Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

Text from Pages 1 - 148 of the 1914 volume:

WORLD PRESS -JSntttss Mary Markwell Success! It is won by a patient endeavor. Energy’s fire, and the flame glow of Will; By grasping the chance with a “Now,' “Now or never!” Urging on, on! while the laggard stands still. Success! It is facing life's trials, undaunted; Fighting the present—forgetting the past; By trusting to hate, though for years she has taunted, And bearing Time’s scars; facing front, to the last! Success! Would you win it and wear its bright token? Smile and step out to the drummer's light lilt; Eight on till the last inch of sword-blade is broken; Then do not say die; fight on with the hilt. To Superintendent Arthur Wilson this volume is respectfully dedicated ARTHUR WILSON h. E. HOLMQUIST A. R. CAVANAUGH W. A. KING r. a. FOGLE L. J. CONDIT GEO. B. MILLER D. M. HAWLEY G. E. HUNTLEY IRA STINEMAN GOLDIE EAGLES GRACE YOUNG LUCRETIA RODELL E. E. SMITH MOLLIE BURNETT WILLIAM HUDSON Introductory Poem “Success-. . . . 2 Dedication ....................... 3 Faculty .......................... 4 Seniors .......................... 7 Juniors ......................... 23 Sophomores....................... 29 Freshmen......................... 33 Editorial ....................... 37 Literary......................... 43 Exchanges........................ 87 Athletics ....................... gg Debate—Declamation—Dramatics. 1 03 School Notes.....................106 Society ........................109 Music ............................no Alumni ............................m Locals ..........................112 Advertising ......................ng Class -itLithi Esse quam videri Class (Jfilntoer Pink Rosebud Class Cnlitrs Green and White FLOYD A. VAMMEN College Preparatory Course Business Manager of Quiniault 1914; Advertising Manager of Junior Issue of Ocean Breeze 1913; Athletic Ball Committee 1913; Circulation Manager of Ocean Breeze 1913; Business Manager of Ocean Breeze 1913; Athletic Association Treasurer 1914; Class Treasurer 1913-1914; Completed Course in three and one-half years. 10 Q U I N I A U L T THEODORE E. FAULK — College Preparatory Course; Entered A. H. S. Sept. 1912; A. H. S. Football 1912; A. H. S. Basket Ball 1912-’13, 1 913-’l4; A. H. S. Championship Football Team 1913; Indoor Class Track Team 1913-’14; Outdoor Class Track Team 1913; Winner of Basket Shooting Tournament 1914; Vice President of Athletic Association 1914; Local Editor Junior Issue 1913; Assistant Managing Editor Quiniault 19i4; Senior Reception Committee 1913; “Miss Imagination’’ Cast 1914; President Senior Class 1914. FLORENCE HOOK — Manual Arts Course; Athletic Dinner Committee 1911; Girls’ Basket Ball Team 1911-1912; Athletic Ball Committee 1912; Ocean Breeze Dinner Committee 1912; Football Reception Committee 1912; Athletic Ball Committee 1913; Class Editor for Ocean Breeze 1913; Junior Prom Committee 1913; Junior Reception Committee 1913; Football Reception Committee 1913; Class Vice-President 1914; “Seniors-School” Party Committee 1914; Staff of Quiniault 1914; Member of “Miss Imagination’’ cast 1914; Completed course in three and one-half years. W. GEORGE HALFERTY—General Course; Class Basket Ball 1911-1914; A. H. S. Football Team 1912-1913; Track Team 1912-1913; “For Old Yale’ Cast 1913; Athletic Board of Control 1914; Senior Ball Committee 1914; Quiniault Staff 1914; Member of “Miss Imagination’’ Cast 1914. ELIZABETH MARGARET NELSON —Scientific Course. O U I N I A U L T 11 HOMER B. CROS S—Scientific Course; Football, First Team 1912 and 1913, Captain 1913; Second Team 1910 and 1911, Capt. 1911; Track 1 912-'1 3-’ 1 4; Basket Ball 191 l-’l 2, 1912-’l 3, 1913-’ 1 4. President Athletic Association 1914; President Senior Class First Semester; Executive Board 1911; Senior Class Play Cast 1913; Member Quartette 1913 and School Orchestra; Class Basket Ball 191 l-’l 2, Captain; Class Track Team 1 91 2-’13-’l 4, Captain 1913; Chairman Senior Dance Committee; Vice President of Senior (’lass 1913; Bocal Editor Ocean Breeze 1913-’14. RUTH LOCKE — General Course; Completed course in three years. CARL KEIL—General Course; Entered A. H. S. 1913; Football Team 1913. MARGUERITE THOMPSON — Commercial Course; Class Secretary 1912; Class Editor of Ocean Breeze 1913-1914. 12 Q U I N I A U L T ED G. WILLIKSON—Genera}Course; C'lass Treasurer 1912-1913; Class President 1912-1913; Class Basket Ball Team 1912; Class Track Team 1912-1913-1914; Captain of Class Base Ball 1912; Ocean Breeze Board of Control 1912-1914; Athletic Editor of Ocean Breeze 1912-1914; Athletic Editor of Quiniault 1914; Executive Committee A. A. 1912-1913; Athletic Carnival 1912; A. H. S. Football Tefim 1912-1913; Basket Ball Team 1912-1914; Track Team 1914; Member of “Miss Imagination” 1914; Completed course in three and one-half years. GLADYS DRAPER — Commercial Course. OLIVE ESSON—General Course; Entered A. H. S. 1913. FRED FREEMAN—College Preparatory Course; Class Secretary 1913; Associate Editor of Ocean Breeze 1913; Local Oratorical Contest 1913; Advertising Manager of Quiniault 1914; Member of “Miss Imagination” Cast 1914. Q U I N I A U L T i3 THOMAS E. WILLIKSON—Scientific Course; Class Basket Ball 1911-’12-’13; Basket Ball 1 91 2-'13-’l4; Captain Basket Ball 1914; Athletic Ball Committee 1912; Class Track Team 1912; Class Basket Ball 1912. HELEN E. HARRIS—College Preparatory Course. RUTH CATHERINE HUNTER — Classical Course; Entered A. H. S. 1913. RALPH L. INGEBRIGTSEN—Scientific Course; A. H. S. Football Team 1911-’13-’14; Class Basket Ball Team 1913-’14; Member of “Strongheart” Cast 1912; President of Athletic Association 1913; Class Secretary 1914; Senior Ball Committee 1914; Member of “Miss Imagination” Cast 1914. Q U I N I A U L T HAROLD EMERY MOULTON—College Preparatory Course; Class Treasurer 1911; Class Secretary 1912; Ocean Breeze Staff Junior Issue 1913; Circulation Manager of Quiniault 1914. ROSALINE BRACH VOGEL—College Preparatory Course; Senior Reception Committee 1912; Ocean Breeze Dinner Committee, Ocean Breeze Staff 1914; Member of “Miss Imagination” Cast 1914; Completed Course in three and one-half years. ELMER PETERSON — Scientific Course; Football Team 1913; Class Basket Ball 1913-191 4; Class Baseball 1912. ELLEN ALMIRA SEMMEN—Manual Arts Course; Athletic Dinner Committee 1911; Quiniault Staff 1914. Q UINIAULT 15 JOE SCHNEIDER—College Preparatory Course; Class President 1911; Class Secretary 1912; Circulation Manager of Ocean Breeze 1913; Board of Control 1911; A. H. S. Football Team 1914; Class Track Team 1914. BERNICE GARNE R—General Course; Completed Course in three and one-half years. JOHN M. MURCHISON — Genera! Course; Entered A. H. S. 1913; Class Basket Ball Team 1914; Class Track Team 1914; Member of “Miss Imagination” Cast 1914. LINDA NELSON—College Preparatory Course; Ocean Breeze Class Editor 1911-1912; Class Vice President 1912; Secretary Board of Control 1912-1913; Class Secretary 1913; Board of Control 1913-1914; Captain of Girls’ Basket Ball Team 1913; High School Chorus Accompanist 1912-1914; Staff of Ocean Breeze 1912-1913; Associate Editor of Ocean Breeze 1913; Member of “Miss Imagination Cast. QUI NI AULT 16 CEDRIC GREENE—General Course; Class Treasurer 1913; President of Student Body 1913; Football Team 1914; Class Basket Ball Team 1911-1914. MARTHA GLEASO N—General Course. HATTIE ANDERSON—College Preparatory Course. LORENE LINN—Scientific Course; High School Accompanist 1911; Senior - School Party Committee 1914; Member of Girls’ Basket Ball Octette 1913-1914. Q U I N I A U L T 17 GORDON SPOON—Scientific Course; Football 1912-’13; Track 1912- ’13-14 DOROTHY PEARSON — Scientific Course. HELEN M. WILSON — Scientific Course. FLAVIA M. REID—Scientific Course; Athletic Dinner Committee 1911; Ocean Breeze Dinner Committee 1912; Junior Reception Committee 1913; Athletic Ball Committee 1913; Football Reception Committee 1913; Junior Reception Committee 1913; Member of “Miss Imagination’’ Cast 1914; Completed course in three and one-half years. g U I N I A U L T MARY CLAIRE CARTER—Scientific Course; Class Ssrgeant-at-arms 1912-’13-'l 4; Junior Prom Committee 1914; Senior-School Party Committee 1914; Ocean Breeze Dinner Committee 1912; Member of “Miss Imagination Cast 1914; Completed Course in three and one-half years. BEULAH JANE MAY — Scientific Course; Member of “Miss Imagination Cast 1914. VICTOR LINDBERG—Manual Arts Course; Class Track Team 1912; Class Base Ball 1913; Circulation Manager of Junior Issue 1913. ESTHER V. AXLAND—College Preparatory Course. Q U I N I A U L T MARJORIE MAY GREENE—Scientific Course; Athletic Dinner Committee 1911; Quiniault Staff 1914; Chairman Ocean Breeze Board of Control 1913-1914. MERTICE TOWNE—College Preparatory Course; Staff of Ocean Breeze and Quiniault 1914; Entered A. H. S. 1911. WELSEY SCHUMACHER — College Preparatory Course; Class Basket Ball Team 1911-’12-’13-’14; A. H. S. Football Team 1911-’12-’13; Vice President of Athletic Association 1912. SARAH MIDDLETON—College Preparatory Course; Staff of Junior Issue 1913; Member of “Miss Imagination” Cast 1914; Completed course in three and one-half years. 20 QUlNIAULT Senior Class History GENESIS Chapter I. 1. In the beginning, in the year of Our Lord nineteen hundred ten, there entered into the wilderness a new tribe. 2. And it was large, and great in numbers. 3. Behold, this tribe came to be known as Freshmen, after the manner of the times. 4. And this tribe had for its chief judge a certain noble member of the high and mighty council, and the name of the judge w as called Schneider. 5. The tribe waxed strong under his watchful eye. Chapter II. 1. Lo, all the tribes in the wilderness did how down to this powerful one. 2. And behold, the prowess of this tribe in Athletics was the prowess of many Sampsons. 3. Verily, this tribe did possess mjore Solons and Solomons than any other. 4. Then said the mighty council, “Lo, this tribe is not a dead one and shall be further heard from.” Chapter III. 1. And it came to pass, in their lack of wisdom, that the other tribes did seek to conquer this chosen one. 2. But, alas, their efforts wrere in vain. 3. Some, hold in spirit, did attempt to intimidate the mighty band, but behold, their efforts were as a lamb against a lion. 4. And the tribe looked neither to the right nor to the left, but continued its march with steadfastness. FIRST CHRONICLES Chapter I. 1. And time went on and a year was done. 2. Behold, the tribe came to be called Sophomores. 3. And lo, a new ruler ascended, who was great in the eyes of all, and his name was called Jones. QUI N 1 AULT 21 Chapter II. 1. And in the same year, certain plagues were inflicted upon the tribe to test their courage and valor. 2. And the plagues came about in this wise: 3. Lo, a certain sport called basket ball was indulged in, and, woe is me! another tribe proved more powerful. 4. And alas! the favored people did lose the championship by two scores. 5. Then did the tribe vow this terrible revenge. 6. It shall come to pass, that the children of the chosen shall be as lions in the fight and shall be champions above all others. Chapter III. 1. And many and grievous were the plagues added unto these. 2. But the mighty council harkened not unto its groanings, but hardened their hearts against them. 3. Then the tribe did mightly rise above these trials, and were strengthened by their tribulations. SECOND CHRONICLES Chapter I. 1. Behold, a year had passed, and new tribes entered the wilderness and did weakly oppose the Junior tribe, and its supremacy soon became more unquestioned than before. 2. Lo, the patriarch who did rule so wisely and well in the last year was succeeded by a new chieftain and his name was called Willik-son, and the tribe prospered under his sway. Chapter II. 1. Then did the tribe in most solemn council, decree to publish a pamphlet which was to be called the “Junior Issue.’' 2. The scribes who should record these acts were duly chosen, and the work progressed steadily. 3. Verily we say unto you, the Junior Issue was successful in that it paid for itself. 4. And lo, the tribe was justly proud, it was the first pamphlet published by the children of tribulation since their coming into their new habitation. Chapter III. 1. And lo, the days of wondering and strife were nearly over, and the promised land was in sight. 2. Behold, a tribe crossed the river with its stormy billows, and came out of the wilderness of petty strifes with other tribes. 3. And lo, they became Seniors, to whom all things were possible. 22 QUINIAULT EXODUS Chapter I. 1. Lo, the tribe rules, and is acknowledged superior of everyone except the mighty council. 2. Behold, the chief patriarch was called Faulk, and more than before does the tribe wax great. Chapter II. 1. Alas, woe is me; for even in the promised land do grievances arise. 2. Behold, many powerful tribes did oppose our bold warriors in the combat called football. And our eyes were red with weeping, and great was our apprehension. 3- For verily one powerful tribe did issue a solemn statement. 4. Verily according to the law of Medes and Persians which changeth not it is decreed: 5. That the tribe known as A. H. S. shall in no wise possess the championship until they have defeated the worthy tribe called Hoquiam. 6. And lo, our warriors are equipped and all is made ready. Chapter III. 1. The combat is fought and certain ones of the illustrious tribe, because of their great prowess, excel all others. Chapter IV. 1. Behold, the vow of revenge is fulfilled for the worthy tribe of 1914 is Champion of the year in football. 2. And the score is wiped out, and the prophecy came to pass. Chapter V. 1. Farewell, brethren, for the tribe passes. 2. The days go on and the worthy members of the tribe shall prosper. 3. For verily, the ancient prophecy of the council shall be heard from more than before. 4. For behold, its members shall be great men and rule nations. 5. And they shall be wise law-makers and mighty. 6. And the fame of 1914 shall never end. Chapter VI. 1. Behold, the Jordan is crossed, and the tribe is on dry land, and about to enter a new country. 2. Many are the dangers to beset their future journey. 3. Yet, although the obstacles be even as mountains they shall climb ever and surmount them. 4. Yea, they shall become as the salt of the earth, and shall flourish as a palm tree in an oasis, and their good deeds shall never cease. M. T. ’14. A. G. S. ’14 24 QUIN! AULT Junior Officers Marshall Reid, Pres. Rena Milette,Vice Pres. Ruby Johnston, Sec. Frank Heikkila, Treas. Junior Class Roll ARTHUR ANDERSON ARDEN WALKER AURVILLA M’GREGOR CLARENCE BURGER CELIA CAHN ERCEL GOEHREND EMILY SPINNING EDWIN WILSON ELLEN GEILAND FRANK HEIKKILA FLORENCE KOLTS FRANCES KOLTS FRANCES DOUGLAS GUY MORGAN GLENN O’DELL HARRY THOMAS HELENA ELWAY HAROLD NARRANCE HAROLD INGEBRIGTSEN WILL JENNIE IVANA JOE KEITH LOUISE FINCH LESLIE THOMPSON MARY HEIKKILA MABEL GROVES MARIE O'HARE MARSHALL REID MINNIE PENN MINNIE MAPES MARCIA PECKHAM NEVA BELL OSCAR MADISON RAYMOND VASBINDER RENA MILETTE RUPERT GARRISON RUBY JOHNSTON STANLEY DeLOSH TED BRACHVOGEL LANDERS Class Colors: Crimson and White CLASS OF 1915 26 QUINIAULT Junior Class History N THE morning of September 5, nineteen hundred eleven, thirty-seven timid Freshmen were assembled in room nine under the careful supervision of Mr. Holmquist. After the usual confusion caused by Freshmen entering wrong rooms, etc., we settled down to such hard work that some of the more skeptical and more experienced teachers were of the opinion that it could not endure. But we think that time has proved that they were wrong in their surmises. It was not until two months had passed that we gained enough confidence in ourselves to organize a class. With the assistance of Roberts’ Rules of Order and under the direction of Mr. Holmquist, we elected the following class officers: President, Edwin Wilson; Vice-president, Clarence Caldwell; Secretary, Edward Holmer, and Treasurer, Celia Cahn. The following January we were joined by the lower Freshmen, who increased our number to fifty. Four of our classmen, namely Clarence Caldwell, Amelia Pearson, Frances Douglas, and Minnie Mapes represented our class in the Chehalis County Triangular Debate while Olga Lempi was one of the most successful players on the girls’ basket-ball team. Near the close of the year we participated in our first picnic. It is needless to say that it was a grand event when one morning we sailed off on the Steamer Champion for Westport, as the chosen company of the Seniors, although they enjoyed their picnic at North Jetty and insisted that we should go on to Westport, and also that they should have sole right to the upper deck of the boat. But, alas, for them, it rained; but, like sympathetic Freshmen we allowed them to share the lower deck with us. With the aid of the many delicacies prepared by the girls, and the boys, ours was indeed an enjoyable time. We returned home none the worse for our experience with the exception of nothing more serious than freckles and sunburn. SOPHOMORE YEAR We began our second year with much more spirit and enthusiasm than was displayed the first year, which may be attributed to the fact that we were no longer “the” under classmen. Q U I N I A U L T 27 We entertained the incoming Freshmen with a marshmallow roast which was a great success. A large number were present and the party lasted until a late hour. The purpose of the entertainment was to further the “get acquainted spirit” in the High School. We were the only class to have a literary society, and on April the thirtieth a well rendered and pleasing program was offered by various members of the class. Mr. Miller favored us with a short selection dealing with the great economical question. It was during our second year that we procured class pennants, which were both novel and pretty. Our class officers for this year were; President, Marie O'Hare; Vice-president, Joe Keith: Treasurer, Florence Kolts, and Secretary, Minnie Mapes. Once more we were embarked on the Steamer Champion for the favored village of Westport. This picnic was again held in co-operation with the Senior class who respected our dignity much more than did the previous Senior class. The day was beautiful and everyone enjoyed the early morning ride and also a long walk on the beach. The girls with the aid of Mr. Holmquist and a few of the more thoughtful boys, prepared the “eats” of which there was a great abundance. After the luncheon was over some of the more ambitious classmen betook themselves to the beach, while the more languid ones were content with lounging in the sand and with picking violets. However, some of these less ambitious ones were gallant enough to help themselves to some of the superfulous luncheon belonging to the Seniors, which they had very carefully put away with the idea of partaking of an evening repast. About the time we were ready to return home a shower of rain greeted us, but to people who had been enjoying themselves it was of no major consequence. It lasted but a few minutes, however, and the ride home in the evening was extremely enjoyable. A happy but tired crowd of students hurried from the boat to their homes. JUNIOR YEAR At last we have arrived at that delightful state of Juniorism. We began the year with great spirit and with a firm resolve to make up by other means those honors which we had not received in athletics. The second week of school the following class officers, who had proved to be very competent, were elected; President, Marshall Reid; Vice-president, Rena Milette; Treasurer. Frank Heikkila, and Secretary, Ruby Johnson. 