Thomaston High School - Owl Yearbook (Thomaston, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 80 of the 1925 volume:

obe Owl 1925 Thomaston High School Thomaston, Connecticut is . OPEN A CHECKING ACCOUNT Doing business by check is the safe way. Every paid check is both a record and a receipt of a business transaction. The officers of this bank will be glad to talk with you about it. THE THOM ASTON NATIONAL BANK [3] Compliments of Mrs. George Warrenburger Millinery-East Main St. Thomaston F. T. BID WELL’S JEWELRY STORE TOWN HALL BUILDING (Upstairs) - THOMASTON, CONN. t f t WATCHES, CLOCKS and JEWELRY REPAIRED PIANOS TUNED and REPAIRED PETER DUFF and SON t t t Groceries, Feed and Essex Fertilizer Daniel Ciafardone compliments of South Main Street ICE CREAM PARLOR an Mrs. Soda, Confectionery, Fruit and Tobacco [4] HARRY DIDSBURY FACTS REGARDING POST'S Waterbury Business College 1. Established 1892 — 33 years. 2. Individual instruction. 3. We do not come in competition with, but supplement the public schools. 4. We take the students where we find them. We then fit them for and place them in the position for which they are best adapted. We continue to look after them as long as they need our help or supervision. 5. It is safe to say that: We double, at least, the earning power of our student body. 6. Our students are principally from the High School — with an occasional boy or girl who could not go to High. 7. College graduates, many of them, have taken our courses and are uniformly successful. SUMMER TERM BEGINS JULY 16 Send for Bulletin Telephone 1691 :: :: 108 Bank Street FULLY ACCREDITED PATRONIZE COMPLIMENTS OF DONOVAN’S A . C i a r c i a SERVICE STATION MAIN STREET P. D’ANDREA t f t Cleaning, Pressing, Repairing Dry Cleaning t f t Suits Made to Order in Any Style — Fitting Guaranteed H. L. BLAKESLEE Woodruff's Garden Seed — Gladiola Bulbs — Hardware — Aluminum Ware — Kyanize Paint and Varnish — Columbia Bicycles — Colonial House Paint — Fishing Tackle — Usco Cookstoves and Ovens — Auto Supplies and Sundries EDWARD CROUCH t t t Dr. F. S. PARSONS GENERAL JOBBING DENTIST AND REPAIRING THOMASTON t t t Electric Ave. Thomaston, Ct. Office Hours: 8-11 a. m.; 12-5 p. m. [-6] You Know the reputation of this store for carrying the best. When you buy here you know that you are getting your money’s worth in Style, Quality and Proper Fit. t t t The Morris Shoe Store THOMASTON, CONN. BAY PATH INSTITUTE ofSPfilNGFIELD Massachusetts ill Commercial Subjects Oldest DTonrtal Commercial Department ! in New England Send or Catalog COMPLIMENTS OF THE CONNECTICUT POWER COMPANY m COMPLIMENTS OF A Friend CAMBRIDGE, MASS. Getting Out of Doors Means Closer Attention to Details of Dress — Better Come in and See Our Line of “Things that Show” When Your Coat Is Left Behind Belts, Ties, Collars Flannel Trousers Also Shirts t t t J. J. CONWAY THOMASTON, CONN. A COMPLETE LINE Of Corset- including Practical Fronts, Bon Tons, Royal Wbrcss-ter, and Wrap Arounds. Gordon Stockings are our own specialty. The newest shades of the season always on hand. Headquarters for Pequot Pillow Cases and Sheets. We carry the best percale on the market, “The Punjab.” t t t LYONS’ WOMEN’S SHOP [8] COMPLIMENTARY MILLINERY HOME MADE ARTICLES t t t Mrs. R. J. McRoberts Lipman Block Upstairs A FEW OF THE POPULAR ADVERTISED LINES THAT WE CARRY Royal Society Embroidery Products — Star Crochet Thread (the thread that is highly mercerized and has big yardage) — Fit-Rite Underwear — Humming Bird Silk Hosiery — Ever-fast Wash Fabrics — Lion and Fleisher’s Brands of Yarn — Kirsch and Acme Flat Curtain Rods. f t t WEHRLE’S DRY GOODS STORE CANDYLAND t t t WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN CANDIES, ICE CREAM AND FRUITS MANUFACTURERS OF FINE CHOCOLATES AND BON BONS [9] YELLOW CAB Telephone 3 Miriam F. Murphy Teacher of Violin GRAHAM BROTHERS’ TRUCKS ECONOMICAL - - DEPENDABLE t t t SOLD BY DODGE BROTHERS DEALERS EVERYWHERE t t t E. G. HOTCHKISS, Agent [10] Thomaston Telephone 61-5 OPERA HOUSE THOMASTON t t t Motion Pictures Monday :: Wednesday :: Saturday PARK HOTEL NOW UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT t t t Special Sunday Dinner Roast Chiclken . $1.25 Steak Dinner ... $1.00 THOMAS M. LYONS REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE OF ALL KINDS Notary Public Agent for Studebaker and Mortgage Loans Pierce Arrow Automobiles Office: Main Street [ill Telephone 131 Thomaston Conn. + Seth Thomas Boudoir No. 2 $19.50 AN IDEAL GIFT FOR THE JUNE GRADUATE There are several patterns of Seth Thomas Clocks — for the Boudoir or the Desk — that seem to have been designed especially for graduation gifts. Most Jewelers have them on display in considerable variety. There is one important requisite in selecting a clock — be sure that it bears the name “Seth Thomas.” More than one hundred years of loyal adherence to the highest standard of craftsmanship insures the lasting quality of the Seth Thomas clock of today. Seth Thomas Boudoir No. 2 Height 10 —Ease 8% I Seth Thomas Clock Company ------I [12] 19 West 44th Street New York City ' DISCOVERIES Many years ago men discovered the value of the microscope to study plant and animal life, and the telescope to study the stars and planets. Every calling has some specialized tools to further its own work. But no one has yet discovered any mechanical device that will reveal man’s mind to his fellow man or to himself. Yet the greatest discovery that the average minded man can make is definite knowledge of his own capacity, his mental and spiritual force. The greatest work education can do is to help the student find himself. It does so by showing him his own capacities and how to develop them. The aim of education is to put each student on the right task. Then progress is assured. Education is aimed not only to show each student that he possesses both good and bad qualities, but also to show him how to eliminate the bad qualities and develop the good. The difference between the successful and the unsuccessful student lies in the fact that the successful student has developed more of the good qualities than his unsuccessful friend. The good qualities are the student’s capital in school life. The higher they are developed, the greater the success. Every student carries within himself the ability for a splendid, noble, successful life. Let every student take education as his guide in the discovery of his own abilities, cultivate the good, be in dead earnest and life will hold forth ample reward in service to his fellow man and to himself. Some discoveries of the abilities of our high school students have been made through “The Owl.” Future “Owls” will watch each successive year to discover progress of each and all. What will you have to offer? R. N. BROWN. [14] R. N. BROWN Superintendent of Schools [15] To Our Good Friend Gordon Newton Christopher A Scholar, a Cultured Gentleman To Whom We Are Much Indebted This Volume Is Respectfully Dedicated by the Students of Thomaston High School [16] GORDON NEWTON CHRISTOPHER Principal of High School [17] Ol) £ Owl Published by the Students of the Thomaston High School EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief ... Business Manager Athletic Editor .. Art ............... Jokes ............. Literary Editor .. . Robert Griffith . William Hayes Philip Johnston . Charlotte Hoyt Harrow Kindness . . Ruth Lundahl Business Staff Hayden Hotchkiss Frederick Hellerick Joseph Hefferman Philip Johnston Edward Rouse Frances Doyle Enos O’Connell Gertrude Haderer Reporters Dorothy McMillen (Head), Gertrude Haderer, Ruth Swanson, Helen Tibbals, Catherine Woodward The Th omaston Priming Company, Incorporated, Thomaston, Connecticut [19] Editorials THE FINANCIAL SYSTEM A distinct innovation in school financial affairs is the new system put into operation the past year. It is a plan by which all the resources of the school student body and organizations are audited in one set of books by one person. Under the old plan the different classes, clubs and associations kept track of their accounts through the medium of a treasurer. Since no one student could possibly be the treasurer of every organization, the accounts were naturally separated. Thus it was that no definite information could be had as to the money matters of the school in general without a time-takng and irritating round-up of the different officers. Then, too, through unmeaning negligence, oftentimes the different books were not kept in an entirely satisfactory manner, thus making impossible an accurate inventory. To eliminate all this trouble and annoyance, and in order that a concise and accurate statement of each transaction might be had at a moment’s notice, the idea of having all the records in the care of one person was piut into operation. Miss Nettie Wedge was selected to fill the position of school treasurer, and all the different treasurers, upon receiving money, remit it to her for notation. It must not be believed, however, that this is a pooling of the school’s wealth in one large account. This is not the case. All the deposits are kept