both to the Association and to the College. DAEDALIAN STAFF-1920 Mildred Parks...... Analois Pullen. Marian Thomson Kate Brodnax.... Elizabeth Froi.ey.. Jack Briscoe. Florence Williams Maurine Thompson Lady Jane Ellis ....... Aileen Folliard.... Dorothy Jenkins Bess Holstead...... ...............Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Art Editor Society Editor Literary Editor Athletic Editor Comic Editor Kodak Editor Assistant Kodak Editor Assistant Comic Editor Assistant Comic Editor Assistant Business Manager J Ii WHAT A LEAP-YEAR DEGREE STUDENT THINKS ABOUT: TUE GOT TWO JOBS Offcfieo ne, but i must TAKE THE owe TOtTTWS (WE TO SUPPORT, HAROLD, Of OR'sot LUO UT «15 Life to oc owe of ewe. fp? S6 f?G I OW fflflfli ETHOUGH PORTUlO TO uuc AS cheap 05 owe!! ON MARCH 20 Ben Roberts tells this tale. He said he was out at the Normal on the afternoon of March 20, the day of the Senior Banquet—and also of the lecture of Mr. Eisenlohr, who was to offer entertainment to those who were not permitted to go to the banquet. Normal Student—“Going anywhere tonight, Ben?” Ben—“Yes, I’ve got a date out at C. I. A. tonight, at the Senior Banquet.” Normal Student—“Well, you know, that was announced out here at chapel this morning and a lot of us fellows are thinking about going. The tickets are thirty-five cents, aren’t they?” FROM “SCAIPY” The point to the following epigram will be caught at once by all 0. I. A. students: “First Stude—‘Was there a full audience at the University Band's program last night?’ Second Stude—‘They must have been; they stayed clear through it.’ ” Who steals my duds can be sought for, but the person who steals my electric curling iron —is safe. Why ? J (UUneOR OF JOIUIORS EJERC DI5C05SIMO Tee p. (J. HOP. FRESHFMN ( ONLY COTCHMUS- THE L� 5T UJORD j “ WHOP- szews LIKE I OUGHT to KNOW Him. I KNOW rue HEARD THAT nbwe before ? ” sr-p avo: S wt. dUui Mp ip s t ,c- 6-exai- AL ucaJug - rnx THE LASS-0 Extracts and Essences From OUR College Paper LFN. Wonder if the Juniors are goin’ to taik pins to their banquet to pin their sleeves back to eat? Gimps have been sugjested. Theres a town in Texas Mr. Bralley sez where they can’t keep C. I. A. girls as teachers, becauze they allers git marreid the first year they teech there. But I ain’t tellin where that place is tell—Milly an me here from the school bored. It would be a chemicle impossibillitie for sum peepul up here to ever, ever get a B. S. digree. Marian Thomson’s bein art edditur of the Annyual this year will be a good prepparation for being the saim of the Quarterlie next year. Although it’s rather late in the year for this, anyone who went to the Dallas Fair can appreciate it at any time: Accounts: October 17, one pair new shoes.................$10.00 October 20, shoes re-soled............................. 1.50 NOTE—If you wish to have any pep, arrange for it previously through the Brackenridge office. Some one asked Prof. Jackson if he was a “Dr.” yet, and he said, “No, and if he was, it would be sure to be ‘Doc’.” APROPOS OF THE DALLAS FAIR LFN. No, we didn’t see none ov the exhibits but we rode on the Seenic Railway three times and on the Mammuth racer and then went through the Royal Gorg. We allso took in the Gaim and the Majestic up town. Then we went window shopping for a while winding up at Woolworth’s where we bought a few things. We nearly ruined that swell supper we had in Dallis because we forgot where we was and shook the salt-celler hard. And that reminds us that someone suggested that a good cartoon for the Annual would be the picture of a girl trying to extract salt from one of the dormitory salt-shakers. Our artists could not draw it with perfect justice, declaring—with truth—that only a moving picture film would suit the subject—and so we just pass on the idea—to whom it may concern. HAMMER HIT PERHAPS the most diverting occupation extant is that of listening to the gems of philos- ophy concerning women which proceed with all seriousness out of the mouths of male Profs. Should a girl who had just got her