Warrensburg Latham High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Warrensburg, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1922 volume:

CARDINAL 1922 VOL 1 Published by The Warrensburg Community High Schcol Warrensburg, Illinois DEDICATION TO ALBERT S. NICHOLS, who with tireless energy and unselfish interest has made this annual an unusual success, who, with unending devotion has co-operated to make our year a banner one, ice, the students of the Warrensburg Community High School affectionately dedicate this Cardinal. 3 BOAF.D OF EDUCATION H. R. CuLr G. A. Gilman J. E. Albkrt J. M. Eyman, Pres. David Faith MISS HELEN CARTER Normal English and Latin MR. A. S. NICHOLS Otterbein Math, and Science MR. G. W. IRELAND. Prin. Illinois our Community High School The growth of popular education ideas couid not have manifested itself in a more noble and glorious way than in the determination that the citizens of Warrensburg community have shown in their work for a community high school building. The school that will be made in the building, will advance the educational standards of our fair community a lull twenty years. The generations to come will be grateful and will give their heartfelt thanks to those who gave of their time and money to make the school the success that it deserves to be. Upon the success of the project depends the success of hundreds ol boys and girls who will, in years to come, enter and pass out of its doors. Upon its success will depend whether our boys and girls will be proud to hold up their heads among mankind and say, “I graduated from Warrensburg Community High School.” To be a success, our school must be an investment. It cannot be otherwise. It should not only bring in financial returns of far greater size than for most other investments, but the benefits to be derived in pleasure, and satisfaction of knowing ourselves to be among the educators of the land, should be such that even if there was no financial returns, we would feel repaid for the investment we have made. Only in peace, in harmony, can we ever hope to make the school advance to the position that it should in the lives of ourselves and the lives of our boys and girls. We will all work together and make it one place in the community where we can all feel that we are at home. The building itself will be a brick structure, with two stories and a basement. The basement to be of the same height as other parts of the building. It is to be in the form of a “T”, except that the wings will not be completed until they are actually needed for class use, and that will be some years, doubtless. The basement will be occupied by a gymnasium, coal and furnace rooms, and a class room. On the second floor there will be an office and two laboratories, which will be used for the sciences. The upper floor will be taken up by a study room and two class rooms, in addition to a corridor. It is intended that the building will be of the standard type and construction; and will have accommodations for the work Warrensburg community’s boys and girls are entitled to be given a chance to do. When the building has been completed and work has been started in it, we will all be proud and more self-respecting; we will be pleased to show st: angers what WL' have done, and when the Great Master calls us to that land from whose bourne no traveller returns, may we all be able to say, “I did my bit to put Warrensburg in a place in the sun.” CGM'TJiinY’Hcai'SCKcoL0 Jfeia .tetiteTt Paana'BT PROPOSED HIGH SCHOOL BUILDING + SENIORS 1922 CLASS FLOWER ... VIOLET CLASS COLORS - PURPLE AND GOLD CLASS MOTTO - - - “PRESS ON” PRESIDENT - - ENNIS PEASE VICE-PRESIDENT SIDNEY B. COTTON SEC’Y-TREAS. - GEORGIA EMRICK 8 SIDNEY B. COTTON “bunny” Basketball Baseball Debate ’22 “Wise men lay up knowledge” GEORGIA EMRICK “SQUEAKY” Basketball Debate ’22 Chairman program committee Delphic Literary Society “Her ways are ways of pleasantness FORREST 0. WENTWORTH “yank” President Athletic Association Baseball captain Basketball “God made the country; man the town” 9 MAUDE WILLIAMS “ROXIE “She floated down the river to the sea o) matrimony HAROLD L. WICKLINE “wickie” Basketball Baseball Vice-Pres. Delphic Literary Society, ’21 “A farmer I would he” FLOSSIE HAYWOOD President Girls’ Athletic Association Debate ’22 Basketball “A gracious woman obtains honor” 10 PENNIS PEASE “JUDGE Debate ’21, ’22 Manager baseball team “My thoughts and conduct are my own” ERMA RAU Valedictorian Basketball Debate ’21 Treas. Delphic Literary Society ’21 “Great feeling hath she of her own, which lesser souls may never know ” BEULAH HAYWOOD Basketball “Tell me, Beulah, tell me why, You appear so wondrous coy” 11 RUSSELL R. DICKERSON “barney” “A man of understanding holds his y.eace 12 Class Poem Erma Ran In the class of nineteen-twenty-two Of Warrensburg Community High, There are nine young gallant souls, Ready to do or die. Among them is Beulah Haywood, A maiden young and fair, Who is surely a born coquette, From her toes to the roots of her hair; You should see those dangerous glances, She sends from her eyes debonair. And there is her sister Flossie, A girl both gentle and kind; You may search all over this county, A merrier you will not find. And then to crown it all, She has a sprightly mind. Another is Georgia Emrick, A damsel blithe and gay. She has a little tongue, Which wags the livelong day, Winning all hearts to her side, So none can say her nay. And that is all the girls but one, Her name is Erma Rau. She isn’t of much importance, So I won’t tell of her now; But pass on to the sterner sex, And let each make his bow. Of these is one Lawrence Albert, He is a light hearted boy, Wherever you happen to see him, He always seems full of joy. He appears to have as much fun, As a child when it has a new toy. And Sidney B. Cotton, too, Is out for the fun he can get. He’s just a little boy, Who’s never grown up yet. But he has a serious side, He’s strong in argument. I :t Now place your gaze on Ennis Pease, He is an ambitious youth; He aspires to be a senator, And may be yet, forsooth; For his talents are many and varied, Depend upon one who speaks the truth. And now please meet Harold Wickline, He has a cheerful face. With his versatile accomplishments, He’ll surely win a high place. His nature, one can see, Is neither false nor base. There is yet one more in the class, I speak of Forrest Wentworth; And such boys as he, Are the salt of this green old earth. You never see him sulking, He is a lad of mirth. When you make a mistake, don’t look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your own mind, and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. . . The past cannot be cnanged. The future is yet in your power. The inner side of every cloud Is bright and shining; Therefore turn your clouds about, And always wear them inside out, To show the lining. —Foivler. Resolve to see the world on the sunny side, and you have almost won the battle of life at the outset. That which we are, we shall teach, not voluntarily, but involuntarily. Thoughts come into our minds by avenues which we never left open, and thoughts go out of our minds through avenues which we never voluntarily opened. —Emerson. We do not know how cheap the seeds of happiness are, or we should scatter them oftener. —Franklin. ’Tis more to be good than be great, To be happy is better than wise; You’ll find if you smile at the world The world will smile back in your eyes. —Lowell. 14 Class History Flossie C. Hayivood In September of 1918, there entered into various school of the community, pupils who later became the first graduates of the War-rensburg Community High School. Few, if any, thot of becoming graduates of a high school in Warrensburg. But owing to various conditions, these pupils registered as juniors of the Warrensburg Community High School in September of 1920. The various schools which these pupils represented are as follows: Warrensburg grades, Major, Lake View, North Rolling, and Mazon Township High. Maude Williams, Erma Rau, Ennis Pease, and Russell Dickerson entered the Warrensburg grade school in September, 1918, as freshmen. During this period they were taught by Mary E. Dunn of Effingham. These pupils participated, with all the others, in the spelling contest and final exams held during the term. After an elapse of a four months’ vacation, they returned to the same school as sophomores. Their class consisted of five members, with Joseph Hursh as sole instructor. After they had passed the final exams for the year, a very solemn affair was held in honor of them. The chief features of the evening were addresses by Rev. Dando and Maude Williams. Georgia Emrick and Lawrence Albert composed the freshman class of the Lake View school in September, 1918, being taught by Miss Weiler. Christmas programs and afternoon socials were the chief diversions in which these young people participated. In September, 1919, they entered their sophomore year in the same school, with Miss Edith Logan, as teacher. However, during the last month of the term they attended the Warrensburg grade school. In September of 1918, Harold Wickline, with two other classmates, entered the Major school as freshman. As the year advanced, the other students dropped out, leaving Harold as sole member of the class. He continued thus until he had finished his sophomore year. Miss Lucile Shelley was his teacher during his sophomore term, and this term proved to be a greater success than the preceding one. Pie and box socials were given by the school. Sidney Cotton has a more complicated history of his freshman and sophomore years than the rest of us. He also enjoyed the benefit of attending a regular high school rather than a country school. He, with one hundred and fifty classmates, entered as freshmen of the Princetown High School in September of 1918. During his sophomore term, which he took in the Mazon Township High School, his class was composed of fourteen members. “Do You Know?” was one of the plays in which Sidney took a leading part. He was also a member of the first baseball and second basketball teams. He also acted as captain of the volleyball team. Beulah Haywood, Flossie Haywood, and Forrest Wentworth, with three other classmates, composed the freshman class of the North Rolling school in September, 1918. Miss Verona Montgomery was teacher. Hot lunches were served by various committees, consisting 15 of the school