28 QUINIAULT Of the three officers of the student body, two are members of our class, namely, Marshall Reid and Minnie Mapes. The Junior Prom was a great credit to us, as it was without doubt the most successful that has ever been given. A great deal of painstaking and time were devoted to it. We were, for the first time, represented on the football team by Guy Morgan and Harold Inglebrigtsen. Will Landers acted as the manager. Rena Milette was elected secretary of the Athletic Association for the second semester. The Junior Girls’ Basketball team has shown itself as being composed of skillful players. Minnie Mapes represents us in a most gratifying way on the Debating Team. We received our class pins early in the second semester and we're all very much pleased with them. The Junior Issue of the Ocean Breeze was the best edition of the year and the financial results were extremely pleasing. Edwin Wilson as the Editor-in-chief certainly showed great skill in his management of it. We are already beginning to feel a small portion of the responsibility which will rest upon us as Seniors, and feel that we will be able to fill that position with due amount of honor. 0 3° Q U I N I A U L T Sophomore Officers Phillip Halfcrty, Pres. Douglas McKenna,Vice Pres. Irene Crary, Sec. Cecil Turk, Treas. Sophomore MARY BOWES LAWRENCE HOPKINSON DOROTHY BOUTYETTE EUGENE POTTER ELLA OLSEN DOUGLAS M'KENNA HILMA MARKKULA ADDIE M’GELTON DORA JONES GLADYS GRIMES JULIA REMMELMEYER URSULA HERMANN MARY BODNER EDNA FAGREUS WILLIAM WORDEN CORA BRADLEY PHILLIP HALFERTY AUGUST IVANA RUTH WALLER HENRY ANDERSON IMA HOGAN IRENE CRARY JULIA MADISON LALA GUY LOIS YOUNG PERCY BOUTYETTE Class Roll ALBERT PERSSON DEWEY WILSON EDWIN IIOBI LESTER ROWLAND JOHN SHAW EDWARD YODER GUS ADAMS PAUL HUNTER JOE PENN CARRIE GARMAN ELIZABETH GREENE HINMAN HARRIS GEORGE ARNOLD DICK HOOK WINIFRED PAINE MARGUERITE LOOMIS CORNELIA MITCHELL KATHERINE MOIR PEARL LINDSTROM THOMAS O'HARE ADOLPH NORIN RALPH VAMMEN MILDRED GERHARDT CECIL TURK 1NA AVEN KATHLEEN GRAHAM IRWIN PINCKNEY Class Colors: Maroon and White CLASS OF 1916 32 GUI NIAULT Sophomore Class History According to the verdict given by the High School students in 1912, it was another case of the “greenest of the green. ’ when our present Sophomore class made their debut into High School life. We claim, however, that we were not all so green, as they gave us credit for, as part of our class spent the eighth grade year in the High School, and was very kindly admitted to the majority of the school assemblies held that year. We soon found out that our good times in Room 22 were over, and our class joined the upper “Freshies” at the beginning of the year, and settled down to work. The two classes together formed an unusually large and promising class. Irwin Pinckney immediately distinguished himself in football, and speedily became the “shining athletic star” of our class. We had a splendid representation in basket ball by Gus Adams, Irwin Pinckney, Joe Penn, Cecil Turk and Douglas McKenna. The girls entered into the class spirit also, helping the boys, financially, in buying their sweaters. Our Sophomore year has been very successful from beginning to end. At the class meeting held the first of the year, the officers were elected as follows: Phillip Halferty, President; Douglas McKenna, Vice President; Irene Crary, Secretary, and Cecil Turk, Treasurer. We also decided, at this meeting, to give a reception to the entering Freshman Class. This reception was held at the old “gym,” in the latter part of September. This year, class dues have all been paid promptly. We were again splendidly represented in athletics by Irwin Pinckney, Gus Adams, Douglas McKenna, Edwin Hobi, Cecil Turk and Joe Penn. No class meeting of any importance was held, with the exception of the one held on May 15. at which we settled our affairs concerning the class picnic and class cuts in the Quiniault. We also decided to accept the Seniors invitation to attend the annual class picnic with them, and to leave them to decide the time and place. They decided on Westport, on May 23. We went on the Harbor Belle. The year has for us been a great improvement over our Freshman year, and with such a large class of willing, ambitious workers and plenty of grit and determination to make good, we feel sure that our Junior and Senior years will be big successes. “Oh do not pray for easy lives, Pray to be stronger men Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers Pray for powers equal to your tasks.”—Phillip Brooks. E. G. 34 Q U I N I A U L T Freshman Officers Paul Vernon, Pres. Dorothy Watson,Vice Pres. Doris Wilcox, Sec. Eric Strommer, Treas. Freshman Class Roll WILLIAM AXLAND JOE FOX DENNIS GREEN RUSSELL LINN ARTHUR ROSS CYRUS WILLIKSON LORA BECK MAY BIRMINGHAM DOROTHY BORDEN GERTRUDE BROWN THELMA DRAPER LI LET H GRAHAM LOUISE IIESSIG LEONORE HOFFMAN MARIE HUTCHINSON RUTH JUDSON LOUISE KUCHNICH LILLIAN MILETTE MARTHA PEARSON THELMA SHUTT ADA VANUCIE EDNA VANUCIE CATHERINE MILLER JOSEPHINE M- N A M E E (’LARA ROSENBERG ELLEN ANDERSON-MARIE ROBINSON FLORENCE LUND MAUDE FITZGERALD LORETTA WELLS LITY ANDERSON HORTENSE AC'HEY FRANCES BLOMQUIST MARTHA MIDDLETON GERTRUDE GOEHREND Class Colors: SARAH IVANA SARAH ELWAY DOROTHY WATSON HENRY (’ALLISON SIDNEY HYATT CLARA WARWICK IRENA GREENE MARTHA NELSON-LORE NTZ MATTILA MARION CRARY DORIS WILCOX BRUCE ELLIS ALBERTA PRENTICE GOLDIE GRAHAM RAY ASHLEY HARRY MARTIN ARTHUR MACKEY WILL HOLLOWAY BERTRAND ACKEY ERIC STROMMER GEORGE HINTON PAUL VERNON PERCY CORNER HAROLD MESSER CARL MAYRES WILL HUGO KENNETH HILL CHARLES CRE1GH WALTER MURPHY MARY DONOVAi HELEN TAYLOR JEANETTE HOGAN MILDRED FOELKNER JESSIE JONES IRENE WOODWARD Orange and Black CLASS OF 1917 QUINiAULT 36 Freshman Class History We, the Class of ’17, do herewith announce that we have survived the Freshman year in High School, that time of pride and terror, which we have looked eagerly forward to ever since we first began to lug big, red apples and small bouquets to teachers way hack in the primary school. It may be that those who had gone before us wished to frighten us. At any rate they poured into our credulous ears such tales of horrors which we should encounter, that for weeks before the opening of school we were haunted night and day by dreadful apparitions. When at last the fatal day arrived and we came for the first time into these halls of learning, we came fearfully, wide-eyed and suspicious. But lo! there were no dreadful glaring-eyed “Things” which we had so dreaded, and that “Marvelous Being,” the Upper Classman, went by without a single moment's notice of us. Slowly it dawned upon us that we were to be ignored, and, after recovering from the shock, we went our way rejoicing and feeling a deep sympathy for the hero of the moving picture show who is rescued from a terrible fate, just “in the nick of time.” Thus began the year through which we have endeavored to take one humble part in the activities of the A. H. S. As a class we have tried to prove our worth and sincerely hope that we have done so. We have been represented in both oratory and debate. The first prize in the local declamatory contest went to Sarah Elway, while Marion Crarv represented 11s on the debating team. In Athletics, while we have not been particularly successful, none will deny that the Freshmen are plucky and possess that quality sometimes called “stick-to-it-ive-ness.” We have held four class meetings. The first was rather “irregular” and was chiefly characterized by impassioned appeals to Principal Miller as to how we should proceed. Officers were elected but the entrance of the ’17% class in midyear necessitated another election. One issue which we put off for some time was the choosing of class colors, as there was considerable difference of opinion. But at last a meeting was called and a decision reached. The colors chosen were orange and black. At the same meeting it was decided to purchase sweaters for the basket ball team. The officers elected were: President, Paul Vernon: Vice President. Dorothy Watson; Secretary, Doris Wilcox; Treasurer, Eric Strommer; Sergeant-at-arms, Bertrand Ackey. Swiftly now our Freshman year is drawing to a close; soon our allotted “green” time will he over and next September we will return to show our superiority over the newest class even as we have been shown. Thus with this threat of vengeance to be wreaked upon our innocent successors and with all due respect to our mighty predecessors, we, the Freshnuen, close our narrative. M. C. Q U I N I A U L T 37 STAFF Editor-in-chief........Alex Swaney '14 Associate Editor, Dwight Wellington '14 Managing Editor... .Floyd Vammen '14 Ass't Managing Editor...Ted Faulk '14 Advertising Managers................. Fred Freeman 'l l, Carl Weatherwax '14 Circulation Manager, Harold Moulton '11 Athletics..........Edward Willikson '14 Society................Florence Hook '14 Literary...............Mertice Towne '14 School Notes........Marjorie Greene 'l l Music.................Linda Nelson '14 Exchange Editor.....Ellen Semmen '14 Alumni................Russell Mack '12 Staff Photographer, George Halferty '14 Staff Artist.........Marshall Reid '14 Locals...........Elizabeth Nelson '14 Locals..............Herbert Creech '14 Junior Editor.........Marie O’Hare '15 Sophomore Editor, Elizabeth Greene '16 Freshman Editor.......Marion Crary '17 GRADUATION T LAST the time has arrived! For four long years filled with the joys and troubles of school life we have awaited the day which is now at hand. We are glad, yet when we stop to contemplate what it means to us, we are filled with a vexation which we cannot begin to describe. We know not what it is, yet it is there. It may he that in all this time of work and study we have looked forward to the day when we shall he free and independent of the rule of teachers, and of the terribly dull routine of study. But, alas! we are just beginning to realize that the teachers were lax in their discipline and our studies were not what they should have been. Could we but impart our school experience and what knowledge we have to the under classmen, how much more efficient young men and women the high schools would turn out. But we are leaving, and the past is gone, and our outlook now is to the future. Some of us may at once wrestle with this great world for maintenance of life and home. Others will depart to our great colleges and universities, to he sheltered by their friendly walls for years, learning to solve deeper and more complex problems of life. And g U 1 N I A C L T 3« thus it is on through life, each shall wend his weary way to fame, success and glory, or to poverty, piivation and shame. But as we leave the great halls of our institutions of learning and even the friendly doors of our little high school let us he able to distinguish right from wrong, and as the tempter passes by, shut him from without our vision. And as the decision of hate singles us out into rich and poor, let us not, as we see one of our more unfortunate schoolmates, pass him by. But. as we mingle together with the entangling threads of Life treat our comrades with the same open, frank and friendly manner, as we once did in the days of alma mater, the Aberdeen High School. Each human heart has some dear wish unfilled, ith rosy hopes each youthful soul is thrilled; My earnest prayer, O Graduate, for you, Is that your cherished hopes come fondly true. May not your usefulness in life depart Until the noblest longings of your heart Be blessed with that abundance, justly meet. Which makes life s heavy burden doubly sweet. DEDICATION I am asked by the management of the Quiniault to write a word concerning Superintendent Arthur Wilson, to whom this volume is dedicated. I he task is at once an easy and a pleasant one. In the act of dedicating this annual the Class of 1914 bestows honor upon the recipient, but in so doing it honors itself. Superintendent Wilson is a product of the schools of Iowa. He passed through the common schools of that state and received the degree of Ph. B. from Cornell College. For thirteen years he worked as High School Principal and City Superintendent in Iowa and Nebraska. In the fall of 1907 Mr. Wilson came to Aberdeen as principal of the High School and the following year was elected to the superintendency of the city schools. For the past seven years he has given himself to the service of the schools of this city. Mr. Wilson is one of the most loyal school men I ever knew. He has always been found to be true to his teachers, his colleagues and his friends. He possesses a high ideal of justice and right and nothing will swerve him from what he believes to be right. He has won a high and generous recognition in the educational field of the state and has made a host of ardent friends and admirers among the people of this city. “No selfish motives prompt his acts, No egotistic strife; But garlanded around his name We read, ‘A helpful life.’ ” G. B. M. Fred Freeman, Advertising Manager Carl Wcatherwax, Advertising Manager Harold Moulton, Circulation Manager Ted Faulk, Asst. Business Manager Alex. Swaney, Editor-in-Chief Floyd Vammen, Business Manager 40 QUINI AULT ADVICE There are numerous and sound reasons why the school annual, the Quiniault, should be published by the Junior class. In the past we understand that it has always been published by the graduating class. Heretofore the annual has always been put off until the last month or two.of school. It seems to be the fault of no one in particular, but of the Senior class as a whole for not attending to the matter sooner. When only two months and generally less time is given to the collection of material, and the general supervision, everything is in haste and sometimes material has to be accepted when it really has no right to blacken the pages of the annual. As it is now, it requires a great deal of haste and hustle on the part of everybody concerned to get the class pictures and individual pictures ready to send away to have the cuts made. This certainly requires a great deal of time. If the engraver is advised to rush, his workmanship cannot possibly be as good, and when the annual is printed the cuts form a greater interest than anything else that could be put in the annual. In the past, complications have arisen in the financial department, which have proven very unfortunate. By the fault of the staff in not getting the annual out earlier, school has closed before all the advertising was collected and the subscriptions were not paid; in general the financial end has gone without any attention whatever after the closing of school in June. Had not the school authorities taken the matter up and settled the different claims, they probably would never have wholly been paid. Some of the students in the past have collected the subscriptions and advertising on a commission, on account of the proper officials having graduated and left school. All of this work requires and should have a considerable amount of time to be accomplished, and this time the Seniors have not. At the time of the school year when the Quiniault is being prepared by the staff for publishing, it proves to be the busiest part of the school year; for the Seniors, in fact the busiest part of the four years in high school. It is at this time there are parties and dances given in honor of the graduating class. The Senior play with its numerous rehearsals; also the sending out of announcements and the general hurry and scurry which always precedes such an event as graduation takes up a great deal of precious time. And last but not least should be mentioned the required duty of keeping up our studies that we may not be invited to remain another semester. It is because of all these things that we wish to suggest a change in the regular procedure of publishing the Quiniault. Our suggestion is that it be made a Junior annual, the staff consisting of third year students with an editor for each of the other classes, as it is at the present time. The Junior class may dedicate it to the one whom the staff thinks justly deserves it, but we think it would be no more than than just or proper to dedicate it to the graduating class. A further part of our suggestion is that the editor-in-chief be elected and the staff appointed just after the beginning of school in the fall, and that work on the annual be started immediately and QUINIAULT 4i continued so that the Quiniault could be printed and ready to be distributed at the beginning of the second semester. By adopting this plan all of the sub-editors would have an abundance of time to collect material and write up their several topics, and having more time in which to compose and write, will have papers which otherwise would not be as good. The Seniors will have under this plan plenty of time to have their pictures taken and the cuts made; and the engraver, not having to rush his work, will turn out better results. As to the material, time will give a larger assortment of stories, essays and locals, which can be sifted down and the very best obtained. We do not wish to have the Juniors think that they are under obligations to us to accept this advice, but we do wish our Quiniault to be the best high school annual ever published. THE BEST PREVENTATIVE FOR THE EVILS OF IMMIGRATION The immigration question is undoubtedly one of the greatest problems confronting our nation ttxlay. What should be done with our new immigrants? Are they aiding or retarding our progress? These are the questions which every American citizen should ask himself; and he should strive to answer them in a broad-minded and impartial manner. For years our greatest statesmen have been trying to answer them. As a result there are many improvements