Valparaiso High School - Valenian Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1919 volume:

{hiblialfri btj thr (Elaaa af 1919 WADE WISE VALPARAISO INDIANA THE VALENIAN Well, here it is, This is the book; Take it and open it, Read it and look at it, Close it and laugh at it; Do what you will with it, Here is the whole of it — This is our Annual. Five DEPARTMENTS Faculty Men in the Service Classes Literary Prophecy Society Music and Drama Calendar Athletics Jokes Alumni To CLAUDE O. PAULEY, B. S., rve, the class of 1919, dedicate this issue of the V alenian. His sincere interest in our class and its activities during the past three years, rvill never be forgotten. Seven 3 a r u 1 1 g Nine C. W. BOUCHER Superintendent of Schools. BOARD OF EDUCATION E. L. Loomis J. M. Gelston H. R. Ball Ten minnie c. McIntyre Ass t. Principal H. M. JESSEE. B. S. Principal CLAUDE 0. PAULEY. B. S. Science HELEN M. BENNEY, Ph. B. English OLIE WELTY Latin MADELINE ASHTON, A. B., A. M. French GOLDA DALE HAMBLEN ROBERT KEGG Mathematics Manual Training Eleven MARGARET BARTHOLOMEW ELLA BROOK. B. S. Domestic Science Domestic Art HELEN F. JACK Commercial MAE G. MEADOWS Commercial JUVA N. H1GBEE HELEN G. FEHRMAN Music Secretary Twelve B. Ij. � . Oh V. H. S., Oh V. H. S., The pride of all the vale, We’ll root for you, we’ll boost for you, In Princeton or in Yale. Oh V. H. S., Oh V. H. S., With all your work and joy, You’ve made the world seem brighter For every girl and boy. Dear V. H. S., Dear V. H. S., A hundred boys of thine, Went out to fight against the Huns, And stand in battle line. Oh V. H. S., Dear V. H. S., In memory’s picture dear, You’ll stand foremost in all our thoughts Through every coming year. Oh V. H. S., Dear V. H. S., Your work so good and true. Will live forever in our hearts; V. H. S., we honor you. — Florence Griff en. Thirteen BOYS OF OUR CLASS WHO WERE IN THE SERVICE. LIEUT. HAROLD CARD Lieut. Harold Card was award- ed his commission in the Artillery last October at Fort Sheridan. His duties were instructing in gas and bayonet practice at Camp Grant. CAROL AYLESWORTH Carol Aylesworth is now with the Marines at Quantico, Virginia. He went into service last Septem- ber and received his first train- ing at Paris Island. FLOYD CRAIG Floyd Craig entered service April 16, 1917. He received his shipping orders during the spring of 1918, in that time made four trips to France on the U. S. S. Henderson, as a second class elec- trician. He is now stationed at the Naval Reserve Training Station at Pelham Bay, New York. RAYMOND THATCHER Raymond Thatcher was a repre- sentative from our class who en- listed with the Marines on May 8, 1918. At one time, while he was in a hospital recovering from the effects of an illness caused by drinking poisoned water from a shell hole, he was reported killed. Fon rteen BOYS OF OUR CLASS WHO WERE IN THE SERVICE DORLAND BENNETT Borland Bennett was a member of our Junior Class till April 17, 1918, when he joined the navy at the Great Lakes Training Station. He did patrol duty on board the U. S. S. Essex and the U. S. S. Wisconsin off the Atlantic coast. FRED THURMAN Fred Thurman has been in France over a year with the Motor Truck Corps. He is now a mem- ber of the Military Police Corps stationed at Orleans, where Joan of Arc encountered the English. LESTER BUNDY Lester Bundy enlisted in the first Army Training Corps in May, 1918, and served 3 months in the United States. He was overseas with the French Artillery for 6 months and at one time was slightly gassed. JOHN STODDARD John Stoddard joined the old Co. L. on April 29, 1915 and serv- ed with them till February 22, 1917, when he enlisted in Tank Service at Camp Meade, Mary- land. He saw active service on the Hindenburg Line, at Bussigny and Banancourt. Fifteen EARLE THEMANSON IN MEMORIAM Earle Themanson was born on the 14th day of Febru- ary, 1899, in Aurora, Illinois. He entered the Aurora schools at the age of six and continued there until the fourth grade, when he moved with his parents to Valpar- aiso. In 1914 he entered the V. H. S. and elected the Latin course. On the 24th of June, although but seven- teen, he left for the Mexican Border with Co. L. L T pon his return from service he again became a student of the V. H. S. until the World War fired his patriotic spirit, and he departed from this city in September, 1917, to join the Regular Army. While in service at Camp Shelby, Mississippi, he was taken ill, and was given an honorable discharge. Soon after his return home all hopes of his regaining his health were given up, and on the 18th of November he passed away. He was buried from the Lutheran Church with military honors on November 20, 1918. Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS President, Bernard Hershman Vice-President, Lois Seymour Sec’y Treas., Geo. BENNETT Supervisor, Claude 0. Pauley CLASS ROLL Barnes, Gwenola Moe, Ruth Bartholomew, Paul Mooker, Grace Bennett, George Mudge, Pearl Boyer, Mildred Maudlin, Blaine Crumpacker, Mary Arden Miner, Alberta Chaffee, Mildred Newland, Harriet Clemons, Athlene Parks, Ruth Culbertson, Helen Pomeroy, Harold Casbon, Lynnet Peck, Myron Dolson, Reva Ridenbaugh, Delilah Foster, Charles Seymour, Lois Gruenert, Lillian Sawyer, Rossman Griffin, Florence Smith, Gretchen Hershman, Bernard Specht, Gretchen Heissig, Ida Thaysen, Lillian Kulp, Chester Thurman, Wilma Loring, Mark Tofte, Luella Litz, Evelyn Webb, Agnes Lindholm, Esther Webb, Ruth McWhinney, Kathryn Winslow, Robert Class Colors: Blue and Taupe. Class Flower: Snowball. “ 1919 ” If you would know our history, A few determined hunts Thru these inspired pages Of sports and social stunts Will show that our attainments In every line and aim Have not so far been rivaled — Such is our modest claim. Nineteen BERNARD HERSHMAN Class President, Chairman Finance Committee, Play, Oratorical and Orchestra Peanut’s” scientific abil- ity yields him nought in saying good night to girls. He is a very interesting talk- er on the nuisance of so many street lights and still better at, The meeting stands adjourned.” LOIS SEYMOUR Oratorical, Play, and Vice-President. Lois is the best orator in the class. Her love for languages is marvelous. She can see more ways to solve a proposition than anyone else in the class. RUTH MOE Ruth is another one of our wonderful cooks. She is the brains of most of our entertainment committees. HAROLD POMEROY Staff, Play, Basket-Ball, and Student Council 1918 “Pomp is of such a per- sistent nature that you couldn’t chase him to Cali- fornia without his coming back to graduate with us. Business is Business”, at least that is what he says. Twenty GRETCHEN SMITH EG 3 Gretchen is a lover of English, an expert gramma- rian and author. WILMA THURMAN “PillieY cheerful grin and pleasing ways have won for her a host of friends. She received the fundamen- tals of her education in Chicago. MARK LORING Basket-Ball, Pres. Student Council 1918, Staff, Play, Oratorical, President Athletic Association, Class Pres. 1918 ‘‘Windy’ is the ladies man, and the life of the Val paraiso High School. H:s personality has won him an enviable place in the hearts of all his classmates. MILDRED CHAFFEE Oratorical, Play, Girl’s Glee Club Mildred’s all around bril- liance is shown by the grades on her cards. About the lowest grade she ever gets is a B-}-. Twenty-one MILDRED BOYER Mildred, one of the most studious and intelligent girls in the class, always has her lessons prepared, so she is a great favorite with the teachers. REVA DOLSON Girl’s Glee Club Reva’s conscientious reci- tations are most interesting to her classmates. A faint touch of superstition holds everyone awe-inspired in her Vergil class. ROSSMAN SAWYER Basket-Ball. Rossie” is our star back guard. No opponent has been able to penetrate his stone wall defense. He intends being a lawyer, and yes, he may guard some one too. AGNES WEBB Agnes is one of our star Civics students. Her enthus- iasm and vigor in arguing for woman suffrage are most interesting. Twenty-two CHESTER KULP Business Manager, Play, Boy’s Glee Club. Chester is the business genius behind the Annual. Many an hour of good sleep has he worried away plan- ning for the Valenian. RUTH PARKS Staff, Play, and Student Council 1918. ’’Pinkie is one of the most popular girls in High School. Her winning ways and pleasing personality will make her absence most no- ticeable next year. GWENOLA BARNES Gwenola is one of our new members ; she hails from Michigan. Her pleas- ing disposition has won her a host of friends. LOUELLA TOFTE Play, Girl’s Glee Club Louella’s business-like ap- pearance bodes ill for any- one who tries to get ahead of her. She has a fondness for pulling in just as the last bell rings. Twenty -three ESTHER LINDHOLM Esther is the mathemati- cal prodigy of our class. Her fondness for working out all the hard problems in Trig is marvelous. PAUL BARTHOLOMEW Paul’s greatest pleasure is to ride around in his Pilot. His greatest ambition is to beat Chester in solving Trigonometry problems. LILLIAN THAYSEN Teapot”, after many years of diligent work in school, is nearing the time when she can take up her life’s vocation, teaching. Her idea of joy is a roomful of misbehaving youngsters. RUTH WEBB Ruth left school at Christmas. She made an im- pression on our minds that never can be erased. Her diligence is marvelous. outline Romanticism --Par LEI v a Fsancaisl _ — Vfat S Cf elizabfthah Twenty-four EVELYN LITZ Oratorical, and Girl ' s Glee Club Evelyn is the dancing star of our class. Her in- tense inquisitivness in Phys- ics keeps Mr. Pauley con- stantly on the alert. HARRIET NEWLAND Staff, Play “Hank”, the girl who likes to parade up to the desk and show her glossy black hair, is very fond of Senior Parties. She likes architecture and eavesdrop- ping, and has delighted many a Senior gathering with her musical skill. CHARLES FOSTER Staff, Play Chuck’s favorite color is green, at least his style show suit was most notice- ably green. When he is not seen riding around in his six cylinder Buick admiring nature ' s wonders (?), he may be found at the club or at Gretchen’s. LILLIAN GRUENERT Lillian is the best cook in the class. Her savory dishes are always noticeable at Senior Parties. Please a man ' s stomach, and you have won his heart. Twenty- five : □□ FLORENCE GRIFFIN Staff Florence is one of the most willing workers in the class. Her fondness for work is responsible for her being on so many commit- tees. DELILAH RIDENBAUGH Play. Some say her quiet ways are misleading. “Still waters run deep.” Ask “Peanuts.” MYRON PECK Myron is the business ex- pert of the class. His won- derful work in Bookkeeping. Commercial Law, and Com- mercial Arithmetic, will never be surpassed in the V. H. S. GRACE MOOKER Grace is probably the most tireless worker in the class. She gets the best of results, which can easily be seen by looking at her card. Twenty-six KATHRYN McWHINNEY Play. Kale’s” repealed yawns in Physics give proof lhal she stays up all night study- ing. She has a very keen sense of humor — her laugh ringing out long after every- one’s else is done. PEARL MUDGE Pearl is a wonder in Dom- estic Art. Many are the beautiful garments she has made. HELEN CULBERTSON Helen is one of our new members. She is a most earnest worker and a most loyal member of the class of 1919. LYNNET CASBON Oratorical, Play Lynnet’s hobby is read- ing. He has great ability in reading the most difficult poetry. Twenty-seven ATHLENE CLEMONS Athlene is one of the live wires of our class. Her en- thusiasm in doing what ev- eryone else wants to do at parties is very pleasing. BLAINE MAUDLIN Play. Blaine is the poet laure- ate of English VIII. He has wonderful inspirations, which he vividly portrays in words. ALBERTA MINER Girl’s Glee Club Alberta is one who fin- ishes High School in three and a half years. Her love of appalling sights will fit her for her life’s work, a nurse’s calling. IDA HEISSIG Ida is a widely read stu- dent of Civics. Her fond- ness for giving special re- ports lasting all through a period has been most con- venient. These reports were most interesting and benefi- cial. Twenty-eight GEORGE BENNETT Boy’s Glee Club, Staff, Play, Sec’y. and Treas. If you wish originality, call on George. His mind and body belong to the Senior Class, but, alas, his heart is a Freshman’s. MARY A. CRUMPACKER Mary Arden, our Irene Castle, is a great rag time player and always succeeds in giving everybody else a good time. ROBERT WINSLOW Editor-in-chief, Play, Boy’s Glee Club, Oratorical, Class Pres. 1917 “Bob” is the creative genius, responsible for this annual. GRETCHEN SPECHT Assistant Editor, Play, and Student Council 1918. Gretchen’s Senior Party is one that will never be forgotten by any Senior. Her fondness for mistletoe as a decoration is astound- ing. We must say no other took such an unfair advan- tage. Twenty-nine WAYNE EVANS WELLMAN IN MEMORIAM Wayne Evans Wellman was born on February 25, 1901, in Chicago, Illinois. At the age of seven and one- half years he entered school, and was graduated from grammar school with the distinction of Class Poet at the age of thirteen. Three years ago he entered the Valpar- aiso High School; and all during his connection with this institution, he was highly admired for his prepossessing personality and sterling character. There was no sham in his make-up; he was ever frank and straightforward, and possessed an understanding of mature years. When thirteen he won first prize in a poetic contest open to the pupils of the Chicago schools. He was gifted in literary lines; and several of his articles since have been published in papers and magazines. His friends had high hopes of his success as a journalist. But after one week’s illness he passed away on October 25, 1918, at Harvey, Illinois, aged seventeen years and eight months. Thirty h Thirty-two JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS President, Jesse Wright Vice-President, Ellen Arvin Sec’y Treas., Art Cloud Supervisor, Miss Ashton CLASS ROLL Arvin, Ellen Bartholomew, Myra Butler, Hazel Campbell, Newell Chaffee, Margery Cloud, Arthur Clifford, Josephine Coulter, Harold Cobb, Mary Cole, Ivan Darst, Lillian Dee, Kathleen Dille, Emily Dolson, Olive Dowdell, Lowell Fabing, John Fenton, Lewis Finney, Jeannette Fox, Kathryn Freeman, Erma Gast, Anna Gast, Magdalene Hansen, Helen Hiltpold, Walter Hiltpold, Werner Huffman, Enoch Jessee, Mary Johnson, Hazel Jones, Vera Kath, Clara Keene, Eva Leetz, Richard Lindholm, Helga Matt, Agnes Maxwell, Kathryn Maxwell, Clair McAuliffe, Kathryn McCord, Mildred McMillen, Earl Palmer, Lois Passow, Thelma Rigg, Franklin Schroeder, Ella Schleman, Helen Shirer, Lolita Sergeant, Carrie Mae Sievers, Carroll Specht, Viola Stansell, Bruce Stansell, Le Roy Stoner, Violet Tousley, Dorothy Williams, Leone Williams, Opal