students. In September, 1919, this same class entered the same school as sophomores, Miss Montgomery continuing as teacher. During the two years, 1918-1920, these pupils enjoyed the benefits of a new modern building. Box socials, oyster suppers, and closing festivals were given by the school. At such times entertainments consisting of plays, drills, and declamations were given by the pupils. Beulah Haywood, Flossie Haywood and Forrest Wentworth took the prominent parts in these entertainments. “Cinderella” was perhaps the best play given. On June 5, 1920, the pupils from all the schools in Macon county, who had passed successfully the final exams of the four preceding years, gathered in the auditorium of the Decatur High School. It was Graduation Day. After the exercises, graduation diplomas were presented to eighty-one pupils. The junior class of the Warrensburg Community High School in September, 1920, consisted of twelve members, namely: Maude Williams, Alta Janvrin, Erma Rau, Beulah Haywood, Georgia Emrick, Flossie Haywood, Ennis Pease, Forrest Wentworth, Russell Dicker-son, Sidney Cotton, Lawrence Albert and Harold Wickline. Mr. C. G. Bickel was principal of the school. The Delphic Literary Society, an organization formed by the students of the school, gave programs every Wednesday afternoon. At the close of the year an entertainment was given by the sophomore and junior classes. It consisted of two plays, “The Builders of Democracy,” presented by the sophomores, and “A Perplexing Situation,” by the juniors. The entertainment was a success, and was followed by a banquet. In September, 1921, the same group, with the exception of Alta Janvrin, composed the senior class, with Mr. Guy Ireland as principal of the school. The officers of this class are as follows: Ennis Pease, president; Sidney Cotton, vice-president, and Georgia Emrick, secretary and treasurer. A reception wajs given by the freshmen and sophomores on February 15th, in honor of the seniors. The seniors gave a class play entitled “Deacon Dubbs.” We feel that our school training has been a success, and that we owe a debt of gratitude to our teachers for the knowledge we have attained, and the pleasures we have had during our school days. A man can never be happy unless his first objects are outside of himself. Trollope. The habit of viewing things cheerfully, and of thinking about life hopefully, may be made to grow up in us like any other habit. —Smilea. A great part of the happiness of life consists not in fighting battles, but in avoiding them. A masterly retreat is in itself a victory. —Longfelloiv. ic Class Prophecy Ennis Pease While looking over some old books the other day when I should have been studying, I came across one entitled “Mysticism Made Easy,” by Pamponelli. While perusing this antiquated volume my mind began to wander. I fell to thinking of my classmates in the Warrensburg Community High School, from whom I should soon be separated, and wondered what destiny had in store for them; what mark each would make to prove himself a true son of Warrensburg High School. Falling deeper in my reverie, I felt a veil enveloping my mind like a silver mist. The years stole by like moments, until they stopped in 1953, leaving me in Washington, visiting Congress. Hearing a familiar voice invoking divine guidance for the session, I looked up and saw a tall, slim man, his bowed head covered with black hair, slightly tinged with gray. Could it be possible that Lawrence Albert was now chaplain of the House of Representatives? While musing over this, I felt my surroundings gradually, but unmistakably change, leaving me in the drawing room of a fashionable residence of the same city. “What is going on, and in whose house am I?” I asked the person nearest me. “Why, don’t you know?” he replied with astonishment. “Senator Dickerson’s reception is the talk of all Washington.” I then recognized the eminent senator, who was the center of attraction, but could only attribute my ignorance of his holding the high office to his unnatural aversion to photographers, which had probably kept his likeness out of the papers. Arising to greet the illustrious solon, I found myself walking down Wall Street. I suddenly descried a sign which read: “S. B. COTTON CO., BANKERS.” “Why,” I exclaimed aloud, “I thought this was Morgan’s location.” “What,” said a familiar voice at my elbow, “haven’t you heard about my buying out Morgan? Come in. I think you will recognize another member of my firm.” Following him, I was soon shaking hands with Erma Rau, his junior partner in the business. “What has become of your old friend, Georgia Emrick?” I asked Erma. “Oh, she has been quite successful teaching school back at Warrensburg. This is her third consecutive year, it being said that no other teacher ever stayed there that long before,” was the reply. My next stop was on a farm which, I could see at a glance, was an unusually well-kept one. Seeing a hand nearby, I approached him and asked whose farm it was. “Harold Wickline’s,” he replied. “He is in Springfield today telling the legislature about the needs of agriculture. He is going to stay in to see “Love’s Labor Lost,” in which Beulah Haywood is starring.” “I believe I know you. Aren’t you Forrest Wentworth?” I asked the man. “Yes, yes; I hoped you wouldn’t recognize me, my fortunes are so low,” he replied sadly. “To look at me you wouldn’t think I ever owned that magnificent elevator towering over there in the distance. It all came from trying to get something for nothing; I certainly won’t bother the board of trade again.” “How about Flossie Haywood?” I asked. “Have you heard from her lately?” “Oh, yes. Haven’t you heard about her success?” She got a monopoly on hairnets in Warrensburg, and has made quite a fortune from the high school girls,” he replied, cheering up a little. “But tell me about yourself. What have you been doing the last thirty years?” he added, after a moment’s reflection. “My duties as justice of the peace of Illini have kept me so busy tha-at—I—” But the mist had already cleared, and I was again face to face with the stern realities of the present and doomed to never know what I was to miss, by being so absorbed in the duties of my office. Do you ever think, you young people, how much you might add to the cheer and enjoyment of the home circle by treasuring and recounting the odd, funny, pathetic, or interesting little happenings of any sort that cross your path each day? In the street, in the car, wherever you are at work or study, in what you see, or in the chat of acquaintances, these varied bits of life come to you, and if you will but form the habit of remembering them, and learn the art of telling them, your presence will sweeten and gladden the whole life of the home. Such gleanings are not mere trifles. The hearty laugh, the act of heroism, the little glimpses into other lives, all have their mission and bear many a message of hope and encouragement that the messenger does not know. —Anon. Do not keep the alabaster box of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness. Speak approving, cheering words while their ears can hear them, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier. The kind things you mean to say when they are gone, say before they go. The flowers you mean to send for their coffin, send to brighten and sweeten their homes before they leave them. Let us learn to anoint our friends while they are yet among the living. Post-mortem kindness does not cheer the burdened heart; flowers on the coffin cast no fragrance backward over the wreary day. —Childs. What signifies wishing and hoping for better times? We may make these times better if we bestir ourselves. IIS Class Will Beulah Haywood We, the Senior Class of 1922, of the Warrensburg Community High School, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament, that is to say: I, Lawrence Albert, do grant to Alfred Major, that lack of common sense which has made me so very conspicuous during my sojourn in W. C. H. S. I also confer upon Irvin Schroeder my most innocent look, and hope that he may be more successful in his efforts to escape detection. After much consideration and profound deliberation, realizing that he may need it, I, Sidney Cotton, do bequeath to my esteemed successor, Paul Waggoner, that charm which has for many years saved me from the wiles of women, hoping that he may benefit from it as I have. I, Russell Dickerson, realizing that I must soon leave this institution, do confer upon my survivors that deep foresight which I have always displayed, and that independent tendency which has always actuated my conduct. Feeling that I must leave my esteemed friend, Harold Dresbach, something to remind him of our happy days in W. C. H. S., I, Georgia Emrick, confer upon him my cultivated giggle, which has won me many friends, and sincerely hope he will profit by the acquisition of the same. I, Flossie Haywood, do bequeath my thirst for knowledge to Jerry Slonaker. I, Ennis Pease, feeling that this school will suffer from the loss of my composed and impartial judgment, do give and devise this faculty to any aspiring junior who proves himself worthy of acquiring the same. I, Erma Rau, bequeath my serious nature to Miss Carter, trusting that it will be an important help to her in the grave business of conducting her classes when I am no longer present. I, Harold Wickline, do bequeath my propensity for asking innumerable questions to Lynn Baum, hoping that he may gain more knowledge than heretofore. Feeling that I shall have no more need for tranquil and composed temperament, I, Maude Williams, do bestow the same upon Ruth Senour. After a great amount of thought, and moved in a moment of desperation, I, Forrest Wentworth, devise and bequeath my basketball pants to Harry Baum, provided he will expand enough to fill them. We, the members of the Senior Class of 1922, hereby nominate and appoint the faculty of the Warrensburg High School to be the executors of this will. Signed: THE SENIOR CLASS. May, 1922. 