oyer former conditions. Paupers, insane and diseased immigrants are effectually barred by thorough examinations at the port of entrance. Many criminals are detected and sent hack. A short survey of the existing immigrant situation will show, however, the need of still further legislation. In 1907 an Immigration Commission was appointed by Congress to “make full inquiry, examination and investigation by sub-committee or otherwise,” into the subject of immigration. Nearly four years were spent in the work, the commission employing experts to collect the data and statistics necessary. As the report of the Commission is by far the most accurate and complete source of information on this subject, the statistics quoted here will be taken chiefly from it. Strange as it may seem, the type of immigration to the United States has undergone a remarkable change during the last thirty years. “More than seventy percent is from the south and east of Europe, while only about twenty percent is from the north and west. Two decades ago more than seventy percent was from the north and west of Europe and less than twenty percent from the south and east.” By this it is seen that it is the Southern and Eastern European immigrant with whom we have to deal. His characteristics, the amount of money he possesses, the length of time he stays; all these things are important factors in his influence upon our civilization. The greater portion of these immigrants from Southern and Eastern Europe are unskilled laborers. By unskilled laborers we mean those who are not in any profession and skilled occupations, such as farm 4- Q U 1 N I A U L T laborers, and any common day laborers, railroad hands, etc. About eighty percent of the total immigration from Southern and Eastern Europe is made up of unskilled laborers. Moreover, there is an over supply of unskilled laborers in the United States. These immigrants, willing to work for lower wages than the Americans, often crowd them out of their positions. The foreigners live so cheaply that they can afford to work for much lower wages. Thus it is seen that on general principles this influx of unskilled labor from Southern and Eastern Europe is detrimental. The Immigration Commission says: “ 1 he investigations of the Commission show an over supply of unskilled labor in the basic industries to an extent which indicates an over supply in the industries of the country as a whole, a condition which demands legislation restricting the further admission of unskilled laborers.” A notable feature of this unskilled labor from Southern and Eastern Europe is the great preponderance of men. About three-fourths of all who come are either unmarried men, or men who have left their families at home intending to return for them. It is these unmarried men, who live in boarding houses, or room together in shacks, that constitute the greatest problem, and have the ' worst effect upon the country. All immigration authorities agree upon this point. These men are able to work for much lower wages than those who must support families. In this way they drive out of work many honest American laborers, who must get more in order to live. They live on poor food and little of it, and seek only to get enough money to return to their home country and be independent for the rest of their lives. T hey have a bad influence on the community and are often treacherous and quarrelsome. They are not in touch with American customs, and have little respect for our government. After making enough money to satisfy them, many return to their own country. On the other hand, the man who brings a family must as a necessity seek better pay in order to support it. He intends permanent location or he would not bring his family. He invests his monev in this country; he is more serious and earnest than the unmarried man. His children attend the public schools, thus bringing him in direct touch with American customs and ideals. Through the children he receives a wholesome respect and awe for our government. The illiteracy test has been advocated a great deal in this country. But theie are objections to this. In the first place, the ability to read and write is no standard of a man’s integrity and ability to work faithfully and well. Left in their own country, these illiterates would have no chance to learn to read and write. Here they might have many opportunities to improve themselves in this way. Also, the children going to the public schools, the second generation would be able to read and write and this is really what we want. Then, too, this test would require an elaborate examination and the expense would be great. So we feel that we are right in advocating, as the Commission has put in their recommendations, “the exclusion of unskilled laborers not accompanied by their wives or families.” M. M. ’15. Q U I N I A U L T 43 VALERIA—A TALE OE SICILY THE ASSASSIN KING OF THE OLYMPIC FORESTS GETTING EVEN THE TRIALS OF HOPE A SPRING DAY TO THE GOD OF EASY STREET ROMELIE PARODY ON THE “RAVEN” HER STORY THE MISER'S TREASURE A CLOSE CALL THE CHAMPIONS THE CHARM OE HAPPY WATERS 44 QUINI AULT Valeria, A Tale of Sicily “Art thou going to the meeting tonight, Fabius?” said Ursus, the giant chief of the hall slaves, accosting him as they met in the garden. “The meeting in which the head slave, Acilius, is to show more of his astounding miracles? If so, yes, for I have not yet witnessed any, having been bought by Demophilus but two weeks ago.” “If thou goest, do so with all secrecy. It is to be the largest gathering thus far. and ’tis said that weightier things are to be considered than the mere witnessing of tricks, astounding though they are. If Demophilus should become aware of these meetings we should all be lining the Plautian way on crosses tomorrow morning. However, the gathering will be for the most part slaves from the ergastula, who are in less danger than we who come from the villa. Denlas, the Lady Meligula’s page, was caught entering the slaves’ headquarters later than the usual hour from one of these meetings and was given a flogging, and sent to the fields. He begged to remain, for he dreaded the hardships of the ergastula. but Meligula has no mercy. Valeria pleaded his youth, but it had no effect.” “Tell me more of this merciful daughter of such cruel parents,” begged Fabius; and Ursus, promising to comply at the next opportunity, hastened on his mission. Fabius, left alone, stood ruminating on the beautiful Valeria. He was a tall, splendid formed youth, whose instinctively proud bearing did not accord well with his servile position. His bearing had at first gained him the enmity of the other slaves but he had proven so sadly gentle and unselfish that they were soon devoted to him. Demophilus had bought him at a recent sale of slaves in Henna, the principal seaport of Sicily, chiefly for his knowledge of the Greek language and his handsome physique. Meligula had complained many times of the ill-formed. homely slaves she had to accompany her on her visits, so Fabius was installed in the household of Demophilus as her general servant. Meligula was greatly pleased with him. although he lived in the daily fear of falling under her displeasure (as did all the slaves for that matter.) The position carried with it some solace, however, for he had more comforts than were ordinarily granted to slaves; and most important of all. he was enabled to see a great deal of the lovely maiden Valeria. She had even spoken to him on one or two occasions in behalf of some of her mother’s many wants. The sound of the Lady Meligula’s pampered voice broke in upon Fabius' reverie and he hastened to obey her summons. “Sluggard!” said Meligula, pettishly, as soon as he made an appearance. “It is not many of my slaves for whoirt I ever raise my voice. .Stand behind me and fan me gently. I am overheated from an interview with that gossipying Claudia, who delights in telling me of the many favors she received when at Rome. I shall go thither soon and return with more substantial ones than she.” This to Valeria, who sat on a low stool at her mother’s side. “But tell me thy wish, daughter, I knew thou didst desire something upon entering. It it is another plea for QUINIAULT 45 clemency for those miserable slaves, I must repeat most emphatically, no! When willst thou learn that slaves can only be kept in their proper state but by the punishment due them? This foolish leniency of thine will soon destroy all obedience.” “No, mother.” said Valeria, sighing slightly, “I but wished for a slave to act as a runner for me this afternoon when I visit Nygia. Thou knowest I have no regular attendant for that purpose now.” She did not mention that during her absence on a visit her father had sent her former page to the fields for some slight fault from whence no pleading could bring him back. “Thou shalt have another soon,” answered her mother, “but take Fabius there for the time being, I would fain compose myself for sleep in preparation for tonight’s banquet.” Valeria left her mother’s sumptuously furnished rooms and followed by Fabius and her hand maiden, Archea, entered the court of the villa, beautifully decorated with paintings and statuary, and thence to the exterior of the house. From where they stood awaiting the coming of the litter, a view could be had of nearly the whole estate, the gardens stretching for perhaps half a mile in all directions, and in the distance the far spreading fields of grain and pastures of sheep which were Demophilus’ chief source of wealth. “Thou mayst keep to the side of the litter, Fabius,” said Valeria, at the approach of four stalwart Nubians bearing the silk-curtained litter. Valeria would hardly confess it to herself, but she had been strangely stirred at Fabius’ first appearance in the household and she was anxious to know if her supposition, in regard to his gentle blood, was correct. Her words filled Fabius with surprise and delight. Valeria must surely intend to talk to him: but they had progressed beyond the garden and she had stopped the litter twice, once to send Archea to inquire in regard to one of her slaves, who was sick: and again to speak kindly to the little water carriers who were on their way to the fields before she called him to her, saying, in purest Greek: “Now, thou must tell me of thyself, Fabius, thou wert not always a slave, of that I feel sure. The way is long and I would needst be beguiled.” Fabius overwhelmed with such marked favor and gazing adoringly at his fair mistress, complied willingly. “Thou hast guessed rightly, noble Valeria,” he began. “My father was of a noble Roman family, but was exiled to Athens some ten years ago when I was a child. His estate in Rome was confiscated, but he was allowed to sell his country villa and keep the rest of his fortune. He and my mother and sister were living peacefully in Athens when I left there about six months ago for Antioch on a matter of business for my father. The ship, which was a simple trading vessel with little means of defense, was attacked by pirates, and, though crew and passengers fought valiantly, (myself, 1 hope, did not gain discredit) we were all either killed or taken.” And so he went on describing the final fight, the hardships of his life in the galleys and the subsequent flight, 46 Q U I N I A U L T in which they were captured by another pirate vessel and sold in the public markets of Henna. He lengthened the narrative as much as possible for the pleasure of seeing Valeria’s cheeks grow redder and eyes shine brighter as his story progressed. “Thou art, in all truth, a romancer equal to Homer,” cried Valeria, when he had reluctantly ceased, “and thv story hath pleased me greatly.” “I would fain talk on forever, if but for the pleasure of beholding such a fair listener,” he answered, forgetting his position for a moment. She hesitated for an instant, but her innate pride and dignity overwhelming any other feelings, she recalled him immediately by the sudden flash of her eyes. “Thou art forgetting thyself, Fabius,” she said quickly, and motioning to the Nubians to proceed at a quicker pace, she drew the silken curtains of the litter. Fabius all contriteness at the thought of having offended Valeria, withdrew to the rear, but remembering with hope that for a trifling instant she had not seemed displeased, and that her reprimand had been unusually slight. On the return journey no word was exchanged and Fabius was called immediately upon their arrival to attend Meligula and Demophilus to the evening’s banquet. Fortunately a messenger arrived with the news of the host’s sudden illness, and although Meligula, disappointed, was suited in nothing and sent two of her attendants to be given twelve lashes each for merely folding her robe the wrong way, Fabius did not happen to fall under her displeasure and was able to start off with Ursus at a comparatively early hour. They passed through the now silent fields and entered a huge cave dug into the side of a small hill. This was a typical ergastulum. of whose horrors Fabius had heard much but had not yet witnessed. Although the place was crowded with slaves of both sexes and of all ranks, he could see that there seemed to be no arrangements for any comfort whatsoever. Heaps of straw scattered around and a large fire blazing in the middle of the cave were the only evident living facilities. There was no privacy, the place was habitually filled with smoke and in the rainy season was continually very damp. Fabius did not wait long to contemplate the interior of the cave but directed his eyes to a scene near the fire to which all eyes were turned. He beheld an ill-formed man, clad in ragged dress of a reaper. What caught and held his attention were the man’s eyes, which seemed to dart fire as he talked vehemently to the surrounding band of listeners, and his long arms, with which he pointed his remarks, and in which the development of his whole body seemed to be concentrated. This was the slave Acilius, who had acquired great influence among his fellows by the profession of magic powers and the performance of magic tricks. Fabius could see that Acilius was approaching the climax of his remarks by the increasing vehemence of his voice and the deathlike stillness of his auditors. “And so. I say, death to Demophilus! Death to Meligula! Death to all hateful tyrants, who treat human beings worse than animals! QUINIAULT 47 Death to them all, I say! Shall we tolerate the increasing number of crosses raised every day for such offenses as Perenna committed when he refused to give his wife the twenty-five lashes commanded? Shall our children have no birthright whatever? Shall we allow our wives and daughters to be torn from us and be scattered broadcast? No! I say, No! and his voice rose to a roar and his audience roared with him. “Death to them all!'’ and “Show us the way to freedom!” was heard from all sides. “With one united blow we can accomplish what we desire.” continued Acilius. “There are two hundred men present, two hundred more on this estate, and thousands on the neighboring estates and in Henna who are all eager to be revenged for the cruelties heaped upon them for many years. The idea has already been circulated among the different ergastula and all are eagerly awaiting the final word. Nothing is left but to set the time and we shall wipe out with one blow the tyranny of centuries. We must seize Henna and all the neighboring villas at one time. From thence who knows how far our powers will extend? What say you on the time, oh, brethren, shall we delay the decisive blow?” “Let it be tomorrow night, the cry rang out. “So be it,” cried Acilius, “I shall dispatch messengers at once to the different ergastula and to Henna to warn them that the longed for time is at hand. If weapons cannot be had, think you not that we can avenge with our bare hands? I need not encourage you to be brave, for I know that the thought of redressing wrongs will make lions of us all. One thing more, before the messengers are appointed, let all understand that the final moment is midnight of tomorrow.” A low murmur of assent from the intent listeners swelled until it filled the cave, and Fabius was borne forward in the crowd of people pressing around Acilius, each one eagerly desiring to be a messenger. Their wild eyes and fierce kx)ks testifying to the power of his words. Fabius quickly sought out Ursus and the handmaiden, Archea, whom he had noticed among those present, and hurriedly drew apart from the crowd with them. “Something must be done for Valeria’s safety, he stated anxiously. “Surely these slaves will not let her. who has shown them so much kindness, be killed. “Alas!” replied Archea, while Ursus stood by unable to plan, but willing to do anything for his beloved mistress. W e who have experienced her mercy, and love her devotedly will not forget her, and her fame has even spread from this estate to many. But I fear unless we can get her away during the conflict under the protection of some of the faithful household slaves, her life will be in danger. When the slaves have become more and more savage from much bloodshed they will have little compassion for a patrician of any sort.” “Valeria may try to shield her parents, said Fabius. We must get her away from them at all costs. I remember that when I was in the public markets at Henna a trading vessel was to sail for Athens two days hence. I noted the time particularly for I longed immeasur- 48 Q U I N I A U L T ably to be on it sailing for home. If we could but convey her to it she would be safe.” He added to himself that if they were only successful he would sacrifice to the Fates at the earliest opportunity. It seemed that they were weaving his life better than he thought. The slaves were noiselessly departing, and he, in company with Ursus and Archea, set out for the villa. “Canst thou not arrange to have a closed litter at the hall door opening into the garden,” continued Fabius to Ursus, “with some of thy subordinates as guards, so as to take her away at the first sign of outbreak? They are all loyal to Valeria and will easily give up participating in the plundering for a time, to repay some of her kindness.” “Yes, yes! I can do that easily,” answered Ursus, joyfully; while Archea promised to reassure her mistress, if it was found necessary to carry her bodily from her rooms to the litter. All went well the next day except that a vague unrest and barely suppressed excitement seemed to prevade the ordinary abject slaves. Fabius awaited the coming of night with ill concealed apprehension. What if his plans should miscarry and they should be attacked and overpowered on the roundabout way they intended to take