separate, each amount drawing its own interest. The plan is simply one inaugurated for the sake of convenience and correctness. To date all the organizations in school except one have placed themselves under this system, and it is expected that the entire list will be included soon. From the very first the plan has been successful, and has found much favor with the pupils as well as with the faculty. So it is that one more worthy step has been taken towards making our school a better organized and more progressive institution. TARDINESS The subject of tardiness is one of greatest importance. An unpleasant blot, to say the least, on any attendance record, tardiness is also one of the most demoralizing features of school life. The disturbing effect of pupils entering class rooms after all have settled down to work, as well as the annoying sight of persons roaming the corridors in the middle of the periods are not in any sense beneficial to a school’s discipline. They are conditions whose removal is imperative. Absence may be excused, but tardiness almost never. The half hour detention period was established with the idea of checking this evil. But even this system seemingly fails to provide the intended result. Must more drastic measures be employed or shall we show sufficient pride in our institution to remedy our own delinquency of our own accord? Just a little more care and thought about getting to school and to classes on time will entirely eradicate this fault. To accomplish this, there [21] is so little to do, and so much to gain, is it not natural that the existence of tardiness is a thing to be wondered at? PROGRESS Thomaston High is a progressive school. It has developed steadily in the past few years from an ordinary small town organization to a modern up-to-date institution, run on a most efficient educational basis. And with the growth and improvement of the school, there has come about a newer understanding between teacher and pupil, a new idea of co-operation toward a definite end. No longer is the pedagogue looked upon as an evil demon, a driver, cruel and cold, heartless, with nothing in view but the pounding into the student’s mind a specified amount of knowledge in a limited space of time. Rather is there at present the idea of “treat and be treated fairly.” But this has not been the work of a day—or even of a single year—it is the result of several years of patient endeavor. And just as life-long friendships may be broken in a few brief hours, so is this alliance a frail thing, even though laboriously welded. Realizing that “it is the small things which count” and that even a pebble may start an avalanche, should we not be careful of our every action ? An unjust law or ruling, or, perhaps, a harmless pleasure denied, and in a flash— back again to the old days of strife and bitter misunderstanding. The ban on public dances is a good thing—to a certain extent. The fear of our superiors that, at a public dance given by the student body or by a student organization, the atmosphere—yes, we may even say dignity—so essential to a school affair would be lacking, is well founded. Indeed, it is heartily agreed that the present system for private invitation dances is the best, so far as the affair is to be simply a private affair. But when it comes to the point that after a public entertainment, given by the students, no dance may be held, it is safe to say that somewhere there is a misunderstanding. Surely it is because the old ruling (made at a time when the sctiool was still in a backward state) was so ill phrased as to include events not intended to be prohibited, or it may be that the law, being considered of minor importance, has received no remodeling in keeping with the general trend for reformation in the school. At any rate, it is certain that this has been an error brought about in an entirely unintentional manner. And now it might be possible to bring forward a long list of reasons why this matter should be attended to. These arguments, however, are so obvious that to set them forth would not only prove tedious but would also be almost an insult to the reader’s intelligence. It is far better to let the matter rest, feeling positive that the mere mention of the fact will lend to its correction. Hitherto, the above mentioned good fellowship between instructor and pupil has been retained intact. It is the pride of the student body that they, as a whole, have done nothing to impair the good feeling, and it is their hope that the future shall hold no breach. THE SEASON TICKETS It is indeed astonishing, after the commendable efforts of last year, to note how poorly the school, as a whole, entered into the matter of selling tickets for the present year’s Lyceum Course. In the case of one or two individuals and of one or two rooms very creditable spirit was shown, but, in general, it can be said that this year we have fallen down on our obligations. It seemingly was not realized that not only is the selling of these [22] tickets an essential factor in bringing such performers here, but also that the proper canvass of the town is a duty we owe to the towns-pieople. We have their support. The overwhelming attendance at the entertainments vouch for that. But when it is understood that scarcely half of those present entered on season tickets it will be readily seen that their sale has not been what it should be. It is too late to remedy this condition now. We can do nothing to obliterate this year’s stain on our reputation. But what we can do, and what we will do, if the school is not entii-ely devoid of its old time spirit, is to hold up the present record to the future as an example not to be parallelled. [23] GARDNER HINMAN HOTCHKISS President “Sheik” he’s called, and with good reason, A lady-killer in every season— Summer, winter, rain or shine He has for each a different “line.” [25] LOIS BIGGS Secretary Lois is a kid quite clever, And she’ll stay that way forever— At least, everyone does claim That time cannot this baby maim. HAROLD JENNINGS STUART Vice President “Ikey” is a classy drummer Who in music is a “comer;” Syncopation’s his delight, You’ll find him at it every night. HERBERT TAYLOR GRIMSHAW “Tay,” a youth of many hobbies, Radio and Ricks’s lobbies,— Both have gained his adoration And fed his taste with measured (?) ration. ANNA LUCLARION DuMONT Treasurer Miss Dum«.nt, the fancy dancer, Classical and collegiate prancer; May her efforts bring her fame— They are worthy of the name. [26] GEORGE LOUIS CORNER Gaze upon him, everybody— “Bottles,” Arbuckle’s understudy, He of Hercules’ size and stature, Corner by name, but round by nature. FREDERICK LEWIS HELLERICH “Fritz,” a mighty man is he, Although he has no chestnut tree His breadth and brawn and muscles pithy Rank him on par with the famous smithy. ANNABELLE JEAN MADEUX “Sparky,” just a little froggy, Has all the woman-haters groggy With her smallest action ‘charmante,’ She inflames the heart most dormant. PHILIP EDWARD JOHNSTON “Phil,” he is a demon speed boy— Running is for him a joy; He also manages the baseball team, And after that—what is life’s stream? [27] EDWARD HOSFORD ROUSE “Eddie” is a boy inventor, Edison his revered mentor; Inventing is his ruling passion— Various things his hands do fashion. LORETTA MARY SAVAGE “Savvy” is a girl, you know, Who loves her school and studies so She’d go through fire and water, too, Just to learn of something new. LEWIS LINWOOD TROLAND “Lefty” is a pupil new, Who of twirling knows a few; By his brilliant personality He’s won the school, in totality. FRANCIS EUGENE McMAHON “Fran’s” a quiet sort of chap Who never seems to give a rap For prominence, but who is yet The kind of boy girls can’t forget. [28] AGNES ANNA BRELLIS Here she is! the girl athletic, She of ways so unecqentric— Student deep of commercial mazes, Let her typing sound her praises. ROBERT SMITH SHEARER “Bobby,” though he is but small, Often outstrips the great, and tall; On field or court he is the proof That size can’t handicap a youth. PAUL JOSEPH GEARIN “Dinky”—that’s the name they call him, Short of pants, with body slim, Keen of wit, with tongue so rare— A charming child, without a care. [29] EDITH MARGARET WOOD “Edie” is our nightingale— When she sings her hearers pale But not from fear as one might think— It’s ’cause they think they’re on heaven’s brink. JOSEPH AUGUSTINE HEFFERMAN Fiery of head and likewise curly, Meek, and scared of every girlie; He also follows great god Sport And is quite the goods, by all report. FRANCIS OSMAR GILSON “Ossy,” even “Porky” labeled— An athlete on the records tabled; Both basketball and baseball he Plays and plays quite beautif’ly. [30] THERESA CAROLINE SCHIAPPACASSE “Tessy” is a little lady Whose accomplishments are not so shady; In fact, she is quite versatile, As all who know her truly feel. JOHN BRUNIC LUBOYESKI “Bruno” is the boy who pitches And also all the bases snitches; How he does it we don’t know, But he’s a captain who’s ne’er a row. ELIZABETH ALICE HOLM “Lizzie” from the Branch Road wild, A girl of way and manners mild; Earnest student in