Wright, Jesse Wyman, Edith Thirty-three JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY One Summer Afternoon in 1925 HELEN: “Oh, I’m so glad that you ran over to see me this afternoon. I was feeling rather lonesome for some rea- son or other.” OLIVE: “Well, so was I. That’s the reason I came. Seems as though we never have a real rousing good time any more to keep up our spirits. Don’t you just long for one of those good old times we used to have in High School?” HELEN: “Indeed I do! “Remember that Hallowe’en party we had our Freshman year, where Mr. Jessee was a big ghost and nobody knew who he was until we got ready to eat?” OLIVE: “Yes, and that baseball game in the basement! We just about ruined our throats that night.” HELEN : Everyone was dressed in such outlandish clothes that I thought I didn’t know a person when I first went in. “But think of that weenie roast we had the next year out at the Lake, when old Flint Lake still had plenty of water! The food I consumed that night would feed a family for a week.” OLIVE: “I’d nearly forgotten that, but I remember it, since you mention it. That was the night Harry Albe tried to ride the donkey, wasn’t it? I wonder if he will ever for- get that experience?” HELEN: “I imagine not! You missed that Junior-Senior party we had the next New Years though, didn’t you? We had more fun! Harold Pomeroy and Josephine Clif- ford got married because they could elope faster than anyone else. We had a regular wedding feast after- wards.” OLIVE: “You must have had fun there, I know. However, I didn’t miss the theatre party we had not long after- wards. Don’t you remember? That was the night you ran out of gasolene when you were taking Miss Welty, Miss Ashton, Miss McIntyre, and some of the Juniors down to the theatre.” HELEN : “Of course, remind me of that !” OLIVE: “Yes, and we were so proud of our class. There were several members on the basket ball team ; and then there was ‘Soup,’ who could always entertain us, and Jeanette, who never flunked in Latin, or anything else, for that matter.” HELEN: “I should say: It was a great old class. Oh, my gra- cious, I forgot — I promised to have supper early this evening! I must go! Do come over and we’ll ‘reminis’ some more another day.” — Helen Schleman Thirty- four Thirty-five SOPHOMORE CLASS OFFICERS President, Thomas Morony Sec’y Treas., Ruth Blachly Supervisor, Miss Welty CLASS ROLL Adams, Leland Atwell, Harry Bartholomew, Dorothy Bell, Ruth Blachly, Ruth Boryczko, Anna Boryczko, Joseph Christy, Anna Dee, Warren Due, Harry Ellis, Katherine Finnigan, Berna Green, Anna Hauff, George Jordan, Mildred Kenny, Mary Margaret Lisle, Alta Loomis, Byron Marimon, Bartlett Mitchell, Herbert Morony, Thomas Neet, Laura Rosenberger, Muriel Sanford, Otis Scott, Charles Summers, Clyde Sholes, Mabel Small, Edith Specht, Viola Stevens, Fannie Williams, Dorothy Williams, Florence SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY NE AUTUMN morn a group of young people just emerging into young manhood and womanhood boarded the good ship “High School.” They sailed away from the port of Graduation to the harbor of College or elsewhere. The sea of knowledge was rough and stormy ; but the captain and pilot were the best that ever sailed the sea. The captain was kind and sought to put his passengers at ease; the pilot was stern but always had ready a helping hand. With such a pilot, the passengers felt certain that in due time they would reach the port of College in safety, for the ambition of every passenger was to disembark at the port of College. And this ambition has a foundation of rock, for they have sailed upon that uncertain sea two years. What knowledge have they gained? Some have captured and mastered Latin, French, English, Algebra, History, and other inhabitants of that wonderful sea. But, alas! we have lost some of our first pas- sengers; they have chosen some foreign land for their home. However, frequently a new passenger boards our ship, and then there is great rejoicing. Now we have accomplished half of our voyage — have overcome all difficulties. And as we sail on and on, our one ambition is to land at that great port of College. — Earl Scott. T hirty-eight 0L“£ ' Thirty-nine ■ FRESHMAN CLASS OFFICERS President, Arthur Mains Sec’y Treas., Emily Marine Supervisor, H. M. Jessee CLASS ROLL Bartholomew, Autumn Becker, Siegfried Bennett, Claude Billings, Edward Blaze, Arnold Blaze, William Bornholt, Bruce Bowman, Gillett Bundy, Myrtle Burk, Gerald Case, Norma Card, Jessie Christy, Frederick Clapper, Evelyn Clifford, Thomas Cole, Marjorie Collier, Atwood Collins, Andrew Collins, Mabel Corboy, Stephen Coyer, Charles Darst, Catherine Dee, Dorothy DeVroe. Susann Dille, Gladys Dodge, Dorothy Duncan, Frank Ellis, Paul Fabing, Richard Fields, Irene F rederick, Ruth Gannon, Loretta Glover, Harold Green, Helen Gruenert, Karl Gustafson, Helen Heller, Daniel Hodges, Doris Holman, Harold Horn, Frank H. Horner, Elmyra Horner, Ford Jarrell, Oscar Kath, Minnie Ketchum, Annette Keene, Glenn Keene, Glenn Keene, Lynn Krull, Walter Kuehl, Lyal Kuehl, Luella Kull, Mildred Kulp, Frances LaBrecque, Josephine Larcen, Kenneth LeMar, Harriet Lembke, Ernest Lentz, Verna LePell, Loring Lindholm, Elsa Louderback, Robert Loomis, Nellie Maxwell, Wilma Mains, Arthur Marine, Emily Marquardt, Mary Miller, Velma Mitzner, Glenn Montgomery, Ruth Murvihill, Joseph Neff, Ruth Nixon, Russell Nolan, Joseph Oldham, Howard Parker, Constance Prehn, Paul Rathman, Cecil Ritz, Mildred Ruge, Hulda Sanford, Mary Scott, Earl Seymour, De Forest Shephard, Randall Shinabarger, Margaretha Simon, Isadore Summer, Genevieve Stinchfield, Phyllis Stoner, Kenneth Stoner, Ronald Stoner, Mary Tetzlaff, Gladys Thune, Charles Tilton, Frances Todd, Dorothy Vosburgh, Edna Wade, Harry Wallace, Richard Wark, Dorothy Wheeler, Lucille White, Geneva White, Josephine White, Lael Wininger, Blanche Wittenberg, Ruth Worstell, Vivian Wyman, Elizabeth Wolfe, Charollet Zeller, Elenore Forty-one THE FRESHMEN THE first week of September, In the year of nineteen eighteen, Went we Freshmen to the High School, Went we there to join the others, Others who had once been Freshmen, But who now have grown much wiser. We were seized with awe and wonder, Wondered how the Seniors stately, Ever learned so much of Latin; Wondered if we e’er could learn, Learn the words of other language, Learn the signs of X and Z. And we’ll ne’er forget our longing, Longing for the old “Eighth A”, As the Wednesdays and the Fridays Brought quotations and brought spelling. We have not accomplished much, But our best we’ve tried to do. We, who can, sing in the Glee Clubs; We, who can, in the band do play. We have helped our school with war work, We have answered with the others All the calls of our Red Cross. We are loyal to the ball team, Loyal to the team of Valpo : We have joined their association, We have gone to every game, We have yelled as hard as Freshies can, We our yell leader have furnished, We a few “subs”, too, have furnished. In the fall, as you remember, Juniors with the Freshmen striving, Won the game between the classes, Won the annual football game. We have organized our class, And one party we enjoyed, With its dancing and refreshments. Thus the Freshman history endeth, And though Father Time doth scatter us, Scatter us widely o’er this world, We shall ne’er forget our school days, Freshmen days at Valpo High School. — Emily Marine. Forty-two a IGt t n a 1 « r f There are many things to do, In the years that we pass thru ; Our character, to those who Meet us, should help them too. Then we should take a better view Of things we all dislike to do, As there are quite a few People who would seem to you Just as if they never knew What to cherish and to rue. So make yourself just what you Would like to see in others, too. — Franklin Rigg. I listened to the waters rippling. As they wandered to the sea. Gliding forth into the future. Where our thoughts are wont to be. And the sound of all those ripples. Flowing onward through the vale. Mingled sweetly with the music Of the whistling nightingale. When the shadows gathered quickly. O’er the brook, and o’er the lea. Then the moon in benediction Arose high and blessed the day. Far and wide she cast her splendor. Over every tree, and hill. While in reverence bowed the world And voices of the wind were still. All along the eastern heavens. Where the moon did slowly rise. Shone the clouds of gold and crimson. Illuminating celestial skies. Then the stars peeped out in glory. With a dancing, sparkling light. To crown this glorious picture Of a wondrous moonlight night. — F. V. G. F rfjh wtr THE MATE’S STORY HE ADVENTURE I am about to recount happened one night about the middle of August, 1917, when the German subs were getting in their first good stroke of business. We were nearing the Irish coast, running without lights and feeling our way carefully, when all at once we received a tremendous shock, which sent every man jack of us headforemost out of our hammocks. We knew well enough what had happened. The great battleship shivered from end to end like a living thing that had received a death blow, and we knew she had been torpedoed. The impulse of every one of us, to rush on deck, was tre- mendous, I can assure you ; but we had been too well trained for that. Not a man moved out of his place; but all eyes were on me, as I stood at the bottom of the companionway looking up- ward, awaiting the command of the captain. Captain Wallace had a reputation to sustain. Now a repu- tation is something that must be earned before it can be en- joyed; and Captain Wallace had qualified as the most able navigator in those parts. He was the most austere, as well as the most envied and hated, handler of men. He ruled his men with an iron will. He was commonly known as “The Old Man.” I stood with my hand clenched and every muscle in my body strained, awaiting the command of the “Old Man.” It came, I repeated it instantly; and quietly, orderly, without the least commotion, the men fell into line, and one by one ascended the companion ladder to the deck. Already the ship was list- ing heavily to star-board, and we could hear the hissing of steam and the fearful gurgle of the water as it rushed into the tremendous hole that had been torn in her bow. But on deck the same orderly precision reigned as though nothing unusual had happened. The “Old Man” stood by the ship’s rail quietly superintend- ing the lowering of the boats. His grizzled brow and iron jaw gave no sign of worry, and his voice was not a whit less arro- gant than usual. When he spoke the men executed his orders as though they were inspired by some unknown force. There were 1,500 men and officers on board. As it hap- pened, I was among the first to leave the ship. We pulled to a safe distance and then lay on our oars, watching the doomed vessel. The night was pitch dark, but an explosion somewhere had set fire to the after part of the ship, the flames lighting up the sea for miles around. Off at a distance we could see the sub with her captain and crew on deck watching the proceedings. There were boats enough to take off every man ; but the vessel was listing more and more heavily and rolling sideways as the water filled her hold : and we feared she would sink be- fore all could be taken off. As we sat in our boat, tense, fascinated with horror at the scene, a seaman remarked, “Well, we’ve all ‘had it in’ for the ‘Old Man,’ but look at ’im now ; ’es been a hard master but ye ' ll see ’e’ll not lave the rail till every man jack is over the side.” It was true; the brave old captain held his post; and of the many who had felt the rigor of his iron hand and had envied him his power and authority, not one of those envied him now in the grave hour of responsibility. The last boat was filled and the order given to lower away. Then for the first time in his life an old boatswain dared to give the word to his captain. Forty-five “Get in ships,” he pleaded. “I’ll lower the boat and then jump in afterwards.” “In with you,” roared the captain. “What do you mean by talking back to me!” and he seized the boatswain around the “middle” and pitched him headforemost into the boat. Then he loosened the yards and the boat slid down the vessel’s side into the water, but was borne backward by a wave. The cap- tain stood on the rail and shouted, even as he leaped, “Pull away, men!” At that moment our staring eyes were blinded by a mighty flash, and a deafening roar rent the ship asunder. The fire had reached our magazines, exploding them and sending wreckage, steam and water high into the heavens. For just a moment the great ship trembled on the surface, then plunged, nose downward, into the sea. With her went the light, and once more we were in darkness, except for the feeble rays cast by the lights of our boats. Fortunately the sea was calm and we were able to keep together as we made for the Irish coast. When morning dawned we were in sight of land. About ten o’clock our small fleet landed, and the officers took inven- tory of the men. It was found, that, of all that ship’s company, the only man lost was the brave and austere captain. I, then being in charge, told the men who were in the life- boat that was last to leave the ship, to speak up and tell how it had happened. “Well, ’twas this way,” answered the grizzled old boatswain, as he scratched his head. “You see, the Old Man gave the order to ‘pull away’ before he jumped. We knew he would fall short, but we daren’t disobey his orders.” — Blaine Maudlin. THE RETURN OF SPRING Blossom, little flowers, April is here, Bringing her showers, The same every year. Sing, all ye birds, Do not despair; May is coming With days more rare. Nod your heads, Ye beauties of Spring, Lest we be dead To the joys you bring. — Helen Culbertson. Forty-six A MODERN JESSE JAMES S I entered the office of the Pennsylvania Lines at 5929 Adams street, one spring day in May, 1919, John L. Graham, a former schoolmate of mine, now division superintendent of the Pennsylvania Lines west of Pittsburg, was pacing nervously back and forth in front of his desk. He was a well built, middle-aged man of medium height, in perfect health ; but his face wore a look of doubt and perplexity. On the desk lay a telegram stating that the pay train had again been robbed of $10,000 at some place between Valparaiso and Plymouth, two towns about fifty and a hundred miles, re- spectively, from Chicago. The robbery had occurred between one and one-thirty A. M. ; and again there was no clue what- ever, as to how the deed was accomplished, although detectives who were on the train had made a thorough investigation im- mediately after the perpetration of the crime. Such a robbery would not have been thought unusual fifty years ago, when trains were often