to the ship? 1 he slaves, although wild for blood, might be prevailed upon to let them pass. His greatest fear was that the ship should cast off at the first sign of tumult and be well on her way before they reached her. The Gods plan otherwise! There was no hesitation when the decisive moment arrived. The eager scowling faces of the slaves, and the absence of lamentations when flogging was administered surprised and even gave a vague fear to Demophilus and Meligula. The horror depicted upon their faces when they were finally seized seemed only to incite the slaves to a greater fury. The few slaves who had tyrannized over them were despatched before their eyes. Out in the fields the inmates of the ergastula, after killing their merciless overseers, were hastening to help in seizing Henna or the neighboring estates. Demophilus and Meligula were dragged along with them to be subsecpiently torn to pieces in the public theater of Henna by the infuriated mob. To return to the villa. At the first sign of tumult Fabius and Ursus hurried t the hall door, to which the litter had already been brought and where a small band of loyal slaves had already congregated. As they approached, a small female slave ran out to say that Valeria had fainted when she heard of her parents' seizure and would have to be carried to the litter. Fabius sprang to the rooms and bore her out as tenderly as devotion could make him. He was followed by Archea, with the few things she had prepared to take for her mistress. Valeria and Archea were placed in the litter and the perilous journey begun with all possible despatch. The lurid light from many burning houses was about them, while screams and cries mingled with a dull shouting from Henna. Several times they were accosted by bands of QUINIAULT 49 slaves who allowed them to pass unmolested when told that the merciful Valeria was being carried to safety. Valeria, in a half fainting condition, did not revive until they reached the docks. She was at first terror-stricken and overwhelmed with grief at the news of her parents’ fate, but when Fabius told her that the only possible course had been taken, and that now she might undergo the danger of staying with relatives at a distance, or sail for Greece with him on the ship which was but then preparing to leave, she did not hesitate in deciding. The terrible events of the night showed that her implicit faith and trustfulness in Fabius could mean only perfect love. Fabius was standing motionless by the side of the litter and waiting in silence for her answer. She could not see his eyes for the darkness, but she knew that they were eloquent with entreaty. She hesitated no longer. “To Greece,” she cried, and turned, with a last shuddering glance at the lurid city, to Fabius. Fabius and Valeria together with Ursus and Archea, were received with great rejoicing by Fabius’ parents and sister, and the happy course of their existence was undisturbed, except at a time about two years later when they received the only certain news they had been able to obtain from the turbulent island. This was through an escaped slave, Cleon, who came to the house of Fabius, and proved to be one of those who had helped in Valeria s rescue. He told them of Acilius’ successful conquering of Henna; how he had been proclaimed king and had set up a regular government, with a council and assembly according to the Greek type. How the only free inhabitants spared were the iron workers, who were forced to make weapons, with the help of which Acilius raised an army of six thousand men. How he had joined his forces to that of another slave, who headed a similar uprising, and all the slaves having become infected with a passion for revolt, Acilius had had the whole island under his dominion for a short time. Eventually the Romans had overcome Acilius’ power and it was from the fearful punishments, which they inflicted upon all slaves caught, that Cleon had happily escaped. M. F. ’15 R. M. SPRING March and April pass away; Enter Spring with smiling May. Each tiny blade must take a part In formulating nature’s art. Each little bird is happy, too, Winging in the cloudless blue. Each little flower and budding tree Springs with heart aglow with glee, Clothing the earth in colors bright, Making all our hearts delight. E’en throughout the darkest night. Q U I N I A U L T 5° The Assassin GG.eegjxcE tlleir arr’val hi the country, Madame and Mademoiselle Murdrel lived in a continual state of fright. In vain did eeG-G-O Monsieur Murdrel reason with them. Les Charmettes, the yw y|yjg farmhouse where they were spending these few weeks, part an estate the principal building of which they had rented, was, in truth, by its very position—isolated as it was on the edge of the Oise—a rather sinister place. Deserted sheds and a large barn half filled with fodder and farming implements, bounded them on one side, while behind was a new farmhouse owned by Clergeot, an old drunkard, accustomed to snore the whole night long. Besides to reach the house, it was necessary to pass through this obscure maze of deserted buildings. On this side, then, there was no security for often eight o'clock Clergeot could not be counted on for assistance in an emergency. On the road to the village there was but one other building, equally isolated, and that at a five minute’s walk from Les Charmettes. This was a tobacco and liquor shop—an inn at times—usually frequented by fishermen. We could be assassinated twenty times, Mme. Murdrel had repeatedly exclaimed since their arrival. Not a soul would hear us cry out.” This pretty spot on the Oise to which they returned each year for the Easter holidays, till then peaceful, with the green and brown checkerboard of its fields and the distant red roofs of the village under the slate-colored belfry steeple, this silent and deserted nook facing the thickly-fringed woods of Noirfont was becoming a place of dread. The Murdrels, who arrived a week ago, in company with M. Lucas, one of their friends, a professor like Murdrel himself, no longer recognized Les Charmettes. Even M. Lucas, occupying a room at the inn—for there w'as none vacant at Charmettes—even he on this very day, had just been seized with a desire to leave. Assuredly he would go back to Paris tomorrow. It was impossible to close one’s eyes with such a noise. And, rolling up the collar of his tight-fitting overcoat. M. Lucas bowed before Madame and Madamoiselle Murdrel, his shining balk, pink head. He had announced the disagreeable news at dinner. And now he must take leave—it was late, ten o’clock already. The ladies, thinking of the dark night, and if his trip to the inn—brr! The wind was icy this evening—shivered. “You are not going to he afraid. Monsieur Lucas? sighed Mile. Murdrel. He smiled with overwhelming superiority. Afraid, he, Lucas? Indeed, are men ever afraid? If they but give him a lantern-. Yes, the lantern,” said Murdrel. And my cape, Moumonte? (This was the pet name for Mme. Murdrel). I am going to accompany Lucas to the inn. “But think, Lucien! cried Moumonte whose hands were trembling as she unhooked the lantern hanging in the corridor— We will be left QUINIAULT 51 alone! What will become of us?” But M. Murdrel (man-fashion) shrugged his shoulder. “What do you exi ect to happen, Moumonte? And then the maid has not gone yet. Moreover, I will not be gone long. You may go to bed with your minds at ease.” The door opened on the mysterious darkness. Night, and profound silence. The lantern, swinging in the closed hand of M. Lucas, made still thicker the shadows beyond the circle of light. From the landing one could hardly distinguish the first steps of the stone stairway outside. Now and then, from the other side of the water, rose, like an indistinct murmur, the sighing of the wind in the woods of Noirfont. “Take your revolver,” said Mme. Murdrel. “No, indeed, Moumonte, keep it for yourself.” The two friends were already near the bottom of the stairway. The voice of Murdrel, ironical, floated up. “At least you will have a weapon with which to defend yourselves! The two indignant women—joking at such a time! slammed the door. Tac! the big bolt—Cric, cric! the heavy key—There! in this way one was almost safe. And then Melanie, fortunately, was there— and hastily leaving the vestibule, without looking behind them, with short hurried steps they passed through the salon and dining room and opened the kitchen door. No one was there! Melanie her dishes done, must have gone away by the servants stairway. 1 lie maid, in fact, slept in another part of the building. Then, overtaken by a vague fear, -hey rushed to their rooms, shut themselves in. and both sinking into chairs, exchanged looks of distress, listening in the heavy silence to the hurried beating of their hearts. “Is the bolt of the little door closed?” asked Mme. Murdrel. in a dull voice. “Go and see. Louise!” The young girl made sure of it. It was their daily terror, this door to the servants’ stairway. 1 he vestibule of the kitchen, their room and that of M. Murdrel opened by three doors upon the little landing of an interior stairway, while only the vestibule of the salon, carefully closed night and day, opened on the outside stone stairs. “If only Melanie has closed the door below! Your father has lus key. It is really absurd to go away like that in the night. “The country is not safe.” replied Louise. “You meet many suspicious looking fellows around here. Did you notice yesterday that big sunburnt fellow near the village? He looked at us with such a wicked Sm,1Mme. Murdrel began to undress. Suddenly she stopped, became very pale. “Listen!” she cried. Motionless, they listened attentively. Nothing. “It is the creaking of the floor, said Louise, or just the wind. “All the same,” stammered Mme. Murdrel, “I should be more at ease if we had the revolver. It is in your father’s room. Go and get it. Louise raised the candle and lighted a candle-stick on the mantle-piece. QUINtAULT “Wait daughter! I am going with you. Alone I would be frightened to death.” The two women noiselessly opened the vestibule door and rushed into M. Murdrel’s room. “In the drawer, Louise, in the drawer,” Mme. Murdrel carefully seized the weapon by the butt end, and holding it at an arm’s length, they hurried back on a run. “Put it on the bureau, Mama.” And, although neither of them would have been able to use it, the presence of the revolver reassured them. There was a short silence. Louise began to unhook her dress. “Hush!” she whispered suddenly, and still lower: “It sounds as if someone were walking around!” They leaned against the door. A noise like smothered footsteps was heard. “It is your father returning,” breathed Mme. Murdrel. But the trembling of her voice and her blanched cheeks showed plainly that she did not believe herself. Their minute of expectation lasted centuries. “You must have been mistaken, Mlama,” whispered Louise. Suddenly Mme. Murdrel seized her wrist, and grasping her tightly, her eyes enlarged, her voice filled with terror, cried: “Milanie has not closed the door!” This time they heard clearly the sound of a step. Slowly, step by step, someone was coming upstairs. Barefooted, no doubt. A soft footfall which could hardly be heard, from step to step. The man, between each landing, would stop a few seconds, then, again, would go climbing. Six steps more, then five, then four; he would be there!—he was there! The two women, mute with terror, leaned against the door as if petrified. Now they heard the short panting of the assassin. There, against the door, on the other side of the door, a face had just come up close. For the terrible breathing rose and fell distinctly, as if hurried, perhaps by distress. Quick as a flash a thought came to Louise. Her father! He would come in and fall into this frightful snare. The murderer would begin on him. Then, with a truely heroic and surprising decision, this pretty and delicate girl seized the revolver, drew aside her half-fainting mother and locked her in the salon. Then, recklessly, she went down the stone stairs four by four and ran bareheaded along the river bank toward the inn. A little yellow ray of light gleamed in the dark. “Father! father!” And jumping into M. Murdrel’s arms she informed him of everything, running all the while. To awaken Clergeot, who, his violet nose and his bristly face similar to an old brush, in the fitful light of the lantern, arose grumbling; to form a procession towards the awful stairway, M. Murdrel armed with a revolver. Clergeot with a pitchfork, Louise with the lantern was the work of an instant. Once in the garden, they advanced on tiptoe as far as the open door. There Louise raised the lantern, M. Murdrel aimed the revolver, Clergeot the fork, and in the fitful shadows, at the head of the stairs with diverse emotions, they saw stretched out on the last step, a thin and timid dog, a lost dog, who, awakened with a start, stood up with difficulty on his trembling feet. (Translated from the French of Paul and Victor Marguerite.) E. A. Q U I N I A U L T 53 King of the Olympic Forests In the valley of the Quiniault Lives a hunter strong and mighty, Siwash Indian, dark and swarthy. Midst the fir trees and the hemlock Stands his hut with smoke ascending. In the deep and solemn forests Roams the elk and deer in plenty, With the sly and stealthy cougar Following them to kill the young ones; On both sides the wooded valley Runs uphill the snow-capped mountains, Which look out like silent sentinels O’er the vast, surrounding forests; Woods which hide from earthly vision Many dark and gloomy chasms Where the clear, cold water thunders, Foams between steep, rocky hillsides. From the hunter's well-hid cabin A dim elk trail meets the river With a shallow ford as crossing. Here the deer come in the evening Come to drink the clear, cold water As it gurgles o'er the gravel. Here also came wolf and weasel, Muskrat burrowing in the sand bank; Here, at evening, comes the hunter Sits in ambush near the water, Sits and waits to see the antlers Of the stately elk or brown deer Slowly separate the branches Of the blind trail from the canyon; Slowly raises he his rifle Waiting 'till his guileless quarry Comes to drink the cold, clear water, As it gurgles o'er the gravel. Sharp and clear then rings the rifle; Snapping echoes from the hillsides Answer back like crackling thunder. Wounded sore, the slim, young brown deer Quickly springs into the water; One big splash and all is over; Here the hunter has provisions, Meat to make his spider sizzle, Buckskin for his winter clothing. 4 0 U I N I A U L T Many white peaks joined together Stretch a long range to the eastward; Here in basins made by snowslides Mighty boulders from the hill top Lie piled up in gravel washes; Farther down in sheltered valleys. Where trees stand about in clusters, Elk herds roam in nature’s pastures; Covered is the ground with berries Big black bears come for the berries; Fat are they a fortnight later, When they go to distant woodlands There to dig their winter burrows. Here among the Big Creek prairies Is the paradise of hunters. Here the hunter sets his fly up; Stretches skins out in the sunshine. Cures the meat before his camp fire; Getting ready for the winter. PART II In the winter with his pack straps Loaded with a month’s provisions, • With his traps hung o’er his shoulder With his rifle he wends eastward; Eastward to the cold headwaters Of the mighty Quiniault River; There to set his shining steel traps For the wild cat and the beaver, There to follow cougar foot-prints Plainly shown among the snowdrifts, Showing dark upon the cover And the crust of Old Earth’s mantle, As with sly and stealthy footsteps Follows he the elk herd's wanderings Trying, in his ravenous hunger To cut off and kill a young one. Many days the long-limbed hunter Follows up the silent foot-prints Left by bull-elk and by cougar Wond’ring how far they precede him, ’Till, at last, from out the twilight Shines the cougars eyes upon him; Red his flowing jaws with hatred Gaunt his flanks with enforced fasting. Slow his long grey tail is waving, As prepares he to spring forward. Then the hunter, to his shoulder QUINIAULT 55 Quickly brings his trusty rifle Glances down along the barrel Down into the flaming eyeballs Of the cougar standing silent; Close before him in the twilight. Flame and smoke leap from the muzzle, Clear and sharp resounds the echo Through the vast surrounding forest, Rumbling on into the distance Where high ridges give it accent. As the smoke lifts slowly upward There before him lies the cougar As his life ebbs slowly from him; Stretched in death the mighty cougar King of all the western forests. Here among the trackless mountains Perfectly at home, the hunter Makes his camp beneath the green boughs Always sure of finding shelter Where the night shall overtake him. Over him the stars shine brightly In his small world all unnoticed Knowing naught of towns and cities. Lives the hunter free and joyous. H. C. A DAY IN SPRING The sunbeams play along the lawn in scattered motes of light. A breeze comes whispering thro’ the leaves, A song-bird twitters from the eaves, And on each little plant and flower the green grows bright. There’s little of the riotous color that decks a summer day; Each twig and spray in simple green Is dress’d, and fills the lovely scene, And back and forth upon the ground the sunbeams with the shadows play. The bright green leaves are quivering from the breeze’s soft caress; An early butterfly skims by, The pale blue clouds float 'cross the sky, With leaves and lawn and wood all deck’d in Spring’s fresh emerald dress. M. L. F. ’15 QUI NIAULT 56 Getting Even “Hello, Tubby, where you bound for?” “Hello, Bob, I’m going to the gym, come along. I say, going to the hop Friday?” “Sure, if I can take Harriet.” “Nix, I’ll take care of that lady, if you please.” “That isn't fair, Tubby, you------.” But the sentence was never finished, for just then they were joined by the coach and several boys already in gym suits. “I’ll fix him,” thought Bob as he hurried into his own. In the meantime Tubby was trying to decide which would be more appropriate, to call her up or send her a neat little formal note asking her to go. “Wonder if she likes pink roses or violets—she has blue eyes. I’ll send the note and then phone about the flowers Thursday.” So it was settled as far as he was concerned and not another thought was given to Bob. Sunday after church Harriet strolled down to the postoffice with Marie. “Going to the hop, Harry?” asked Marie. “Why, I haven’t a bid yet, have you?” “Yes, Tom asked me at church. I suppose I shall—. O surely Tubby will ask you, or Dick or Bob