19 JUNIORS CLASS FLOWER - - WARD ROSE CLASS COLORS - BLUE AND GREY CLASS MOTTO: “Everyone a Senior Next Year” PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT SEC’Y-TREAS. HAROLD DRESBACII MIRIAM BAUMGARTNER MILDRED PHILLIPS CLASS ROLL 20 Miriam Baumgartner Irvin Schroeder Harold. Dresbacl' Mildred Phillips Our Class The editor-in-chief, He came around to me, “The Junior Class, ’tis my belief, Can have this page,” said he. “Fill it up with pome and tale, And other things about yourselves, And please don’t say that you will fail— Your works could fill the shelves.” When I announced this to the class, You should have heard the bawl; “Why,” Schroeder said, “Our little mass Can never write a page a’tall.” But “Bum” and “Punk,” they ruled him out. “We’ll help without a fret.” Then from Schroeder came a shout, “I’ll help you too, you bet!” Then it came to marking out The part that each should take. “I’ll write a little pome,” I said, “Of thirteen lines, a start to make.” And so I asked them all to think About some thing to write; But each one to himself did wink, And say beneath his breath, “Not quite.” Upon that little pome I worked, And worked ’till I was weary; I sat up nights real late, Until my sight got bleary. I waited for their manuscripts That never did come in. All that they would think about, Was the ball games we should win. And so it fell on me, To fill the pesky page, at last, And keep the honor of the Junior Class, Up high, like in the past. 21 SOPHOMORES CLASS FLOWER - - - TULIP CLASS COLORS OLD ROSE ANI) WHITE CLASS MOTTO “Ad Astra Per Aspera” PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT SEC’Y-TREAS. RUTH SENOUR DONNA FICKES FLORENCE SCOTT CLASS ROLL Lewis Winegarner Charles Winegarner Elsie Lehn Alfred Major Loran Watkins Omer Spitser Harry Baum Ruth Senour Donna Fickes Lynn Baum Florence Scott 22 Sophomore Class Notes On September 5, 1920, the Class of 1924, which was composed of seven freshmen, entered the Warrensburg High School. With much fear and trembling they received the customary instructions on proper conduct for freshmen, which was delivered by the principal, Mr. Bickel. This first year passed uneventfully, due the fact that this was merely a freshman class. At the beginning of its sophomore year, four new members were added to this class, making a total of eleven. During the ensuing year, this class attained distinction in all lines of endeavor. In the athletic line, it furnished the captain and two players of the first basketball team, and three players of the second team, thus insuring a successful season, and laying the foundation for many more to come. During the fall baseball season, four members of the team were recruited from this class, and this spring every boy in the class turned out for practice. After carefully searching the records, we believe we can safely say that this action is unprecedented in the annals of school life. Every girl in the class played on one of the basketball teams. Without their participation, it is doubtful whether the team would have gained the distinction it did. Many people have expressed regret that it was impossible to see the members of the class in action on the track, believing, no doubt, that they would have added even more honors to the long list of those already acquired. Ten sophomores took part in the operetta, “Cherry Blossom,” given by the school. Four of these appeared in leading roles. This seems to show that their accomplishments are not confined to any one course of activity. Also, the fact that two members of the Annual Staff, chosen by the school, are sophomores. In choosing officers for the year, this class displayed the usual versatility of action by electing a president from the northwestern part of the district, a vice-president from the southeastern, and a secretary from the central portion, thus refuting any charges that it was the least bit sectional in character. The greatest success of the year was the party given for the juniors and seniors by the sophomores, with the help of the freshmen. The formulating of the plans of this party showed how well the members of the classes could keep a secret. They were congratulated not only for their taking the rest of the school by surprise, but also, for ability to provide original and interesting entertainment. FRESHMEN CLASS FLOWER - - SWEET PEA CLASS COLORS - AMERICAN BEAUTY AND SILVER CLASS MOTTO: UP THE STEP BY STEP PRESIDENT - PAUL WAGGONER VICE-PRESIDENT JEREMIAH SLONAKER SEC’Y-TREAS. - KATHARINE ALBERT CLASS ROLL Jeremiah Slonaker Orval Robinson Mildred Hackney Katharine Albert 24 Paul Waggoner Myra Kretzer Freshmen Class Notes On September 5, 1921, four pupils entered the Warrensburg High School as freshmen. Shortly afterward they were joined by two others. On the whole, this class had a successful year, living up to their name in both studies and athletics. The following poem, by a freshman, is an example of what they are capable of doing: BASKETBALL Basketball is a very nice game Because you know I play. I am a side center and with Florence Scott We jump and are merry and gay. And then we wear black gym bloomers And each has pretty red socks. They say we look like a bunch of show girls That just came out of a band-box. We run and jump and scramble When we think we can get the ball; And you ought to see us when excited, And throwing clear across the hall. The boys always make fun of us girls. They say we think our clothes are cute; But you should see them in basketball, They all look as if they had on a bathing suit. Cardinal and tan are our colors. Some thought of white and blue. But in our bloomers and middies I like white and black best. Don’t you? Now that the games are nearly over, And it’s time for the tolling bell We wish success for the years to come So I bid you all farewell. 25 + f LITERARY Miss Mary and the Tramp Erma Rau, ’22. Miss Mary Blake was what is commonly termed an “old maid.” But in spite of a few touches of gray in her wavy, brown hair, she was very comely still, with her smooth, clear skin and bright, brown eyes. She lived alone, hiring a man to work on her farm, who lived with his wife in a tenant house nearby. Since the death of her father, several years ago, she had been very lonely. She was very fond of children, and had often thought of adopting a little girl, but dreaded the thought of going to an orphan asylum and choosing one. The time was when Miss Mary had been young and carefree, and had a lover. His name was Dick Taylor, and they were engaged, but just a month before the day set for the wedding, they had quarreled over a matter which now seemed very trivial to her, but then had appeared a real and vital affair. In the impetuosity of youth she had returned his ring and sent him away. Ever since, for fifteen long years, she had repented of her rash act, but had finally come to be resigned to her lot, and bore it patiently, contented, but not happy. One day in April, Miss Mary saw a little girl wandering in her yard. Thinking it one of the neighbor’s children, who often came to visit her, she went to call her to come in and have some of the cookies she had just baked. But looking closer, she saw that it was a strange child whom she had never before seen. Questioning her, she discovered that her name was Alice Taylor. “But where did you come from, and how did you get here in my yard?” asked Miss Mary. “Oh, I was riding with my papa on a big train and all at once the train went bang! and turned over. I got out, and tried to find my papa, but I couldn’t. They was people all yelling around and all bloody and hurt. I didn’t like it there, an’ so I come off down the road, an’—an’—I want my papa!” cried the child, bursting into tears. “There, there, don’t cry; I’ll take care of you,” said Miss Mary, soothing the little girl. “See, here are some nice cookies.” She soon had her quiet. Just then the hired man’s wife rushed in with the news of a :r, great wreck on the railroad, which was about a mile away from the house. She said it had been caused by a collision, and that many were killed or badly hurt, altho some had escaped uninjured. Miss Mary left little Alice in the care of a neighbor and went with the woman to the scene of the wreck to assist in caring for the injured. Then, and several days later, she made inquiries, and tried to find the child’s father, but failing, she concluded that he must be among the unidentified dead. She determined that if no one came to claim little Alice, she would keep her. The little girl said she was six years old. She was a very attractive child, with dark brown, bobbed hair and blue eyes. Miss Mary lavished all a mother’s care on her, and she became happy and contented, altho at first she missed her father greatly. Six months passed swiftly. One afternoon Miss Mary heard a knock at the door. Going to open it, she saw a tramp, who asked if she could give a hungry man a bite to eat. “Yes, poor fellow; come in. I never refuse a meal to anyone who needs it, and I think you do,” she replied. She soon had a good meal before the tramp. He ate carefully and politely, but could not conceal the fact that he had been nearly famished. His clothes looked as if they had once been an expensive suit, but were now very ragged and dirty. He had evidently not shaved for at least two months, and had a luxuriant growth of whiskers. When he had finished eating, he thanked her, saying it was the best meal he had had for a long time. Then he asked if she had any wood to chop, or other piece of work that he could do to repay her. “No, I don’t believe I have,” she replied. “But thank you for the offer. Why don’t you get work on a farm this winter? There are many farmers now needing a hand, for instance, there’s my nearest neighbor, Mr. Kennedy. I think he would hire you.” “I believe I will ask him,” said the tramp. “It would give me a place to stay this winter, and I’m getting tired of tramping. Where does he live?” Miss Mary pointed out the house to the man and he walked off toward it. She returned to her work and thought no more about the incident. But about two weeks later she again heard a knock. She peeped out a window to see who it was before answering, and almost fainted, for she recognized Dick Taylor. Conquering her emotion, she opened the door. But the man did not appear to recognize her, and to her amazement spoke as follows: “Madam, I am the tramp whom you befriended some time ago. I got the job at Mr. Kennedy’s we were talking about, and since I have earned some money, I wish to repay you.” 21 “No, I couldn’t think of accepting money for a little act of human kindness. But how you have changed. You don’t look like the same man.” “Well, I have tried to make myself look a little more presentable, and am glad if I have succeeded. But I wish you would take this money,” the man