waylaid in remote and out-of-the-way places along the line; but the daring of such an attempt at this time, in a part of the country so thickly populated, and upon a train carrying twenty picked guards besides the two detectives and the train crew, was ample reason for the superintendent’s dis- composure. Perching himself on the edge of the desk, he handed me the telegram. After I had finished reading, he broke the silence with these words: “This makes the second time it has hap- pened. I have employed the best detectives and have offered $5,000.00 reward to anyone who will give us any clue to the perpetrators. I recently doubled the reward ; but it seems no one can make any headway in the solution of the riddle. You have always been something of a Sherlock Holmes; and, since your occupation as chemist gives you practice in scientific thinking, I thought, perhaps, you could offer some suggestion which we could follow up, or that you would even like to investi- gate the case yourself. It is not so much the money, although that is of no little consequence; but almost every member of the Board of Directors has been around wanting to know why I have not done something in the matter.” Seeing my friends’ position, I told him that he had more confidence in me than I had, but if I could in any way help him out, I should gladly do so. “Then let me give you the facts of the case more in de- tail. Ask any question you desire. The first robbery took place two weeks ago today at the same time of day. Since then de- tectives have examined every inch of the train and right of way for some clue to the mystery, but have found none. The train is made up of an engine and three cars. This car is an all-steel baggage car having two end doors and a large sliding door on each, side-locked on the inside by a chain and a bolt. The windows, eight in number, are barred on the inside.” Here I interrupted my friend to ask if the train made any stops between the two towns. “Only one — for water at Hanna.” “We have come to the conclusion that the robbery had to take place while the train was in motion, because after mak- ing the stop at Hanna everyone on the train agrees that no stop was made until Valparaiso was reached. How an entrance was gained to the car, is a question we can’t answ ' er. The only the- ory that has been advanced regarding this, is, that the train was followed by a motor speeder, either on the track at the side of the train or behind it. Forty-seven “The former assumption is entirely out of the question, because at that time of night the freight traffic is heaviest; and on the thirty minutes’ run between Hanna and Valparaiso the train passed three long freights at intervals of ten minutes each. It would take a minute to get a heavy speeder back on the track and fully nine minutes to catch up with the train. The latter assumption is impossible, because, since the first rob- bery, a guard has been posted inside the door of the last coach to watch the track through the window in the door.” “Could not the thief,” I asked, “have hidden himself be- tween the cars or on the rods under the train during the stop for water?” “Impossible; after each stop the brakeman makes a trip from the engine cab to the other end of the train. No human alive could get from the rods under the train to any of the doors with the train running at a speed of about sixty miles per hour. “That is about all I can tell you. The paymaster sleeps in the car; and, if I were inclined to be a bit superstitious, I should say it was the work of a ghost.” “If I understand rightly,” I said, “the next pay day will be in two weeks.” He nodded assent. “What time does the train arrive here in the morning?” “At 8:30. If you have time I’ll take you down, and you can look over the ground,” he added. As I would be at leisure for about a week, I told him that nothing would suit me better. Writing a few words on a slip of paper he handed it to me, along with five twenties, saying, “That pass will carry you anyw r here on the division; and, if you need any more cash, just telegraph.” We then went into the street, climbed into his little Stutz, and were soon at the Union Station. The train arrived a few minutes later, and was run onto a siding. It consisted, as my friend had told me, of a light, speedy engine and three steel cars. There was nothing unusual about the outside appearance, so we immediately entered. The first car contained the kitchen and dining room, while the last was a drawing room car. The middle car contained two bunks, one on each side of the end door. Two large flat top desks stood at the opposite end, also a large safe, secured to the wall by iron bands. This safe was operated by a time clock on the in- side of the door, its bolts being drawn back by a small induction motor in the center of the door. The current was supplied from the train’s lighting circuit. Beyond this I discovered nothing of importance. “Well, what do you think of it?” asked my friend as we left the train. “I have come to no conclusion,” I confessed, “but I will not give up yet. I think I’ll leave for Valparaiso.” “That’s fine,” said my friend. “Just take my car; it’s a nice little jaunt, and you’ll get there by noon.” It was just two weeks later when I again entered the Chi- cago office of the division superintendent, and was greeted with, “You’re a brick, George! But how did you do it — tell me all about it!” “I hardly know where to begin ; but to make a long story short, one day when I was traveling from Valparaiso to Hanna in your car, I lost my way and went too far south. Just as I stopped to consult my road back, I heard a whirring noise like that of an aeroplane, and looking up I saw what appeared at first to be an ordinary dirigible. As I watched, I saw some- thing detach itself from the airship and descend. Astonished, I focused my binoculars on the object. It was a boat-shaped, steel basket, suspended from the dirigible by two cables, one at each end. A smaller line hung down to a pair of phones on the bas- ket’s sole occupant, a man in military dress. After the basket Farty-eight had descended about a thousand feet it returned to the balloon. The dirigible was making its way south and was soon a mere speck in the sky. “Resuming my journey, I stopped at a little town by the name of Kouts, where I asked the garage keeper if he knew anything of the dirigible. “ ‘Yes,’ was the answer, ‘it belongs down at Purdue. The government is experimenting with the thing.’ “The next day found me at Lafayette, Indiana. Being ac- quainted with the professor of science, I obtained permission to visit the dirigible hangars. “A Lieutenant Smith was in charge of the tests. He was a tall, muscular fellow, who after letting me into the hangar, re- tired at once to a laboratory at one side of the building. I spent about an hour looking over the craft and, after questioning me- chanics, who were busy correcting a few minor faults, I took my departure. Summing up the information I had received, I found that the lieutenant and his chief mechanic were little known, that the craft, though of very large dimensions, could be managed by these two men, that many trips had been made at night, and that the dirigible carried poison gas tanks. “I concluded that my search was ended. However, not having enough evidence to catch the rogue, I returned to Ply- mouth, wired you for permission to board the pay train when it should next go through, secured a gas mask, and waited de- velopments. “Last night I changed places with one of the paymasters as we left Plymouth. After adjusting my gas mask I crawled into my bunk, turning my back to the door. In a few minutes I heard a hissing sound, and soon became aware of a greenish vapor in the car. A few seconds later the lieutenant stepped into the car carrying a small gas tank on his back, an automatic pistol in one hand, and an odd-shaped coil in the other. He pro- ceeded at once to the safe, leaving a wire connected with the coil trailing behind him. He held the coil at the center of the door, pressed a small switch, and the revolving part of the in- duction motor in the door began to work; the dirigible fur- nished the current. As soon as the whirring ceased, he grasped the door handle, swung it open, took out the case of currency and threw open the large side door of the car to allow the gas to escape. This he closed in a very short time, picked up the case and coil, and started to leave. “I ordered him to stop, and he made one bound for the door; then my automatic spoke. At present you will find him at Mercy Hospital awaiting a court martial. As for the gov- ernment dirigible, when last seen it was headed straight for Mexico.” — Bernard Hershman. A BLADE OF GRASS Thou tender little blade of grass That peeps from thy cold and dark retreat; Where thou hast lain through the long, cold night, Quite safe from the North wind’s icy grasp, Come forth — the birds to you will sing; And soon you will developed be Into a strong and deep-hued herb To gladden the heart of one less happy. — Myron Peck. Forty-nine SCHOOL MEMORIES ■ID NE DAY when I was exceedingly discouraged with my school life and could see no practical good I should receive by remaining in school and finishing my education, I lay down and fell asleep and dreamed the following dream : There appeared be- fore my eyes a ladder which reached from the dark and dismal land of discouragement, disgrace, unhappiness, and sor row to the land of peace, harmony and happiness. The first six rounds of that ladder I recognized as my first six years in the public schools, and then I remembered all the good times I had enjoyed under the care and guidance of my teachers. The seventh and eighth rounds stood out more prominently, as they represented my two years in a new school, amid differ- ent surroundings, different teachers and classmates. I shall never forget the fond memories of those two years. The ninth round of the ladder demanded a wider step than the rest ; and I realized that it represented my first year in high school. It was like starting all over again to hear the upper classmen sing their little snatches of poetry concerning the green freshmen. But the year sped all too fast, and I stood upon the tenth round of the golden ladder; and as I look back upon that sophomore year I can see nothing except pleasant ex- periences. The eleventh round shone in all its glories and achieve- ments; and well it might shine, for did it not suggest my junior year, the best year since I started to climb the ladder? As I was trying to see what was written on the last round, I awoke, realizing that it was worth everything to mount the last round and enter into the jeweled land of contentment, suc- cess, and fame, instead of dallying in the land of ignorance and narrow mindedness. — Helen Hanson. DESERT O’ DREAMS Desert O’Dreams! I pass you by, Safe in a Pullman, o’er shining rails, Maybe where bones deep-buried be, In the wake of by-gone trails. Desert O’Dreams! the purple mist Shrouds you in curtains of shimmering haze, Where caravans struggled and oxen died In the dus ts of other days. Desert O’Dreams! the western star Still burns over you warm and bright, The moon still swings in the dreamy sky, The coyote sings through the desert night, And still there broods o’er your shifting sands A dream’s delight. — Kathryn McWhinney. Fifty LORING J. LE PELL Cartoonist Fifty-one VALENIAN STAFF Robert Winslow Gretchen Specht Business Manager... Chester Kulp Mark Loring c ocietv Harriet Newland Lois Seymour Florence Griffen Harold Pomeroy Ruth Parks Prophecy Snaps George Bennett . Charles Foster, Jr. SPECIAL WORK Lillian Thaysen Blaine Maudlin Lillian Gruenert Kathryn McWhinney Athlene Clemons Fifty-three Prnpljftrjj ND it came to pass that in the year 1939 a certain former Valpoite named Bernard, son of Hershman, flew far over land and sea, seeking radium for the great Edison Electrical Company. When he reached Pomeroy, in the land of Indiana, he alighted to adjust his compressed air engine. While he tinkered, the great Harold came by; and they fell each upon the other’s neck and wept for joy, for the years had been twenty since last they met. They sat upon a large, flat stone and talked. Great was Bernard’s astonishment when Harold drew forth a copy of his Condensed International Bureau of Information, which con- tained the names of every man, woman, and child who had lived in Indiana for the past twenty-five years. And behold he chanced upon the name of Gwenola Barnes, a noted lady lawyer; Mildred Boyer, Dean of Household Eco- nomics in the University of Michigan; the quiet Paul Bartholo- mew, Civil Engineer for the Pennsylvania Railroad ; Mildred Chaffee, Assistant Editor of Enthusiasm, a literary magazine of world-wide fame; Lynnet Casbon, an expert horticulturist in the Luther Burbank Nurseries in California; Helen Culbert- son, Dean of Expression at Lake Forest; Athlene Clemons, happily married and, with her husband, conducting a large par- rot and ostrich farm at Storm Lake, Iowa; Mary Arden Crum- packer, the society leader of the Five Hundred in New York City; Reva Dolson, pipe organ player at the Auditorium in Chicago and married to the director of the orchestra; Charles Edward Foster, a millionaire lumber magnate with offices at Chicago; Florence Griffin, New York’s most stylish milliner; Lillian Gruenert, the maker of the famous Gruenert Jams and Preserves; Ida Heissig, the great expounder and lyceum talker on “Bryce’s American Commonwealth”; Chester Kulp, a mem- ber of the Inter-State Commerce Commission ; Esther Lindholm, teaching the young idea how to shoot in the land of Kansas; Mark Loring, a celebrated criminal lawyer and United States District Attorney; Evelyn Litz, a celebrated danseuse; Blaine Maudlin, Superintendent at the Tin Plate Mills at Gary ; Kath- ryn McWhinney, the happy wife of Senator ; Grace Mooker, a missionary to India; Alberta Miner, head nurse at the Mercy Hospital, Chicago; Ruth Moe, general superintendent of the Bunte’s Candy Co. ; Harriet Newland, an arts and crafts designer, with a studio in the Fine Arts Building, Chicago; Pearl Mudge, Principal of Shortridge High School, Indianapo- lis; Ruth Parks, happy with the man of her dreams and owner of one of the finest private libraries in the United States; My- ron Peck, a mining engineer at Denver, Colo.; Delilah Riden- baugh, Professor of Latin in Cornell University; Rossman Sawyer, an expert architect in rear entrances, especially back stairways; Gretchen Smith, a nature poet living in California; Gretchen Specht, Dean of Women at Vassal’ College; Lois Sey- mour, the author of many books on psychology; Lillian Thay- sen, after several years’ teaching in the West, married to a Fifty-four wealthy ranch owner; Louella Tofte, Prima Donna at the