or-------.” “For goodness sakes, be still; here is------.” “Hello, girls, may I walk a way with you?” This was from Tom who had been searching in vain for Marie ever since she had left church. “Certainly, Tom, come along,” answered both girls almost together. When they reached the postoffice Harriet gave a sigh of relief. She opened her box without even looking into it and felt around for anything that might be there. There was something there, too—a small, neat envelope with her name written on the outside. “I wonder-------,” but Marie was calling and, too, she saw Bob outside, so she slipped the envelope into her pocket. He waited for her and as the others walked on Marie glanced back with a knowing smile, but Harriet was too absorbed to notice. “Yes, it is a warm day. No, thank you, Bob, I can’t go for a boat ride, for I promised Tubby I’d go walking.” “May I take you to the hop then?” blurted angry Bob who could easily at this moment have thrown Tubby down and stepped on his face. But luckily for Tubby he wasn’t there. “Yes, Bob, thank you.” They chatted together until they reached Harriet's house, but as Marie stopped to say good-bye she heard Harriet say: “Yes, Bob, pink if you please, and 9 o’clock will be fine.” The moment Harriet reached her room she tore open the note, hastily glancing at the name at the bottom. “Serves him right. Why didn’t he ask me instead of being so formal, but I really received his invitation first. What shall I do? But I told Bob yes, and I shan’t change it, so there, Mr. Archibald Feilding Watson.” QUINIAULT 57 And so when Tubby phoned that evening be was surprised to hear that he was too late. He immediately guessed who had “put one over on him.” “But never mind, little one, I’ll get even,” and he immediately began to scheme. Friday came at last and with it came a beautiful bouquet of pink wired rosebuds and a card, but it fell to the floor unnoticed. They were even more beautiful with the blue gown Harriet wore. She chose one for her hair and one for Bob. At last she was ready, but as it was only sixteen minutes to nine she sat down to wait. At exactly fifteen minutes to nine the door bell rang and Harriet herself opened the door. To her surprise it was Tubby instead of Bob. “Why Tubby I thought-----------.” “Hello, Harry, Bob phoned me he couldn’t come for you and asked if I'd take you, and-----.” “But,” burst out Harriet, “he didn’t ask me if—, but no matter. I’m glad it’s you after all. Tubby. Shall we start?” “Yes let’s,” sighed Tubby, who already in his mind’s eye could see Bob’s car at the door and the look on Bob’s face when he found out. As he helped her into the seat beside his he could see the lights of a car as it turned the corner of Harry’s street. He smiled at the thought of “Bobby” getting “stung.” As Bob’s car drove up to the curb he jumped out carrying a large box. He rang the door bell; instead of Harry, her mother came to the door. The look of surprise on her face as she saw Bob caused a lump to rise in his throat. “She’s gone,” she almost whispered. Bob dropped the box and with one leap was in the car and in a moment he shot away. The first dance was just over and Tubby and Harry stood with a group of friends at the far end of the hall, Tubby with his back to the door, Harry facing it. Suddenly Harry dropped her fan and started at what seemed to be the door, but was in reality Bob. “Hello, Bob, old man.” greeted Tubby as Bob slowly advanced toward them. Harry seemed to be in a dream, but one thing she was sure of— she would never, never speak to Bob Blair! The music started and Dick came to claim the dance; so with head help high she glided past Bob with an air which seemed to say, “I’ll get even for this.” But Bob was too angry to notice. He gave one glance in Tubby’s direction and almost flew from the room. On their way home Tubby apologized to Harry and told her of the sneaking thing he had done, but Harry didn’t seem to understand and she was really too tired to listen. The first thing she did when she reached her room was to snatch up the card that had come with the roses. “Archibald Fielding Watson.” And on the table stood Bob’s roses with his card. C. C. ’15 QUINIAULT 58 The Trials of Hope TRAVERSE was a blonde, well nothing so remark-sly startling about that. There are thousands of blondes, you ;e and talk to them every day. But Hope was an excep-onally pretty blonde. Does that grasp your attention? Veil, if it doesn't, it should. Now Hope was not of the limpid, faded, pale, watery-eyed sort. She was not of the fainting, hysterical variety. Why, she wasn’t even afraid of mice! On this particular morning she was dressed for an outing, in Ihe inevitable white middy, and skirt, easy white pumps, a broad-rimmed Panama, and a blue and white striped sweater was over her arm. In the other hand a kodak. She was walking up and down the quay awaiting a launching party of which she was to be a member. She couldn’t imagine how she had come so early. Where were the others; hadn’t they told her to be there at ten? She was certain this was the right dock. Oh! here comes Mr. Gailer and Marion. And here a block away was Constance and Jack, and with them—(she supposed it was the young man they had brought along for her.) A fellow who did not wear the regulation white trousers and shoes. He wore, why, he actually had on a dark suit and black slippers—and for a launch trip! That was who they had brought for her. Well, she might have known better than to trust Jack. She wondered where he had picked him up. “Miss Traverse!—Mr. Phillips!” She gave a cool nod, without looking up at him. She didn’t care what his name was. “How-do-you-do, Miss Traverse.” Why, what a pleasant voice he had. She glanced up and—yes, she actually smiled and blushed, then hated herself, but she couldn't help it, for Mr. Phillips was smiling at her. It was down, for he towered above her. He was smiling and just as if he had known how she felt, and she was ashamed of herself for her former thoughts. Mr. Phillips proved to have many more winning ways and soon Miss Traverse forgot her prejudices. There is something so mystical and enhancing about the waters on a lovely summer morning, and this very something set Hope to thinking. “Why, how horrid of her to have been so rude to such an entertaining chap as he was rapidly proving to be.” He had travelled quite extensively, and spoke of many interesting things. He seemed so big and learned, that poor Hope felt very small and of little consequence seated beside him. And such delightful manners, it was almost as though he were a mind reader; her every petty desire was gratified. They fairly raced and skimmed along for several hours, then began casting longing glances at the well-filled picnic basket. Neither Hope nor Ray (she was really calling him Ray) were the last to glance at the basket, but neither wished to suggest a landing, on one of the many beautifully forested islands. QUINIAULT 59 At last Marion, a healthy, robust girl, exclaimed: “If we don’t land soon, I’ll die of hunger.” Whereupon Mr. Gailer took up the cue and, as a result, they landed in about fifteen minutes on the shady side of a delightful little island. Jack carried the basket to the desired spot and the three girls busied themselves with making the spread as delicately inviting as possible. Jack and Mr. Gailer duly proceeded to assist them while Mr. Phillips stood helplessly to one side unable to assist them, and when he did attempt to redeem himself and only succeeded in getting in the way. Hope’s praise of him to Marion was not even half-hearted. She was disappointed. He really had been entertaining, but she might have known when he come in a dark suit that he wouldn’t be any good for a launching party. It seemed as though he were making game of her. He was the only one not helping. Well she would just make him help, so she handed him a bucket and with this cutting remark, “Don’t spill it all before you get back, commanded him to get some water, then left him abruptly. Mr. Phillips walked off with a hurt expression and when he came back with the bucket, much fuller than either Jack or Mr. Gailer could carry it, he scarcely glanced at her. He devoted himself to Marion who was only too glad to have the opportunity to converse with him. Nor did he pay any more attention to Hope than was necessary, even though he sat beside her while lunching. He was never impolite, however, and assisted in helping her to numerous delicacies. These attentions she received very ungraciously merely as a matter of course. If it hadn’t been exactly proper she supposed he wouldn’t have done that. During the whole afternoon. Mr. Phillips held her at the same distance. She certainly could not equal him; he was so provokingly well-mannered. Nothing seemed to ruffle him and at the moment she believed she hated him for his attitude. Toward evening her remarks became more cutting and his more congenial, at intervals he smiled the most amused smile, which fairly infuriated her. She knew that he regarded her merely a spoiled child, and she was very grown up. At this thought she stiffened and held her head a trifle higher, if possible, was a bit more cool. She spoke less and when she did, her remarks were more cutting than before. The others were greatly enjoying the situation, her indignation and his good-natured amusement, and I am forced to say, Hope s behavior was not regarded as most noble. About eight the girls began gathering up their belongings and Hope sulkily followed suit. When Mr. Phillips came to help her on with her sweater, she refused his assistance, mumbling something about him doing more good in the launch and that she could get her own wrap on. He turned away with a resigned look, he didn’t “see why the deuce she should be so fiery just because he was a bit awkward and not used to fixin’ picnic lunches. That was where the trouble 6o QUINIAULT was—if you were not strictly a ladies’ man you got in wrong with all of ’em all the time.” It was hopeless, and yet his mind was full of Hope. When everything was collected and in readiness for the return trip, Mr. Gailer helped Marion in the boat, Jack helped Constance, and Hope was helped in by—no one, for she jumped in ahead of Mr. Phillips before he had a chance to help her. She had really desired his assistance but she wasn't going to give him a chance to turn her down—no indeed! The proud Hope Traverse had never been turned down and she had no reason to believe that she ever would be. But something in Mr. Phillips’ cool manner warned her not to go too far. That something made her desire to hurt him, to disturb him out of that cool indifference. He was so cool and possessed she didn't believe he cared or even knew that she was antagonizing him. Far, yes far, was that from Ray Phillips’ way of thinking: he felt her slurs keenly, but was too manly to reply to them. If she did not wish his attentions he would not force them on her. If Hope could have but known how miserable he felt, she would have relented immediately and surrendered. But she could not know. As I was saying, they finally started, after no end of jesting quarrels as to their proper seats. “What a delightful breeze,” whispered Hope to Jack. (She really was shivering.) A half an hour of smooth gliding. The gentlemen were silent, for all three girls (greatly influenced by the water and the motion of the boat) were drowsily nodding their heads. It was really a sleepy night anyway. Oh! the launch gave a lurch and stopped. Hope started. What was the matter? Jack gave Mr. Gailer a significant look, not intending for Hope to see, but she saw it. “You—you don’t think it is anything that will keep us out here long, do you?” she asked of Mr. Gailer, who looked searchingly at Jack as though looking for something to say. But Jack proved unequal to the situation. “I can't imagine, I don’t know, I am sure,” floundered Mr. Gailer helplessly. “It looks like quite a stay here,” was the verdict which Mr. Phillips gave after an examination. “I say, Jack, can't you do something?” this from the agitated Mr. Gailer. “Oh! I—I am hungry and it’s cold,” chattered Hope. “Can’t you do something,” persisted Mr. Gailer. “No! I don’t understand anything about launches,” blurted out Jack. “Why, you told us you did,” interrupted Marion, also awake by this time. “Well, I don’t,” said Jack, blushing guiltily. “Oh! what will be done? Shall we have to stay out here in the cold all night with nothing to eat? And it might rain, too,” whimpered Mr. Gailer. “No, no danger of that,” coolly, from Mr. Phillips. Hope looked at him admiringly, he at least could control his feelings. She did wish someone would do something, and it was Ray that did that QUINIAULT 61 something. Off came his coat and around Hope’s shoulders it went. He was by this act once more restored to her good graces. She smiled and even condescended to say, “Thank you, Ray.” Then he went to work. Neither Hope nor Marion knew what he was doing, but he seemed to be dissecting the motor. Jack and Gailer sat by watching. What powerful arms he had. He might lie some celebrated athlete! He was at that moment giving Jack some incomprehensible command which Jack sulkily obeyed. How calm he was; how manly he seemed. “Gee, you’re some mechanic,” praised Constance, who had to be wakened, as she was in the seat that it was necessary for Ray to occupy. Hope’s chest swelled. She was glad that he was her escort. How strong and patient he was. He seemed to be working for hours to start the engine. No one spoke, it was very still and very dark. Marion and Constance were on the verge of tears, when, after cleaning the sparker and several other processes, Ray finally came to the conclusion that nothing could he done. “Well,” sighed Mr. Gailer, “I told you so.” Jack bristled up presumptuously all ready to resume command (now that there was nothing he could do) but was immediately withered by the scorching glance he received from Marion, and subsided at once with a meek submission which gained Hope’s utter disgust. Moreover, she was conscious of the contrast between the pair of dirty, oily, wrinkled, white trousers and the pair of even respectable looking blue serge. She also noticed how all unnecessarily Mr. Gailer’s were soiled, and he hadn’t done a bit of work, either. “It’s up to us to row home,” said Ray, breaking into her meditation. “Oh, I’m afraid it will rain,” sobbed Marion. “We'll never, never get home. Poor mother will he worried to death. I wish I had never come.” “And I think Jack might have told us that he knew nothing about launches,” complained Constance. Hope sat uncomplainingly enwrapped in Ray’s coat and tried to act as unconcerned as possible. She silenced both Constance and Marion by deliberately telling them to “shut up,” which they obeyed though somewhat surprised. Ray was now rowing with the strokes which get you there. “How beautifully you row,” she said. “Yes? I used to be quite an adept at this.” How becomingly he took a compliment—didn’t even raise an eye. She tried hard to find fault and to think him vain, but somjehow she could not. This answer was so perfectly symbolic of him, that any other she felt would have been a disappointment to her. Along they sped, neither Jack nor Mr. Gailer offering their assistance, much to Hope’s disgust. They simply relied on him for everything. One mile, two miles, it began to rain, a very uncomfortable, penetrating rain, to add to their discomfort. Why didn’t one of those fellows offer to help? She asked Ray if he were getting tired as a sort of a reminder. Neither noticed. Then, not able to stand it any longer, she told Jack he ought to be ashamed of himself. Why didn’t he row for awhile? 62 QUINIAULT And to her greater loss of esteem for him he balked, said he was quite sure he could not row so swiftly as Mr. Phillips could, and judging from both rain and cold, they were in desperate need of haste. Hope inwardly raged. She even offered to row herself, but with a glance Ray showed that he was shocked at the idea, but thanked her and spurned the suggestion that he needed help. Mr. Gailer was not absolutely shameless and now offered to row for a while. Ray, who had been working steadily for four miles, was not adverse to giving him his chance. So Gailer took the oars, exceedingly flustered at the responsibility he was assuming and consequently dropped an oar, and through further awkwardness lost it entirely. What could they do now with but one oar. They could not possibly paddle a launch against the tide and it was raining in torrents. They were simply drenched, and to make matters worse, Marion .began sniffling and sobbing. Constance was sulking and Hope’s temper was rapidly getting the better of her. The boat began to drift back and back in spite of Ray’s one-oared efforts. The rain began in fresh volleys to their greater depression. Ray offered her his cap if she wished to remove her hat. but feeling that she had deprived him of enough in taking his coat she declined, though she knew the rain was simply ruining her hat. So they drifted and drifted and it rained and rained. It was now after ten o’clock. Oh! would it ever end? Marion and Mr. Gailer were now fast enemies. Constance and Jack were exchanging undesirable compliments. Hope watched with amusement. She wondered if her attitude that afternoon (it seemed ages ago) had been as amusing as she now found Constance’s to be. She stole a shy glance at Ray. He was watching her, and smiled. He seemed to understand her feelings. He came and sat by her and arranged the coat closer to her (it really was as close as it could be) and whispered: “This is a deuce of a fix, little girl. I’m sorry. Will your people be so terribly worried ?” Hope smiled bravely, and said she was afraid that they would be, then asked, “What time is it now?” “Just exactly eleven-fifteen.” “Oh, dear! What on earth can we do? I don’t----------.” Crash! Hope clutched Ray’s arm wondering what new trouble bad come. He gave her hand a comforing pat. They had struck, but on what? “An island, or I’m a liar, exploded Ray, and he jumped out and waded a few feet, then helped them out and pulled the boat farther up on land. “Thank heaven we are on solid ground again, but you can’t mean that we are to stay here all night, do you, Ray? You can't mean that?” “Yes, I’m afraid that is just what we’ll have to do.” “Well, let’s explore and see what we’re on. Have either of you fellows a match?” g U I N I A U L T 63 That precious article was produced by Jack from the depths of die silver match-safe. It was lit with difficulty on the wet case. “See those trees? Maybe they will afford 11s shelter.” This proved true, although it was a very wet, uncomfortable