answered, offering her a dollar bill. “Oh, I couldn’t think of it, and besides, it wasn’t worth that much,” said Miss Mary. “At least allow me to thank you. I believe you saved me from starving, that day. But I won’t bother you any longer; good day,” and he started toward the road. Miss Mary turned away, thinking to herself: “How like Dick he looked, and yet, it couldn’t be he, for surely I haven’t changed so much that he wouldn’t recognize me.” Puzzling over this, she failed to notice that the man met at the gate with Alice, who had just come home from school, which she was now regularly attending. The child gave one look at the man, and then threw herself upon him, crying “Papa, papa!” He looked at her in perplexity and said, “Oh, no; I’m not your papa. I haven’t any little girl.” “Oh, yes, you are. Don’t you remember how we were riding on a train and it turned over?” He pressed his hand over his forehead and stood silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then he said, “Oh, yes, it all comes back to me now. Oh, my dear little Alice! to think I had forgotten all about you!” “Come into the house and let’s tell Aunt Mary all about it,” said she, taking him by the hand and leading him in. What a scene there was then! Explanations were made, forgiveness established on both sides and time was forgotten. Dick, in answer to Miss Mary’s question as to what he had been doing for the last fifteen years, told his story: “When I left you I was very angry, for I thought you were in the wrong. I went to Chicago and tried to lose myself in that great city and forget you. In a fit of resentment I married a girl whom I met there. I never really loved her, but she was a good wife to me. Our first child, a boy, died, and three years ago she died, leaving me little Alice, then about three and a half. But the thot of you haunted me continually. I wanted to come back, but feared you would still be angry and unforgiving. “But at last I could stand it no longer, and was on my way when, as you know, the train was wrecked. I received a blow on the head which destroyed my memoiy. I could remember nothing of my past life. I became a tramp, roaming about the country, and doing odd jobs to pay for my meals. You know the rest, how my memory came back with the sight of Alice.” The couple were married soon after, and their happiness was all the sweeter for the delay. 28 How the “Lucy Dale” Bridge Got its Name Flossie Haywood, 22 in the spring of 1880 a very severe series of rainstorms, that lasted for da.ys and days, swept over the country surrounding Peoria. The storms swelled the rivers and creeks until they overflowed, washing everything before their swollen currents and threatening the very existence of every bridge. Mr. Dale, a section foreman on the Illinois Central Railway, in the state of Illinois, was kept very busy watching the rise of waters between the two towns in his section of the line and inspecting the railway bridges. On the evening of April 20, the storm had seemed to reach the climax of its fury. The wind howled around the cottage, which was built high on the bank of the Illinois river at a spot overlooking the railway. The rain pelted on the roof and as the dark, moonless night came on, occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the trees, the raging waters, and the long bridge built on trestles over the ravine. Lucy, the beautiful sixteen year old daughter of Mr. Dale, standing at the window, was a spectator of this terrible storm. She thought of her father out in the storm—exposed to the wind and rain. Then her imagination traveled on and on in an endless train of hideous sights. She knew by heart the times of all the trains, and swiftly her thoughts flew to the oncoming “Express,” always so full of passengers. She pictured the train falling through the bridge, down, down, thirty feet into the foaming chasm below. She imagined she could almost see the white faces of gasping, struggling people in those muddy, raging depths—and could even hear their faint cries for help above the noise of the shrieking wind and the roaring water. She awoke from her trance with a thrill of terror that seemed to chill the marrow of her very bones. She felt she could endure the uncertainty no longer, and that she simply must go to find her father, and see if she could not be of help to him in some way. With an encouraging word to her troubled mother and frightened sister, she began making her preparations to go. She put on a large coat, lighted a lantern, opened the cottage door and stepped out. Even though the wind almost blew her away, and the rain beat against her face, she braced herself against all difficulties and slowly made her way westward toward the long trestle bridge. When Lucy leached the nearer end of the bridge, she saw that the swollen river, tearing under the arches, thirty feet below, was momentarily threatening to undermine the foundations of the bridge. As she proceeded over the bridge, she began to feel the structure sway under her own weight. She knew it would only be the lapse of a few moments until 29 some of the foundations would be undermined by the fierce, raging tempest below. She also realized there was not a moment to be lost if that oncoming “Express” was to be stopped before it reached those swaying trestles. Plans flashed like lightning through her mind. There was no way but one to stop that fast approaching train. She herself, must cross the bridge and give the warning at Peoria station so that the “Express” could be stopped. No sooner had she fully realized the danger to the many lives, than without thought of her own risk, she set out on her perilous crossing. A mighty purpose filled her soul—her one idea was to save the lives of the people in that oncoming train. She crept along on the tottering structure. Sometimes the gusting wind nearly blew her over. All of a sudden there was a sharp clap of thunder, followed by an instantaneous streak of lightning. The light in the lantern flickered, flashed, and then vanished. The useless lantern was thrown away, and Lucy made progress very slowly thru the inky blackness of the night. The distance across that perilous bridge seemed to Lucy Dale as many miles, and that she was hours in getting across. She had to feel her way very carefully, mostly crawling on her hands and knees. Now and then a vivid flash of lightning lighted up the cross-ties of the bridge and the rails in front. She could see the foaming waters between the gaps. But she dared not look down; the swirling waters made her giddy. A sharp peal of thunder seemed to make the whole fragile structure tremble, but Lucy proceeded in a daze. The brave girl was gaining, foot by foot; slowly and painfully she struggled on —creeping, crawling, springing over the gaps, and then lying flat when a fierce gust of wind threatened to hurl her into the foaming depths below. Her body was bruised and cut, her clothes were torn, yet she made headway. Now and then there were places—gaps like yawning chasms, that she was forced to spring across. Always there was a prayer for help on her lips. At last she reached the end and with a cry of thankfulness Lucy felt once again the firm ground. She was exhausted by her perilous journey over the swaying trestles—yet she dared not stop and listen, because one second could not be lost if she was to reach her goal. She struggled breathlessly onward—stumbling now and then, only to get to her feet and rush on again. Sometimes the poor girl felt she must give way under the tremendous strain of running in the wind and rain, along the rough track—but then the thought of the many lives in danger strengthened her sinking courage and nerved her to fresh effort. The mighty purpose which filled her soul was her goal. At last Lucy saw in the distance the lights of Peoria station, and then with a thrill of joy she discovered beyond it the bright headlight of an engine. It was the “Express”! Every second the round eye was growing bigger. Panting and stumbling—hardly able to drag 30 one leaden foot after the other, the brave girl rallied the little strength she had left in one supreme effort. She was praying silently, praying earnestly that she might yet be in time. The train had stopped. Lucy ran onward, throwing up her arms and trying to shout—but to attract the attention of the engineer seemed impossible. She saw him ready to start the engine, the guard on the platform preparing to give the signal and then—with one last frantic effort she rushed into the path of light, somehow managed to throw up her hands and cry, “Stop! Stop!” The faint cry was enough for her purpose. She had succeeded in attracting the attention of the engineer. After gasping out her message in a few audible words, and realizing her terrible effort had not been in vain, she collapsed in a faint. The passengers from the train crowded round the girlish form— weather-beaten, tattered, and soaked with rain. They lifted her gently and carried her into shelter and warmth; then, as they realized that one frail girl by her courageous act, had saved some two hundred lives, they acclaimed her “heroine.” Money was donated to her, medals were presented to her, and she was given a life pass on the railway that owed her so much. The fine, new bridge, which replaced the one over which she had made the perilous journey that dreadful night, was named after her, the “Lucy Dale” bridge. Try it for a day, I beseech you, to preserve yourself in an easy and cheerful frame of mind. Be but for one day, instead of a fire-worshipper of passion, the sun-worshipper of clear self-possessions, and compare the day in which you have rooted out the weed of dissatisfaction with that on which you have allowed it to grow up; and you will find your heart open to every good motive, your life strengthened, and your breast armed with a panoply against every trick of fate: truly you will wonder at your own improvement. —Richter. Kind words do not cost much. They never blister the tongue or lips. We never heard of any mental trouble arising from this quarter. Though they do not cost much, yet they accomplish much. They make other people good-natured. They also produce their own image on men’s souls, and a beautiful image it is. —Pascal. We are not meant to be good in this world, but to try to be, and fail, and keep on trying: and when we get a cake to say, “Thank God!” and when we get a buffet, to say, “Just so: well hit!” —Stevenson. If we don’t want dull thoughts to come, we must keep ’em away like I keep the weeds out o’ my bit of garden. I fill the beds so full of flowers that there isn’t any room for weeds. —D. Quorm. 