privileges back feel like a privileged person? One Soph recommends “Paradise Lost” as a sure cure for insomnia. LFN. Billie Burke wants fore prominent Seniors warned that the library ain’t the plase for discussing there respectabul teachurs, Carlyle, Socey, crushes and other foolishness, setting a bad exampul to other peepul who want to read. THE LASS-0 Extracts and Essences From OUR College Paper Character sketches of peepul you might be interested in: Carrie Goodrich—A five-foot bundle of giggles, funnie remarks, an' real knowledge. Maurine Canon—Always between the devil and the deep blue sea: the Senior Class and the Faculty Council. Gladys Wright—Divided between two ambitions; to be a vamp or a literry chenius, with leanings toward the formur. Florence Williams—Her motto: Eat first, THEN to business. Lillian Condiff—“Who and what are you? I’m from Missouri.” Ruth DeVall—Since bein' on the Lass-0 she looks at father’s paper with a critical eye. FEMININITY SPEAKS We know that the true college spirit is to pass over the unpleasant and to speak only of the pleasant, but there is a limit to all things—even to the tolerance of rats. An occasional visit from this little animal affords a bit of harmless excitement in the dormitories, but when they come by families, clans, tribes, and hordes, their visits grow a trifle monotonous. Some night when you have just settled down for a good hour’s work, you feel an unusual touch on your foot, glance down and find some gay debutante of the rat family straightening the powder on her little pink nose with the pom-pom of your bedroom slipper, you decide that certainly you have a right to more than the ONE uniform scream permitted by the astute faculty advisor. Later, at the third flash, you rush for the upper part of the stacked bed, only to find some old grandfather rat taking a nap on your pillow. You say this is even worse than when, a few minutes later, you found some of his gayer descendants holding a banquet in that box you got from home. All through the night you can hear some member of the family, who has chosen carpentering as his profession, cutting away on something, and you lie still, wondering fearfully whether it is your term theme or the sole of those new eighteen-dollar walking shoes. You can see in the moonlight eight or ten frisky mice dancing across your curtain pole to the music furnished by the more industrious of their tribe as they go about their nightly task of cutting up your hose and lingerie. It is when, in the sequence of events, affairs reach this point that we say it is not infringing upon the spirit of college loyalty to complain. (But some people say it’s worse to have a roommate who takes Zoology and who keeps her specimens in the room overnight.) Ei J E III Mi ! J CALENDAR FOR JUST ANY MONTH AT C. I. A. Sunday, First—Miss Hefley insists on observance of quiet hour. Paper bag lunches served. Wardrobe calls on Beulah Robinson. Martine Morris goes to Sunday School. Monday, Second—A Fish wishes to enter the Press Club. The Gooch twins intro- duce a new style of hair dress. Tuesday, Third—Prexie makes the announcement that C. I. A. is the best College for girls in the South. (Prolonged applause.) Wednesday, Fourth—Groans issue from Room 117, Administration Building. They are found to originate in the literary pains of one self-satisfied staff. Jack Briscoe has advised “pep.” Thursday, Fifth—Senator Hopkins delights damsels with a talk saying C. I. A. is finest school in the South. (Prolonged applause.) Flossie W. has exam in science. Saturday, Eighth—Chaps, make statement that they are best club in school. Flos- sie W. decides to study science. Sunday, Ninth—Wardrobe calls on Allene Jones. Tuesday, Tenth—President Bralley says he and Woody and the Queen of Sheba are all of the same opinion—there is no better college for the girls in the U. S. than C. I. A. M. E. B.’s declare themselves the best club in school. Wednesday, Eleventh—Flossie reconsiders her resolve to study. Roberta Clay writes an English theme. Thursday, Twelfth—Miss