lodging. No one spoke for fully ten minutes, the feeling was so intense. “I wish I hadn’t eaten so much this noon. Weren’t there any sandwiches left?” “Not a one,” came from Marion, rather frojn the region of Jack’s shoulder. He made a very good windshield, regardless of his unscrupulous personage. “Mother will be frantic. What time is it now ?” this from Hope. “Twelve o’clock,” said Ray, and went on to say that he guessed that it would be all night for them, but couldn’t she try to sleep. Yes, she could try and succeeded with but little effort. Before the sun had risen 011 another bright morning, Ray was awake, but for fear of awakening Hope, whose now tussled head rested on his shoulder, he did not move. Hold—I have not said that he wished to move. It was not altogether to his dislike only he would have preferred her awake and willing in the same position. Meanwhile the mere anxiety of their parents had been transformed into frenzied distraction. They spent the night helping the “Hello girl earn her wages, in telephoning and telegraphing. If only morning would some! Back on the island everyone was now thoroughly awake and exploring, not in hope of finding food, although they all were ravenous, they knew that was hopeless, but for mere diversion. Marion’s hair was absolutely unruly in its tangle. Constance s nose sad to say, was badly in need of powder, and what of Hope? Her vanity of the morning before preserved her from the irritation that this knowledge caused the others for deep in her sweater pocket was a vanity case. She had availed herself of an unescorted minute and in the same minute her much ruffled hair was smoothed so she was considerably more presentable than either of the other girls, to say nothing of the wearers of the two pair of soiled white trousers. It was now nearly nine o’clock and their hunger had increased fifty per cent since eight. They didn’t know what to do if help didn t come soon. It was hopeless to tamper any more with the launch, so after the excitement of exploration had died they sat down on the beach to await disconsolately for something to “turn up. They waited ten, twenty, thirty minutes and then Ray broke the silence by exclaiming, “A launch, as I live.” This of course was followed by excited exclamations of “Where?” “Why? “How?” “Will it take us? etc., until all the party had spied the launch dancing along in their direction. “Why, it’s Gerard’s launch,” laughed Hope (Gerard being Marion’s much esteemed brother.) “You had better holler all of you, or he'll fly right past.” The sequence of this suggestion brought an answering cry from the launch. They were soon speeding homeward, amidst explanations and contradictions with renewed spirits. hen at last they reached 64 Q U I N I A U L T the quays and the high tension of feeling was broken, the now smiling girls were embraced by their overjoyed parents. They were invited by Ray to accompany him to his home for dinner, and after the usual protest of the condition of their hair and disorder of their hats, they accepted and in consequence they remained the entire day, then departed to their homes and thus it ended, not' the friendship of Hope and Ray, not by any means, but the day ended. Now the purpose of this story was not to end a day or even to get Hope and Ray engaged (although that followed) but to let you know how Hope was cured of forming prejudices on sight, for she found it did not pay. L H. SCHOOL DAYS School days now are swiftly passing, And they soon will be no more; Who can tell what lies before us, When the world throws wide its door? First as Freshmen we encountered. Algebra, with a plus b; And when that hill we had surmounted, Sophomores—and Geometry. Each has had his work in English, Learned Unity, Coherence, Mass, And this last year we have studied How our Literature came to pass. Then in sciences we pondered Physics, learned the “right hand rule”; Chemistry brought unknown wonders, Hardest subject found in school. Armed with knowledge learned in High School, Fate will now ordain it so, Some will soon begin life’s battle, Others on to College go. R. H. ’14. An evil deed will ne’er a blessing earn. Revenge is also barren of good return. It is its own dread food, murder its gratification, And its deeds of horror, its desired compensation. (Translation from Wilhelm Tell.) H. M. ’14 Q U I N I A U L T 65 A Spring Day “Oh! what a perfectly beautiful clay. If we could only stay out of school and enjoy the pleasures of this wonderful Spring day.” This speech came from Helen MfcGregor, one of the dearest, sweetest girls imaginable. She was as a rule what one would call a very good little girl, but like most others, loved fun once in a while. Today she was sorely tempted to carry out some of her pranks. The birds seemed to call to her and the flowers nodded as if they would be greatly pleased if she would only join them. Grace Hamilton seemed to become enthused also, and in a short time the downcast look upon her face told the story completely. She appeared to be in a deep study and as she was known as the perfect schemer in this jolly crowd of seven, it was nothing unusual for her to be in this mood. The girls all happened to meet today on their way to school. They were, as a rule, rather noisy, when all together, but for some reason or other were quieter today than usual. The sweet spring air must have inspired them. The intense silence was broken by Dorothy Draper, who suddenly cried: “A penny for your thoughts, Grace. Please let us in on this, for maybe we would be of some assistance to you by solving some of those problems which seen; to be bringing frowns upon your face.” “O,” answered Grace, “I was just thinking-------- “Well, go on, cried Ellen Miller, rather a witty girl. “We are all very glad you are thinking. It does one good to think once in a while. We should like to know what your wonderful thoughts are, though.” “Well,” said Grace, “I am not sure whether I ought to tell you or not, after that. But I guess you might as well know, for I suppose it is an extremely evil thought and I had better get it out of my system, so the quicker the better. I was just thinking what great fun it would be if we could skip school this afternoon and go on some kind of a little excursion, either to the park, or boating. No one would ever find it out and we could have the best time. What do you think of the plan, girls? “Oh!” cried Beatrice Woodard, “1 think it would be splendid. 1 should just love to play truant and go to Lakemont in the auto. Wouldn’t you like that, girls?” They all yelled “Yes” but one, Gertrude Fraser; she wasn't very much pleased over the plan. She always held to the theory that she liked fun but in the right place and at the right time. She was very studious and so far carried the honors of her class. “Why,” she said, “I haven't been absent from school this term yet, and I think it would be a shame to spoil everything now by staying out just for one afternoon’s fun.” “Gertrude, please do not be pessimistic. What’s the difference if you haven’t been absent? That doesn’t signify that you can’t be. I can see no harm in one afternoon. We can easily make up the work 66 QUINIAULT and even if we can’t, I should think that you would be wonying least of us about our lessons, for you are at the head and can easily afford to miss your subjects once.” “Yes, Gertrude, please do not spoil everything now,” came from the quietest, meekest little girl in the crowd, Lydia King. She wanted to go very much but down in her heart something seemed to tell her that she shouldn't and she was having a little battle all of her own. The six of them began to persuade poor Gertrude who was having the worst time possible. She seemed to stand absolutely alone an the negative side, while on the affirmative were six pleading girls. Gertrude gave all kinds of excuses. “What if Mr. Miller should find it out? He might expel us all. We should never he allowed to make up the work, and even if we could I am not in love with studying hack work. It is hard enough to keep up to date. O, and think, I would have to take all the exams and probably fail.” The girls laughed at this remark. The ridiculous idea of Gertrude failing seemed almost impossible. “And what would mother and father say? They would never forgive me. Father would he so angry and disappointed.” “How will your father and mother know,” said Helen. “We shall fix it up so that no one shall ever know hut ourselves. Besides, you never have skipped school and it would take a whole lot of proof to convince your parents that you did.” Finally the six girls alone began to make plans. They seemed to think of nothing hut fun while the probable consequences apparently never entered their heads. They could very easily go without Gertrude, hut they didn’t like the idea of the crowd being broken up. The one question was in the minds of all—how was it going to end? Gertrude seemed determined on her side so the girls ceased coaxing for they knew it was useless to try to persuade Gertrude to change her mind when she had once made it up. “I should rather go down the river a few miles than to the park, wouldn’t you. girls?” said Grace. “I think we could have much more fun. I think I could get the boat without father’s knowing.” “Well, I would really like to go to the park better,” said Beatrice, “hut I am afraid that I couldn’t get the auto out of the garage without mother seeing. And if she saw us all our plans would he ruined and then I would never get to go, for when these nice days come she would he very careful that I reached school safely.” The girls were now nearing the school so they had to decide definitely as to what they should do. Gertrude left the other girls now and went the rest of the way alone. It didn’t seem to take much effort on her part for she was doing what she thought was right, at least what her conscience prompted. The girls looked wistfully as she walked up the hill toward the school building, for they knew they would miss her as she was always good-natured and added to their store of fun; but they had to he contented. QUINIAULT 67 They decided that they would not all go down to the river together, for if any one of the school authorities should see them in a crowd going the wrong direction, suspicion would immediately he aroused. They were engaged in a very heated argument when all at once Lydia cried out, “Look, here comes Mr. Miller. O, what shall we do? Where shall we go? I am afraid he has already seen us.” While Lydia was talking in this manner the rest were in action, and almost before she could say “jack-rabbit,” they had all disappeared. When she discovered this she became more alarmed than ever. Mr. Miller was now rapidly approaching her and she felt sure that he had seen her. Suddenly she spied a barrel and quick as a flash she was inside it, thanking her lucky stars that it had been empty. The sound of Mr. Miller’s heavy footsteps became gradually louder and louder. Another thankful thing, he didn’t wear rubber pads on his heels so she could hear him approaching. Her heart began to thump and bump in such a manner that she feared it would at any moment leap out of her throat, where it seemed to be. He was now near, very near to the barrel in which Lydia had concealed herself. She was continually thinking, what if Mr. Miller would come to the barrel and raise the lid. O! how extremely embarassing it would be. She felt the blood rush up into her face already. Slowly the sound of Mr. Miller’s heavy tread died in the distance. O! what a relief to Lydia. Evidently he had not spied her and she was apparently safe. Slowly and cautiously she emerged from the barrel and finally she was on her feet again. She wondered where all the rest of the girls had disappeared so quickly. She soon found out, for each one came quietly from the place that they had first seen after being informed of Mr. Miller’s approach. Helen and Beatrice had jumped over a fence and hid behind a chicken coop. Grace concealed herself behind a stone wall upon which she said she bumped her head so hard that she saw stars. Dorothy and Ellen came out together from behind a house with the most scared look upon their faces. They were all so out of breath that one would have thought they had been running for hours. Helen was the first to speak. “O, what, a very narrow escape. Mr. Miller must have been thinking deeply or he would have surely seen you. Just see how I have torn my dress. Why, how in the world will I ever get that mended without Mother knowing?” Sure enough there was a long gash in Helen's dress and in spite of the fright the girls had to laugh. Grace finally suggested that they all go back to school and behave themselves. You should have seen the look on all five faces. “Oh, no,” they all cried, seemingly so disappointed. They were soon convinced that Grace was only in fun. They determined that each one should go down to the river by a different street and meet some place near the boathouse. In a few minutes they reached the river safely, Beatrice being the last one to arrive. QUI NIAULT 68 The next thing was to get the boat out without attracting any attention. This was left to Grace, who, since the boat belonged to her father, knew most about it. The remaining girls hid behind some tall grass while Grace stole very cautiously around the boathouse. She stopped before trying the knob of the door. Suddenly she heard a noise and as quick as lightning she disappeared. After waiting for a few minutes she concluded that it must have been a water rat. She tried again and this time reached the inside of the boathouse in safety. Before long she pushed out upon the bank one of the prettiest little boats that travelled the river in that section of the country. After some little difficulty they succeeded in launching the boat and were at last safely upon their excursion. When they had gone a distance of about two miles Grace suggested that they stop along the bank and go into the woods which bordered either side of the river. “Oh, let's do, ’ cried Ellen. “There is a pretty green copse right opposite us.” After a little hesitation the remaining girls agreed to land and before long their voices could be heard echoing in the deep woods. Beatrice, who had passed a store on her way to the river, now produced a delicious little lunch which was certainly warmly welcomed by the girls, for their experience had apparentlv created an appetite. While they were enjoying their layout, they were startled by the sound of a rifle shot. “What’s that?” said Lydia nervously. “That is what we all want to know,” cried Dorothy. More shots broke the silence and the concealed hunters seemed to he coming closer. “I see someone,” cried Helen. “Why! it looks like one of the boys of our class.” “To be sure. It is a crowd of High School boys,” said Grace. “Now we shall have to skat, for I wouldn’t for anything that they should see us here.” The girls voluntarily began to gather up the diliferent little scraps and everything that would be a sign of their being there. Before long they were again in the boat rowing up the river. Bv this time there was not quite so much hilarity, for they were all a little tired and also worried, although they would not admit it. Finally they came to the boathouse and although they had had a very enjoyable time, seemed glad to get back again. School had just been dismissed and if they walked a little rapidly they could all reach their homes about the same time as usual. The next morning came and the girls all went to school trembling. They were very eager to tell Gertrude of their experience and she was just as anxious to know. They took great care not to meet Mr. Miller in the hall. QUIN IAULT 69 On one occasion Mr. Miller stepped up to Helen to speak to her on the subject of debate. Well poor Helen’s face turned all colors and she gave one great sigh of relief when she found out what he wanted. The boys whom they had seen the day before evidently did not see them for nothing further was said about it. After school Grace remarked, “Well, we had a good time and were not found out, but that nervous strain is too much for me and I am afraid it would take a lot of persuasion to get me to skip school again.” “I think we all agree with you,” said Lydia. “I should say we do,” came the quick answer from the rest of the girls. ' H. E. T5 AT SUNSET I walked alone along the shore, And viewed the sunset bright; The water blue was changed to gold— It was a glorious sight. The winds were whispering faintly, To lull the waves to rest. The lonely sea-gulls, aimlessly, Came drifting from the west. The sun sank down below the sea And twilight gray came on. The sea-gulls’ outcries cheered me, While I paced the strand alone. J. I. BACK TO THE FARM Can’t you hear the cows a’ mooing, can’t you see the calves a’ doing All the funny steps and twisting, down the lane; When the dogs they are barkifig, and the birds are off skylarking, Then I think it’s time to go back there again. When the evening sun is yellow, and the crops are good and mellow Then you know it’s time to start your harvesting; When the spuds are duly sacked, and the hay is nicely stacked, Then you can sit and let the little birdies sing. Now I often sit and ponder ’bout why I don’t go yonder Where the apples blossom on in peace sublime; But the only way I figger. is to say when I get bigger That I’ll go back there and live for all the time. C. T. T61-2 OUINIAULT Romelie GGQ-Gg SAT in an easy chair gazing contemplatively into the open fire. It was at times like this, sitting half asleep before the fire, that visions of the past would rise before me, almost Tg overpowering me in a flood of bitter sweet reminiscences. I walked over to the mantle and took down a little sandalwood box, with curiously carved, foreign characters on the cover. Returning to my chair I opened the box. ithin lay a handkerchief, a sheer bit of linen and lace. A faint suggestion of ottar of roses hung around it still. In one corner was embroidered a tiny letter R. “Romelie. 