31 Mr. Stover and Mr. Fisk Harold Dresbach, ’23 “Whew! I feel bully! Listen to the birds! This is going to be an A-number-one day.” These were the words with which Archie Stover woke me last Sunday morning. This is just what Archie said, because Archie is our next door neighbor, and the air was calm, and Archie’s voice came to me clearly. That was the way he usually looked at things in general. Archie Stover was a thrifty lad of twenty, who, after much collecting of coin, had become the proud possessor of a once fair, but now antiquated automobile which had long since lost pride in its personal appearance, if it ever had any. The make of the car was the Rolls Ruff, the manufacture of which had been discontinued. Contrary to the car’s appearance, Archie really looked all right. He was fond of Mother Nature, and the outdoors—and considered himself worthy of a certain Miss Mabel Dawson. Let me introduce Palmer Fisk, the son of an investment broker. Fisk Son was a new establishment. Young Fisk was also the owner of a car, a new Floater, which he thought Miss Dawson would enjoy riding in, although he was not formally acquainted with her, and therefore knew little of her tastes. However, each was known to the other by sight. Time came when church service was over, and Mabel Dawson was making her way home alone. Archie had been working on his Rolls Ruff most of the morning. Palmer had been to church, and noticing Miss Dawson leave, got into his Floater and drove a roundabout route so that he might pass her. He did, in front of Archie’s home. Archie had just cleaned off the grease, and was standing at the window alternately looking at his hands and manicuring his nails, or down the street for Mabel, knowing that she would pass. Palmer’s car glided past so quietly that Mabel scarcely noticed it. Palmer looked, drove a little farther, then stopped to examine a rear tire. His attention was divided, however, rather unequally between the tire and the disappearing figure of Miss Dawson. By this time Archie was leaning out of the window in defiance to Newton’s infallible law. He clenched the window sill until his knuckles were white. “The dog!” he muttered. He would show Palmer. He and Mabel would drive right past Palmer’s house. Three o’clock found Archie on his way to take Mabel out for the weekly ride. A block from her home he slowed down, selecting the 32 smoother parts of the pavement to avoid as much vibration as possible, and the subsequent din. He shut off the motor and coasted up to the Dawson home in real style, stopping unfortunately, in front of a clump of shrubbery which almost totally concealed his car from the house. “No, Mabel isn’t ready yet,” said Mr. Dawson. “How’s the car working? Seems more quiet than usual.” “Never worked better,” replied Archie. Palmer had not been napping. He drove by soon after Archie had disappeared within the house. An idea struck him. In one movement he jumped out of his car, grabbed up a handful of dust and poured it into the Rolls Ruff gasoline tank. He smiled, rubbed the dust from his hands, and drove silently on. In ten minutes Mabel was ready, and they jolted off in the direction of Woodlawn Park, two miles distant. Their itinera took them past the Fisk home. Palmer was on the front veranda. Archie started to laugh tauntingly, then decided that impressive silence would be more “cutting.” Palmer was snoozing serenely. After Archie and Mabel rode on he suddenly came to life, and started in pursuit. A mile out of town the motor in Archie’s car gasped, recuperated and gasped again. Archie pulled and twisted numerous wires, and cords, and instruments of adjustment of his own manufacture, which had some mysterious connection, through holes in the floor, with the business part of the vehicle. All in vain. The dust had found its way into the motor’s intake—the carburetor, rather. Archie disentangled his person from the wires et cetera, and started an examination of the motor with the air of a confident mechanic. “What’s the matter?” inquired Mabel. “Matter! It stopped,” said Archie. Mabel appeared extremely bored. The sun was hot, unmercifully hot. A slight noise—well! There was Palmer. How odd! “Isn’t that too bad,” exclaimed Palmer. “You were going to the park, weren’t you? This must be quite a disappointment to you, Miss —Miss Dawson, I believe, is your name?” “Yeah,” growled Archie from under the hood, “that’s what her name is,” and gave something a resounding blow with a wrench. “Just step into my car, Miss Dawson. I am going to the park myself. It’s so much cooler there.” Miss Dawson hesitated. “0, pardon me; my name.is Fisk—Palmer Fisk. My father is the new stock salesman.” Why, to be sure, he was the son of the gentleman from whom so many people had bought stocks and bonds. 33 Mabel would go. Archie looked sourly on, speechless. What could he do? Palmer and Mabel were out of sight in a moment. “The dog!” muttered Archie. He slammed down the hood and began to walk back to town, cast down in spirits—his day, his hopes ruined. Mabel would never cast a favorable eye upon him again. His lips trembled in spite of him. “I’m a boob, a big chump,” he wailed. A taxi rushed by. “Ride in for a quarter,” shouted the driver. “No!” The breeze from across the lake in the park was cool and refreshing. Mr. Fisk and Miss Dawson sat on the shore and looked across the water. Mr. Fisk was so nice. He was so much more entertaining than Archie. However, there comes a time in a company of two when conversation lags. This time came now. A boat full of young people floated past. They were singing. The music died softly away, and Palmer blinked his eyes. A man stretched out on the sand gave an audible yawn. Palmer followed suit, and mumbled something evidently meant for an apology, reblinked his eyes, and leaned against a convenient boulder. His head fell upon his chest. Twenty minutes elapsed, the silence being broken only by Palmer’s regular breathing. Presently he stirred uneasily. “We surely got a bunch of innocents here, didn’t we, dad? Didn’t we? Dad! Dad!! Mabel was curious. “Yes, son,” she replied in imitation of a masculine voice. Palmer was evidently satisfied. He continued, “Those fellows we sold that fake stock to never will get wise.” We cleaned up a good fifty thousand last week. That stock isn’t supposed to pay dividends until 1925. Then our address will be ‘somewhere in Canada.’ Dad.” Silence. “Dad!” Should she dare? “Yes, son,” came the reassuring voice. “I must go to the office now.” “Goodbye,” this from Palmer, continuing his slumber. Mabel slipped away and took a taxi home. Palmer had a rude awakening when a pair of handcuff's clicked on his wrists, and an officer ordered him to step into a waiting auto. Proceedings of a similar nature occurred at about the same time, half an hour after Mabel had returned, in the Fisk home, where Mr. Fisk, the elder, had been perusing the Sunday papers. Archie’s phone rang later that evening. “Archie,” it was Mabel’s voice; “come over right away. I want—” Archie dropped the receiver. “I guess Mabel’s O. K. after all,” he said, and hurried out. 34 He Brings Them All into Their Desired Haven Ruth Senour, ’24 The October sun was sinking fast from sight, and the world was enveloped in a hazy veil. Every gust of wind carried showers of dead leaves to their final rest. The smell of dying fir and burning leaves hung on the twilight atmosphere. The little eastern village was peaceful and quiet. The buildings were nearly all old and colonial. From the smallest white cottage at the edge of the village to the large mansion in the center, there was an atmosphere of homey welcome and friendship. From the dim, gray, pile of stone, the convent, came the soft sound of evening prayers and an occasional strain of Ave Maria. An old man, gray and stooped, slowly made his way up the street. His appearance spoke of poverty, neglect, and long wandering. Under one arm he carried an old violin which was guarded as something sacred. His long, gray hair fell over his shoulders, and clung about a face wrinkled and sad. His dim, gray eyes showed a longing and pain that spoke of a troubled past. To all, the old man spoke a cheery, kind word, and all, in turn, showed cordiality for the aged wanderer. Nite was quickly settling on the world—a damp, disagreeable, autumn nite, the kind that so often follows a hazy, warm day. People went to their homes and families for the nite. The stranger had no home to go to. Every gust of wind made him shiver. He clung tightly to the old violin, for this had been a friend thru life, even in his boyhood days. It expressed his feelings far more clearly than words could ever have done. It had been his dearest hope that John, his only baby, would also play. But where was John tonite? “O John, my baby boy; where are you tonite?” the old man cried. The sad, troubled look in his eyes deepened and a sob shook the thin old frame. Was his son living somewhere in the strife of the great world—was he blessed with riches and love, or was he, too, cold and suffering? The old figure wandered thru the streets, glancing now and then at some particularly bright home scene. Things hardly seemed fair to him. All these homes were so blessed with love and comfort, and he, what had he? Not even his son, of whom he had been so proud. Worn out at last, he sank down on the steps of a little white home. The almost bare branches of the trees twisted their long arms far above the roof. The wind carried showers of dead leaves in its wake, and hurled them wrathfully on the bent old figure on the door step. Thru the large front window at one side of the step, a warm, rosy glow streamed forth, melting the sharp darkness of that October nite. What was there about that little home that brought a feeling of peace over him? He heard a baby’s soft laughter from within, and then other voices. It all had a strange, comforting effect on him. He lovingly placed the old violin under his chin, and softly drew the bow across the strings. At first the music was tranquil and sweet. Then it rose, pleading, begging, crying, for the love that the heart of the aged player so craved. At last it sank into a hopeless moan, losing itself in the wild nite voices. The wind howled more