Hefley tells anecdote of “When I Was a Girl.” Friday, Thirteenth—Mr. Allen gives twenty-seven questions on a twenty-minute quiz. Saturday, Fourteenth—Student Council considers late immoralities. Sunday, Fifteenth—Martine Morris, Hazel Becker and Gamma Marquess go to Sunday School. Wardrobe calls on Beulah Robinson. Monday, Sixteenth—Maurine Canon consumes food at the cafeteria. Tuesday, Seventeenth—President Bralley says the need for a new dormitory is felt. Wednesday, Eighteenth—Miss Hefley delivers lecture on cheek dancing and tickle- toeing. Mr. Donoho requests poetry from his Freshman class. Thursday, Nineteenth—The regents make an inspection. Gladys Wright interviews Mr. Baldwin. Friday, Twentieth—Carrie Goodrich declares the Quarterly won’t be worth having. Thirty Fish desire to drop Chemistry. Sunday, Twenty-second—Bolshevistic classical music is indulged in. Gamma and Hazel go to Sunday School. Wardrobe calls on Allene Jones. Monday, Twenty-third—F. W. flunks on exam in science; writes a serial for the Lass-O. Tuesday, Twenty-fourth—Senator Hopkins says C. I. A. is greatest school in South. (Front page headlines in Lass-O.) Wednesday, Twenty-fifth—Lass-0 reporters search madly for space filler. Thursday, Twenty-sixth—Mass meeting for purpose of judging erring damsels and placing sentence. Friday, Twenty-seventh—Athenaeums say they are best club in school. Saturday, Twenty-eighth—Mr. Bralley declares that C. I. A. is best college for girls in the South. Sunday, Twenty-ninth—A few old reliables go to Sunday School. Lowry girls wash their hair. Monday, Thirtieth—Lass-0 bids for news. Mr. Cobb lectures in Spanish on “When I Was at Baylor.” POPULARITY J Ii THE EVENTUAL TERMINATION OE C. I. A. FACTS AS WE SEE OUR FACULTY MARY’S AND SUSIE’S GUESTS AS WE SEE OUR VISITORS M mu fl soy looks to «iroseLf houj we looks to U Hero HE e(UT£ fts LOuJHY DHV- cue RV G-lflL ft) the ioig- «ACL ne so ocav I some dmvi ug- hull'. J WE PRINT ALL THE NEWS Alas-ih C. I. A. Denton, Texas Volume XX ARTIST’S NUMBER EDITOR DECAMPS WITH LASS-0 PROPERTY MANY RUMORS AFLOAT REQUIEM OF LOVE faithful sen Ri J IDLE raOHEIUTS k Ii Ii J Ii THE STUDENT FOR MAKING PHOTOGRAPHS IN THE HOME, THE WORK. IS VERY PRACTICAL, THE STUDENT LEARNS BY DOING THE WORJO HERSELF- ' COLLEGE BULLETIN-PAGE. 124- CONTROL J Ii J hi Advisor of Finances APPRECIATION IN WRITING an appreciation it is always impossible to mention everyone who has been of service in preparing a book. Therefore, with a few excep- tions, this is a general, rather than a specific thanks, for service and favors extended to the Daedalian Editor and Business Manager, by the students and College authorities. Specific thanks must be rendered, however, to Miss Mamie Walker, and Dr. Theo- dore G. Gronert, our faculty advisors, for their assistance and sympathy in helping us with financial and literary details. Upon their shoulders, many times, has rested the weight of our accumulated woes, and to them is to be given the credit for the restoration of our flagged-out morale. Thanks of a general nature must be given to the whole Daedalian staff for the work that they always did cheerfully and usually efficiently. To Miss Kate Brodnax who took charge of the society section at the last moment and who worked it out under much difficulty goes our unbounded admiration. To the girls not on the staff and to the members of the faculty who did valuable work on the Annual goes also our sincere appreciation. Special credit is due Mr. Roy J. Beard and the Southwestern Engraving Com- pany for the careful attention that they gave every detail of our work, and Mr. Oliver J. Pease and the Hargreaves Printing Company for the well-handled pages and the helpful suggestions they made. Mildred Parks, Editor. Analois Pullen, Business Manager. MORITURI SALUTAMIS COLLEGE ANNUAL is an ideal which we may some B Z day come near to realizing. Modestly, we thought we would reach it, but now that our solemn duty of pre- serving the picture of college life this year is at an end, do we realize we are