Col- onial Theatre; Wilma Thurman, private secretary to the Pres- ident of the United States; Robert Winslow, the celebrated so- ciety dentist of New York City; Ruth Webb, state representa- tive from Montana; Agnes Webb, state superintendent of in- struction in Wyoming. “But what has become of our old friend George?” “He is an old bachelor living in northern Wisconsin. He has won renown as a chemical engineer, but devotes much of his time to hunting and fishing.” “But why didn’t he get married?” “That’s the big mystery.” The powerful Harold had an inspiration, “Let us gather all these good pals together in Valparaiso, the city of Homer, and make merry together, that we may live long and be happy in the days that are gone and cherish these friendships even unto the end.” And a message was sent afar, that all might gather within the gates of old Valpo High on May 25, 1939. — Geo. Bennett. DRIFTWOOD When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door, There’s nothing else for him to do but sit and dream his by- gones o’er, And then before an open fire he smokes his pipe, while in the blaze, He seems to see a picture show of all his happy yesterdays. No ordinary film is that which memory throws upon the screen, But one in which his hidden soul comes out and can be plainly seen. — Lillian Gruenert Fifty- five _ Fifty-seven ©ur Mortal Artimtwa When We Were Juniors Junior-Senior Prom. FTER long preparation and much excitement, the Class of ’19 realized their fondest hope in their Junior year, when they gave the first High School prom (let us hope it will not be the last) for the graduating class of ’18. An invitation was ex- tended to the entire High School; moreover, each Junior and Senior was given the privilege of inviting one guest outside. The prom was given at the Armory, which was decorated in the High School colors — green and white — and the music was furnished by Cleopatra’s Jazz Band. Mark and Mary Arden led the grand march, and Pinky and Bob passed the programs. Members of the faculty were prevailed upon to act as chaperons, and by their actions showed they realized the honor that at- tended the chaperoning of the first V. H. S. prom. One thing is certain — everyone had a good time, even though our pleasure was interrupted for a few minutes when the lights grew sud- denly. “dim.” Because of the successful way in which the prom was carried out, we are assured that there will be many more. Junior-Senior Picnic The annual picnic for the graduating class was given last year at Flint Lake. The two classes, chaperoned by the faculty, went out to the lake in cars ; and as it was one of the first warm days of the year almost everyone immediately went in swim- ming. After this ceased to be a novelty, a most wonderful lunch was served, which you can imagine was very acceptable. (We certainly have some girls in our class who are skilled in the art of cookery.) Through the kindness of Max Specht we had ac- cess to the dancing pavillion and boats, so, after eating all we could possibly hold, we spent the rest of our time in dancing and boating. Such events as these make us look back on our school days with pleasure. High School Reception One of the most brilliant affairs ever given at the High School was the reception in honor of the class of 1918. The as- sembly room was artistically decorated on this occasion in a color scheme of gray and red — the Senior Class colors. The orchestra, which was seated on the platform, was almost hidden behind pillars and festoons of green and white, a very attrac- tive setting. Members of the Junior Class, who had charge of arrangements, served frappe and light refreshments. The guests greeted a receiving line of members of the graduating class headed by Mr. and Mrs. Boucher and Mr. and Mrs. Jessee. After the receiving line was broken up, most of the High School students danced informally for an hour or more. Fifty-eight Now That We Are Seniors Weenie Roast at Lake Michigan One day while the High School was closed in October, some of the Seniors who could be gathered together on short notice drove to Lake Michigan and had a weenie roast, in honor of Lieutenant Harold Card, a former classmate, who was home on a short furlough. Miss McIntyre assumed the responsibility of chaperoning the crowd and well deserved our thanks. In the afternoon we “turned back to the days of childhood,” and while “some” went in wading, “others” improvised figure-eights down the dunes, and still “others” played leap-frog; neither should I forget to mention Pinky’s recital of “nature’s beauty.” Every- one was so hungry at dinner time that we forgot to save any- thing for lunch, so we gathered together all our belongings and started home late in the afternoon. Weenies, sand, and Lake Michigan do make a fine combination. Theatre Party Due to the many hindrances that occurred at the beginning of our Senior year our first party of the winter season was given late in November. We had resolved to make up for lost time, and we surely made a good beginning, if the success of our first theatre party can be taken as an example. We chose to see “We Can’t Have Everything,” a very fitting picture for a class of Seniors. After the show we all went up to the school building, where some unusual stunts were enacted, such as the initiation of the class, and also the faculty, into the secret order of the “Ho- dunk.” There are rumors about that Mr. Boucher really wanted to be initiated twice; but, of course, we must not believe every- thing that we are told. Chester and Athlene were featured in the Highland fling, and some even say that “Teapot” was found in the kitchen drinking vinegar. We were served one of those lunches which some of the Senior girls are always sure to prepare. The remainder of the evening was spent in dancing. Gretchen Specht’s Party One snowy Friday eve, December 27 to be exact, the Sen- iors two score strong went to the basket-ball game. After see- ing our boys defeated, we journeyed to the hospitable home of Gretchen Specht. We were warmly received by the hostess, and after tak- ing off our wraps were told to beware of the mistletoe. Thereafter it was a common sight to see someone walking along with his head stuck skyward so as not to step under the beguil- ing berries. The boys were especially careful, as the girls out- numbered them three to one, and they would stand no show if they once stepped under the mirth-provoking twig. When the jingle of bells and harmonious music were heard, there were many queries as to whether Santa Claus would really stop or not. Miss Benney vouched for our goodness, saying, “We were always quiet and peaceful as lambs.” So, sure enough, Santa Claus did stop; and, as he came clattering up the steps, there was a grand rush to let him in. He added much to the pleasure of the evening in that he made everyone do a stunt before he received his presents. Mil- Fifty-nine dred Chaffee’s talk on “The Value of Bashfulness” went to the heart of everyone present. The dancing of Chester, Evelyn, and Athlene was well received. The different speeches were all very witty and to the point, especially Bernard’s talk on paying dues and special assessments. After Santa Claus had gone, dainty refreshments were served. The main diversion of the evening was then started by Bernard trying to eat the same sandwich with Katherine Mc- Whinney. The rest of the evening was spent in dancing. Many a youthful maiden was seen blushing, and not a few boys were complaining of sore lips. We all departed at a late hour in the best of spirits and full of gratitude to Gretchen for giving us such a fine time. — George Bennett. New Year’s Eve Party “The Juniors and the Seniors, so runs my little rhyme, At Central High School, on Tuesday eve, Will greet old Father Time. Please don’t forget, dear girls and boys, To bring some horns to make a noise. Now don’t be late, be there at eight.” Thus the Juniors and Seniors were summoned to celebrate the coming in of the New Year. To Seniors, especially, the year 1919 means more than many years w ' hich have preceded it, or many that will follow. Obeying our summons, we all arrived at the appointed hour of eight; and almost immediately the good time began. Those who received their full share of the dentist’s red pepper and mustard were most sure that their (good) time had come. Af- ter playing many other games, Harold and Josephine Clifford were united in marriage by the Rev. Lowell Dowdell. To cele- brate the occasion we danced until the New Year had been ushered in with all the noise that Juniors and Seniors can make. To season us for what was to follow we were all obliged to eat a plate of goulash, as George calls it. This was probably done to see who were the most capable of disposing of the re- freshments which were then served. About one o’clock, after a bit of dancing, we took our horns and started on our way. Oratorical Contest One of the most enjoyable evenings any of us have had for some time was the evening of the annual oratorical contest, held this year on Friday night, January 24. Probably never before has there been a more interesting group of orations, which, together with the musical numbers contributed by the Sophomore class, made up this splendid program : Trombone solo — Roger Wilson. The American Navy — Lynnet Casbon. Universal Military Training — Bernard Hershman. Americanism — Robert Winslow. The Aftermath of War — Mark Loring. Vocal solo — Ruth Blachly. The Rank and File — Lois Seymour. Enthusiasm — Mildred Chaffee. Our Greatest American — Evelyn Litz. Violin solo — Charles Coyer. The judges awarded the prizes to Lois Seymour and Bob Winslow. The Seniors had their customary canteen in a very conspicuous part of the south hall. The money received at our canteen was to help defray the expenses of the Annual. After the program was over, there was an informal dance in the basement. Not only did the younger people remain, but Sixty also many of the parents stayed to have a good time. We never again will have to worry about getting an orchestra, as we have one right here at school. Everything taken into consideiation, this was the most enjoyable oratorical contest of the four which the Seniors have been able to attend, and we sincerely hope that the underclassmen will enjoy their similar entertainments as much as we enjoyed ours. The Seniors Entertained by George Bennett Well, we certanly had a good time at George’s! The first Friday night in February we were invited to spend an evening at his house; and, to show George that we ap- preciated his invitation, we arrived, both young and old, in great numbers. Miss Benney proved herself the most efficient guesser in a contest of names and received as her reward a miniature leather-bound copy of “The Raven.” Athlene has at last found her life work. This Friday night she appeared before the pub- lic as champion cackler of the Senior Class of 1919. Hei fiist compensation along this line was a donkey and cart— a good be- ginning. Those who had not been initiated into the secret order of the “Hodunk” were given a chance on this night of becoming duly qualified. Thank goodness, that is all over with. In between games we danced; and then came the good things to eat, which Mrs. Bennett is always sure to have on hand. As is our usual custom, we finished the evening by dancing awhile; and at a late hour, for seniors, we started on our way, not forgetting to thank George for the very good time he had given us. Class Party at Mildred Chaffee’s On the evening of February twenty-first, after seeing Crown Point defeated by Valparaiso, we went to the home of Mildred Chaffee, where the Seniors were entertained by Mil- dred, Lois and Wilma. The house was decorated in red, white and blue ; and throughout the evening there were many sugges- tions commemorating George Washington’s birthday. In the first game we filled out programs similar to dance programs, and then were required to spend three minutes with our partner doing some unusual stunt. In traveling about the rooms such unusual sights as Mr. Chaffee flirting with Ath- lene, or Miss Benney chewing gum, or even Mr. Jessee keeping quiet for three minutes, were seen. Appropriate prizes were given to those who did their stunt most successfully. One of the main diversions of the evening was taffy pulling. Every- one received a plate of taffy to pull ; and if prizes had been given for this, I am sure that Mr. Jessee would have carried off the honors as champion taffy puller, although Mr. Pauley would have been a close second ; but we need not argue the question. Bernard seemed insistent that someone receive a shock, and brought along his electric generator. How hard everyone worked for the nickel! But at last all attempts were declared useless. After having been served with delicious refreshments, we spent an hour or more in dancing. We shall not soon forget the good time that Mildred, Wilma and Lois gave us, for it was one of the best times we have had together this year. Sixty-one Seniors Entertained by Mr. and Mrs. Pauley One day the Seniors were unexpectedly summoned to Miss McIntyre’s room and more than surprised when Mr. Pauley an- nounced that he and Mrs. Pauley were giving us a party on the following Friday night. At our usual hour of eight we arrived at the school building and went to the kindergarten room, which was decorated in our class colors — blue and gray. After a little dancing a series of games were arranged for us, so we lined up in two par- ties — the blues and the grays. A football game, spelling game, an elopement, and “Going to Jerusalem,” afforded much amuse- ment. The spelling game showed that even some of the Seniors need to learn how to spell, especially Chester — “w-i-s-a-r-d.” After more dancing, Mrs. Pauley, assisted by some of the Senior girls, served delicious refreshments. Ask George. We hope that Mr. and Mrs. Pauley have some idea of how much we all appreciated this lovely party — we have not ceased talking about it yet. Weenie Roast at Sager’s One Friday noon the Seniors unexpectedly decided to have a weenie roast at Sager’s, in the evening, so at seven o’clock we all gathered at Alberta’s and started out to the lake. After a jolly walk out there we made a big fire and then sat down with our long, pointed sticks, and proceeded to make those good sandwiches which taste even better when they are burned. Knowing that even Seniors at times become childish we played hide-and-go-seek, when we were not drinking spring- water. As it was nearing eleven o’clock the chaperons decided it was time to go home, so while part of us took the boats back, the rest proceeded home via the Pennsylvania tracks. Experience Party The Seniors will hold an experience social early in May, when each Senior will hand to the class treasurer the dollar which