fiercely around the corners. The violin dropped from the chin, and the bow from the hand. The head fell back and the arms hung limp at his side. It was all over now, the violin has given up his secret, he had nothing to live for. “0 God, give me strength to bear it just a little longer.” Suddenly the door above him opened, and the same pink glow fell over the gray haired old man. The next instant he was being lifted tenderly and taken into a warm room. He opened his eyes, and looked about him. The fire on the grate was warm, and the couch on which he lay was soft. What was this place? Was this his “desired haven?” The words ran thru his dim mind, “And so he bring-eth them all into their desired haven.” His eyes fell heavily, and he was about to sink again into that peaceful oblivion, when by some impulse he looked up at the figure bending over him. The old man sat up with a start. Where had he seen that face before? Those large, gray eyes, and the mouth he surely knew! “John, my boy!” cried the old man, and sank back on the couch. A look of peaceful contentment settled over the still face. One hand gripped lovingly for the old violin, then fell back, limply. The man who cannot laugh is fit for treasons, strategems, and spoils. To be bright and cheerful often requires an effort. There is a certain art in keeping ourselves happy; in this respect, as in others, we require to watch over and manage ourselves almost as if we were somebody else. 36 —Avebury. In the Old Stone Quarry Orval Robinson, ’25 It was the evening after the ball game, and this pitcher had not been pitching very well. “Why don’t you pitch for us like you do for the second team? Why don’t you learn to control yourself when you get into the box? Our team would be hard to beat if you would pitch for us as well as you do for the second team. You can curve the ball, and make it drop a lot better than I can, but you haven’t got control,” was what the regular pitcher said. This team was tied with another for the championship, and their pitcher, although not very good, was noted for his control. The deciding game was to be played on Friday, and this was Wednesday evening. The next day when they came to class, the regular pitcher was missing. His room-mate told the teacher that he was a little sick, but would be able to play Friday. The coach saw Bob on the way home and told him that if the other pitcher didn’t get well, they would have to depend upon him. He told him not to come out for practice, but to play catch with one of the rookies. That afternoon, Bob went out on the edge of the field and played catch with one of the fellows there. After throwing a few, he put the ball in his pocket and started wandering around, going just anywhere until he found himself headed toward the old stone quarry. He had gone down there many times before, being a good friend of an old man who worked there. When he arrived, they were preparing to shoot dynamite. Bob watched very closely, and soon saw the old man running away and yelling at him to watch out. He ran a little way, and then looked back, just in time to see the old man fall, try to get up, and fall again. Bob went back, and found that he would have to go around a crevice to get to the man, and he also saw that the dynamite was not far away. Bob knew that he could not get around to the man in time, and thought he would have to run to save himself. The old man was telling him to run away when suddenly the dynamite got his attention. He saw that a well aimed blow would knock the fuse out of the cap, so he looked around for a stone of the right size. He couldn’t find a stone, but naturally thought of the ball in his pocket. Knowing that he had time for only one throw, all signs 37 of nervousness left him. He took good aim and threw. The ball hit squarely and knocked the fuse out, and it lay there burning as harmlessly as a fire-cracker. He then went around and, by means of a bar, released the man’s foot from the rocks that were holding it. Bob went back to the dormitory and went to bed early, for he wanted to be in the best possible shape for the big game the next day. The next day the regular pitcher was not able to attend classes again, so they decided that Bob would have to pitch the game. Bob hated for time to come, because he was afraid that he would get nervous and lose the game. The time for the game arrived, and Bob was feeling rather worried, when the regular pitcher walked onto the field in his uniform. The coach asked him if he felt like pitching, for this was a championship game, and he hated to lose it. The man said no, that he just wore the uniform out, so that if Bob couldn’t do anything, he could try to help a little, but that he felt rather weak yet. When the players took their places, Bob held back because he thought the other fellow would pitch. The coach motioned for him to go on, so he went out and was getting warmed up when one of the opposing team shouted that it was only the second team pitcher, and that he was no good at all. This made Bob feel worse, and he was afraid for the game to start. The first ball Bob threw, the fellow at bat, who was a weak hitter, knocked down to the second baseman, who threw it to first. The next man, a heavy hitter, knocked the ball down back of the center-fielder, but in rounding second he did not touch the base, and was almost to third before he could stop. By that time, the second base-man had the ball and put him out. When Bob saw what kind of support he was getting, he settled down. He thought of the incident at the stone quarry, and decided that if he could knock the fuse out of a dynamite cap, he ought to be able to pitch as good as any man. The next fellow up knocked a foul which the first baseman caught after a hard run. After that Bob pitched well, and nobody scored until the eighth inning, when Bob himself made one. The opposing team didn’t score in the next inning, so they didn’t play the other half. After the game the boys asked Bob where he got his control. He said he got it at the old stone quarry. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. This day for all that is good and fair! —Emerson. 38 Faculty Play, “Safety First” CAST OF CHARACTERS Jack Montgomery ..... Jerry Arnold......... Mr. McNutt .......... Elmer Flannel........ Abou Ben Mocha....... Mabel Montgomery .... Virginia Bridger .... Mrs. Barrington Bridger Zuleika ............. Mary Ann O’Finnerty .......A. S. Nichols .......Harold Faith .......J. E. Hursh ...L. E. Albert .......G. W. Ireland .......Helen Carter .......Rachel Irwin Mrs J. M. Schroeder ........Edna Fickes .....Ruth Traughber STORY OF THE PLAY The leading role in this story is taken by Jack Montgomery, who, with his chum, Jerry, is arrested and sentenced to thirty days in jail for attempting to rescue Zuleika, a Turkish maiden, from the police. To keep from disgracing Jack's wife and Jerry’s fiancee, they tell them that they are going to a Shriner’s convention by boat. The scheme works, but the ladies mourn them as dead when informed that they are not to be found on board the boat. Jack and Jerry know nothing of this, and when their sentences expire, they return home full of explanations of their wonderful trip. After some tall explaining, and a series of laughable events, the tangle straightens out. 39 School Play, “Miss Cherryblossom,’ This operetta, a musical comedy, was successfully given by the Warrensburg High School April 14 and 15, 1922. CAST OF CHARACTERS Cherryblossom ........... Kokemo .................. John Henry Smith (Jack) .. Henry Foster Jones (Harry) Horace Worthington ...... James Young.............. Jessica Vanderpool ...... Togo ..................... .....Donna Fickes ....Lor an Watkins ......Omer Spitzer ..-Harold Wickline .....Sidney Cotton ...Lewis Winegarner ........Helen Lehn Forrest Wentworth CHORUS Geisha Girls in Kokemo’s Tea Garden: Miriam Baumgartner Florence Scott Elsie Lehn Myra Kretzer Ruth Senour Mildred Hackney Mildred Phillips Flossie Haywood Georgia Emrick Mrs. Ireland American Girls and men, guests of Mr. Worthington, visiting Japan on his private yacht: American girls: Georgia Emrick Kathryn Albert Irma Rau. Beulah Haywood Rachel Irwin Ruth Senour Flossie Haywood Mary Waggoner Myra Kretzer American men: Jeremiah Slonaker Charles Winegarner Alfred Major Irvin Schroeder Lawrence Albert Archie Spitzer Harry Baum Paul Waggoner Orval Robinson ORCHESTRA 1st Violin—Vonna Albert 2nd Violin—Floyd Wentworth Flute—Mr. Demotte Clarinet—Mr. Hursh Saxophone—Harold Dresbach Cornet—Mr. Ki-essler Trombone—Mr. Kruzan Piano—Mrs. Hill 40 Senior Class Play, “Deacon Dubbs” CAST OF CHARACTERS Deacon Dubbs........ Amos Coleman ......... Rawdon Crawley...... Major McNutt ....... Deuteronomy Jones .. Rose Raleigh ....... Miss Philipena Popover Emily Dale ......... Trixie Coleman ..... Yennie Yensen .... . .....Sidney Cotton ..Harold Wickline Forrest Wentivorth .......Ennis Pease ...Russell Dickerson ...Georgia Emrick ..Flossie Haywood ..Lawrence Albert ..Beulah Haywood .........Erma Ran STORY OF THE PLAY This play is about the laughable adventures of Deacon Dubbs, who visits his nephew, Amos Coleman. Amos is in love with Rose Raleigh, a school teacher, whose past life has been somewhat of a mystery and whose little farm is to be sold under foreclosure of a mortgage held by the Empire State Trust Co. Their representative, Rawdon Crawley, discovers iron ore, and decides to bid on the place. The auctioneer, Major McNutt, likes a drink now and then, so he puts some bottles in the cooler. These are broken when Deuteronomy, the hired man, puts ice in the cooler, and when the Deacon drinks the mixture he becomes so jolly that he pushes Crawley in the well and buys the farm for Rose. In the second act, Rose has consented to marry Amos, after learning that Raw’don Crawley, to whom she has been secretly married, is dead. The deacon has been smitten by the charms of Miss Philipena Popover, Rose’s housekeeper, and tries to propose to her in a funny scene, many tricks being played on them by Trixie Coleman, the village cut-up. Rawdon Crawley turns up and interrupts the wedding, but is arrested by the deacon. In act three, Rawdon escapes from jail, but is killed in a railroad accident. The deacon puts the ring on Miss Philipena’s finger after many interruptions, and proposes a honeymoon for four back to old Sorghum Center. Much additional comedy is furnished by the efforts of the Swede hired