leaving much to the new staff to achieve. What we do earnestly and sincerely hope is that you will find the book as interesting as we have tried to make it. Although we have suffered disillusion and disappointment at times, we have enjoyed our work. And now that the time has come to give up the Daedalian, to write the last page, we find in our hearts not the vast relief we expected, but a bit of regret, and more than a bit of envy for the new staff which is to take charge of the Annual for next year. In this last sentence the staff sadly scratches a farewell to the checkered page of the year —the page that portrays Duty, bending with furrowed brow and solemn face glaring at the traitorous mass that represents the Daedalian in the making; the page that shows Fun lurking in musty corners, eluding Duty in a merry chase that leads back to Daedalian office (perhaps by way of the window) ; to the page on which you may see Folly, dancing gaily on the sub-editor’s table, scattering sandwiches and ink with staffish abandon and perhaps upsetting the swivel chair. The page shows all this and more. The pictures glimmer in a mellow blending of sunshine and shadow. Through the office there steals a ghostly figure. It is the signal for the staff to go. With a backward glance and a reluctant hand the staff closes the door on the spirit of the 1920 Daedalian. COLLEGE OF INDUSTRIAL ARTS (The State College for Women) DENTON, TEXAS College of Industrial Arts at Denton, Texas, is the largest college for I c) young women, not only in Texas, but in the Southwest. During the current session it has matriculated more than 1462 students, and during the summer session of 1919 matriculated 666 students, making a total of more than 2100 students who attended the College during one year. In organization, courses of study, equipment of laboratories, faculty and all other respects, it is a college of the first class, according to the report of the College Examiner of the State Board of Examiners. When the College first opened its doors to receive •)lic high school, ' - • n Home Econor s in the matter has four times as man; i Economics as any other educational institution in Tea The College gives four years of bona fide college training, its courses of study being composed of correlated subjects and including every proper phase of the education of woman: (1) The Household Arts Course; (2) the Literary Course; (3) the Fine and Applied Arts Course; (4) the Manual Arts Course; (S) the Rural Arts and Science Course; (6) the Homemaker’s Course; (7) the Music Course, including piano, voice, violin and public school music; (8) the Reading or Expression Course; (9) the Commercial Arts Course; (10) the Kinder- garten Training Course; (11) the Vocational Courses, and (12) the Summer Courses, including (a) the regular College Courses, and (b) the Summer Normal Institute Courses required for all grades of teacher’s State certificates. The College maintains a well-organized and efficient Department of Extension, through which it renders helpful service to women’s organizations, to the homes of the State and to the public high schools of Texas. The work is so organized that groups of subjects or integral parts, of the several courses of study may be taken in one year, in two years, in three years, or in four years; and in all proper cases college credentials, teachers’ certificates, diplomas and the bachelor’s degree are awarded. A woman college physician looks after the health of all students. The Faculty consists of one hundred and nine members, educated and trained in the best colleges of America and Europe. The College plant is valued at $1,500,000.00, and consists of fourteen sub- stantial, commodious buildings. The instructional and dormitory buildings are located on a high hill in the center of the seventy-five-acre campus. It is a Texas College for Texas girls, and has the best and most modern equipment, and is a College of the first rank. Why send girls out of Texas to college when they can get better education and training