he or she has earned and tell how it was earned. The money will help to defray the expenses of the Valenian. As the Valenian must go to press before the end of our school activities, many good times to come before the end of our Senior year can not be recorded. The Junior-Senior prom, the High School reception to the Seniors, and the Junior-Senior pic- nic are a few of the activities which will close our High School days. — Harriet Newland. Mxxmt mb Irmtta Sixty-three MUSIC AND DRAMATIC ART 0 CANNOT be too thankful for the kind of music which our school has enjoyed this year. This refin- ing influence has created a great interest among the pupils, has furnished entertainment for both the school and the public, and has brought out the latent talent in our midst. MISS JUVA N. HIGBEE All this is due to the untiring efforts of Miss Juva Higbee, who could not be better fitted for the place, as instructor in music for our schools. She has had extensive musical educa- tion and experience, and has the energy needed to carry out the plans which she made last fall. First, new song-books were ordered for the Assembly; then under her direction the Girls’ Glee Club, the Boys’ Glee Club, the Chorus, the Orchestra, the Music Club, and the Ukelele Club were organized. The first fruits of Miss Higbee’s efforts and ability were displayed to the public on the night of December 19, 1918, at Memorial Opera House, in a concert given by the Orchestra and Glee Clubs. The following program shows the variety and high quality of the work accomplished : “Visions of Childhood” (waltz) 0. Neilson Orchestra. “Marching” H. Trotere Boys’ Glee Club. “Slumber Boat” J. Gaynor Girls’ Glee Club. “Nazareth” Gounod Chorus. Violin solo, “Souvenir” Drdla Charles Coyer. “The Darks” F. Wastings Boys’ Glee Club. “Carissima” A. Penn Orchestra. Sixty- four □[5 “Nursery Rhyme Suite” A. S. Constance Girls’ Glee Club. “Kentucky Babe” Gerbel Boys’ Glee Club. “The Lost Chord” Sullivan Chorus (with orchestra accompaniment). “Dawn” i 0. Straus Girls’ Glee Club. “Sweet and Low” Barnby Chorus. “Old Glory Selection” (On National Airs) Seredy Orchestra. THE OPERETTA One day in January the members of the different musical clubs met and organized “The High School Music Club.” There are about seventy members in this club. On Friday evening, May 9, 1919, The High School Music Club presented “The Little Tycoon,” a comic American-Japanese opera, in two acts, by Willard Spenser. Characters Violet, The Little Tycoon, General Knickerbocker’s Daughter Gretchen Marquart Alvin Barry, The Great Tycoon, a Wall street broker Robert Winslow General Knickerbocker, an old-time Knickerbocker Lowell Dowdell Rufus Ready, Alvin’s friend, later interpreter to Tycoon Otis Sanford Lord Dolphin, son of Marchioness of Pullhimback, Byron Loomis Teddy, an Irishman, Lord Dolphin’s Valet Ernest Lembke Miss Hurricane, chaperon to tourist maidens Louella Tofte Dolly Dimple, Violet’s school friend Lucille Barnes Dot, Dollie’s friend Edith Small Marchioness of Pullhimback Alberta Miner Second Valet Bruce Stansell Montgomery, General Knickerbocker’s footman, Claire Maxwell Customhouse Officer Bartlett Marimon Chorus, Hobgoblins, Brigands, Tourists, Maidens, College Tourists. Accompaniment — Miss Ruth Maguire and High School Orchestra Director — Juva N. Higbee. Manager — Tom Morony Sixty-five The Orchestra consists of twelve pieces, and has produced some fine music. It has appeared before the high school on sev- eral occasions, and every selection was received with delight. Those in the Orchestra are : Charles Coyer — Violin. John Middaugh — Violin. Claude Bennett — Violin. Mary Louise Jessee — Violin. Helen Schleman — Violin. Hubert Miller — Violin. Joseph Boryzko — Violin. Frank Horn — Trombone. Richard Fabing — Trombone. Russell Nixon — Clarinet. Thomas Morony — Saxaphone. Bernard Hershman — Drummer. Harry Albe — Saxaphone. Accompanist — Ruth Fredericks. Sixty-seven 3iicHgr� ight GIRLS’ (5 LEE CLUU 05 PERSONNEL GIRLS’ GLEE CLUE Seaon l Soprano Alberta Miner Mildred McCord Dorothy Dee Mildred Chaffee Edith Small Leone Williams Autumn Bartholomew Mary Louise Jessee Reva Dolson Thelma Passow Alto Alto Elizabeth Wyman Vera Cole Lael White Frances Kulp Kathryn Maxwell Athlene Clemons Accompanist — Kathleen Dee, Firsrt Soprano Evelyn Litz Marjorie Cole Anna Boryzko Hazel Butler Gretchen Marquart Mary Sanford Kathryn Fox Lucille Barnes Louella Tofte Swttyhmm J® Seventy BOYS’ GLEE CLUB r) 0 [ PERSONNEL BOYS’ GLEE CLUB Baritone LeRoy Stansell George Hauff Atwood Collier Harry Atwell Bruce Stansell Otis Sanford Thomas Marimon George Bennett Chester Kulp Bass Bartlett Marimon Clair Maxwell Alto Ernest Lembke Arthur Mains Steven Corboy Tenor Louis Krueger Harry Albe Lowell Dowdell Robert Winslow Seventy-one SENIOR PLAY Presented April 12 at Memorial Opera House Directed by Miss Beulah Bondy. Cast of Characters James Stone - Mark Loring William, a servant Lynnet Casbon Dora, a servant Delilah Ridenbaugh Eva, Stone’s Daughter Lois Seymour Beatrice, Stone’s Young Wife Mildred Chaffee Tom Blane, Stone’s Nephew Bernard Hershman Daniel Webster White, a Colored Gentleman Harold Pomeroy Neil Browning, Eva’s suitor Chas. Foster, Jr. Gustave Puders, a Composer Robert Winslow Julius Button Chester Kulp Lillian Tussel Louella Tofte Antonette, Lillian’s Maid Harriet Newland John Davis, a Suburban Banker Geo. Bennett Katherine, His Wife Gretchen Specht Augusta, Their Daughter Ruth Parks Mrs. Miller Katherine McWhinney Samuel Hicks .. Blaine Maudlin THE SENIOR PLAY JCH enthusiasm has rarely been seen in Valparaiso as was exhibited on the night of April 11th, at Me- morial Opera House, when the Seniors gave their annual play. “Business Is Business,” the play, was a comedy of the most jovial kind, and the large audience, which taxed the capacity of the auditorium to its very doors, greeted the players and their clever witticisms with bursts of laughter and deafen- ing applause. The cast included seventeen of the young people of the senior class. It would be most difficult to say who starred, as honors were so evenly divided, and each member performed his part with excellence and in touches with amazing skill. Robert Winslow, as Gustave Puders, an eccentric composer, was one of the comedy “hits” of the show. He gave an unerring char- acterization of a rather difficult part, with extremely good com- edy sense, and brought the house down time after time. Ber- nard Hershman, as Tom, the young hero of the play, gave a dis- tinctive and likable personality to his character. Blaine Maud- lin gave an impersonation as true to life as anyone could de- sire. Mr. and Mrs. Davis and daughter, Augusta, played by George Bennett, Gretchen Specht and Ruth Parks, were all splendid. Mr. Davis, a suburban banker, not a real villain, just a little dazzled by the city, was excellent. Mrs. Davis was true to life and her insistent nagging at her hen-pecked husband was heartily enjoyed by the audience. Ruth Parks, as well as Louella Tofte, the vampire actress, Harriet Newland, Delilah Riden- baugh and Lois Seymour, were all so pretty and altogether charming that that in itself would have satisfied the most exact- ing observer. Mark Loring, as James Stone, the jealous hus- band, did a splendid piece of work, making his character true and consistent. He was ably supported by Mildred Chaffee, who as Mrs. Stone, made a winsome and lovable wife. Special mention must be made of Harold Pomeroy, as Daniel Webster White, a colored gentlemen of culture, who in an altogether satisfying manner played the character role of the play. He kept up the comedy from the moment he appeared until he left the stage, and it was hard to believe he was an ama- teur. Charles Foster, as Neil Browning, the innocent cause of all the trouble, played his part with ease and accuracy. Chester Kulp, the young man fleeing from his creditors, developed splendid speed and adroitness. Kathryn McWhinney, as the sad widow, was emphatic and convincing. Lynnet Casbon, as the butler, played his part well. Without doubt, the play was by far the most successful and finished throughout that has been given by a graduating class for many years. Miss Evelyn Litz gave a delightful solo dance between acts. She is a promising young dancer, and received hearty applause. Miss Bondy directed the play. Furniture and costumes for the play were furnished by Lowenstine Sons and Specht-Finney Company. — Contributed by an Out-of-Town Observer. Seventy-three CALENDAR FOR CLASS OF 1919 SEPTEMBER Sept. 2. — Everybody crazy to be back? Just enough boys to keep this school from being a girls’ seminary. Dr. Gelston at chapel. Sept. 3. — Freshies look like a regular “Infantry.” Dot Dodge receives her first calling. “The first hundred years are always the hardest.” Sept. 4. — Everybody taking French. “Oh, Frenchy”! Sept. 5. — George Bennett and Chester Kulp arrive after adding a few days to their vacation. Boys are always welcome. Sept. 6. — Miss McIntyre has her old job back, walking up and down the aisles during study periods to wake ’em up. Sept. 9. — Oh. girls! Who’s the new fellow? (A Rumor) He’s from Wheeler. Sept. 10. — Kate Me. goes up in front third period. Everybody roars! (Something green in rear.) Sept. 12. — Oh, Boy! Smile now; we didn’t have to sing “Just a Song at Twilight.” “So pack up your troubles in your kit bag and Smile! Smile! Smile!” We’re strong for you, Miss Higbee. Sept. 13. — Friday, 13th! Third period Teapot observes shoeless day and hobbles up to waste basket for lost shoe. How did it get there? Sept. 16. — Miss Welty threatens to change a few Seniors in the back seats. Gretchen Smith and Lillian Gruenert, that means you. Sept. 17. — Notice on front board — “SAVE PAPER” What next? Sept. 18. — Quotations for morning exercises. Harry Albe gets a crush on Gwenola Barnes. First Senior meeting. LV Sept. 20. — We are just shaking with patriotism observing “heatless days” at the commercial building. Seventy-four Sept. 24. — Rev. Denton at chapel. Kate Me. and Tommy P. receive “noisy letters” from the Forging Co. Sept. 25. — Mary Pickford is wearing her hair down in curls again. Poor Bill!! Sept. 26. — Ellen Arvin at noon, “Oh, Louis, I got a letter from Bob.” Sept. 27. — Prof. Jessee threatens to break up the Specht-Finney Co. Football game tonight! Sept. 29. — Kate is dated up on the back. Sept. 30. — Freshies and Juniors win from Sophomores and Seniors. Ev- erybody all banged up. OCTOBER Oct. 1. — First staff meeting. Oct. 2. — Rev. Newsom gives an interesting talk on his camp life. Bob receives his long-looked-for GOLD MEDAL for writing an es- say when a freshie. Oct. 3. — A rumor — No basketball this winter on account of the gym. “D n the Kaiser.” Oct. 4. — Mr. Jessee has a new idea about “coming in and going out”! Re- member the doors! Oct. 7. — School dismissed on account of the “flu.” Are we glad? Everybody for the woods. Oct. 8. — Charles and Windy take some wild (?) pictures for the Annual at the weenie roast given in honor of Lt. Card, at Lake Michigan. Who said there was a ban on fresh air ? ? ? Oct. 10. — The “flu” certainly disappears suddenly. Everybody glad to come back? Oct. 11. — Flu is spreading. School dismissed again. Harry Albe leaves to join the Aviation Service. NOVEMBER Nov. 11. — Peace! School again! Smallpox and flu gone. School dismissed this P. M. for the peace celebration. “Ain’t it a grand and glorious feeling?” Nov. 12. — Mrs. Walsh leaves the dismal schoolroom for better surroundings. Miss Welty and the assembly blackboard meet with a crash. Nov. 13. — Ellen Arvin: “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Mr. Jessee: “That depends on the other fellow.” Kate as usual gets the drift about 15 minutes late, “Haw, Haw, Haw”, and we all get to laugh twice. Nov. 14. — Gret. Specht receives a letter from Cleveland. P. S. “Isle of View.” New girl; blonde. Peanuts becomes interested. Nov. 15. — Mr. Jessee: “Those Senior girls in the back should be models for the under-classmen.” Senior fight for pins and rings. Seventy-five Nov. 19.— Rev. Baev at chapel on “Trust In the Mighty God.” Lou Ella Tofte sounds like a regiment coming in this A. M. Why all the rush, Tofte ? Nov. 22. — Olive spends a whole period trying to decide between “Charles and Peter.” Nov. 23. — Miss Ashton has a sudden liking for Prof. Jessee. Everybody notices it. Kathleen Dee gives Earle McMillan love-pats with her ruler all dur- ing French period. Nov. 25. — All those not vaccinated please leave. Evidently everyone has been. Charles F. and Blaine are requested to leave. Nov. 26. — Rev. Williams at chapel gives an interesting talk on “Christ Feeding the Five Thousand.” DECEMBER Dec. 2. — Claude Bennett thinks it pretty nervy of Mr. Jessee to interrupt him while he was reading a note from Dot. Dec. 3. — Prof. Jessee gives the assembly one grand lecture on school spirit. Dec. 5. — We get basketball after all. Team organizes today. Dec. 6. — Fannie Stevens now has eyebrows. Dec. 7. — Gwenola Barnes as usual spends the fifth period fixing her hair. Wonder who sits by her the sixth period? Dec. 10. — Miss Welty makes so much confusion by hitting the bell that the whole French class rushes in. Dec. 11. — Chemistry II. visits the gas plant. Gene Pauley: “Daddy, why did you want me to come down here?” We all agree with Gene. Dec. 12. — First basketball game, Valparaiso vs. Wanatah. We win 30 — 13. Hulda Ruge celebrates, by giving the old, but still popular dance, the “Hula Hula.” Dec. 16. — 33 — 19 in favor of Valpo. I guess that will hold South Bend awhile. Art Mains has a black eye for someone next time. December 18 Dec. 18. — Steve Corboy tries to slide down the platform steps but loses his balance. Quotations this A. M. Byron Loomis gets tongue tied on “her’n in his’n and his’n in her’n.” Dec. 19. — Athletic Association meeting. Everybody welcome. Come and join if you are not a member; we need the money. Dec. 20. — Sawyer is sick; and we play Emerson tonight!!! Dec. 20- Jan. 2.