girl, Yennie, to make Deuteronomy, the hired man, propose. Also by the bibulous Major McNutt, the pranks of Trixie Coleman, and actions of Emily Dale. 4 I Cardinal Staff EDITOR-IN-CHIEF - - - - ENNIS PEASE LITERARY EDITOR...............ERMA RAU BUSINESS MANAGER - HAROLD DRESBACH ASSOCIATE BUS. MGR. FORREST WENTWORTH ADVERTISING EDITOR FLOSSIE HAYWOOD ART EDITOR - - MIRIAM BAUMGARTNER ATHLETIC EDITOR CHARLES WINEGARNER JOKE EDITOR • - - LEWIS WINEGARNER 43 44 Athletics Athletics is a part of the school curriculum that has been long neglected in relation to the average country and village boy and girl. We have long taken it for granted that they would get enough exercise in running the many errands upon the farm. Then the war came on and we, the farm population, found that our boys were woefully weak as compared to the, so long called, “soft” city lad. School men and women all over the land found that they had been long neglecting a vital part of the life of our boys and girls, and they began immediately to remedy the defect. School has been long thot of as a place to learn facts. We, as the rising generation, believe that if school was for that only, we could as well get an encyclopedia and read it thru and thru, and get facts. We believe that the athletics of the school give us a part of training that we could never get in a classroom. It teaches us to control our temper and emotions. It teaches us to suffer defeat and come up stronger than ever. It teaches us fair play and self-reliance—things that we could never get in a classroom, and things that if we do not have, we will surely be failures in our dealings in the big, wide world that we will soon face. Baseball in the Warrensburg Community High School, during the fall term, proved to be a success. On our schedule of five games, we have three to our credit. The two others were lost by a very small margin. One game lost was the Kenney game at Kenney, and was played on their field. At the end of the ninth inning we were one run short. The other game lost was with Niantic on their field. Owing to weather conditions this spring we, at the time of going to press, have had no games, although three games have been cancelled on account of road conditions and rain. Our team this spring promises to be much stronger than last fall, and before the season is over, there will be doubtless more scalps on our belt than last fall. One of the most wholesome of all athletic games is basketball. Basketball is a game which demands good sportsmanship on the part of those who play. It develops the body physically, and causes one to have a desire for good, clean, and wholesome games. From our schedule of the season, do not be misled to believe that the season was anything but a success. From it the fellows became acquainted with a new kind of sport. They have learned to take defeat manfully in the individual game. Many of the larger scores were from larger schools who had more experience in the game than the local team had. Look for a stronger team next year, even in spite of the fact that three of the team graduates this year. Girls basketball proved to be of even more success than that of the boys. They played teams that were new, like themselves, at the game. We expect them to show up better next year even than they did this year. 3 Cotton, Coach Ireland, Major, C. Winegarner, Dresbach Schroeder Capt., Watkins, Wickline, Wentworth, Albert Spitser, Slonaker BASEBALL GAMES AND THOSE WHO WON Warrensburg vs. Kenney won by Warrensburg Warrensburg vs. Kenney won by Kenney Warrensburg vs. Latham won by Warrensburg Warrensburg vs. Niantic won by Niantic Warrensburg vs. Niantic won by Warrensburg I cannot think but that the world would be better and brighter if our teachers would dwell on the Duty of Happiness as well as the Happiness of Duty. —Avebury. He who goes down into the battle of life giving a smile for every frown, a cheery word for every cross one, and lending a helping hand to the unfortunate, is, after all, the best of missionaries. No use to hunt the happy days— They’re with you all the time; They’re loafin’ with you ’long the ways An’ singin’ in a rhyme. No use to search the world around An’ think they’re far and fleet; The brightest of ’em still are found In violets at your feet. The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself. —Hugo. 3 Spitser, Coach Nichols, Wickline Watkins, C. Winegarner Capt., Wentworth Slonaker, Cotton BASKETBALL AND SCORES Warrensburg ............. 3 Warrensburg .............39 Warrensburg ............. 9 Warrensburg .............12 Warrensburg .............14 Warrensburg .............13 Warrensburg ............. 9 Warrensburg .............13 Warrensburg .............21 Warrensburg .............11 Warrensburg ............ 14 Warrensburg ............—10 Warrensburg .............12 Warrensburg ..............- 8 Warrensburg ............ 15 Warrensburg 12 Argenta .................. Latham .................. 19 Chestnut ................ 13 Forsythe .................18 Kenney ..................—16 Niantic...................12 Kenney.............—......32 Waynesville ............. 34 Chestnut ............... 17 Macon ....................12 Niantic ................. 37 Macon ................... H Beason ................. 20 Argenta ..................20 Beason ...................25 Waynesville ..............45 47 Coach Carter, Phillips, Capt., Baumgartner, Fickes, B. Haywood Emrick, F. Haywood, Scott GAMES PLAYED, AND SCORES Warrensburg 1 Argenta 18 Warrensburg 24 Latham 9 Warrensburg 9 Argenta 6 Warrensburg 6 Chestnut 16 Warrensburg 24 Waynesville 18 Warrensburg 2 Waynesville 22 Warrensburg 24 Chestnut 17 The men whom I have seen succeed best in life have always been cheerful and hopeful men, who went about their business with a smile on their faces, and took the changes and chances of this mortal life like men, facing rough and smooth alike as it came. —Kingsley. To do something, however small, to make others happier and better, is the highest ambition, the most elevating hope, which can inspire a human being. —Avebury. Happiness depends on the taste, and not on the thing, and it is by having what we like, that we are made happy, and not by having what others consider likeable. Let us be content, in work, To do the thing we can, and not presume To fret because it’s little. 48 —Browning. SCHOOL CALENDAR Sept. 5—School begins. Twenty-eight pupils register. Sept. 7—Three new students. Sept. 13—Athletic Association formed. Baseball team organized. Sept. 17—First baseball game. Victory. Sept. 31—Too bad. School board and teachers defeat high school. Oct. 5—Weiner roast at Winegarner’s Lake. Watermelons. Oce. 12—Teachers’ Institute. A welcome holiday. Oct. 27—Elsie Lehn entertains in honor of her sixteenth birthday. Oct. 31—Black cats, witches, ghosts, all abroad. Masked Hallowe’en party. Nov. 10—First basketball game. Better luck next time. Nov. 11—Armistice Day. Mulligan stew and box social. Nov. 25—Miss Carter and Mr. Ireland go to Urbana conference. Dec. 2—Kid Day. Dolls, ribbons, all day suckers, and a--nurse- maid (??) Dec. 21—Tramp Day. The boys get it back on the girls. Jan. 9—Annual staff and class officers elected. Jan. 16—Skating party at Willard’s Lake. Moonlight, sleds, skates, weiners. Jan. 21—High school storms Rembrandt’s to have pictures taken. Do our boys like to ride on street cars? Ask them. Jan. 24—General scramble. Proofs received. Everyone seems to like to look at himself. Jan. 27—Hurrah! The class rings have come. Feb. 10 and 11—Safety First by our teachers. Feb. 15—Freshies and Sophs entertain Juniors and Seniors at Shet-tel’s Hall. “Do all fish bite?” March 2—Miss Muriel Murray and Mr. Albert S. Nichols were united in marriage at Springfield, Illinois. March 3—Last girls’ game. Of course they won. March 6—Is it an epidemic? Maude Williams is married. March 7—Last boys’ game of the season. March 20—Dad and Lad banquet. March 22—Sidney Cotton had his lesson. April 1-14—Practice—practice. April 6—Mr. Ireland got hit in the eye with the ball. April 14-15—Operetta, “Miss Cherry Blossom.” May 19 and 20—Senior class play. May 26—Baccalaureate sermon. June 1—Commencement. It’s all over. Backward, turn backward, O Time, in thy flight, Make us freshmen again, just for tonight. 49 4..—. FACT and FICTION Paul W.—“Now it is possible for one to talk without difficulty to another person who is across the sea.” A certain very bright senior gasped at this statement, and blurted out, “Why, why, they couldn’t hear each other that far, could they?” Teacher—“What is ratio?” Pupil—“Ratio is proportion.” Teacher—“What is proportion?” Pupil—“Proportion is ratio.” Teacher—“Well, then, what are proportion and ratio?” Pupil—“I can answer only one question at a time.” “WET” MEASURE Two pints, one Quart; One quart, one fight; One fight, two policemen; Two policemen, one judge; One judge, thirty days. ' W’burg, 111., Feb. 24, 1922 For value received, I hereby assign all my right, title and interest in Ennis Pease to Georgia Emrick. Beulah Haywood. Mr. Ireland—“When one becomes frightened, the heart and limbs beat faster.” 50 History Teacher— What can you tell us of the “Age of Elizabeth, Mr. Baum?” L. Baum (dreamily)— She’ll be eighteen next month, I think.” “Sid” Cotton wants to know who wrote Franklin’s autobiog-raphy. Miss C.— Now, if we were to divide this section into three paragraphs, where would the third one begin?” Miriam— W-where did the second one leave off?” H. D.— I wouldn’t mind going to Waynesville tonight if it wasn’t for the trip back.” H. w.— Oh, that’ll be the best part.” (Why, Harold!) E. P. (in physics)— What is the candle power of one candle?” “Jerry” (in science class)—“A vacuum is a-wh-er-it’s a place that-ah-er-I dunno; I’ve got it in my head, but I can’t get it out.” (Some head, eh?) Donna Fickes was seized by a violent fit of coughing just as Mr. Nichols came to a very critical and puzzling point in the explanation of a geometry problem. Mr. N. regarded this wonderlingly for a time, and then said: Well, Donna, I’m awfully sorry that it’s so hard to swallow; but it’s all true.” Mr. I. (in Comm. Geog.)—“The following things are involved in commerce: production, consumption—” (Loran W. waves his hand frantically). Loran W.