in their home State at the College of Industrial F. M. BRALLEY, President COLLEGE OF INDUSTRIAL ARTS DENTON, TEXAS TxjHITTLK W wtvtRnrtING nUUCAll- Mubu Makes (Sunil Suites letter For the home or for school-days frolics, here are instru- ments that make possible the best of music of every kind —Duo-Art Pianos —Pianolas —Aeolian Players —Pianos —Columbia Grafonolas —Aeolian Vocations —Ukuleles —Ban jukes —Mandolins —Clark Irish Harps The Southwest’s Largest Dealers in Musical Instruments of Every Character SOIilTTLEfOlBICfo EVERYTHING NV GICAL Dallas, Texas !S:_ TO THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE— Next to the adornment of true womanly character, noth- ing can claim so necessary and graceful a part in life and the home as good music. Permit us to suggest a fine Piano, Player, or Phonograph as a lasting and ever appreciable memento when the school days are ended if not before. FIELD-IIPPMAN il IPiAisj© lid S?r®isiss COMPLIMENTS of BLAIR-HUGHES Wholesale Grocers DALLAS, TEXAS “SUCH UNEXPECTED FLAVOR COMBINATIONS” is the verdict of every one who eats TEXAS GIRL CHOCOLATES “Sweetest in 48 States” IS DIFFERENT ASSORTMENTS—101 DISTINCT VARIETIES Comprising Real Fruits, Nuts and Creams All Delightful Surprises DE LUXE and CREME DE LA CREME assortments contain the choicest goodies of TEXAS GIRL CHOCOLATES Ask your druggist or confectioner for them. If he can’t supply you write us. Our guarantee with every box DALLAS IN TEXAS IT’S RENOWN Tea RENOWN Cocoa RENOWN Coffee (ACCEPT no substitutes) RENOWN Peanut Butter RENOWN Food Products “The Home oj RENOWN” BOREN-STEWART COMPANY Branches: Denton, McKinney, Paris, Terrell, Waxahachie. JONFIDENCE is a real business asset. Its estab- lishment holds old customers and brings new ones. It forms the basis of success. To be assured of fair treatment—the application of the Golden Rule—is the craving of each of us. Confidence is encouraged through mutual understand- ing, through acquaintanceship and through personal contact, each one knowing the other and the other’s habits, characteristics and ambitions. It is to promote just such mutual confidence that this advertisement—serving as our personal message—has been written. We want the people who now deal with us and others who may be inclined to do so, to know, intimately, something about our house, our merchan- dise, our methods and our management. We invite a close acquaintanceship, and hold ourselves in readiness to establish ourselves in the confidence of the trade through faithful performance, proper consid- eration and a strict observance of the policy of fair treatment. Perkins Dry Goods Company Wholesale Dry Goods Dallas MACHINERY AND MILL SUPPLIES Briggs-Weaver Machinery Company DALLAS “The House of Service” Exclusive Distributors— CUT FLOWERS —BETTY WALES DRESSES —PR1NTZESS SUITS and COATS BAKER BROS. Florists A Complete Department Store W. A. GREEN CO. FORT WORTH, TEXAS A GOOD STOCK and GOOD TRAIN SERVICE Dallas Telephone Your Orders J E “Pare Food Ice Creamv “Better Candies'1’ For sale by all Leading Druggists and Confectioners of Denton 1301, 1303, 1305, 1307 West Seventh Street FORT WORTH, TEXAS WHEN IN FORT WORTH Visit Pangburn’s CAFETERIA The most modern south of St. Louis 1007 Houston Street COMPLIMENTS WAPLES-PLATTER GROCERY COMPANY Fort Worth, Texas White Swan Wapco Brands Pure Food Products J It’s Quality Supreme ICE CREAM Prepared for the Connoisseur SHAW BROS. CREAMERY CO. FORT WORTH, TEXAS COMPLIMENTS of CARTER GROCERY COMPANY Fort Worth, Texas House of Send Us Your Next Order for Drawing Material School Art School Drawing Books Practical Drawing Modern Arts Course School Movement Writing Books School Art Materials Schoolroom Pictures School Supplies Practical Modern Arts Course Adopted by for Public Schools J The Daedalian gjg WAS PRINTED gjg BOUND BY US frfSIDE from Catalog work, we do Lithograph- ing. Embossing, Made to Order Blank Books, Special Rulings, Legal Blanks, Etc. • Engraved Wedding Invitations, Announcements, At Home and Visiting Cards, Dance Programs