everything, Yet carefree as a bird on wing. FRANCIS EDWARD DONOVAN “Mickey,” brother of Apollo, Literature he loves to follow— Always it’s the exciting kind That inflames his youthful mind. ] 31 [ Gladys Axelby Ellen Danaher Elizabeth Danaher Mary Doyle Hazel French Robert Griffith Edith Gilman Gertrude Haderer Marian Harper William Hayes JUNIOR CLASS Class Colors—Silver and Blue CLASS OFFICERS President—John Thulin Vice President—Dorothy Murphy Treasurer—Dorothy McMillan Secretary—Mary Doyle CLASS MEMBERS Clement Holbrook Charlotte Hoyt Hayden Hotchkiss Bernice Huguenin Oscar Johnson Joseph Lutz Donald McKellar Grace Matthews Dorothy McMillen Ralph Morton Dorothy Murphy Hilma Nelson Enos O’Connell Ruth Odenwald Towell Ostrowski Viola Perkins Julius Izymanski Vivian Taylor John Thulin Joseph Tortorici Nettie Wedge [32] School News t t t ASSEMBLIES The first assembly of the year;which was in charge of Miss Beardsley and Miss Marriner, was held on November 21. As there had been no assembly on Armistice Day, it was commemorated at that time. Lucia Dewell gave the life of General John J. Pershing, Walter Dickinson, the life of General Foch, and Elroy Simons, the life of H. G. Wells. Doris Barrett recited the poem, “In Flanders’ Fields,” Francis Doyle read one of 0. Henry’s short stories entitled “While the Auto Waits,” and Elizabeth Downey read selections from her own poems. Professor H. F. Taylor of Worcester Polytechnic Institute was speaker on Friday, December fifth. His interesting talk on the studies and recreations of “Tech” students was illustrated by moving pictures of college scenes and life. Two weeks later, on December nineteenth, Mr. Austin F. Hall. Connecticut State Forester, addressed the school on Forestry. His talk was instructive as well as entertaining, since he described many methods for the protection and preservation of our woodlands. After vacation Mr. Dobbin, branch office manager of the Traveler’s Insurance Company, brought home to us the value of insurance and its necessity to everyday life. “The Value of an Education” was the subject on which Dr. Franklin Pierce, Supervisor of Secondary Education, talked the day hte visited us. His discourse was an added incentive towards remaining in school. On February sixteenth, Reverend J. M. Tranmer by his illustrated address gave us a fuller appreciation of History, Invention and Art. March eleventh brought to us Miss Grace S. Scott, representative of the W. C. T. U. who told of the advantages derived from Law Enforce-ment. Doctor J. W. Hewitt of Wesleyan University talked to the school on the topic “The Names We Bear,” on March nineteenth, Doctor Hewitt, having been previously provided with a list of the pupils’ names, told how and from where the most interesting ones had been derived. The Junior Dramatic club presented a very interesting playlet, “The Crimson Cocoanut” on April twenty-fourth. Agnes O’Brien, David Lackman, Charles Tibbals, Ola Dutcher, Lawrence Ryan and Helen Scott composed the cast, and performed in a very creditable manner. They were received with much applause by the audience which numbered many of the townspeople. HOLLOWE’EN PARTIES On Hallowe’en, the Junior Class gave a masquerade party for the Seniors and Sophomores. The feature of the evening was a “Room of Horrors,” which contributed greatly to the occasion. Mary Doyle, dressed in a quaint Dutch frock, received the prize for the prettiest costume; Raymond Hellerick, as a tramp, for the funniest. The Junior High School also held a Hollowe’en party at which many enjoyable games were played. THE SENIOR DANCE On Christmas Eve the Senior Class held an invitation dance in the [39] gym. The patrons and patronesses were Mr and Mrs Herbert Grimshaw and Mr. and Mrs John Johnston. About fifty couples were present, including several of the alumni home for the Christmas recess. The gym was very prettily decorated, which, along with the pleasing refreshments added much to the success of the evening. Bernatchez’s orchestra furnished the music, adding the final touch toward making the affair one of the most pleasing of the year. SENIOR CLASS RINGS Th. Seniors have ordered their class rings, which are of ten karat gold with the engraving T. H. S. ’25 on an onyx surface. THE ENTERTAINMENT COURSE As has been dene in previous years, the high school secured a number of excellent artists for the .ntertainment course, which has again proved unusually successful. Performances were given by the Holland Bell Ringers, the Blanchards, the Musical Mountaineers, and the Scotch Highlanders who presented the play “The Bonnie Briar Bush.” This last troupe again scored a hit, the townspeople turn ng out in full iorce to greet them, by reason of their excellent performance of the year before. Indeed every number was well attended and well received, once more showing the earnest support given us by the people. The proceeds will be used to replenish the Senior treasury and Library Fund. The well merited success cf this idea in the past, along with the benefits derived by the school and by the audiences presented a far more powerful apn a' than mere words could make, that the entertainment course shall in future years be retained. “ONCE IN A BLUE MOON” On Friday evening, May first, in the Opera House, the musical comedy, ‘Once n a Blue Moon,” was given by high school students, under the direction of M’ss Louise Johnson and Miss Miriam Beardsl y. The principal characters were: The Moon Lady, Frances Doyle; Mrs Montgomery, Marion Harprr; Sylvia Montgomery, Lois Biggs; Leatrice Montgomery, Mary Doyle; Betty Morton, Edith Wood; Mr. Morton, Albert Atwood; Mrs Lavender. Dorothy Murphy; Billy Maxwell, Ralph Morton; George Taylor, Robert Gr fTith; Sir Percival, Philip Johnston; M. Le Mon. William Hayes; Suzanne Annabel1 Madevx; Hop Sing, Earl Beardslee; Skylark. Paul Gearin; Mooney, Charles Eggleston. Special dances were given by Lucia Dewell and Anna DuMont. THE ORCHESTRA The Thomaston High School orchestra is an organization of which the school may be proud. By faithful practice and unstinting hard work they have gained a name for themselves not only in school circles but in outside engagements as well. Owing to the increased size, augmented for the most part by new players, no outside work has b'-en unde tak n this year. But this does not mean that the quality of their music has ciecieased. Rather they are holding themselves in check until they become nearer perfect in every respect, thus hoping to even eclipse the standard set by them m former years. Some very enjoyable music has been furnished at assemblies, entertainments and other school activities by the follow-ing musicians: Pianist, Ruth Lundahl, ’27; violinists, John Thulin. ’26. Anna ’SO m ifeei28 ar?T Humphreville, ’29; Frederick Flynn, Ta%„r, Osmlr Gilsoi, ?25 Gustavlsoh- ’30’ saxophonists, Vance [40] Than to puzzle, work ancl muddle And at last to find the trouble? Then there’s English composition ’Nough to spoil one’s disposition Blue bird’s song on yonder hill Gives to one a sudden thrill. Latin. Math, English, French! Would you rather dig a trench Than to sit and ponder over Csesar’s bridging of the Rhine? Would you rather walking go Than to figure row by row, I Pen and paper idly lay, A thousand words on “Rabelais, French verbs still remain to do— That requires effort, too— Since the days of early Fall “Tempus Fugit” not at all. Pencil, pen and paper rustle, Rustle, bustle, hustle, tussle, Words and numbers, verbs and phrases Tumble in one’s mind like blazes. Oh! how hard to settle down When the birds come back to town. [41] THE JUNIOR DRAMATIC CLUB t t t OFFICERS President—David Lackman Vice President—Edwin Tyler Secretary—Charles Tibbals Treasurer—Minerva Mattoon MEMBERS Rose Braxl Phyllis Duff Ola Dutcher William Lee Margaret Lyons Minerva Mattoon Edith Monahan Agnes O’Brien John Ostrowski Henry Ososki Helen Scott Lawrence Ryan Margaret Shearer Pauline Springer Charles Tibbals Helen Tibbals Florence Thulin Carol Turner Edwin Tyler Bernice Florian Anna Halpin Mary Hury Bernice Hurlburt Caroline Humphreville Violet Rasienski David Lackman Grace Scheebel [42] Literary Department t t t SERVICE “In the early part of the year 1918 when every one in the United States was doing: his best to help Uncle Sam to win the war,” said Grandma, “this incident took place.” “One day little four-year-old Phyllis heard her brother Robert jokingly say: ‘All of us are helping to win the war. Don has gone as a soldier; Helen is a Red Cross Nurse; Mother conserves food and works at the Red Cross meetings; Dad buys Liberty Bonds and I sell them. Everybody is doing his bit except little Phyllis; it’s her turn now,’ winking at his mother. “That night, after Mother had tucked her snugly into her bed. Phyllis lay thinking how she could help. At last she had it. She could send to Don so he wouldn’t be lonesome, her old black Dinah doll, the only one of her many toys, which she loved enough to take to bed with her. Oh, how she hated to part with Dinah! But she would do it for Don’s sake. “The next morning Phyllis found a box, and taking a last look at Dinah, placed her in it. After Tom, the gardener, had wrapped and sealed the package, Phyllis dictated this note to him. “ ‘Dear Don: Dinah is the only thing I can send you. Take good care of her. You won’t be lonesome any more. Your sister Phyllis.’ “When the package arrived in France, Don could not imagine what it could be, so carefully done up. He opened it and was very much surprised. “In a few days Dinah had been passed around the whole regiment. One fellow, jokingly suggested that she should be their mascot. This plan was adopted and a long letter was sent to little Phyllis, thanking her for their new mascot, Dinah.” “Was this really true, Grandma?” questioned little Mae. “Oh yes, dear,” said Grandma, “ask your mother, sometime, to show you the letter the soldiers wrote to her, for she was the Phyllis who sent the doll.” Dorothy McMillen DOGS Some like them, some don’t. I don’t. Some are little, some are big, and some are medium size, but that is not the thing that matters in dealing with “domesticated carnivorous mammals.” The question in your mind is, “Does he bite?” For my part, if I have to place my choice on any dog, I would say that I like a dog that never bites nor barks. There is none. Now take their uses in real life. For instance, you are a grocer or, perhaps, a bootlegger delivering your goods, and as you enter the yard you are met by a yelping canine from whom, after you have dropped your eggs or bottles which ever it may be, you escape, wouldn’t you then conceive a poor opinion of dogs? Yes, the next time anyone spoke to you [45] “Yeah, confounded of such animals you would probably answer, nuisances. ” Now there is one person, or perhapte it’s his trousers, to whom or to which a dog seems to take a liking. That gentleman is called by the many names of hobo, tramp bum, trackwalker, or in refined vernacular, a mendicant. Anyway, “Hobo Joe,” with pains in his stomach, so he says, but probably having greater pains not to secure work walks up to the t ack doer of a house only to be met by the ugly-looking, distorted, “leering mug” of a bow-legged, great chested bulldog. “Urrrrrrrrrrrh”—the dog. x (), “ the tramp. Then you hear the scuffle of rapidly departing steps. The bum pursued by the bowlegged specimen of canines, jumps the picket fence in a manner that would do credit to an Olympic athlete, and followed by an evergaining cloud of dust “beats it for the Mexican border.” At last the tramp, or at least his pants, is overtaken. The dog with a satisfied growl then fixes his jaws with a never-let-go clamp upon the desired article of clothing, and, as the hobo, with one terrifi, d shriek increases his speed with a do-or-lose my pants spurt, the dog is lifted into the air and flies as all good people do sooner or later. In the end the cloth gives way under the strain and the dog with a thump lands on vhe ground, the tramp disappearing in a seemingly unbelievable short time over the hills to the next town where he will by hook-or-crook (he’ll probably hook them) secure another pair of pants. The next time you see the dog, you will watch him coming into the house, drsty and hot, but with a well-pleased-with-myself, pet-me, expression upon his homely countenance. Then there is the trick dog, which having iust returned from a beautiful mud bath is ordered by your hostess to shake hands with you. This you do, although with a feeling of extreme disgust as the dirty whelp puts his slimy muddy paw into your well kept hand. Then, having conceived a friendly feeling for you although that feeling is not returned, Pim'-Pam or Jim-Jam, or whatever his name may be, jumps up into your lap, laps your face and calmly proceeds to make himself comfortable. Of you” hostess then invariably exclaims “H-nv delightful! Bmi-Bam likes you,” and you reply, “Yes, somehow all animals take a liking to me, perhaps it’s because I love to have them around.” But invariably when you are telling all your grievances concerning dogs, sonn man says that there are surely some that are good. “Yes,” you answer, “good for nothing.” “Take for instance, th St. Bernards, that are reported to have rescued people frem drowning and all that rot; the only thing that I ever saw them do was to lie around on doorsills waiting for people to stumble and b”eak their necks. For my part I think that dogs are nuisances and that they ought to be shot.” About this time if there are any women or dog-lovers in your audience they walk away muttering, “Of all the cruel-hearted men! Who would ever think of doing such a thing to such cute animals? He’s got them beat. There is still another dog. This one is the sly-mean dog, which when you go to stroke his “beautiful coat” on seeing that he looks friendly, suddenly with a roar jumps up and takes his “pound of flesh” from you. Then he slinks out of the room with his tail between his legs as he hears the reproving cry of his mistress, “Naughty, naughty doggie to bite nice man.” If it had been the master, the dog would probably have received a good, sound boot out the door. In summing up I will say that the only kind of a dog that I like is [46] a dead one while. the one I hate most is a live one that bites. On the whole I would rather have for a pet, if I were going to have a pet at all, that good old standby of old maids, a nice big cat which bleeps and purrs at intervals all the day and which never bites and gets in your way. William Hayes LISTENING IN At the Post Office, one night, two boys, while waiting for their mail, were telling some adventures which they had experienced during the summer. As I stood near I could not help but listen for the story which the taller was telling, was very interesting and exciting. He now spoke:— “It was a dark rainy night and a dense fog had risen, when Tom and I tended the large pots of maple syrup in a camp in the forest of a dense Vermont wood. Tom stood in the open door of the camp while 1 stirred the rich bubbling syrup. Suddenly he became alert and I noticed that he turned very pale. Leaving my work, I ran to him and cried. ‘Tom what in the world is the matter?’ His only reply was, ‘Listen.’ He had scarely finished speaking when we heard a shot—some weird mournful cries—then all was still. “I was so frightened that I could hardly move, but Tom said, ‘Come, w: may b: of some use.’ Tom had been my chum from childhood. I was curious to know what the excitement was but I did not w;sh to go and see. Tom would go alone and perhaps be shot if I refused, so, gaining courage I said, ‘If you wish to go, Tom, I’ll stick with you.’ “H:- ran from the door and I ran after him, expecting anv mm-’+e o be shot dead. It sounded as though the shot came from an old shack in the th:ckest part of the forest, lorn took the lonely path wlrch led thsr'n 1 could not see him for it was too dark but I could hear the continual tread of h’s feet as he ran on the dry leaves and twigs in the oath. Sudden’y he came to an abrupt stop. I ran head’ong into him, near y kncck np- hrm over. We had reached the shack and there in the gloom, we could see a faint ray of light which shone from a lower window”— “Hey bovs. want to go for a ride?” And to my surprise, the story stopped and I turned .iust in time to catch sight of the boys getting irTo a car. The car immediately drove away and the story was left unended. Vivian Taylor ONE PIRATICAL DREAM The sea was wrapped in a lifeless calm. The inert waters dully reflected with a deep orange glow, the ominous appearing blood-red sun which beat down upon the world unmerciful, maddening, burning h:at. The very air seemed inflammable and yet retained in its scorching composition some trace of that portent humidity which so well presages the coming of a storm. Under its influence even the birds of carrion fled leaving the immovable expanse lifeless save for two small specks. And for these there was no escapte from the hostile elements. For they were ships, whose useless sails sagged helplessly in an attitude of despair. Both of these square igged vessels, the foremost of which bore the Union Jack of Old England but a few scant yards ahead of that ensign notoriously famed as the Jolly Rodger, were propelled by the perspiring efforts of their crews, set out in long boats to tow their cumbersome mother barks. The English sailors, half dead with fatigue, struggled desperately at the oars to draw away from the pursuing pirateers so surely advancmg by means of their superior numbers. With a last superhuman effort the smaller of the two drew away a sufficient distance1 to enable its resigned voyages to prepare for the inevitable onslaught. The relentless bucanneers hastened on, unmindful of the sinister [47] lapping of the waters disturbed by the first light breaths of the wind. Unseen by them, the sun was fast enveloping itself in a mass of dark clouds from which, now and then, little flashes of lightning darted forth. The outlaw of the seas closed in and with lashings was bound fast to its weakened adversary. Rough, bearded men over-ran the smaller ship’s decks on which were grouped resolutely the brave gathering