— I thought that consumption was a kind of a disease.” Ike—“Say, ’ja hear ’bout Mr. Nichol’s brave deed down at Faith’s fire?” Mike— Naw; whut wuz it? I never knew that he wuz brave before.” Ike—“Why, he jest rushed right into that bernin’ house, and purty soon he come back out carryin’ a toy horse with one leg and its head broken off.” Junior—“What are the three most important heavenly bodies?” Freshie (promptly)—“The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.” When the boys’ singing class came to the words “Softly he held her white hands in his,” the music director paused a moment and asked, “Can you sing it softly?” One disgusted voice popped out, “It’s about as soft as possible now, isn’t it?” C. W.—“You seem to think you know all about concussion of the brain. Now, suppose that Omer and myself were to collide and bang our heads together. Should we get concussion of the brain? 51 L. A.—“Gee, but you’re slow in eating. I’ve had my dinner eaten for fifteen minutes.” C. W.—“But look what an advantage you’ve got on me.” “Barney” D.—“Omer might.” (Wow!) Georgia E.—“Say, is this the twenty-ninth or thirtieth day of February?” But for some trouble and sorrow we should never know half the good there is about us. —Dickens. Mi randy—“Dat son o you’se sho’ do look lak his daddy.” Aunt Mary—“He’s a puffect ca’bon copy.” He that bringeth sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from himself. Contentment consists not in great wealth, but in few wants. —Epictetus. L. A.—“An income tax is a tax on imports.” A man makes himself what he is, let his station in life be high or low. But he must have the opportunity. Tens of thousands are ruined by circumstances. There are not many soldiers who rise beyond the ranks. —Baldwin. One small cloud can hide the sunlight; Loose one string, the pearls are scattered; Think one thought, a soul may perish; Say one word, a heart may break. —Procter. 1 am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, But only to discover and to do, With cheerful heart, the work that God appoints. —Ingeloiv. Now, therefore, see that no day passes in which you do not make yourself a somewhat better creature; and in order to do that, find out first what you are now. Do not think vaguely about it; take pen and paper, and write down as accurate a description of yourself as you can, with the date to it. If you dare not do so, find out why you dare not. ... I do not doubt but that the mind is a less pleasant think to look at than the face, and for that very reason it needs more looking at; so always have two mirrors on your toilet-table, and see that with proper care you dress body and mind before them daily. After the dressing is once over for the day, think no more of it. I don’t want you to carry about a mental pocket-comb; only to be smooth braided in the morning. 51 —Ruskin. One Chance In Ten They say that nine man out of every ten underestimate their power and ability to accomplish. The tenth man wins. One man out of every ten saves money. One man out of every ten succeeds. Could the lesson he plainer? Uo you want to succeed? Of course you do. So do the other nine. But one out of the ten decides that he w ill work and save, and that one wins. You can do the same. Our bank is ready to open an account with you, and to offer you every encouragement. It is not an easy matter -to save money, but it is the price success demands. i I State Bank of Warrensburg WARRENSBURG, ILLINOIS t I Insurance LIFE HEALTH ACCIDENT FIRE AUTOMOBILE LIVE STOCK John Baumgartner, Agt. WARRENSBURG, ILLINOIS K. R. STAHL DEALER IN GRAIN Warrensburg, Illinois REUBEN HERROD Builders and General Hardware HARDWARE Poultry Supplies and American Fence WARRENSBURG, ILLINOIS C. A. Dresback’s C. A. MORROW Community and Rexall Store ART SHOP Drugs, Groceries, Gifts for the Graduate— Memory Books - Kodaks Home Supplies Stationery - Pictures Toilet Articles SPORTING GOODS Stationery Complete Outfits Service Baseball - Golf - Tennis — Developing and printing every day Warremburg, Illinois 112 E. Prairie St. Decatur, 111. Go to the Warrensbur Garage For— Goodyear, Firestone and Miller TIRES Correct Oxfords For 1922 Tithe accessories of all kinds Mobile Oil, Standard Gasoline Ford Parts, Storage Batteries Ainto Repairing Auto Livery Most people pay more attention to correcting foot ills after they happen than they do to keep from getting them. There are shoes that prevent foot troubles. And they are planned on various principles: which style for your feet depends on what your especial needs may be. We have expert shoe fitters, who will see that you get just the proper size, fit and style. H. P. Harpstrite Proprietor Rodgers Shoe Store Decatur, Illinois .—.— ------------- —-------------— 55 +— Simmen Peterson WE INVITE YOUR INSPECTION of the The Home of Floral Art New Model 0==3C=0 VICTROLAS The quality of our flowers are Cabinet Models, $103 up the choicest, and prices most reas- Our Player Pianos are onable. priced at S495 up 0=3 C=0 EMERSON PIANO HOUSE Phone Main 581 Decatur, III. 143-145 N. Main St. Decatur, III. BUCKLEY and FICKES Groceries, Meat and Bread Gent’s Furnishings Rubber Boots and Shoes QUALITY GROCERIES—SERVICE SATISFACTION We Thanh You for Your Patronage A Clean Store Prompt Service A Clean Stock A Square Deal PHONE 77 H. A. SHETTEL Dealer in JOHN DEERE Line of Farm Machinery WARRENSBLRG, ILLINOIS 1 56 The National Bank OF DECATUR Capital, Surplus and Profits, $585,000.00 A Service for Every Financial Need Decaturs Oldest National Bank SPORTING GOODS The Largest Stock in Central Illinois Big Reduction on Baseball Goods Special Prices on Team Equipment Morehouse and Wells Co. “THE BEST GRADE FOR THE BEST TRADE’’ DAUT BROTHERS FLORISTS FANCY CUT FLOWERS AND PLANTS 120 East Prairie St. DECATUR, ILLINOIS 57 Main 733 Fairview 109 HYGRADE on the Label HYGRADE in the Can Prepared by Warrensburg Canning Co. WARRENSBURG, ILL. H. Nottelmann and Son Buij ijour Lumber, Coal, Lime, Cement, Drain Tile, Paints and Oils Here WARRENSBURG, ILLINOIS SCHROEDER’S HARDWARE-HARNESS-HEATING We Sell— ■ ■ flft B —ware Supplies hir Goods are— Ml I I —to Beat 1 LA I I —W ear and i sa e Save Your— | | —Earned Cash by Coming to Our Store We invite you to step in and look over our full line of Cutlery and Electrical Goods Subscribe for The Warrensbur Times MRS. C. M. RITCHIE Editor and Publisher Blac smithing Horseshoeing General Work G. W. DISNEY Warrensburg, Illinois GO DR. MERTZ’ PRAYER Inasmuch as we have, to the best of our ability, relieved the ! physical discomfort of those who have called upon us when in j trouble, may they whom we have ministered unto have a deep-| seated, organic, and absolutely incurable conviction that doctors, j at the worst, are simply human. May they realize that the disease j known as “financial cramps” is no respecter of persons; that fre-j quent applications of kind words and good wishes, while pleasant j to take, do not in any way relieve the gripping sensations of a run-down monetary system, and that while all flesh is grass, it ! takes real Uncle Sam money to buy hay and gasoline. May they I to whose bedsides we have always promptly hastened when duty ! summoned, be suddenly and severely attacked with a softening of I the heart and a loosening of the purse-strings to the end that we, j their doctor, may be able to hold up our head in the presence of j our creditors. And to this end we most devoutly petition. BUCKLEY’S BILLIARD ROOM and CONFECTIONERY SODAS, ICE CREAM and CANDY CIGARS and TOBACCO Special Prices on Ice Cream for Lodges, Societies and Socials See me before you buy ELMER BUCKLEY, Warrensburg, Illinois The Home of Hart, Schaffner Marx Clothes and Smart Haberdashery Drobisch-Keiser Co. I i i 129 North Water St. Decatur, 111. Warrensburg Novelty Shop f oi- First Class Smithing and Machine Work. we repair anything with wheels, or without wheels. If you want something and don't know what it is, 44Ask Dad Sharpe—he’s got it” Farm Implements, Tractors, Threshers, Gas Engines, Steam Engines, Hullers, Shelters, 44And then” Oils and Greases, for your Automobile or Tractor, And Fords. Tires and Tubes, Timers and Sparks Plugs, and a few other things The Methodist Episcopal Church Extends to you a cordial invitation to each of its services and solicits your co-operation in Church and Community Betterment Gordon W aggoner, Pastor Warrensburg M. E. Church 62 A Square Deal When you buy or bring in Produce We want our Business THE Mercantile Co. Warrensburg, Illinois GO TO W. W. ALBERT’S IMPLEMENT STORE For Avery Tractors and I. H. Company horse-drawn implements. There is a size Avery Tractor and Grain Separator for every size farm and every kind of work. And in the I. H. Company implements, there are the McCormick and Deering Binders, Mowers, Twin Discs, Planters, Harrows, Cultivators, etc. I also handle a full line of power and electric washers, and lightning conductors. When in the village, stop in and see the best line of implements and washing machines on the market. I have them. Phone 1 or 72 Mutual Life of N. Y. Oldest Company in America [ Fred G. Thompson District Agent ______ 421-422 Millikin Bank Bldg. Decatur, Illinois Insurance Life, Fire, Automobile C. A. BAKER RESIDENT AGENT j Warrensburg, Illinois PHONE 74 ---------------------------------------I Mr. Farmer and Stockman I am ready at any hour to treat your livestock and poultry with the j best scientific methods, either med- j ical or surgical. Don’t wraste money J on patent dope, but have your sick j cases diagnosed and treated scientif- j ically. � : Immunize your swine against cholera with Pitman and Moore Serum j and Virus. Vaccinate your horses i against distemper, influenza, and J shipping fever. Test your cattle for j tuberculosis, wilich safeguards your • family against contaminated milk : and dairy products. Consult your local veterinarian. f He is interested in you and your live- : stock. Office in W. W. Albert’s Implement j Store. Yours for service, DR. L. G. CHALCROFT Graduate Licensed Veterinarian Phone 72 Warrensburg, 111. | 63 HAINES ESSICK BOOK AND ART STORE 217 North Water Street Decatur, Illinois Books School Books Wedding Invitations FIRST FLOOR Office Supplies Stationery Kodaks Novelties Visiting Cards BASEMENT Sporting Goods Sweaters - Sport Shces - Clothing Toys and Games Tennis Golf Baseball (all the year) Edison Phonographs Recital Hall SECOND FLOOR Gift Shop Novelties, Five Booths of all kinds THIRD FLOOR Repair Department—all makes Fountain Pens repaired Typewriters repaired—Phonographs repaired Tennis Rackets restrung C, H. 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