A Complete Line of Office Sup- plies, Fancy Box Papers, Score, 30 YEARS IN Tally and Place Cards, Picture ••XHEHOUSEOF DALLAS Framing, Kodak Finishing, Etc. SERVICE” Hargreaves Printing Company 1012 Elm Street 1013 Main Street ten =0 Seawell’s Cafe 1108 Main St. DALLAS, TEXAS College Patronage Solicited for ihe Daedalian Southwestern Paper Company DALLAS - HOUSTON Our Apparel for Youth Portrays New Fashions at Their Best Suits and Street Frocks Frocks for Teas, Dinners, Dances Smartest Togs for Spring Wear —And each charming garment shown has been chosen to complement the loveliness of each particular type of young girlhood. —And last, but not least, wise planning has made possible pricings which, wre are certain, will be found unusually satisfactory. —With each issue of the Annual has gone our name. —We esteem it a privilege to carry an advertisement in your Annual and wish to call your attention to the fact that we Try at All Times to have just the kind of merchandise the people need. We appreciate every courtesy shown us and assure you we will try to make you feel at home when you are in our store. —Remember we handle all the Uniforms—including Suits, Caps, Hats, Coats, Bloomers, Gloves, Shoes and all the acces- sories you will need. —You are always welcome. Do not fail to visit us every time you are in town. SANGER BROS. Dallas JARRELL-EVANS DRY GOODS COMPANY m CAMPS DRUG STORE Expert Pharmacists Stationery, Fountain Pens, Toilet Articles Phonographs CAMPS DRUG STORE The Popular Place C. I. A. STUDENTS Meet Your Friends at Curtis’ You will always find a welcome at Curtis’, so come on and make yourself at home. You'll find a good stock of goods at Curtis’ which is fresh, com- plete and up-to-date, and a force of helpers who are interested in the busi- ness and in you and who are anxious to please you in every detail. Try Curtis’ Ice Cream Curtis’ Ice Cream is as good as can be. It is made from pure cream flavored with the finest quality fruit juices. You and your friends will both like it. The Olympia Confectionery Makers of Home Made Candies Denton, Texas The Curtis Company AMBITION This store has never wasted time dreaming of bigness— its growth has been the logical result of simple hopes put into action. Its ambitions have been to do the very best it could each day—to play big, work hard, deal honestly, inwardly and outwardly, and to better tomor- row the best of today. Consequently, if it is, as many believe, an ideal trading place it is because ambition got up early in the morning and started off in the right direction, while good, hard, honest, joyful work put wishes into action. It is our ambition to render the Faculty and Students of the College the best service possible. For the opening of the fall term of 1920-21 it will be our ambition to have the uniforms, materials and smaller items in quantities large enough to meet the large demands that will be made on us. W. B. McCLURKAN CO. “Send Us Your Mail Orders” A Store of Specialties CATERING to the more discriminating rather than to the entire range of trade has placed this in a different class from the average store. A Store of Specialties more clearly describes it. That being our policy, it behooves us to carry lines of merchandise that are distinctive—things that are so desirable that women recognize them as being so, the moment they see them. Student trade commands our close attention in supply- ing their wants and if we so say it, we believe you’ll agree that we come very near meeting your every requirement in the way of both merchandise and store Most of you, both alumni and students, are familiar with the character of our goods, so send us your mail orders. Such favors will receive our prompt and most careful attention, we assure you. If you teach, we can supply you with certain class-work materials. Any item of uniform wear sold by this store is guaran- teed to be correct as specified by the college authorities. THE WILLIAMS STORE COURT SQUARE EAST Denton, Texas C. I. A. STUDENTS— CONGRATULATIONS —You are to be