— VACATION! Dec. 27. — Alumni beat us. After which the Senior Class are “fluently” entertained at Gretchen Specht’s and enjoy the good time that only the holiday season allows. Dec. 31. — Juniors and Seniors hold a watch party at the school house. Have to hand it to the cooks — best eats. Welcome the New Year in with plenty of noise. Seventy-six mtm j JANUARY Jan. 2. — Everybody back! Several try to snatch a few minutes’ sleep. Mishawaka, Chicago and Purdue are represented in school today. Jan. 3. — About 10 below in the assembly this A. M. Blaine tries to warm his hands on Deliah’s face. Marjorie Cole tries to get out of her seat, but misses her footing and falls flat. Jan. 6. — Another victory! Argos the sufferer. Prof. Jessee gives French I one of his world-famous speeches on be- havior in class. You can hear the clock tick for the rest of the pe- riod. It must be great to be able to make such forceful talks. Jan. 8. — Teapot and Chuck Foster are caught “arguing” on the hall steps. Jan. 9. — Win 21 to 18 from Plymouth. Jan. 10. — Everything dead today until Gretchen started breaking taffy with her ruler and passing it around. Jan. 15. — Quotations again! Bart Marmion: “The course of true love never did run smooth.” Poor fellow! He must have had experience. Jan. lfi. — Mary Marquart and young Hippy are interrupted by Mr. Jessee. He surely was never young and foolish, or he would understand. Jan. 17. — George Bennett gets a crush on Phil Stinchfield. Jan. 20. — Several of the fair sex are wearing “friend” opposite sex’s shirt today. Carrie Mae has the colors on all right of Art Cloud’s purple, etc., shirt. .January 21 Jan. 21. — Mildred Boyer misses her seat and sits on the floor. Why can’t we have more people with such spirit? Jan. 22. — The boys receive a warning not to wear feminine clothing. Jan. 23. — Walked off with Bourbon in basketball. Jan. 24. — Regardless of scare, Bob and George wear slip-on sweaters; but Prof. Jessee interrupts Eng. 7 and orders Bob and George to leave until they are properly dressed. Jan. 25. — Exams! — X — Blank?? After Physics exam Kate, drinking at the fountain, hears what sounds like Windy’s gentle voice, “Shut that door!” Seventy-seven Jan. 26. — Oratorical. Huge success for Seniors. Everybody getting regular ponies and carts for exams Monday. Jan. 29.— Yes, we have a pencil sharpener, but nevertheless Babe Horn has to sweep pencil shavings from around his seat. Jan. 30.— Prepare for a shock! It was actually proven today that Prof. Jessee was chewing gum. Can’t be, can it?? Jan. 31. — Last day of the term. Same old resolutions — “I’ll do better next term.” FEBRUARY Feb. 3. — Everybody makes all his credits as usual? Ruth Hershman, first new freshie to brave the assembly and go up on the platform. Nerve!! A new little boy, Johnnie Hardin, is brought to school by his daddy. Feb. 5. — Dr. Wishart gives a splendid talk on the war. Feb. 6. — Gretchen Specht and Peanuts are found sitting together by Miss Hamblin. They adjourn to the hall with Miss Hamblin after them. Feb. 7. — Something new and different today — Mildred Chaffee didn’t study the last period . Feb. 10. — Prof. Boucher speaks in chapel. Bill Blaze goes up after paper six times the first period, actual count by Teapot; while Mildred Chaffee, a senior, still has a weak feeling when she crosses the assembly. Feb. 11. — Quotations from Lincoln this A. M. Did someone say Wanatah beat us? What next? Feb. 12.— Bashful little Harry gets a crush on Tommy. Feb. 14. — Valentine Day, but you wouldn’t have known it only Charies got a crush on Athlene. Feb. 17. — What next!!! Hank Xewland came out of her shell today and has more pep than the whole high school put together. There’s a reason. Feb. 18. — During Father Mungovan’s lecture in chapel this morning, Harry Albe gets so excited over the defeat of a German, he starts clapping and cheering. Feb. 19. — Florence GriSn tries to sleep on two chairs during bookkeepiing- Feh. H — Horrors!! Mr. Jessee rings the wrong beO!! “Lest we forget-” Feh. 21. — Mr. Waiter Bnusfieid gives a very interesting and amusing talk on farm life as a vocation. Feh. 24. — Juicy Burke gets generous and gives Pinky a beetle of ink and a composition book to write this calendar in. Feh. 27. — Grand warm day!! “In Spring a young man’s fancy — you know the rest; anyway. Mary Martjuart and Lowell Dowdell were seen this noon taking a stroIL Feh. 28. — Louis Fenton and Art Cloud skip ciass and try to skate in the school yard. MARCH March 4. — Another rumor! Pearl Mudge is to marry a soldier! March a. — Sh-s-s — What did George see at the cflaas play rehearsal? 4 Gretchen Specht and Chuck F.� March (L. — Free! Game with Wanatah — hat where was Wanatah? You can ' t get anything for nothing. March 7. — Tournament at Gary. The and a bunch leave. Good - ark! Found — A stray cat in assembly 2nd hour. Mary Kdkfford awfMy pocks up the cat and walks out. March 8. — East Chicago is our Waaerftto at the tourney. Butt there are al- ways a Dot off reasons. March 18l — Phil now has the beat seat in the assembty. Is pays tto be good sometimes. March IL — Miss Mdlmttyre canohes Budge Him poling, a note to Tom. nu dg e traurrm- red tto she ears. March 12. — Poor Reva receives three callings in one period. March 13. — Several of the boys go down to the State Tourney. Lucky! March 17. — Dorothy Todd and Mildred Jordan didn’t forget St. Patrick’s Day. March 18. — Mr. Jessee exercises a little of his surplus energy by sweeping off the platform — also dusting the railing. Oh — to have such a hus- band! March 19. — John Fabing spends all first period day dreaming. (She is coming Saturday.) Seniors busy selling tickets for the benefit show tomorrow night. March 20. — George Bennet walks into assembly with small gunny sack of money from the benefit. March 21. — “Pilly” Thurman gets angry at Lois S. and talks out loud in assembly. Seniors cleared about $75. Success 7 ? March 24. — The days of real sport. Harold P. and big Hippy catch a joy ride to the commercial building, 3rd hour, on the back of a dray. Seniors hold meeting to decide on caps and gowns. March 26. — After class play rehearsal it takes Peanuts 45 minutes to tell Kate good-night; actual count by Bob, Hank, George and Pinky. “Issie’s” shoes squeak considerably when he goes after paper for the nth time last hour. March 27. — “Second Childhood.” Miss Benney brings a pair of roller skates to school. March 28. — Mugzie Szold and A1 Cloud visit school. Mary Margaret K. gets cold in French and adjourns to the hall for her gloves. APRIL April 1. — April fool! The bells are stuffed as usual. George and Harold try to plant onions during Bookkeeping. Windy sends three underclassmen in to Miss Benney for April Fool! April 2. — Onions are still in sufficient quantity to give the air a delicate odor. April 4. — “Prof. Pauley is giving a party for the seniors tonight.” So w all together, three “rahs”’ for “Pauley. April 7 . — It was a regular party. Miss Meadows has a gentleman caller during Bookkeeping — but. alas! he only came on business. April 8. — Prof. Pauley takes Physics class down to see the interior of the Telephone Exchange; when they leave not a boy is missing!! April 9. — Evelyn Litz and Miss Hamblin have quite a discussion in class. April 10. — Ivan Cole gets the bells twisted for dismissal of classes. April 11. — The cast for the senior play take it upon themselves to be ab- sent Friday. April 14. — A new boy! Hurray! What class is he in? April 15. — Miss Hamblin entertains a bunch in her room from 8:40 to 9:00 A. M. by reading “Keeping Up With Lizzie.” April 16. — Carrol Sievers falls into the waste basket. Does he blush ? April 17. — Pete Le Pell gets a front seat. April 18. — Babe Horn and Tom Morony break a perfectly good seat in English IV scuffling over a “bottle in Babe ' s pocket. April 21. — What next! The Seniors are required to take intelligence ex- ams! Junior-Senior Prom. MAY May 15-16.— EXAMS! For once “Ignorance is not Bliss. May 18. — Baccalaureate sermon. May 22. — Commencement. May 24. — Reception. May 26. — Junior-Senior picnic. — Ruth Park . Seventy-nine Eighty Scott Sawyer SlEVERS Stansell B F P T B F p T B F p T B F P T 2 0 3 0 0 0 2 0 X X X X X X X X 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 X X X X X X X X 1 1 1 0 X X X X 1 0 0 0 X X X X 0 0 2 0 X X X X X X X X 4 0 0 0 2 0 1 1 X X X X X X X X 5 0 1 0 0 0 2 0 0 0 0 0 X X X X X X X X 2 0 1 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 3 1 0 0 2 0 0 0 0 0 3 0 0 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 0 1 0 4 1 0 0 2 0 0 0 0 o X X X X 2 0 2 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 X X X X 1 0 3 2 0 0 2 1 X X X X X X X X 1 0 2 1 0 0 0 0 X X X X X X X X 5 0 3 0 0 0 2 0 X X X X X X X X 4 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 X X X X 1 0 0 0 1 0 2 0 0 0 0 0 X X X X X X X X 2 0 3 0 0 0 2 0 X X X X X X X X 2 0 3 0 0 0 1 1 X X X X X X X X 27 1 36 8 1 0 15 2 2 0 0 0 15 0 1 0 P — Personals X — Games Not Played T — Technicals BASKETBALL SCHEDULE At Valparaiso 30 Wanatah 13 Valparaiso Valparaiso 32 South Bend 9 South Bend Valparaiso 16 Emerson 20 Valparaiso Valparaiso 39 Argus 20 Valparaiso Valparaiso 21 Plymouth 18 Plymouth Valparaiso 57 Froebel 9 Valparaiso Valparaiso 32 Froebel 13 Gary Valparaiso 30 Bourbon 7 Valparaiso Valparaiso 16 Emerson 32 Gary Valparaiso 33 Michigan City 5 Michigan City Valparaiso 35 Plymouth 18 Valparaiso Valparaiso 23 Wanatah 25 Wanatah Valparaiso 30 Bourbon 17 Bourbon Valparaiso 49 Michigan City 14 Valparaiso Valparaiso 37 Crown Point 8 Valparaiso Valparaiso 26 Morocco 4 Gary Valparaiso 11 East Chicago 15 Gary Valparaiso 517 Opponents 247 Eighty-nine TOURNAMENT EARLY everybody expected the sectional tournament to be held here, but for some unknown reason the State Board gave it to Gary. The games were played on the Y. M. C. A. floor, which is very small and unfit for a tournament. By a ruling of the State Board the halves were only fifteen minutes long. Our first game was with Morocco at 4 o’clock on Friday afternoon. We happened to eat at the same table with the Mo- rocco team Friday noon, and from the looks of them we ex- pected a hard game. The game started out fast, and Valpo made the first basket after two minutes of playing. Morocco had good team work, but was unable to get by our “Stonewall Guards.” The half ended 21 — 0, the goose egg belonging to Morocco. The next half was very slow; the fellows knew that we could not lose with a lead of twenty-one points, so they took it easy. In the last half Morocco located the basket twice. The final score was 26 — 4. Our next game was with East Chicago, at 10 o’clock Sat- urday morning. East Chicago had a weak team in the early part of the season, but ended up with a very strong one. The first half was very rough. East Chicago, as usual, played the same dirty game that she has a reputation for. At the end of the first half we were on the long end of the score, 7 — 5. The sec- ond half was fast ; our passing was good ; but we could not make the baskets. We had the ball over half the time and shot three times to East Chicago’s once at the basket. The final score was 15 — 11 in favor of East Chicago. The finals were played between East Chicago and Emer- son. The game was very interesting; the score was tied until the last five minutes ; and then “Beany” found his horseshoe and dropped in six long baskets. Emerson won 30 — 15. SECOND TEAM TOURNAMENT HIS year was the first time in Valparaiso’s basketball career that she has entered a second team tourna- ment. The team had only one week’s practice, and naturally was not as strong as if the players had had longer practice, or the school had provided for a reg- ular second team at the beginning of the year. The players who comprised the second team were: Car- roll Sievers, captain, Otis Sanford, Newell Campbell, Charles Coyer, Lowell Dowdell, John Fabing, and LeRoy Stansell. This team was scheduled to play Emerson at seven o’clock, and was defeated by a close score of 16 — 14. The other winners of the preliminaries were East Chicago and Whiting. Because of the small number of teams entering the tournament, it was agreed that one of the three losers should remain in the tourney. Coach Kegg drew the lucky number, and this gave us another chance to win the tournament. Emerson met and defeated East Chicago at two o’clock Saturday afternoon. At three o’clock Whiting defeated us, not because of better players, but because their second team had played together throughout the season. They were also used to their small gym, with its low ceiling, which handicapped our team very much. In the final game Whiting won the tournament by defeating Emerson 23 — 15. The second team certainly got some good experience, and the only suggestion that the team has to make is, that the High Ninety School start a second team at the beginning of the season if they intend to enter the tournament. The first team wishes to take this opportunity to thank the members of the second team and all who practiced against them this season. BASKET BALL NOTES HE FIRST game of the season w ' as with Wanatah. They were ahead at the end of the first half, 9-4 ; but we fooled them in the second half and won 30-13. Friday, the 13th, proved to be lucky for Valpo. We beat South Bend on her own floor 32-9, the first time we had ever done it. You should have seen “Hippy” flirt with a girl from Kan- sas while we were going to South Bend. As to whether or not she was good looking, ask him. Because of the game he played, it looked as if she might have been an inspiration— ask him; he will tell you all about it. While we were dressing for the Plymouth game at Ply- mouth, one of their players asked us, “Will this be your first defeat this year?” We slipped one over them by winning 21-18. All players had some souvenir of the game. Everybody studied on the Plymouth trip (??!!). Stansell received at Bourbon a fitting nickname, “Valpo’s Baby.” Everybody on the team was anxious for the Michigan City game at Michigan City. Why? Ask “Hippy” who Anna Bell is? Sawyer turned all colors when he shot his one and only basket of the season in the Bourbon game. A great discovery was made in the basket ball world when Collier was unearthed (?). This question remains unanswered, “Why do they call Hippy ‘Fannie’?” At the tournament LeRoy was taken for our mascot. The Gary Y. M. C. A. man was right in saying that Gary was the only team that knew how to play on the “Y” floor. At the tournament Mr. Pauley got so excited that he al- most burst the buttons off his vest. At Plymouth the players did not hear the final whistle; but they knew the game was over, for they saw Mr. Jessee s bald head come out of the crowd, and he lit in the middle of the floor with a smile from ear to ear. Werner and Scotty had a long walk after the Froebel game at Gary. Two days before the Alumni game Carrol cut his arm and could not play. He must have been afraid to play against his brother. John Albe played a good game at “standing” guard when he practiced. Scotty was late in getting to the gym a few times. It wasn’t his fault that the car from Flint Lake was late. Although Mr. Boucher held no official position with the team, he was our most loyal rooter. He is a true sport in every sense of the word. Prof. Neet, of the University, was one of the best rooters and supporters of the team. Ninety-one fl S]0 ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION President Mark Loring Manager H. M. Jessee Vice-President Harold Pomeroy Chairman Finance Committee.... Sec’y and Treas Arthur Cloud Bernard Hershman URING any school year, in