thus destined to be a sacrifice on the altar of greed. The great burly ruffians, fell upon their prey as a hungry tiger-cat pounces upon a terrified rabbit. Cutlas rang on cutlas, oaths rang out harshly and were met with shouts of defiance. Upon a scene of indistinguishable confusion the hurricane broke. Then it was that chaos reigned uncontested. Above the crashing of ihs thunder rose the cries of the dying. The clanging of the crashing steel mingled with the howling of the wind and the appeals of the wounded beseeching mercy. The waves under the ferocious attack of the wind washed the decks of both living and dead alike. With his back to the mast, a young' boy, brandishing a razor-like blade in either hand, successfully defended himself from the blows of three gigantic rascals who all bore evidence of the deadly effect of their young foe’s swordsmanship. But suddenly all four were thrown forward headlong. A grinding jar shook the ship from stem to stern and water, engulfing, choking water poured over them. The binding between the vessels had given away and by some freak of the mountainous billows the prow of the pirateer had been driven clear thru th'e hull of the smaller boat. Bits of wreckage and the bodies of the four battlers were tossed high in the air only to fall through empty space, down, down, down— “For heaven’s sake, John- Are you crazy? You’ll catch your death of cold sleeping there on the floor under an open window, and in this rain too!” Robert Griffith THE PEACEFUL HOURS OF THE NIGHT Night time is to a very few people a time of rest, to the majority, a period for recreation and vocal exercise. If you are one of the rare few who prefer to rest your weary bones on a good old feather bed, the only way by which you can hope to sleep is to go out of the city, about sixty miles from nowhere, where there is nothing to disturb your slumber. The tom cats that made things lively in the wee small hours by their concerts have been deported, the neighbor’s dog is in the happy hunting ground and the children have all been sent to their grandmother’s. Such a place would be ideal if it existed, which, we are sad to say, it does not. For instance, when you get down under the covers and feel that you are secure for the night, you hear, even without the aid of a loudspeaker, the gentle strains coming through the air from station C. A. T. on the back fence where the Feline Serenaders are giving you your money’s worth. You put an end to that by slamming down the window so hard that you fancy you hear the other occupants of the house saying dreadful things about you for causing such a disturbance. Once more you prepare to forget the cares of ths world. As you listen to the noisy stillness of the clamorous quiet of the night, you hear the rising drone of a dishpan drummer parading before your window. The window is closed, your head is under the quilts, vour hands are at your ears and your nerves are as though they were on a grindstone when he finally moves on. You scarcely recover from this when your beloved daughter opens vonr bedroom door, falls over a couple of chairs, and then calls, “You’re asleep aren’t you, daddy?” On receiving a rather forceful reply, she coos “Oh! how perfectly lovely of you to stay awake just to bid me good night! Didn’t you find it hard to keep from dozing off?” When she goes, you again turn over and threaten dire vengeance on [48] whom ever distrubs you. Still the blessed sleep does not come. Suddenly you hear an imperative demand for your presence at the phone. Dressing hurriedly, you rush downstairs losing one slipper somewhere on the way. You fail to make the proper turn by the boiffet and trip over the baby's cart and measure your length on the floor. The telephone jingles relentlessly on. You pick up the receiver and ask in a gruff bear-lil |e voice what the matter is at this unearthly hour. A sweet voice on the other end of the wire would like to know if you are interested in contributing to the support of the new Home for Imbeciles. You answer in a decided negative, slam up the receiver and start back to bed vowing not to rise again even to see the President, himself. This time you fall asleep the moment your head touches the pillow, and no sooner, it seems, have you taken a snatch of sleep than the alarm clock says that it is time to get up. You rise and obey its summons with outward submission and inward rebellion. And so a cloud settles over the day and now we know why the office girl is out of a job. Louis Goodwin BLUNDERING BILLY Ever since Billy Gaston had, as a baby, flung his little hand against a red hot stove he had blundered in everything, everywhere, and at all times. He was a faiidy good child in school, but whenever he did attempt to break a rule he was bound to be caught and severely punished. He was not particularly awkward but if ever there was a chance to tumble, break something, or spill something it was Billy who was destined to be the unfortunate person. He was good-natured about it and when he finally came to be called “Blundering Billy” he admitted the truth of the nickname. In spite of his blunders he was popular and when, at eighteen, he left the town to seek work in a far-away city, he left many sincere friends and a proud mother and father. For two years he worked in an office of the Stern and Company Hardware factory where he continued to blunder. Many small mistakes in his book-keeping kept him from getting the raises that he could have had if he had done less blundering, for he was well-liked here, too, although they dared not risk putting him in a higher position. His engaging personality always made people forgive his frequent errors. The president of the firm summoned Billy several times to impress upon the boy’s mind the fact that one slight mistake in the keeping of his books caused much trouble on the part of others. In most of his work Billy was efficient and the neatness and legibility of his records were! remarkable. For this reason and for the fact that h seemed eager to please and to correct his blunders he was kept in the office. Though summonings to the president’s office were, of course, unpleasant both for Billy and for the president, Harvard Stern, there was one thing about them that Billy enjoyed immensely, almost looked forward to. While he was waiting to be admitted to the inner office, h? stood each cime in a smaller office, belonging to the president’s stenographer, and feasted his eyes upon the girl there who so attracted him and whom he could so seldom see except for a glimpse as she passed his desk occasionally. On the occasions of his visits to thie office she halted her work for a minute or two to exchange a few words with him, and this, he thought was about the best thing that had ever happened to him. He hoped that she would never wittness any of his blunders. She looked so different from the other girls in the office. The way she held her head of wavy auburn hair, the softness of her brown eyes, the delicacy of her busy hands, the roundness of her pretty arms—all these things made her distinguished among the other employees However, because of the inferiority of his position [49] Billy had never ventured to approach her outside of office hours. Upon one occasion, after an exceptional day, devoid of blunders, Billy summoned courage enough to invite Miss Lange to attend a theatre with him. As it was Saturday night he had many misgivings as to her answer which proved well founded when she replied, “I have already accepted another invitation for this evening, but, perhaps, some other time will prove more convenient.” This perfectly sound excuse uttered in a regretful tone encouraged Billy to try again. He- was too impatient o wait until the following week-end and so he extended his invitation to Sunday evening. With something of a disappointed expression in her eyes she answered after some hesitation, “I am sorry, Mr. Gaston, but I never attend a theatre on Sunday.” Another blunder added to the already long list did not tend to make Billy any happier. For several days the thought of her refusal taunted him. In the middle of the week he was summoned to President Stern’s office but there was no opportunity to speak to Shirley for Mr. Stern was ready tc see him. Great indeed was Billy’s surprise when he was offered a change of work. Not knowing that this meant a larger salary and thinking only of remaining where he could often see Shirley, he i f sed. m.’c'i to the surprise of Mr. Stern, who said that he wou’d give him time for •e-consideration. He added that Billy should have been pleased to receive an cffer of a different kind of position, for he was too careless to make any advance in book-keeping. Disheartened by this rebuke and the thought that he might be moved away from the little stenographer, he started toward his rooms. At his apartment he stumbled up the stairs and blundered into the wrong room. “Hell” called a sweet young voice', and locking in its direction h? discove «d a little girl of abort six years lying on a couch. “Did you come to see Shirley?” “Shirley? N; ” he