heartily congratulated. Your presence in Denton emphasizes the fact that you believe educational advantages in Texas just as good as elsewhere, so you make this home institution your Alma Mater. It is a gQod lesson to learn in life’s morning. In later years to “keep the home fires burning,” carry the same principle into all your actions and your patronage for Apparel, Necessities and Luxuries, will go to swell the coffers of Denton merchants, that they in turn may assist State institutions and local enterprises. —Our store caters to people who appreciate the real advantage of purchasing high-grade merchandise that is nationally advertised and universally known as the best. That is the protection that we offer the patrons of this store. We list the following for your convenience: □f= -_IE|[ =]l ]Bt =IB 1 I Printzess Coats and Suits Walk-Over Shoes Griffin-White Shoes Johansen Bros. Shoes j Gordon Hosiery Simmons Gloves || Futurist Underwear All C. I. A. Requirements U s s □ F==1BI =11---=JQl “The Big Store on the South Side of the Square” WILSON-HANN CO. The Store of Certain Satisfaction J THE DREAMLAND THEATRE C. I. A. STUDENTS— Wc Appreciate Your Patronage of the Past, Our Efforts Are to Secure a Good Picture for Every Day. Bring Your Friends and Feel at Home in Our Show Young and Old Students Alike Will find our place ready to serve you in an efficiert manner a t al times. We In every department you will find ir m-z- W. J. McCray, Jeweler If It’s Anything in the Grocery Line Stop at Turner Brothers On the Southwest Corner Square They Have It Turner Brothers THE PRINCESS THEATRE TO C. I. A. STUDENTS We Contribute This Space in Appreciation of Your Past Patronage. We Want You to Feel at Home in Our Show, and Enjoy it Every Time You Come THE school year closes. With the closing, many of you we bid “Bon Voyage,” as you’ll come no more. To those who are to return we say a happy vacation. We are appreciative of our customers, and in line with our past efforts, this year we are building an addition to take care of Shoe Shop, Beauty Parlor, Dressmaking, Dry Goods, Notions, and other things you will want. Again friends and customers, we thank you. Yours truly, Whitson McDade 0=S3[=]□□!=) THE ORIGINAL C. I. A. STORE Headquarters M. E. B. Write us if we and C. L. C. Pins can serve you a-------------------------------------------------e J ----■ . ... . . .... ■ — rK m DENTON RECORD-CHRONICLE MEMBER ASSOCIATED PRESS —Gives you all the important foreign and local news. Deliv- ered to your home every afternoon at fifty cents per month. By mail, $5.00 per year. Weekly, $1.50 per year. JOB PRINTING Modern, Well-Equipped Job Printing Plant in Connection High-Class Work and Good Service Your Patronage Is Appreciated 'jTKO the Graduates: We hope that in your fond recollections of your College days, you can remember some instance in which this store con- tributed to this happy frame of mind. —To the students who are still here: Call on us when we can be of service to you. We appreciate your patronage. COLLEGE STORE EXCUE WILEY College Steam Laundry 'T'N the past year our plant has been pushed to its capacity, a part of the time we could not produce the quantity of work needed, and at the same time maintain the quality. We chose the quality. We felt that with the excessive cost of the delicate fabrics that pour into our plant by the thousands we should use the most modern and scientific methods. The high cost of production due to labor and sup- plies found its way into our plant the same as the commercial plant, yet we have done the work at a rate of sixty per cent less than their prices. We thank you for the courtesies shown us, espe- cially during the time we could not supply your needs. A College Laundry That Stands up to College Ideals for Service H. G. BROWN, Manager When You Go lo Housekeeping Remember That We Have the— Hoosier Kitchen Cabinets Globe-Wernicke Book Cases STARR AND COLUMBIA GRAFONOLAS AND RECORDS Picture Framing a Specialty We love to please you. You must be pleased or we are not satisfied