the midst of the most meagre activities, some group of persons will take the initiative and do something to further school spirit. This year much credit must be given to the Athletic Association of the Valparaiso High School. This organization became a reality December 9, 1918, when Mark Loring was elected president ; Harold Pomeroy, vice-presi- dent; and Arthur Cloud, secretary-treasurer. The president im- mediately appointed a membership committee consisting of Robert Winslow, Tom Moroney, Lois Seymour, and Fannie Stevens, who lost no time in securing the majority of the High School students as members of the association. Thus the first great drive was launched; and the association has continued to advance since then, overcoming every obstacle and achieving complete success. In order that no details should be omitted, the following committees were appointed: Finance, Rules and Regulations, Auditing, and Yells. The association was very young when the Rules and Regu- lations Committee issued this proclamation : “The use of to- bacco in any form in the building is prohibited; and every member of the association is a committee of one to enforce this rule.” It is needless to say that this proclamation met with universal favor. Good reports came in from the committees on yells and membership, and the finance committee decided to is- sue season tickets for the basket ball games. This last men- tioned committee was also given the power to collect the basket ball suits after the tournament in order that they might be ready for next year’s team. They are also to issue a sweater of standard quality, bearing the high school “V”, to every player on the first team when he is graduated. The association reached the heighth of its activity when it consented to take charge of the University athletics and finance its visiting teams. After that Valparaiso High School and Val- paraiso University booked many games with outside teams, and made an interesting athletic season for Valparaiso fans. In these games “V. H. S.” played no little part, for through per- sistent practice and clean playing our boys won many victories, and their fame was spread throughout the state; particularly did their good sportsmanship manifest itself at the sectional tournament at Gary. The end of the basket ball season brought the completion of the greater part of the association’s work, which can be heartily applauded by all who came in contact with its labors. Finance: Bernard Hershman, Helen Schleman, Myron Peck, and Mr. Pauley faculty supervisor. Rules and Regulations: Lowell Dowdell, Carroll Sievers, Walter Hilt- pold, and Mr. Kegg faculty supervisor. Auditing: Ruth Parks, Ruth Blachly, and Clair Maxwell. Yells: George Bennett, Olive Dolson, Athlene Clemons, and Miss Ash- ton faculty supervisor. — Lillian Gruenert. Ninety-two Ninety-three ilnkpa These jokes — They’re pretty dry, we must admit, But if you sneeze and tickle your lip, It may be you can crack a smile; And then to the editors, life is worth while. Hulda (at a game) : Why do they call that a foul? I don’t see any feathers. Tom (on spur of the moment) : I guess it is a picked five. Windy: What tense do I use when I say, “I am beautiful”? Peanuts : Remote past. If you get an F in Math, Read our Jokes. If you want a hearty laugh, Read our Jokes. If you fail to make the team, If you’re snubbed by the new “Dream”, If you’re a freshmen ’cause you’re green, Read our Jokes. Mrs. Walsh, in bookkeeping: Journalize the following: Lost by theft merchandise valued at $50. H. Albe: Debit Robbers, they come into the business; credit mdse., it goes out of the business. Mr. Pauley: Is R. Parks absent? Teapot: No, she isn’t here. Chem. II. Mi-. Pauley: Tomor- row in lab. we will burn sulphur; there will not be enough burnt to hurt anybody, but a small quantity will kill microbes. Geo. B. : Better keep some of the freshmen out of the basement, then. Miss Benney: Why did Macbeth dislike his wife at the end? Fannie (better known as Hip- py) : Because she walked in her sleep. Miss Welty: Edward, why aren ' t you grading your paper with pen- cil? Ed. Billings: I have lost my pencil. Miss Welty: Your pencil is on your ear. Rossman and a few others, among them H. M. J., that had not been initiated into the Secret Order of Hobunks, were trying to find a back stairs at Geo. Bennett’s. Sawyer (groping over bed): “Claud, Claud, where is the back stairs?” A woman’s gentle, but stern, voice: “Sir, you are in the wrong room.” Miss Hamblin: What is the con- jugation of iubeo? William B.: Active. H. S. SUBJECTS Before starting to a banquet given by P. H. Ysics, at which many renowned men were present, among them C. Ivies, the uncle of the host, General Science rode up on his Latin Pony and Hist, at Alge Bra, who was French-En- glish. “Go quick, tell Geo. Metry to feed the recently wild but now Domestic Art and Science favorites of Comm. Arithmetic,” an old sol- dier with one Short Hand, an ex- cellent typist, most likely, because his mother’s maiden name was Un- derwood. Freshman strolling down the street singing, “Won’t You Kiss Me?” An arrogant Junior alone: Yes, if you will take me home. He took her home. Dot D.: You shouldn’t talk so much just because Miss F. is in hei-e. Soup: Well, she said if I made any more noise the next time she was in here that she would come and sit with me. Mr. Pauley (Gen. S.) : Now one of you farmer boys can recite on this. All right, Athlene. TOO DEEP I wrote a poem entitled, “Today.” My teacher, she made short shift of it; She gave it back, remarking that She couldn’t catch the drift of it. Ninety- four Fat D. : Have you a Roman nose? G. Specht: No, but I have a run- ning one. The coming B. B. star of the V. H. S. (Atwood C.) : Mr. Kegg, do you arch the ball or your arms? Miss Benney: The Sinn Fines have set up a government and said that they would ignore En- gland, while at the same time En- gland has said that she would ig- nore them, so you see it is a case of — Chester K.: Ignorance. Earl Me.: Jess, there is a pack- age at the express office for you, marked hymn books. They want you to get it, because they are leaking. CAN YOU IMAGINE Miss McIntyre as stern as she looks to be? Seigfred Becker with Babe Horn’s height? Steve Corboy with Paul Bar- tholomew’s walk? Mary Arden with her hair nat- ural once more? The Williams’ girls the same size? Teapot studying diligently? Ronald Stoner not being heard on Wednesday morning? Hank Newland with Bib Mc- Cord’s hair? Kate McWhinney ever laughing at the right time? Harold Pomeroy with Bart Mar- imon’s voice? Mr. Pauley: What is hydrogen? Jess W.: I’ll bite! What is it? CULLED FROM RECENT EX- AMINATION PAPERS Climate is caused by the emotion of the earth around the sun. Geometry teaches us how to bi- bisect angels. The purpose of the skeleton: something to hitch meat to. The skeleton is what’s left after the insides have been taken out and the outsides have been taken off. A circle is a round straight line with a hole in the middle. George Washington married Martha Curtis, and in due time became the father of his country. Geo lgia was founded by people who had been executed. A mountain pass is a pass given by the railroads to its employes so that they can spend their vaca- tions in the mountains. A mountain range is a large cook stove. The qualification of a voter at a school meeting is that he must be the father of a child for eight weeks. Gravitation is that if there were none we should fly away. A test for carbondixoide : Put an animal in a room and if he dies there isn’t any carbondioxide in the air. The Allies had a little lamb, It strayed away one day, It wandered over to Kaiser Bill’s, And coaxed his goat away. — o Ernest L. (at Freshmen meet- ing) : “How much can the eats committee spend?” Ed.: “He looks as if he was starved.” Claud Bennett (after Mr. Jessee had said that his case would be settled after school) : “What do I care, he can’t lick me.” Soup C. : “What do you want for Christmas, Lois — a doll?” Lois P. : “No, I want a teddy bear.” — o — Physocology by Teapot: “A wo- man never knows what she wants until some other woman gets him.” CAMOUFLAGE Little grains of powder, Little daubs of paint, Make a girl at forty Look like what she ain’t. Ninety-five Teapot is a patriotic girl. She dyed her hair “Victory Red”, her eyes are “Victory Blue”; but she is always “a Russian” around. Miss Barth, (in Domestic S.) : What is a caloremeter? Pillie Thurman: It is a yard stick to measure food. G. Smith (at the tourney) : Where is my glove? (After get- ting several people on the hunt) : Why, here it is on my hand! Wanted — For the Joke Dept. Jokes on tissue paper, so they can be seen through. Ed Billings: Look, Isadore, I weight three pounds more than you do. Isadore: Aw, you’re cheating! You’ve got your hands in your pockets. Mr. Pauley (in Gen. S.) : “What is a vacuum?” Freshie (pretending deep thought) : “I have it in my head, but I can’t express it.” Miss Benny: “Mark, what al- ways quickens men’s minds?” Mark L.: “Women.” Miss B.: “No, Mark — war.” Mark L.: “Well, I wasn’t far off.” Miss Ash. (to H. Green) : Helen, are you on the negative side or positive? Helen: Oh no, I’m positive. Said A 2 B : I C U R inclined 2 B A J. Said B 2 A : U’R mind, I C, shows signs of slight D K. IF If the janitor wanted the grass cut, would Ruth “Moe” it? If Lois wore glasses, do you think she could “Sey rnour”? If he was a chicken would Myron “Peck”? If Mich. City was put off the map, do you think Charles would “Foster” the idea? If Mary Arden worked in a bak- ery, would she be a “Crum pack- CLASS STONES F reshmen — Emerald. Soph. — Blarney stone. Junior — Grindstone. Senior — Tombstone. Miss Barth.: How can you tell when a chicken is old? Eva Keen: You can tell by their face — they’ve wrinkles. Miss Hamblen (in Hist.) : What kind of sheep produces the best wool ? Chas. Scott: A Jersey. First Girl: They say that Geo. B. is a regular lady killer. Second Girl : No wonder, he talks them to death. Mr. Pauley (Gen. S.): Ernest, how much water do you use when you take a bath? Ernest E.: Oh, about two bar- rels. Did you ever notice that Otis Sanford casts no shadow? Fresh (just entering High) : Say, what’s the faculty? A Senior: Well, sonny, they’re just a bunch of men and women hired to help the Seniors run the school. Why is Valpo such a learned place? Because Freshmen bring in a little knowledge with them, and Seniors never take any away; hence it accumulates. Miss Ashton: Fools often ask questions that wise men cannot an- swer. Earl Me.: I guess that is why I flunked in French. Miss Welty (translating Latin) : Boy, where is thy horse? Geo. H. (waking up) : It’s un- der my chair. I wasn’t using it. Mr. Pauley: Mary Arden, can you tell how iron is found? Mary A.: I heard my father say they smelt it. Ninety-six ANALYSIS TRISTIS FABULA When you procure some H S, And other stuff as bad or less, And mix a frightful mess, That’s Preparation. And when you take the tube of stuff, And pour it through some paper rough, And half of it goes down your cuff, That’s Filtei-ation. And when you dump some acid in, And shake it up, and boil it thin, And stir it for awhile like sin, That’s Separation. But when you’ve worked both hard and long, Make your report with courage strong, And Mr. Pauley says, “All wrong”, That’s Heck and Thunderation. (At the Senior’s refreshment stand at the Gym) : Steve: Say, George, there isn’t any Hamburger in this sandwich. Geo. B.: Oh, yes there is; you haven’t come to the Hamburger yet. Steve (after eating on) : There isn’t any meat yet. Geo.: Oh! I guess you must have bit over it! Bruce Bornholt (after it had been discussed that 100 of the men chew tobacco) : Well 100 % of the women chew. Miss H.: I should hope so; they would have indigestion if they didn’t. IN ENGLISH 8 Miss Benney (discussing the word “lovely”) : “Lovely” means exciting and full of affection and love. Teapot: Can you say, “I had a lovely time?” Miss B.: If you do, I’d never tell. Geo. B.: Oh well! John’s here now. In discussing whether books “lay” or “lie” on the table: — Teapot: Why, books “lay”, don’t they? Mildred C.: No; but books often “lie”. If a hen layed an egg would Joe Crowe (crow) ? If it was going to storm, would Art “Cloud”? Puer ex oppido lens ad school, Vidit in agro Infestum mule. Ille adpropinquat O magnum sorrow! Puer, ad caelum Funus, tomorrow. Moral: Qui vidit rem Siba non known, Est bene ipsi Id relinqui alone. Mr. Pauley: Now, Charles, if you would stop your gabbing and get some of this Physics into your head, you would have it in a nut- shell. Pink: Where was Bob last night? Kate: Out on a date. Pink: Have a good time? Kate: Yep. Pink : Howdeknow ? Kate: Broke his fountain pen. Windy: What does your watch say? Miss Jack: It tells time. An alumnus (looking over the average freshmen) : They’re get- ting weaker and wiser each year. Chem. I. — Mr. Pauley: On page 305. Bob W. : Did you say 305? Mr. Pauley: Yes, stand and sing. M. McCord: Can you play “Af- ter You’re Gone”? Hulda: No, but I can play “While Your Away”! Ninety-seven Miss Barth, (in Domestic S.) : Last year at the food show I saw a chicken which was kept in cold storage for twenty years. Ruth Mongomery: Alive? Werner H. : Do cigarettes hurt a fellow’s brain? Kegg: No; a fellow with brains doesn’t use them. — 0 — H. Albe (to C. Foster) : S-sh! Not a word to a soul! I’m a de-te- ctaive. See those heels? I ran ’em down. Geo. B. (to several of his young friends) : You ask me why I enter- tained last night and tonight? Well, you see, last night they were my classmates and tonight you are my friends. Miss Me. (in Civics) : Franklin, does a man have to have a certain amount of money to vote? Franklin R.: Yes. Miss Me.: How’s that? Franklin: He has to pay his poll tax. Sophomore, looking at the statue: What’s that? Freshie: Oh, that’s plaster of Paris. Soph.: That’s funny. I studied Classic Myths, but never heard of him. President of Senior Class: We have heard H. P.’s commotion on the motion. Is thei-e any further discussion ? Warren Dee (explaining the lines in Geom.) : This line is a straight line; this is a curved line, and this a clothes (closed) line. Mr. Pauley (to Athlene) : Sup- pose in this problem you weighed 100 lbs. Athlene: I weigh 120 lbs. Mr. Pauley: Oh, we aren’t sup- posed to use such big figures. Owing to the many nights that the editor and assistant have spent together on the Annual, we, the staff, hope it is satisfactory. Mr. Pauley (speaking about the manufacture of iron) : The molten iron is kneeded just as a woman needs (kneeds) dough. Tramp, tramp, tramp to help the Nation! Good cheer from Miami to Nome! We have CIVICS up in arms And you can’t resist its charms, For it helps protect your own be- loved home! Ninety-eight DEFINITIONS Webster has nothing on us when it