replied, “I beer your pardon. I came into the wrong room. Mine is right next, to it.” The child smiled and Billy found the smile familiar. “Who are you?” she questioned and before he could answer she said, “Sister told me that perhaps someday a nice young man from the office might come to see me and I’m sure you are the one. Are you Billy Gaston?” v young man had time to do was to b'urt out a surprb: d “Yes” when Shirley entered the room, h r arms laden with bundles. hours isit from ths “man from the office” disclosed many things o both young people. Billy just couldn’t help asking Shirley’s advice about the office position the outcome of which was that he left the apartment primed for immediate action in regared to it. With Shirley’s advice put into practice and the desired verdict awarded him he sat, two weeks later, in a larger, better office than before. More determination and grit seemed to be his, and why should it not be when Shirley had promised to be his, also? She simply couldn’t do anything else since he had blundered into not only her apartment but also her heart. Dorothy Murphv GIRLS The whole world is acquainted with and in fact, too familiar with, the aged an 1 supposedly humorous mother-in-law joke. We can scarcely pick up a magazine or newspaper et cetera that has even one page devoted to laugh-provokers without finding “Darling Mamma’s” speech or action staring us in the face. Mother-in-laws for countless ages have been the bane of the reading public, the pet of sad’y deluded editors, and the last hope of struggling pen-pushers. And yet have we ever stopped to realize that this at!ocicus evil, in absolutely every case, has had its root in [50] innocant girlhood? For all mother-in-laws were cnee girls. That stands to reason. Girls—what do they mean? Through all the ages they have been man’s stumbling block. In this respect time has had and will have no effect on thsir make-up. Had Eve known what an example sha was set-tin would she have vampad Adam into masticating the ruinous apple . But Eve did not know. Therefore, the subsequent conditions. But ws must be fair to the fair. (Please excuse). Girls are perfectly lovely creatures at two times. The first is when they ara at vhe age of anywhere up to five years and the second is whan they are asleep. It may be seen that they must be good at these times since in the first place they are not old enough to know better and in the second, b ing unconscious, they cannot help themselves. High school females are probab'y the most peculiar of the species. At this age they are just waking up to the ways of tha world and acknowledging to themseWes that since they were meant to wreck something in this world, they might as well begin right now and do something for the men. Forthwith they acquire powder puff, lip stick and rouge— all necessary objects it seems—have th:ir eyebrow? puckid, the’r locn.s shorn and adopt outrageous dresses, small or abnormally large hats as fashion dictates fur coats, and open galoshes. Ihey master all the arts of seduction from rolling eyes to tantalizing smile and our noble youth has to suffer. Then, after serving, as it were, their apprenticeship, they go to college or to finishing school or the like, all of which have an equal y d vastating result on father’s pocketbook. They come horns for the Christmas recess or the summer vacation and after scandaliz ng the old home town with midnight dances and all such modern methods of snjov-rnent they depart in a glorious flurry for the dear old campus and ch-e beloved Alma Mater. What? Wlhy am I raving thus? Why, hang it all, man can’t you see? Cne of them, has just refused me! Robert Griffith. A ROUND TABLE KNIGHT IN WASHINGTON, I). C. Bange! Stars! Mists! Darkness! Lighterre! Clear-, er! Daylightte! Aye, ye olde oake tree muste have fallen on me, butte alas, I, Sir Knight of the Eyas Crossed, had notte been aware of its weakness. Withe my heade throbbinge I needs muste look aboutte. Where am I? Certainly not at King Arthur’s Court. I am lyinge in a large garden that has oddle cylindrical-shaped vegetables in it. Horrors! What is this? Why, it’s a female. “Ha there, oh beauteous maiden, canst thou telle me where I am?” “Well for—1 Who stole the museum? Hey, there, Jack, where’s your keeper ?” Keeper? Museum? What are these words? I look more closely at the maiden. Whye, she has something like breeches on! And looke at her hair! It stands outte like rye from a fielde. “Pray, telle me, gentle lass, what mighte those thinges, there, needs be.” “Them? Why, those are knickers.” “What!” I quoth, “nickers, a horse?” “Naw. you hit the wrong nail on the head that time, Napoleon. In every day language, ‘English as she is spoken,’ you know, these are pants.” Again I am dumbfounded. What are these woi'ds that she dost speak? Pants! Again I asks her where I am, and she says that I am in some place [51] bye the name of “Washman, the Sea of Dee.” “Wilt thou leade me there, and to the kinge’s palace?” I beg of her. “Come along, handsome,” she says, “and I know where we can gette some swell eats, too.” Ah, she calls me handsome—I, the man with the knock-knees and the eyes that looke the wronge waye. “Wouldst thou take my arme, faire lass?” I aske her. She says something like “Shoer” and offe we goe. Pretty soon we come to a roade. “Mercy, have at thee, thou dragon,” I yells, for I saw a dragon monster coming downe the roade. It had a body like a huge cheste, and a hundred eyes which glared at me. “Toot, Toot,” it roars, and charges at me. As it draws neare, I notice its legs, which are very odde. They are rounde, and I hardly know that they move. “Dear Excelsior,” I whispers to my sword, “oh, trusty blade, wilst thou fail me now?” “Nay,” it tinkles backe. The monster makes upon me and I thrust mye sword into one of its queere rounde legs. Bange! The ugly thinge stoppes and to mye astonishmente outte come thousands of people. They rush at me, shaking their handes closed up, probably their odde manner ofe thankinge me for lettinge them out ofe the dragon’s insides. They say such odde thinges! “Telephone for tht keeper at the asylum.” “Who let him out anyway.” Then it dawns upon me that they are angry and they rushe upon me. In the ende bye superior numbers they conquere me and place me in the monster’s stomache. After beinge severely bruised bye the jolting ofe the horrible thinge, we come to a city. Then the dragon’s spirites, which I thinke they muste needs be, take me into a great castle. This great place has odde iron bars on all its windows. Some men throw me into a roome that has fine softe clothe all over it. Later on some others come in, gaze at me, handle me quite unmannerly, and say this word which I can notte understande: “Harmless!” They then take me outte on a greate wide waye, where, to my surprise. men and dragons freelye mingle together. I walk about looking for someone to challenge to make up for mye previouse discomfiture, but all the monsters run awaye from me. At laste I grow very desperate and run righte at a greate monster, with a lot of other dragons trailinge along behind him. I brandish mye trusty blade and shoute, “I challenge thee, oh evil one, to do battle withe me.” “Toot, toot,” it screeches and breatheing fire and smoke from the nose on its head, it comes at me as Lancelot and his great black charger were wont to do. Bang! We clash. Darkness! Miste! Lighterre! Clearer! Daylightte! Heaven! Goodday, St. Peter. THE ART OF EATING SPAGHETTI I have been requested by a committee from the Italian Sons of Spaghetti-Eaters to write an article on their national dish and their approved style of consuming it. Of course, some of you may have your own manner of eating it, but I will endeavor to convince you of the superiority of their way which I have learned from experience and hearsay. To begin with, place the spaghetti in a deep bowl, making it impossible [52] for it to wander over the sides. Now get a seat away from the wall to prevent bumping your head when the stretchy food rebounds. Next, find a very dull knife, as a sharp one would be sure to cut your mouth, making further eating impossible. After taking off your coat and rolling up your sleeves, hook your feet firmly under the table and put on your smoked glasses. The latter are worn to prevent blindness when the sun strikes the spaghetti and when, after an extremely hard tussle with some strings of it, the strings break and snap back towards the face with enough force to put out an eye. Now as the eating itself, stick the fork down into the bowl with the right hand, holding in the left the knife, ready for any emergency. Using the Palmer method, elbow movement, give the fork three rapid turns, gathering approximately eighty-nine two hundred and seventy-thirds of the total of the spaghetti upon it. Brace yourself against the table and, using a combination half-Nelson and toe hold, yank the fork to a position above your head, dangling the white strings toward your mouth. Do not get discouraged if you do not sucteeed at the first attempt, but try until you do. Then, grasping the knife with