V. W. SHEPARD Furniture and Undertaking Motor Hearse PHONE 148 and Ambulance NIGHT 48 RAINY DAYS The Ladies’ Store All life’s days cannot be sunshine days. And when rainy days do come, as they surely will—it will be comforting to know that you have money of your own to shel- ter you. The Time to Start Saving is NOW We devote all of our time to the wants of women. It it’s new and stylish you will find it at Scruggs' Store. First Guaranty State Bank M. L. MARTIN. President W. e! SMOOT, Cashier JULIAN SCRUGGS Ladies’ Outfitters East Side of the Square o =i B. B. FOX SON —:■ —=— AGEE SCREEN CO. GROCERS Manufacturers of Doors and Window A Smile With Every Package Screens PHONE 311 821 W. R. R. Ave. Ft. Worth, Texas COMPLIMENTS of Turner Graham Jones-Smart Drug Co. GROCERS “Better Service” __ Drugs, Sodas, Candies and IF IT IS GOOD TO EAT Toilet Goods They Have It East Side Square PHONE 188 PHONE 25 IN REMEMBRANCE Knowledge, the Power Of the days when you were a stu- of Prescription dent. You will look over this book —If you want just what the doctor and recall days that were more calls for in your prescriptions, and the happy than you realized at the time. Hoping that your recollec- tions of the Fair Store may be Cold Drinks, Candies among the pleasant ones, we wish Cigars you well. LIPSCOMB DKUG STORE John T. Campbell Phone 29 West Side Square Denton, Texas East Side S“ WhlCh ttS rbeTult Tch nce 3 “ C. I. A. STUDENTS- McCombs Simpson We solicit your Shoe Business, believing we can give you better values in GOOD — SHOES, and a better fitting service, than is possible elsewhere in Denton. We extend you every courtesy consist- i GROCERIES ent with good business. Our Slogan—BUY SHOES FROM A SHOE STORE. Murphy-Taylor Shoe West Side Square PHONE 150 Company DENTON, TEXAS M ■ ■=■ •• BOYD, The Florist A Flower for Every Occasion 87 North Locust Street DENTON, TEXAS We Grow All Kinds of Flowers and Bedding Plants. T Season for Frost-Proof Cabbage Will Open February 15th. All Vegetable Plants in Season, Including Sweet Potato Plants. We Send Plants by Parcels Post and Express Everywhere. Give Us a Trial Order Service on the Dot Call 51 FIRST NATIONAL BANK (Depository for the College of Industrial Arts) Denton, Texas □ 0=331——JE=OP Capital, Surplus and Undivided Profits SI 20,000.00 □ 0=SC==]tS=0D Offic ; and Dir H. F. Schweer, President Dr. W. C. Kimbrouch, Vice-Pre L. H. Schweer, Cashier W. F. Woodward, Assistant Cast E! F. Davis Berta I. Stout ISe — Watkins Studio We thank you for the many favors this year and here are our best wishes for you wherever you go. The pic- tures in this book were made by us. We can make extra pictures from them any time and can take care of orders by mail. N. A. Watkins and Wife Denton, Texas � —« —The 1919-1920 Daedalian wishes to announce to its readers that MR. ROY J. BEARD Does engraving of high class quality and gives thorough satisfaction to his patrons. A specialty is made of engraving that must be done for calling cards, announcements and all invita- tions for social occasions. Prompt and courteous attention is given every detail. Junior and Senior Class and banquet invitations were ordered from ROY J. BEARD Fort Worth, Texas THE Exchange National Bank Capital and Surplus $150,000.00 DENTON, TEXAS Special Attention to the Busi- ness of Students, who are always Welcome at the Bank. J. R. Christal, President J. C. Coit, Cashier E. D. Curtis, Assistant Cashier “The Better Kind of Kodak Finishing” —Our printing is the highest quality. We use the BEST grade of material, and finished by Modem Methods. Try Us. CARRUTH STUDIO EAT AT CITY HOTEL Dinners served you good old American style and cooked like your mother used to cook them. “In Denton for More Than Twenty Let Us Serve U CITY HOTEL M. L. Martin, A.B., M.D. EYE, EAR, NOSE AND THROAT Suite 100, Raley Building Marinello Beauty Shop located in New Guaranty State Bank Building Dr. Richard Mandell : Building Denton, Tes AMERICAN CAFE Where Most People Eat Everything Carried in Season —Popular Place —Popular Prices r