comes to writing a dictionary. Snore — An unfavorable report from headquarters; a piece of sheet music. — o — Annual — (from indefinite arti- cle “an”, and comprehensive “you all”) — Hence an indefinite and in- comprehensive combination of ev- erything about everybody. — o — Bleachers — Tiers of joy and pain. — o — Cantata — Valpo’s memorable medley of melodiously modulated melifluousness melancholy mutlera- tions. Otherwise known as the operetta. — o — Caterpillar — An upholstered worm. — o — Composition — A mechanical mix- ture comprising two ounces of dry facts, moistened with mid-nite oil, and sprinkled with a dash of punctuation and ink blots. — o — Decomposition — It’s condition next day after teacher’s criticisms. Old spelling D-composition. — o — Dignity — (from English “dig,” to work hard, and “nit,” not). Hence one who does not work hard is said to have dignity, as a Senior or one of the; Faculty. Hug — Energy gone to waist. Idea — Something that occasion- ally dawns upon a Senior. Cause unknown. Literary — (From Danish “liter”, something to fill up unoccupied space; and the Latin “airy”). Hence an airy litter that fills up a student’s head. ( See Classic Myths.) Quituation — Opposite to gradu- ation. Shave — A close cut to beauty. Windy needs one. Translation — Reading between the lines. Vacation — That thin, juicy fill- ing in a thick, stale sandwich. X — An unknown quantity, used to refer to a mathematic student’s mind. Yawn — A leaving of the mouth ajar for a few moments for the purpose of ventilating the back teeth. — o — IN FRENCH Escort — A polite feminine term for protection and street car fare. Flunk — Beyond power of defini- tion or description. It can’t be done. Graduation — (from English “gradual”, slow, and “attain”, to get by effort). Therefore a slow attainment requiring great effort. Miss Ashton: “How do you pro- nounce the third word, Jesse?” Jesse Wright: “Grunt twice, then sneeze.” Miss B. (reading out loud): “How charming is divine philoso- phy!” Earl, how do you think this should be read? Earl M.: Something like that. — Harold Pomeroy. Ninety-nine mtunttra One hundred two □ [ mut?mra One hundred three Alumni One hundred four ALUMNI 0 [ EMORIES of yesterday are pleasant.” So we find our readers always interested in the fortunes of the former graduates of the High School; and each year we devote a portion of the Annual to facts of interest concerning the Alumni. In this Annual we will endeavor to locate only the members of the Class of 1918, and give the important changes occurring in the lives of the Alumni, graduated in previous years. The following members of the Class of 1918 are attending Valparaiso University: Vera Conover, Helen Herrick, Florence Knapp, Maurine McCord, Jennie Miner, Oliver Loomis, Litha Ballenger, Esther Clapper, Doris Campbell, Irene Thompson, Ruth Kelly, and Geneva Holman. The following are teaching school: Vera Cole, Elizabeth Noble, Gretchen Marquart, Wini- fred Seymour, Florence Atwell. Thomas Johnson is with the Naval Reserves at New York City. Jesse Pratt is night agent at the Pennsylvania Station. Arthur Gruenert and Robert Keeler are attending Purdue University; Cecil Davidson and Albert Cloud, Bloomington. Charlotte Daskam is teaching danc- ing. Estella Freeman is in the Telephone Exchange. Marian Osborne and Ruth MaGuire are taking post-graduate studies at the V. H. S. this term. Edward Sierks and Herman Schroeder work in Indiana Harbor; Arthur Stewart and Clifford Groome, in Gary. Edwin Szold is attending Chicago University; Doro- thy Thompson, Oberlin College, in Ohio. Mildred Wyman is employed in the office of Pitkin Brooks; Myrtle Claussen, in Palmer’s Salesroom. Margaret Altemiller is keeping books in Peru, Ind. ; Ruth Jessee, in Alamosa, Colo. William Sergeant works for Specht Finney; Luther Bloch, in Bloch’s Hotel. John Sievers is in the Rexall Drug Store; Marie Lisle in Bren- ner’s Drug Store. Mark Stoner is in Valparaiso, and Charles Dickover in Detroit, Michigan. The following marriages among the Alumni have taken place in the last year: Edith Jones (1914) to Edward Greiger, Corinne Blount (1909) to Lieut. Cook Selby, Rebecca Bartholo- mew (1909) to Lieut. Calvin East, Lily Shinabarger (1917) to Howard Jackson, Bernice Barnes (1913) to Glenn Ryan, Coral Ruth (1916) to John W. Larrew, Louise Sprencil (1913) to Frank Theoroux, Julia Arvin (1916) to Calvin Van Shaack, Owen Kenworthy (1914) to Estella Hoffman, Clarence Gardner (1916) to Myrtle E. Gehrke, Ruby Young (1914) to Philip Dorr, Ray Dean (1912) to Lily Baker, Marie Timmons (1913) to Garland Windle (1914), Hugh Blackney (1916) to Goldie Wright, Frank Clifford (1912) to Monabelle Foster, Geneva Pierce (1902) to Harry Schneider, Belle Kellogg (1884) to T. H. Shannon, Marguerite Lembke (1912) to H. R. Seaburg, Eda Lawrence (1910) to Albert W. Carter, Jewel Hembroff (1915) to T. J. Rummey, Helen McDonald (1915) to Harvey Martin, W. J. Morthland (1916) to Faye Dillingham, Vernon Philley (1899) to Mildred Archer, Mary Watt (1912) to Frank Law, Hazel Keeler (1913) to Lyman Church, Earl Wilson (1913) to Leona Robison, and Louis Stendall (1916) to Leilah Thingrim. During the past year one member of the Alumni has died, Mrs. Frank Senneff (Bertha Tofte) (1906). Three of the graduates of 1919 are children of former graduates of Valparaiso High School: Charles Foster, Jr., son of Charles Foster (1893) ; Ruth Parks, daughter of Bonnie Os- borne (1886) ; Robert Winslow, son of Frank Winslow (1889). One hundred five The following are extracts from letters of former gradu- ates giving some of their experiences in the past year: November 26, 1918. Dear Clara: Well, I understand that the censorship has been lifted from the mail, so I am at liberty to write whatever I please. That’s fine, isn’t it? Well, I am in Newport, England, at present. We arrived here last night and are now tied up at the docks waiting to load a cargo of coal. We just came from a small port in France, called Tonnay Charent; it is just a few miles up the river from Rochefort. We have been carrying coal over there for the U. S. Army. It is unloaded there and sent up to the front on cars. We have been carrying coal from Cardiff, Barry Roads, and Newport. Well, I’ll tell you just what my travels have been since I sailed from New York. We sailed from New York on the Louisville and went directly to Brest. The base where I was stationed was called the U. S. S. Carola. I stayed there about three weeks doing land duty about the base. The place where I was stationed was quite interesting, as it was an old chateau or fort, which was started by Julius Caesar; and the finishing touches were put on it by Napoleon. It has dungeons, underground passage ways, places where prisoners were tortured, cells with famous historical tales attached to them, etc. There also were places where they used to hurl huge rocks at the enemy. I believe they call them catapults. Then from Brest I was sent with a draft of men to Cardiff, Wales. We left Brest in box cars and traveled across France for three days by a roundabout route to Havre. Here we were taken to an English rest camp to recuperate a little after our hard and tiresome journey. Our rations for this trip consisted of hard tack and corned beef. We stayed at the British rest camp for about three days. It was quite an amusing place for me, too, as there were all types of soldiers there . Some of them were Canadians, Welshmen, Australians, Scotchmen in kilts, Americans, and even Portuguese; a great many had been on the front since the war started in 1914. We took a ship across the Channel and arrived in Southampton, and from there we went by rail across England to Cardiff, Wales. This time we rode in real passenger coaches and had a real enjoyable trip. After we arrived in Cardiff, we stayed there for about four days and then we took over the Lake Crescent and put her in commission, and, we have been sailing across the Channel from England to France ever since. I remember well the 11th of November. We were just outside the harbor of Penzance, when I sighted a signal from the signal station there. I looked it up in the code book, and found that an armistice had been signed. As we ' pulled into the harbor all the ship s which were lying there were decorated with flags, and we dressed our ship accordingly. Before the armistice was signed, we sailed with the ship darkened, no light of any kind; sometimes we would anchor at certain harbors along the coast of England and France, then steal out at 2 A. M. in the morning, generally before sunrise, just to keep the “subs” guessing. They used to call the type of ship I am on the “Suicide Fleet,” because we sailed in such a risky zone. Well, anyway, they never got us, and it is a dead cinch they won’t now, because the German subs are a thing of the past with Germany. My work on the ship is that of a quartermaster. That is, I steer the ship, send and receive signals, and stand lookout duty for lights. The crew consists of about sixty men, so we are just like one big family. The officers are all right, and the chow is fairly good but nothing to brag about. When I get out of this Navy, there are three things I do not want to see on the table, namely: canned corn beef, salmon and boiled potatoes, which is our chief diet; and I am sure sick of it. Thomas W. Crosby. 28 Stoughton Hall, Harvard University, Cambridge, Mass. Dear Miss Benney: I have thought of writing to you for a long time, but delayed until I should have something to tell about more interesting than S. A. T. C. (of accursed memory) or the flu, for as you probably know, I was afflicted with both of them at various times (separate times, I mean), and am just now recovering from their combined effects. I am settled here in old Stoughton, which you perhaps remember as one of the plain, antique looking dormitories at the north end of the yard, the one which is half of a pair of architectural twins, so to speak. It was erected in 1805, largely from the proceeds of a public lottery, authorized by the commonwealth, and was named for Lieut. Gov. Wm. Stoughton, who gave the funds for the original Stoughton Hall in 1700. The room One hundred six that I occupy was tenanted over a hundred years ago by Wm. Hickling Prescott, when he was a senior here. Wendell Phillips, some time later, inhabited the room across the hall, and Francis Parkman and Edward Everett lived in each of the two other rooms on this floor. Phillips Brooks lived in the room just over me, and Oliver Wendell Holmes across the hall from that, so you see I am in perfectly respectable surroundings, to say the least. (I shall refrain from observing that Julian Hawthorne once lived downstairs.) With all of wh ich Baderkerian comment I pass on. This term I have two new courses, both English. The first, which is really a Comp. Lit. Course, is called lyric poetry, and is conducted by Bliss Perry — who is beyond the power of my vocabulary to describe. I can only say that I never hope to have another teacher equal to him. The lectures so far have been devoted to some of the more fundamental aspects of poetry in relation to Aesthetics and the Fine Arts, and so of necessity have been somewhat abstruse. But his personality and magnetism are enough to make the dryest subject interesting; and, considering my weak- ness for the subject in question, you can see how I must enjoy the course. Are the Seniors putting out a “Valenian” this year? Frederic Arvin. Dear Ruth : I must tell you a little of my trip to Nice. I had a fourteen-day fur- lough, and thought I would like to see some of the beautiful scenery of France. On our way down I saw some wonderful country. We followed the Rhone river most of the way to the Mediterranean Sea, and then fol- lowed the coast to Nice. We passed the foothills of the Alps, and looking up one could see them covered with snow — it was a wonderful sight. I stayed at a hotel about fifty yards away from the sea. In front of the hotel was a cement walk about twenty-five feet wide and ten miles long, which follows the seashore, and thousands of people who are spending the winter at this beautiful resort put in their time promenading. This is a place for wealthy people to spend their money; I never saw such beauti- fully dressed women. They carry parasols and dogs, the parasols to keep off the hot sun, and the dogs as a fad. One day while out walking, whom do you think I met? Carrol Schneider; we sure were glad to see each other, and had much to talk about. There are many American officers here, and an American orchestra plays in the park across from the hotel every afternoon. Another day eleven officers and I went by auto to visit Monte Carlo. On the way, we passed large lemon and orange groves, and an olive grove hundreds of years old. Monte Carlo, you know, is that great gambling place, where people make fortunes and lose them in one night. The building is won- derful; and the grounds surrounding are beautiful, such magnificent palms and flowers. The orchestra that plays here gets three hundred dol- lars a day. I should have liked to stay forever; but it is only for the “idle rich,” and I was soon on my way back to Issoudun, where I found I was to be sent to a camp near Toul, to ferry airships across France and perhaps into Germany. While at Toul I met Glenn Heard, who has been stationed at this place some time. We expected to have some good times together, but I was soon sent with a large British bombing plane to Romarantium, a distance of three hundred miles. Our government is turning over all the foreign machines to their own governments. We fly them to this place, where they are boxed up and sent back home. After going about seventy-five miles, something went wrong; and the machine began to vibrate; but I had to fly about two miles to find a good landing place, as these machines are so heavy that they run a long way on the ground. These bombing planes are a pusher type, which means that the engine and propeller are behind the pilot seat and draw the air in from the front. I had to stay in the little village of Lerecourt, near the place I landed, until the mechanics repaired the damage, after which I proceeded on my journey. On the 19th of March we expected Gen. Pershing and the King and Queen of Belgium to visit our camp. We were all ready for them, and had two moving picture machines on the field, when we received word that they would not be out, as they would spend their time at the base hospital in Chaumant; we sure were disappointed. The next night I had a reserved seat at a show given in Chaumont for the King and Queen of Belgium. Gen. Pershing and his staff were there. I am having a wonder- ful experience, but will be glad when I can come home. Ralph Parks. — Florence Griffin. One hundred seven One hundred eight 6 3 6 5