an alternating head-lock and scissors, while holding the fork with its burden in the air, cut the strings of spaghetti off close to the fork, allowing them to drop into your mouth. This is the most difficult part of the work and is done perfectly only after long practice and perseverence. I once saw a young novice at the art work steadily for five minutes to get a mouthful of spaghetti and then give up in despair. He was covered with the worm-like substance and tangled up like a fly in a spider’s web. He began to grow wild-eyed, and after killing a few waiters he went out and drowned himself. I later learned that he had been taking a test for jcming one the spaghetti clubs and considered life not worth living if he failed. Spaghetti has also been the cause of breaking up homes, as shown in the following instance. In one of the Italian districts of this city a prize of five hundred dollars was offered to the champion long distance spaghetti eater. Some men stayed away from home three or four days to watch the contests so naturally their wives went home to mother. The man who won the prize ute steadily for six days and six nights, eating seventy-five and five-tenths bowls of spaghetti, which was enough food for the rest of his life, as he c’; d the next day. As the money won by this man was enough to pay the undertaker, his friends considered his time not lost. Sometimes these contests are the means of murder, as the extreme rivalry with which the men participate make them forget themselves. The industry of making this substance is growing better, since many business men have found that a dish of it for breakfast is nourishing as ?. food and exceedingly strenuous as a daily dozen. With this combination exercise and “refreshment,” time is saved and a perfect disposition for meeting book salesmen and keening their office force working is attained. I once went to an Italian wedding at which spaghetti was served in the first course and also the last, as the guests worked so hard and long at it that they became tired out. So angry were they at the capers of the stuff that a general fight started when two men got hold of the same string of spaghetti and were having a tug of war with it when it broke, snapping back and knocking both unconscious. The situation somehow misrepresented itself in the tired minds of the others, who, thinking the two men had fought formed sides in an argument which resulted in the general mixup. The neighbors called the police and when the judge, who had not recovered from the after-effects of his spaghetti dinner, heard the circumstances, both men were jailed on the charge of “assault and spaghettery.” After this battle the authorities tried to pass an “eighteenth amendment” on spaghetti. I suppose if such a thing happened people would make [53] theii’ own much in the manner of “home-brew” except that they would make it in the attic instead of the cellar to fool the cellar-smellers. Anyway, it would take a pretty good constitution to stand the smell of some of the mixtures of the stuff made now (I mean spaghetti, not home-brew). At one time a man in New York was caught selling white rubber tubes as a substitute for spaghetti. He had been doing it for a long time and nobody had noticed any difference in it except that it was more easily eaten and digested than the regular product. It was l-eally his own fault that he was captured because in order to divei't suspicion he put in one of the packages a real piece of spaghetti, which by coincidence was sold to the Chief of Police. The latter was surprised at the struggle he had with his favorite brand and upon investigating learned the man’s seci'et. The man was given a leather medal and offered burial in Hillside Cemetery for the benefit he had done to humanity because since he had been selling the rubber substitute the number of murders, divoi ces and suicides had dropped off appallingly, along with the number of candidates for the local insane asylum. I have given you the faults and advantages of spaghetti and you can decide for yourself which are in the majority. Also, I have told you the preferred manner of consuming it and the numerous holds used to gain the upperhand. Now, if you are reading this ai'ticle before dinner, for which you are going to have spaghetti, you might eat it in the way described, but, if you take my advice, you will give it to your son to use in making sling-shots. ' Osmar Gilson. Poems THE EASTEK EGG I You may take it as a legend, you may take it as the truth; It begins, like many stories, with a maiden and a youth; And the maiden’s name was Margaret, although they called her Peg, And she had an Easter present of a splendid Easter Egg; It was all of crystal sugar and it sparkled like the dew; It was decked with little roses that were made of sugar too; And it had a little window that was clear without a flaw Which was plainly meant for peeping, so the maiden peeped and saw. II Oh, she saw a little cottage in a pleasant little nook With an apple tree in blossom by a merry little brook, And a sunny little garden and a gate that opened wide, And a hap'py little bridegroom and a dainty little bride, And the maiden liked the picture, but she knew not what it meant Till she read the little message that the youth had also sent; ‘‘Here’s a dream that I am dreaming; it is all of you and me And it rests with you, my darling, if the dream shall come to be.” III There be those that tell their fancies, but I only tell the truth, And I never knew the answer that the maiden sent the youth; But they have a little cottage in a pleasant little nook With apple trees that blossom by a merry little brook; And I know they have a garden that is always bright and gay With a pretty little arbor where their children laugh and play, And that every little romper in the home wherein they bide Has a crystal egg at Easter with a little dream inside. —Bstty Downey. WHEN I AWAKE I hear a little banty crowing shrill, And working men a-chatting side by side; Then all is still, but bird and cricket chirp And oxen low on yonder dewy hill; There goes that happy little hen again And trains do puff and blow, while milkman’s load Stands out beside our giant elm, it’s grace Is like a grand old edifice of yore— Six, clear, loud strokes the old clock on the stairs Tells me ’tis time to up and start the day. —Carolyn A. Potter. t t t THE DESIGNER Out of things, discarded and laid away She could fashion garments in any style, Some were homely, simple suits that boys played in, And some were suits a queen might deign to envy. She knew how to bleach and tint and to press, She knew how to lay plaits to cover seams; And many were the dream gowns she made come true, Blue and pink and lavendar and white with green. In the designer’s touch there was a power, “This is genius!” cried the world, but one was wiser, This was mother’s skill in making dreams come true. —Betty Downey. j. x T T t CONTRASTS Black, scudding clouds with ghastly fingers, Twisting and writhing into fantastic shapes, Wind, with cold rasping breath That numbs the aspiring soul. Rain, that beats with spirit tappings Upon the window pane. Fluffy, willowy clouds, with languid ail , Floating in a calm deep sea of azure. Gentle breezes, whose perfumed breath Bring the soul of Nature to the heart of man Sunshine, clinging by golden threads From the roof of heaven. —Laura Thomas. [56] Alumni Department t t t Class of ’24 RAYMOND W. CLEVELAND—Working this year; going to University of Maine in the fall. KENNETH C. CURTISS—Employed by Plume Atwood Mfg. Co. EUGENE P. DWYER, Salutatorian for ’24; working in Thomaston Metal Works. HARRY W. GLENNON—Employed by Vacuum Oil Co., New York City; student in College of Accounts and Finances, New York University. EDWARD O. JOHNSON—Employed in Tower Clock Department of Seth Thomas Clock Co. ALEX J. KRAYESKI—Freshman in Connecticut State College. KENNETH S. PRATT, Assistant Business Manager of The Owl, ’24—employed by the Etna Life Insurance Co., Hartford, Conn. HAROLD F. ROBERTSON—Seth Thomas Clock Co.; expects to enter Storrs in the fall. PHILIP W. RYAN—Seth Thomas Clock Co. HOWARD H. STUART—University of Maine, Orono, Me. CARLOS B. WELTON—In the employment of William Yoos. OLIVER A. TITUS, Editor of The Owl, ’23 and ’24—At Port Arthur, Tex., working for Texas Oil Co. THERESA K. CESCZYNSKI—Business College. GLADYS CONLIN—Saint Margaret’s School, Waterbury, Conn. ANNABELLE M. DUFF—Employed by H. L. Blakeslee. IRENE L. GALPIN—At home. VERLIS E. GOTSEL—Employed in Marine Department of Seth Thomas Clock Co.; member of night course at Post’s Business College, Waterbury, Conn. CYDARIA HENDERSON—Training School, Hartford Hospital, Hartford. HELEN D. KILMAN—Post graduate course in T. H. S. BEATRICE A. KILMER—Seth Thomas Clock Co. SADIE LIPM[AN, Business Manager of The Owl, ’24—Post graduate course, T. H. S. EVELYN M. MUIR—Telephone operator at Thomaston. GRACE E. PARSON—Employed in Marine Department of Seth Thomas Clock Co. GRACE M. SCHINZEL—Now Mrs. Cattee; living at Thomaston. MARJORIE A. SCOTT—At home. RUTH E. SMITH, Valedictorian for ’24 and literary editor of The Owl, ’24—At Boston University. EMMA L. THULIN—Telephone operator at Thomaston. MARY KILYANSKI—Student at Post’s Business College, Waterbury, Conn. MARJORIE M. GILL—Employed in office of Northfield Knife Co. [57] This year in Thomaston High, the Athletic Association has been rather inactive. As a result, the basketball teams were a failure financially. With the advent of the baseball season, however, this important society has received a new life. Realizing that without funds nothing can he done, a new set of A. A. tickets was printed and members of the squad set out to sell them. As the tickets cost only fifty cents each, the buyer is really saving money, since three home games are already scheduled. The treasury is also being swelled by the sale of Schrafft’s candy bars. HOYS’ BASKETBALL The past season produced a losing boys’ quintet. Only two regulars, Gilson and Hefferman, were left from the preceding year, Shearer having been lost to the team early in the season through sickness. And although the boys fought hard, they invariably encountered a better team, despite the close score of several of the games. Only two games were won—those with Washington High, a non-league aggregation. In spite of the fact' that the two above mentioned veteran forwards, Gilson and Hefferman, will be lost by graduation, the three regulars and the more or less experienced squad of likable material promise a faster five and a better record for next year. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL For the first time in the history of sports in the school, the Thomaston High Girls’ basketball team played under girls’ rules. A distinct change from the rough and tumble methods which were always present when boys’ rules were the law, the new style of play has found much favor since it provides equally fast, cleaner and just as exciting games. The Misses C. Hoyt, M. Harper, V. Taylor, G. Haderer, A. Brellis, A. Madeux, H. McGowan F. Doyle E. Wood, and E. Downsy were this year’s intramural representatives. They encountered a very successful season, and by their repeated wins did much to smooth over the boys’ disasters. In addition to the regular league games, the sextet played two games each with Crosby High of Waterbury and Gilbert High of Winsted. Since only the Misses Brellis, Madeux and Wood will be lost by graduation, an equally successful season may be looked for next year. BOYS’ BASEBALL TEAM At a meeting held in the Laboratory before the first practice, Brunic Luboyeski was elected Captain and Phil Johnston Manager of the Thomaston High baseball team. The new officers immediately ordered the squad out in preparation for the first game of the season and were greeted by a large number of aspirants, many of whom are experienred players. [58] Has He? Edith Wood: Have you a Beard (meaning a Beard history text)? Mr Christopher (timidly): No, I haven’t. t t t I Wonder? Miss McGowan: Ralph, I want to see you at four o’clock. Ralph Morton (in a stage whisper): Where? t f f As Bad as All That? Mr. Christopher, at the end of an assembly: The orchestra will play as we pass out! t t t Maybe! Miss McGowan: Who can tell the class what a triangle is? Louis Goodwin: A triangle is a square with three corners. f t t Examination Bright Lights Sophomore English: “Defarge was interested in the Bastille because Dr. Mannette had had a shoe factory there for many years.” Junior History: “Prince Metternich was a Frenchman who was very much interested in the French Revolution.” Senior Chemistry: ‘‘A base is a fundamental compound.” Eighth Grade English: “Active voice is one that does something; passive voice is one that passes it.” “A single subject is one that is shortened to its extent.” f t t Slightly Mixed Notice to Teachers: “Walking over the lawns damages them. Therefore, from now on, keep off. Anyone found doing so will be immediately dealt with.” JL JL JL T t f Perhaps It Was a Subway Teacher: George, make a sentence using the word “ hurrying.” George A: “The man was hurrying and fell to catch a train.” [G3] Quite So, Quite So Mr Drumm: Of what use is moisture in the soil? Pupil (taken by surprise): To keep it wet! t t f Ain’t It the Truth? Teacher, during Science Class discourse on dreams: Caroline, do you ever dream ? Caroline (absent-mindedly): Oh, yes, all the time! t f f Des Faux-Pas Francais Erwin Read, translating from “Cinderella:” “ ‘Va chercher la souri-ciere,’ dit la fee” (“ ‘Go find the mousetrap,’ said the fairy”)—“Go search the muskrat’ said the fairy.” Alton Holt, translating from “Bluebeard:” “C’est un troupeau de moutons” (“It is a flock of sheep”)—“It is a troop of mounted police.’ f t f Teacher (aiding pupil to translate ‘He broke his bread with his fingers”): What do we usually do with our bread? The Struggler (enlightened): “He spread his bread with his finger.” t f t If Only Barnum Had Seen Him! George Millspaugh: “An airship was flying ov;er New York, founded by a Dutchman which was over ten miles long.” The Ax, W'atson, the Ax! Paul Gearin (in Detention): May I read a biography? Miss Knapp: “Why, yes.” Then seeing Paul open a copy of “Life” she added: “But not that. Paul; you said a biography.” Paul: “Oh, that’s all right—this is Miss Buck’s ‘Life.’ ” t t + Sophie Klaneski gathers no moss.” Shades of Benny Franklin! (during recitation on maxims): t f f “A rolling pin ?????? Steve Danaher (in History recitation): “A preamble is a preliminary sensation.” f t t It Might Help, at That! Mrs. Zinn (in Junior English recitation on Argument): Someone will kindly complete this issue—“The child to develop morally must—” Voice from the Rear: “Go to Sunday School.” “FOLLOW THE ADS” JL JL A. T T T “Follow the ads, that you may know The very best places for you to go, For the man who is quite wise Knows that it pays to advertise.” NORTH MAIN STREET GARAGE H. E. GRIMSHAW t t t Storage, Automobile Supplies and Repairs Agents for FORDS and FORDSON Gas and Oils Telephone 186 [67] COMPLIMENTS OF The Plume Atwood Manufacturing Co. [68] Try the Drug Store First! JL JL JL T T T APOTHECARIES’ HALL PICKETT DRUG COMPANY 80 Main Street (Morse Block) :: Thomaston, Conn. T. E. DOYLE, Reg. Ph., Manager COMPLIMENTS OF COLBY ALUMNAE in O. K. BARBER SHOP T. H. S. TOWN HALL BUILDING Don’t Waste Artistic Throwing away shoes that still Jewelry Engraving have wear in them is wasteful. Bring them in to me and they’ll SIGNS come out like new. Commercial and Electric Show Cards, Etc. t t t t t t Frank Ceszynski FRANK E. HOYT [69] t t t COMPLIMENTS OF Idlewilde Farm t t t R. T. Andrews Co. (R. A. and F. E. Blakeslee, Props.) Dealers in Furniture, Carpets, Bedding, Etc. THOMASTON VARIETY STORE “WHERE YOUR DOLLAR BUYS THE MOST” FULTON MARKET t t t Where you will always find a full line of Fresh and Smoked Meats, Home Made Provisions, Fresh Vegetables, —and the best in Sea Foods. t t t “A FULTON STORE WILL SAVE YOU MORE” G. A. LEMMON PHARMACIST “The Rexall Store” THOMASTON, CONN. t t t “Everything That’s Best” [70] t f t Hosiery, Notions, Stationery, Kitchen Utensils, Etc. The A. M. FLINT Company CLOTHIERS, HATTERS and FURNISHERS BOOTS and SHOES MAIN STREET :: :: THOMASTON, CONN. LESTER J. PRATT GRAIN, FEED t t t and PAINTER AND HAY DECORATOR t t t t t t THOMASTON, CONN. i George P. Bradstreet COMPLIMENTARY Complimentary G. N. Christopher [71] t t t COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF Amherst Alumni Class of 1925 in T. H. S. t t t A . L . WOOD Meats, Fancy Groceries, Butter, Eggs, Fruits and Vegetables JOHNSTON’S AUTO STATION t t t Authorized EXIDE Battery Station — New and Used Cars Bought and Sold — Repairing of All Kinds — Gasoline, Oil and Accessories [72] W. G. JOHNSTON, Prop. THOMASTON, CONN. CUNNINGHAM WALLACE Dealers in Coal, Wood, Grain and Feed THOMASTON, CONNECTICUT LADIES’ OXFORDS Dr. BENDAL’S Arch Support Oxfords A Wonderful Shoe to Relieve Tired Feet Price $6.00 t t t Special on Children’s Shoes Dr. Krell’s First Class Novelty for Ladies t t t TONY LAURETANO MAIN BOOT SHOP R. S. NEWTON f t t PLUMBING, HEATING :: :: STOVES and RANGES t t t Electrical Contracting :: Electrical Supplies and Appliances SHOPPE Soda - Candy Lunch Thomaston, Conn [73] WILLIAM SMITH Dealer in W. N. AUSTIN Coal and Wood Local and Long Distance t t t Express MOVING and GENERAL TRUCKING Furniture and Piano Moving t t t THOMASTON, CONN. East Main St. - Thomaston. WILLIAM S. YOOS GENERAL CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER t t t All Kinds of Cabinet Work COMPLIMENTS OF and Stairbuilding t f + Dr. R. HAZEN WINDOW SCREENS MADE TO FIT YOUR WINDOWS t t + No Job Too Big or Too Small t t t North Main St. Telephone 364 [74] THE THOMASTON SAVINGS BANK I Is paying a full five per cent interest upon all deposits, large and small. Has paid to depositors in dividends alone the past twenty-one years over one million dollars. Has no overdue paper or foreclosed real estate. Accounts may be opened in two names, payable to either or the survivor, if desired. We have an increasing number of out of town mail depositors. We solicit this patronage. A good bank to be with. [75]