1 murmured softly, as 1 had murmured it every night for the last ten years. Ten years! It seems like yesterday that I left her and I see her now, her dark eyes sparkling, her cheeks faintly flushed and a single red rose in her black hair. She was a Princess of a proud, old Austrian family, betrothed to the foppish son of an equally proud, old Austrian family; I, but a sinvple American gentleman. Yet I will never forget that it was I to whom she gave her heart, not the titled dandy. I met her while I was travelling in Italy, in a little village where she was spending the summer. I was riding on one of the many picturesque roads around the little Italian town when I came upon her, the very picture of vexation and distress. Her horse had gotten an ugly stone in its shoe, and she was trying in vain to dislodge it. If you will permit me, perhaps I can help you. I said, dis-nting. She answered me in perfect English with just a faint, attractive accent. If you will be so kind, she said, looking up thankfully. “This bad stone is hurting my poor Marie, and I cannot get it out.” 1 will do my best. I replied, and taking a little stick I pried the stone loose and soon got it out. “Thank you so much! she said, when I had finished; and we rode back to the little village together. Prom that time our friendship progressed rapidly. I knew her only as Romelie Foulant, the best and truest companion a man ever had. One evening as we were walking through a quaint old cemetery, 1 told her that I loved her. And then—and then she told me that she was the Princess Romelie and that before another summer she would be the wife of a rich Austrian nobleman. I must marry him, she said. My family has grown poor and the only hope of retrieving their fortunes is my marriage to a weatlhv man. I owe it to my mother, and besides, the papers are already signed. Put then she told me that she did love me, and I did not envy the Austrian nobleman. Rather her love and a sweet memory of her than a loveless wife, thought I. Q U I N I A U L T 7i We had two or three more meetings, and then one bright morning in a little garden adjoining the old hotel, she told me that she was going back to her home in Austria. “We must say good-bye, sweetheart, she said, “while we are strong and brave. I will never, never forget you, even though we never see each other again. And every night I will think of you, and every night you must think of me. And we will hope, that perhaps some-lime. somewhere, we shall see each other again. She gave me her little lace handkerchief, and I gave her my signet ring, and there in that sunny little garden in old Italy, we parted—she going to her home in Austria, I to return to America and strive to dull my painful remembrance of that last hour. 1 had nearly fallen asleep as I lived over that one short summer. The fire burned low on the hearth and the clock struck twelve. Gently. I closed the little sandalwood box, which 1 still held open in my hand. “Oh memories that bless and burn, I murmured, and then whispered again softly with a deep sigh—“Romelie!” 1 h M. M. ’15 GIRLS The girls arrive at half-past eight, And yet they are always late; Because they have to stop and wait. Trying, of course, to concentrate. Of course it's fine to have shocks of hair, And equally so, to be quite fair; ’Twould he better in both to be some spare, Or take more time and just get there. TO THE GOD OF EASY STREET (Apologies to Kipling.) When Geom’s last prop is finished and the proofs have all been tried, When Caesar’s glory has drowned in the flood of memory’s tide, We shall rest, and, Jove! we’ll need it—joy! bliss! for a month or two, Till the morn of September thirteenth shall set us to work anew! And those that are bright shall he happy, they shall sit in teaehei s chan. They shall chew gum and candy and no one H give a care; They shall shoot nice fat spit-balls at Miller, King and all. The whole day long they’ll play hookey and never get fired at all! And only Miller shall praise us, and only Miller shall blame; And all shall cheat for honor, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the slinking, and each, in his sepaiate scat. Shall do the things that he wants to for the God of Easy Street. 72 QUINIAULT Parody on the “Raven” with Apologies to Poe Once upon a night quite dreary, while I nodded weak and weary, Over many a torn up poem I had tried to write before— While I sat thus, nearly weeping, suddenly there came a squeaking, As of someone slyly sneaking, sneaking by my bolted door; “ 'Tis some nightly fowl,” I muttered, “squeaking at my bolted door”; Only this—I never swore. Before my fire so brightly gleaming, long I sat there wildly dreaming, Thinking, scheming schemes no mortal ever dared to scheme before; But my heart beat fast and faster, till of myself I was not master, And my fancied weird disaster seemed to gloat before my door, Seemed to gloat in mawkish glee just before my bolted door, Seemed to mock and nothing more. Finally my nerves grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, I, with many sad misgivings, quietly neared my bolted door; Bending low and bending lower, till my knees fell on tbe floor And my eye pressed on the keyhole I the darkness did explore;— But the night’s Plutonian blackness little relevancy bore: Nothing there did I explore. Back across my chamber creeping, all nty soul within me weeping, Once again I set to linking verses I had rhymed before; But my tale was unavailing and my patience fast was failing, I burst out then madly wailing at the papers on the floor. At the dry and measly fragments that were scattered on the floor; Scattered there in trials sore. While I was thus my time engaging, all my soul within me raging, Again there came a squeaking somewhat louder than before, So that now to get an inkling of my visitor in a twinkling I without a moment’s thinking snatched the bolt from out tbe door. Not a second in my rashness had I stopped to think it o’er; It was now, or nevermore. Open wide I flung the barrier when in there stepped an omen carrier, A gaunt and ghastly Raven of the ghostly days of yore, Without a moment’s hesitation or the slightest explanation, He in gloating exultation perched upon my only store— Perched upon a book of poems that had been my guide before; Perched and heard and nothing more. Much I marveled at this action and to tempt him from inaction. And to gain some satisfaction, I from him thus did implore: “Ghastly, gaunt and ghostly Raven, for this refuge—for this haven. Tell this heart with poems laden if it shall e’er them outpour! Tell. O, tell me I implore you, tell me now or nevermore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” QUINIAULT 73 Prophet,” raved I, “thing of omen! Prophet still if fiend or foeman! By the stars that beam above us—by the moon we both adore, Leave this place by horror haunted where thy presence is unwanted, Return to your wild enchanted home upon the distant shore— To your black and fiendish castle on the night’s forbidding shore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” So the Raven, never snoring, still is poring, still is poring O’er my book of ancient poems that I held from days of yore; And his eyes have all the beaming of a poet’s that is dreaming, And the firelight o’er him streaming casts his shadow on the door; And my poetic being through that shadow on the door Shall pass—ah, nevermore. ---------------------------- F. F. T4 “The one who knows and knows he knows, Is doubly blessed when he’s at school; But the one who tells you all he knows, Has confessed that he’s a fool.” THE LOGGER Oh! I’m a carefree lumberjack, A workin’ hard all day; I little think of passing time ’Till the day I get my pay. There’s no excitement left for me Midst breaking lines and falling trees; Except just once when we snaked out A log that held a swarm of bees. We turn out when we hear the gong. Which calls us to a hasty meal, And work like sin while daylight lasts; Then after work how tired we feel. But, after all, it’s a healthy job, With the fragrance of cedar and pines; Or making straps for the bull block, Juggling chokers or splicing lines. And I’m a carefree lumberjack, A workin’ hard all day; I little think of the passing time ’Till the day I get my pay. 74 QUINI AULT Her Story N Carlton, Indiana, in a secluded site, far from traffic; partially concealed behind two mammoth, majestic poplar trees is snuggled a tiny brown bungalow. Oh! just the dearest, tiniest, toy-like heaven you ever could imagine. On each side of a narrow rustic walk leading from the gate to a quaint Dutch door, the glass of which is so spotlessly clean that it sparkles though no sunlight reaches it, grows a true old-fashioned garden, the kind which you hear your grandmothers speak of, Rosemary, lavendar, mignonette and hollyhock all together in such wild confusion that at first glance it appears neglected, but at a second glance you know that it is the garden of a dreamer. There is something so drowsily magnetic about the little cottage that it seems impossible to pass it. So yielding to a foreign impulse, you push the little gate open and enter, hoping that no one is at home, so that you may wander unmolested about the little haven. A mystic feeling rises within you; you feel as though you were treading on sacred ground; as though you were intruding on someone's solitude and peace; as if you were in the vicinity of a closely guarded secret; and so you start back toward the gate. You would have gone, had not, just then, the sweetest little grandmotherly person opened the upper half of the door and smiled at you. With a smile that holds you. You attempt to stammer an apology for being where you are. but another smile from the lace-capped, frilled-kerchief little lady silences you. She invites you in as though used to such intrusions, and you, wondering at the ease with you and filled with a curiosity to see the inside, to know if it is as delightful as the outside. Somehow you know what to expect, and the small room in which you are asked to “set” down does not disappoint you. It is perfectly ancient, and very typical of its mistress. Fluffy, white curtains, old fashioned colonial furniture, and house plants, such as fuchias, adorned the window sills. On one side a china closet filled with, (no valuable dresden) but blue pewter dishes. As conversation progresses from flowers and housekeeping, to more personal topics, you wish to know something about her. Why, it is more like a fairy tale than reality. You can readily tell that she has not been modernized; that her timid sweetness and delicacy has not been approached by contact with the coarser elements, thus you rapidly lose all desire to ever mingle again with populace of the outer world. For you are completely under the spell of this lace-capped fairy, and by the time that she has made tea and brought forth some delicious little cakes from an invisible shelf behind a snowy curtain, you are desperately in love with her. After she has, through very delicate questioning, found out all that is necessary about you, you ask her to tell you something about her life. And after considerable reluctancy, this is the tale she sadly relates: O U I N I A U L T 75 “Way, way across the ocean in Scotland, lassie, nigh forty years ago, lived peacefully a miller and his daughter never a quarrel they had, no, nor one cross word passed between them, till the daughter had old enow to ha’ a home o’ her own. “Then one day a nobleman o’ high rank, on a hunt, stopped to inquire o’ the road, as he'd strayed from the others. “Of course he saw the daughter and immediately wanted her. He worried her with lyis attentions all day, and o’ nights her father would bother her a tryin’ to persuade her to accept the offer. But she no fancied his boastful, sneaking ways. 'The poor lassie was worried nigh unto death, and, that lassie and I were one. dear. “Oh! How I hung between obedience to my father and the dictations o’ my heart, for in this same village there was a blacksmith and his son, Robert, whom I had from childhood loved. He was my only source of comfort now as my father had turned a gin me when 1 refused to do as he wished. “This lasted for two months, then, a small, sort o rebellion bioke out. fl don’t suppose you ha’ ever heard o it. lassie, for it was quickly suppressed.) These revolutions are very common and very numerous in countries where the nobility rule. It didn’t last long, my bairn, but long enow to shape t ie destinies o’ two persons. “O’ this the blacksmith’s son was the leader. Oh! how I hegged him. Knowing that Lord Gillis (that was his name) would he one of the surpressors, but hating for his forced attentions to me. Robert would not listen. “Thus, rivals in love and in warfare, no faster enemies loved. Each sought to gain advantage over the other, my father forbid me to see the man I loved and compelled me to smile on him. I loathed. “Through some freak o’ chance. Bob captured Lord Gillis. and kept him a prisoner for five days, but through the bribin o the guards lie escaped. “This was but the chance lie wished, for the next day he came with troops, and my Bobbie, totally unprepared, was marched away. 1 lirough the Lord’s false evidence and bribery, my Robert was sentenced to exilation. “Oh! my poor heart nigh broke when I heard o it. But I did not dispair. securing some o’ Bob’s clothes, on the evening of his sailing, 1 stole awav from home, knowing that no matter what ever became of me now. T could never return home. “Thus I had cast my future with a man who had been exiled in dishonor from his country (whether innocent or not did not matter.) But I loved him. and though I had need o’ hiding we were not altogether unhappy far from unjust fathers and influential Lords. “Then one beautiful starry night, as we were nearing this beautiful land of America, the boat struck a rock, and all, all but myself and a few sailors were drowned. Oh ! sad. sad. sad, my Robert with those many that perished. My Rob, my all. my very life, taken from me. QU I N I AULT 76 “I was cast on a portion of the wreckage, and there was found by your rough American sailors the next morning. “For days after (travel was slow then, lass,)I lay in one of their rough bunks, nor even cared to recover. What more could life have for me. I put forth no effort to live. But Fate willed that I should recover, and by the time we reached New York I was well. “Then more troubles began to appear, for, only twenty; ignorant of the customs of this vast free country; and with a heavy sorrow weighing me down I cared for nothing; and was in a sorry plight. “But it was not willed that harm should then come to me. One avenue of escape from starvation was opened to me, at the customs, for an elderly couple were waiting for just someone such as I. So I went with them and worked for them for four years, four ambitionless, disheartened years, full of heartaches. Then they adopted me. From then on I made friends rapidly, and had many fervent admirers. But they only succeeded in gaining my dislike. They recalled too vividly my noble hearted Robert, and so I hated them all for intruding. Thus T have never married, dearie, but have kept the memory of the man I loved intact. “After my benefactor died, his wife and I, each with a sorrow, grew very close to each other. We lived very quietly and peacefully, until she also, to my great sorrow, left this earth and its cruel trials, leaving me alone, (it is true) with a broader knowledge, also the sole heiress o’ her riches. “Then, giving most o’ it to a prison betterin’ institution, I kept but enow to build this little house, and enow to live on. “1 hus I have kept his memory always uppermost. I have tried, to be willing to live on, as long as God wills I should. “But! Oh, lassie, ’tis hard, hard—.” Here the little lady’s voice breaks and you feel like taking her into your arms, but before you do, she is again smiling and completely repossessed. The spell is broken. “And you have never beard of your father? you ask. “No, dearie, never.’’ You glance at your watch—“Why see how late it is, I must be going.’’ So with an invitation to return you depart. You determine to come often and be the better for knowing her: before that Dutch door is closed forever by the small, withered hand: before those tottering footsteps cease and the soul is released from its long imprisonment, to fly to its Robert. L. M. QUINIAULT 77 The Miser’s Treasure Gxaexaogs THE interurban special pulled up to the Chase Avenue W !H (? Station Sunday morning, four young people, two boys and (1 SSSSS two girls, waited on the platform. They were all about eighteen years old or over, and upon each one's face was a broad smile which told of the anticipation of a pleasant outing. They had planned for weeks ahead on this trip to the country for wild flowers and at last Spring’s bright days had come and so the car hounded over green fields, across fields on its way to the country. The young men were Grover Ennis and his chum, Charles Aya. Their companions, Miss Collins and her cousin. Alighting from the car at their desired place, they walked across a green meadow of clover and blue grass to a grove of trees, perhaps a mile distant. They had scarcely finished luncheon when their attention was attracted by an odd looking man coming toward them. He carried a huge box on his shoulder and in his hand a spade. He was tall and stoop-shouldered, had little, dark eyes set far hack in a small head, his grey hair and heard were long and unkept and his clothes were ragged and dirty. He looked as though someone was watching him. He came slowly towards them, as yet not seeing them. Seized with the spirit of adventure they gathered their belongings and ran to a nearby clump of underbrush where they could not he seen, and awaited results. The intruder came within thirty paces of their hiding place, after assuring himself that no one was watching him, he carefully laid his burden on the ground, took a revolver from his pocket and placed it where he could easily reach it. and with the spade began to dig. Pausing after a few shovelfulls were turned over, he murmured aloud: “My greatest treasure, no one will find you here.” All this time our friends were crouching behind the hush in a very uncomfortable position. Who could say what the lunatic might do if disturbed? The weather had changed and a rain began to fall and a wind came on. Nature was assuming that gloomy, dismal chill of tragedy. The girls were almost frantic. Once they became so noisy they were almost detected. The awful stranger, hearing a rustle in their direction, dropped his spade and gun in hand started on search. He passed them within a few feet, in fact they could hear him breathing; hut the trembling creature returned to his task. This time he worked faster and finally measuring the depth and breadth of the hole he placed the box down again, sorrowfully saying, “My only treasure. He then covered it over and placed the sod hack carefully and hurried off in the direction from whence he came. The frightened people watched him enter a nearby cabin and quickly hastened to hoard a car that was coming a few hundred yards up the track. 78 QUINIAULT It was agreed upon that no one should mention the strange incident for a few days, until something might happen to clear up the mystery. The conductor shouted, “Chase Avenue Station,” and all went off. It was only a short walk to the home of Miss Collins. Reaching the gate the party disbanded, the last words were, “Good-night, mum’s the word.” Monday morning when Grover Ennis glanced over the morning paper, his eyes fell upon the following in large, hlack print: “Found dead in his cabin, James Beggs, better known as Mysterious Jim, a farmer residing five miles south of the city.” Upon reading farther down the column he saw that the deceased had on Saturday before called at the First National Bank and withdrawn his deposits amounting to alxuit $5,000. saying that he wished to have everything cleared up before the harvest. The money could not he found and the general thought was that he had been murdered, while others, owing to the fact that he had been murdered with a gun in his hand, maintained he had committed suicide and the money, if found, was probably buried not far from his cabin. Mrs. Ennis noticed a slight change on Grover's face that morning as he ate his breakfast. She decided to wait until he came home for lunch before trying to find out what was on his mind. Hurriedly finishing his breakfast he put on his coat, hat and paper in hand, left the house. He did not go to the office that morning as usual, but went directly to the Weber Harness and Saddlery Co.’s store, where he found Charley just opening for the day’s business. Without ceremony he handed the paper to, his friend, pointing to the account of the suicide. Both stared at each other then almost one voice exclaimed. “Tonight.” It was enough, both understood. A few hours later the girls were made acquainted with the whole affair and promised to keep the secret. At noon the boys took lunch down town, where they made final arrangements for the night. A horse and buggy was purchased and at 7 :oo p. m. the adventurers set out. Long after most of the members of the Collins’ mansion had returned, a bright light burned in the second story window. At 12:00 the light was still burning. The avenue as far down as the eye could see by the arclights, was deserted. Presently a dark object came in view and one could tell it was a horse and buggy. A moment later a vehicle stopped at the gate and two men clad in heavy raincoats lifted a box from under the robes in the buggy and walked toward the house. The lights vanished and a figure opened a lattice door. The men entered carrying a box, again the light shown. They then prepared to open the box after taking off their raincoats. “What shall we do with the money?” asked Charley. “Suppose we should he found out and suspected of stealing it.” Just then Grover succeeded in breaking the padlock and raised the lid. Eight eyes almost shot from their sockets as they beheld, not rolls of gold and silver, but the lifeless body of a shepherd dog. M. F. ’17 Q U I N I A U L T 7 9 A Close Call e.ee.Gg'l' WAS a delightful evening late in September during the g period known as Indian Summer and just about a week after the opening of the season for moose. My partner and !§ I were sitting by our campfire after a substantial supper of bacon, doughgods and black coffee. The haze of early lh=Uc)-9'9c © fan filled the sweet, cool air, mingled with the aromatic fragrance of cedar and hemlock and the smoke of strong tobacco in our pipes. After a few campfire “yarns” had been passed back and forth, the drowsiness following a day in the open stole over us and we soon rolled up in our blankets near the fire. In the morning we were up as soon as the first rosy-tinted streaks of day began to appear in the eastern sky. After a hurried breakfast and much mild “cussing” on account of the swarms of gnats, we rolled our belongings into two bundles and threw them over into the brush, shouldered our rifles, and hit the up-river trail. My chum, Will Lewis, and I were up in the North Woods for our annual outing. This time we had chosen the country adjacent to the Rainy River, in Ontario, on account of our knowledge of the country gained on previous expeditions. We had been up the river the day before and had chosen our stand across the river from a well worn trail into the water where the moose came down morning and evening to drink. Toward this place we were making our way. We were thirty miles from the nearest town, where we had obtained our outfit, and we did not expect to see any human being besides ourselves until we got out. The sun was just rising over the hills to the east as we came out of the brush by the river and settled down behind a log to await the coming of the moose. From our point of vantage at a bend in the river we had a clear view of two hundred yards of wild, rushing water and the clumps of brush along the shore. Farther back we could see the rolling ridges covered thickly with balsam fir and tamarack, which led up to the snow-capped mountains painted crimson by the rising sun. Truly, it was a “land of old upheaval from the abyss by fire,” after the words of Tennyson. We settled down on the mossy carpet of the forest with our guns in easy reach, loaded our pipes, and prepared to make ourselves comfortable, while waiting for our quarry to appear. “Tell you what, Jack,” my partner suddenly said as I interrupted his meditations bv making a swipe at a large mosquito, “a nice, juicy moose steak would taste mighty good for dinner, eh?” “You bet,” I agreed, “ but. speaking of moose steak reminds me of an experience I had with a bull moose up in the Quetaw country two years ago. A party of us were up there enjoying a week s outing, hunting and fishing. One day I was out rambling around by myself and not noticing anything in particular until it became quite late in the 8o QUINIAULT afternoon. Looking at my watch I saw that I would be late for supper unless I headed for camp soon. I was following a stream dropping down off a ridge and was not paying close attention to where I was stepping when I had the misfortune to step on the sod where the water had washed the dirt from under it. Of course, my foot went right on through and I tumbled forward with a loud splash into the ice-cold water. The commotion I made frightened a large bull moose who happened to be taking his evening drink about fifty yards upstream and out of sight around the bend. He must have been bewildered by tbe noise, for instead of running off in the brush, he came downstream directly towards me. I heard him coming and, as he came splashing around the bend, I fired. But I shot too quick and only succeeded in giving him an ugly wound in the shoulder. His fright immediately turned to anger as he stopped and glared at me. I hastily threw another shell upon the carriage but it would not enter the chamber. I wasted precious seconds fumbling with the mechanism until I discovered that the first shell had broken with the explosion, part of it remaining lodged in the chamber. My gun was now a useless club until the shell should be removed. The bull was now charging down the creek bottom at me with lowered head and wicked l x king horns. Looking at the steep, slippery banks I realized that I was in for it and wondering how I was going to get out of the mess I had gotten into through no fault of my own, when suddenly----- “What’s that? That must be a moose!” Bill suddenly exclaimed, rising to his knees and reaching for his Winchester. I looked in the direction he indicated with his free hand. Across the river, at the point where the runway entered the water, the brush was shaking and cracking as though a large animal was attempting to force a passage to the water. Rising to one knee, I snatched up my rifle, made sure it was loaded, drew a bead on the center of swaying brush and was about to fire when my partner seized my arm and said excitedly: “Don’t shoot, Jack! You can’t tell what it is!” Just then the brush parted and a man stepped out on the bank right under the bead of my sight. I lowered my rifle and, when I turned to my partner, my face was as white as a sheet and my hands trembled like a leaf. “My God!” 1 whispered in a husky voice, “what if I had killed him?” I sank down behind the log while Bill watched the woodsman out of sight down the river. But I was suddenly weak and sick. Turning to my partner I said in a weak voice, “I don’t want any more of this. Let’s go home.” And home we went. H. C. T4. “While the flowers in the fields are blooming, And the birds are nesting high; We, life’s burdens are assuming, When we leave the Aberdeen Hi.” QUINIAULT 81 The Charm of the Happy Waters GGGGP LITTLE girl of eight or ten had thrown herself down on a mossy bank beneath the aged but protecting arms of a grand old English oak. The air was soft with the coming l W yjyyjto Spring, the sun was shining, the trees vibrated with the v LUOjfa sonf s larks. Noble trees interlaced their arms and cast 1—upon the ground below figures of light and shade. A mysterious silence brooded over the place, disturbed only by the murmur of a stream which slipped by in unruffled serenity, singing its ever-flowing song. The child often sat here for hours at a time reading or dreaming, with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. The rustling branches of the trees related to her wonderful tales. The old oak especially knew more than all the other trees, for here lived Benelda, the good fairy. How merrily the water flowed as it meandered along under the bridge and through the park with the bright sun glistening on it. This silvery stream which gurgled so happily past the “Fairies Corner” was more sacred to Benelda than all else for (as Becky thought) who ever drank of the waters would have jjerpetual happiness. Small and dark-haired with a thin, pale face and large wistful eyes, Becky looked herself like a tiny elf. She was practically an orphan for her mother was dead and her father in India. She lived with an aunt, a cold, reserved woman who had little affection for children, and who left Becky much to her own devices. Lying here eagerly poring over the worn pages of the “Arabian Nights,” she was startled by a rustling of the branches behind her. Looking around she saw that she was no longer alone, for a young man of about six and twenty who, if not handsome, had a strong and kindly face, was looking down at her in surprise and wonder. At the sight of an entire stranger Becky sprang up as if to run away. “Don't let me frighten you, little girl.” His voice and manner were winning, disarming the child of all fear and she stood shyly at the foot of the stately oak. “Who are you?” he asked. “Do you live around here?” Encouraged by his friendly tone, Becky gave ready information. “I am Rebecca, and I live at the manor.” He spoke again. “Aren’t you lonesome here? Perhaps you are accustomed to playing by yourself.” Tears suddenly rose in Becky’s eyes but she tried to blink them back before the visitor could see them. “There—there used to be mother, you know, she used to play with me. Aunts are different somehow, aren’t they ? They haven t time I suppose,” looking with wistful eyes at the stranger for confirmation of the fact. “Quite different, there's nothing in the whole world like a mother.” Lord Wyverton was thinking of his own boyhood days. “But what amuses you in this melancholy grove?’’ he inquired. “ ’Tisn’t a melancholy grove,” said Becky. “Fairies live here. This is the ‘Fairies Corner.’ Do you live in the neighborhood ? “Oh yes—here abouts,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “But tell me more about this fairyland of yours.” Q U I N I A U L T 82 Well pleased to find so attentive listener Becky proceeded to tell him about Benelda, the trees and the stream of the “Happy Waters” with its magic power of giving happiness. Lord Wyverton enjoyed her droll talk and to humor her said: “Well, I'm not very happy just at present. Perhaps you will give me a drink of the ‘Happy Waters.’” Becky was shocked. “Oh. no,” she replied, “to drink of Happy Waters one must be good and do some good deed. Lord Wyverton laughed. “Well, perhaps sometime I will he good and you will give me this desirable drink.” I hey got quite friendly and as the shades of evening were settling over the grove he decided to accompany her home, having known her aunt years ago. As they rose to go, Becky glanced toward the gray castle just visible through the trees in the opposite direction from her own house. “A bad man lives there, but lie’s in Europe now. Aunt says he’ll take away the ‘Happy Waters’ when lie comes back, ’cause he owns it. But it’s mine, anyhow,” she added defiantly. 'I hey walked on together. “There’s ogres living on those trees, pointing to the elms which fringed the pathway leading to the manor. Her voice hushed to a whisper. “Nurse says there’s a ghost sometimes.” Presently they were coming up the driveway. The manor was a rustic place with ivy and honeysuckle twined about it, the look of former prosperity. The most part of the lands had long since passed from the family’s possessions to that of the hungry creditors, yet Sir Dinsmore, as he liked to style himself, contrived to maintain some position and had no little glory from his traditional lordship over the spacious acres surrounding. As they approached, Mrs. Dinsmore. who had just returned from a drive, advanced to meet them with outstretched hand. “We are delighted and honored to see you, Lord Wyverton. I hope you have come home to stay. “1 don’t know about that. lie replied. “I don’t stay long in one place. They chatted pleasantly for some time. “This is an unusual child. Mrs. Dinsmore. Doesn’t she mind being left so much to her own devices? It is rather dull for her I should think. I suppose it is. replied Mrs. Dinsmore irritably, “but she’s used to it and after all. one can’t be bothered always with other people's children.” Declining her pressing invitation to dinner under plea of an engagement and promising to come again soon, Lord Wyverton started to go. “Oh. said Becky suddenly, who had meanwhile been seated on the steps, “I do hope you won't see the ghost.” Her aunt turned on her reprovingly. “Such ideas are absurd! No one ever sees a ghost because they don’t exist.” “But last night, continued Becky mysteriously, “I thought I saw it from my window and---------.” “Rebecca, he silent! Don't ever let me hear such nonsense again.” said her aunt sternly. “Be sure there is not a word of truth in such things.” QUINIAULT A pensive look came into the child’s eyes which would have told a keen observer that Becky still believed. Small wonder, considering the lonely days passed without parents or childish companions to the manor. A day or so later Lord Wyverton again visited the manor. Mrs. Dinsmore received him with extravagant courtesy and ushered him into the soberly but handsomely furnished drawing room. Her face beamed with hospitality and pride. “How kind of you to come, Lord Wyverton.” A very slender young girl was standing under an open window, twirling a rose in her fingers. She was not beautiful but possessed that personal magnetism which attracts and interests more than mere beauty. “Margaret, here is Lord Wyverton whom you have not seen for years,” exclaimed Mrs. Dinsmore. “Lord Wyverton, do you remember my daughter?” As he shook hands with her, he told himself she was wonderfully pretty. Her eyes were of a deep, unchanging blue and her chestnut colored hair waved softly about her face. During the ensuing fortnight Lord Wyverton came often to the manor. He enjoyed Margaret's conversation and society, though she seemed to care little for his. Mrs. Dinsmore was annoyed with Margaret for her lack of interest in Lord Wyverton whom she thought a very desirable husband for her daughter. He was known to be very wealthy and owned Farleigh Hall which was one of the most beautiful places in the southwest of England. It possessed something like ninety acres of ground and the house itself was full of historical interest. After his departure one evening, Mrs. Dinsmore went slowly back to the drawing room, the smiles dying from her face before the short, calculating expression which did duty with her for thoughtfulness. When entering the room she said to a servant: “Tell Miss Dinsmore I’m awaiting her here.” “Close the door, Margaret, I wish to speak to you.” “You perhaps know, my dear, that we are in very straightened circumstances. Your father has made unfortunate investments and we may lose everything we have if he cannot raise a thousand pounds in the next month.” Margaret looked up inquiringly. “Lord Wyverton wishes to marry you, Margaret. He is coming over in the morning and will make his wish known to you.” Her voice rang hard and defiant. “You must not refuse him. child. He will want to be married soon and I see no reason for delay.” The girl raised her eyes to her mother’s and they bore an expression of disappointment. “Oh, mother, think what it means to me. I am only nineteen.” “Lord Wyverton is twenty-four,” interrupted her mother. “But mother, I don’t care for him. You know I love Bob and we were to be married in June.” The girl choked. Mrs. Dinsmore rested one foot on the fender. “Oh. she said at last. She looked up into the girl’s face with a quick, searching glance. “Lord Wyverton will give his wife the finest jewels in London.” “I don’t want his jewels, I don’t want him,” replied the girl. QUINI AULT 4 “Think of your father, child, have you no consideration for us?” The girl blushed warmly. There was no answer. She was standing with her head bent, her hands clenched. The elder woman laid her l ands suddenly on the round, young arm. “Don’t be a fool, she said. Margaret’s breast heaved, but she said nothing. She disengaged herself from her mother's hold and went out of the room. Mrs. Dinsmore stared after her blankly. “Horrid nuisance that she should be engaged to that Frere boy! she exclaimed bitterly, and then departed to her room. Satisfied that the girl would do her bidding, Mrs. Dinsmore went to bed. But Margaret had no intention of retiring. She sat down in an arm chair by the fire and stared into the flames. At last she roused herself. She went to the dressing table and took up an opened letter which lay there. She carried it back to her chair, sat down again and slowly re-read it from the endearing salutation to the signature. “Yours ever, Bob. At length she lay back in her chair. “I can’t marry Lord Wyverton, she said to herself. Her face was white and set. Yet duty demands that I should.” Becky rubbed her eyes; she thought at first she had been dreaming. Someone was moving restlessly around in the room across the hall. Yes, now she heard a smothered sob. And who slept across the hall? Why, Margaret, of course. Becky stifled a yawn and crept out of bed. She loved her cousin more than anyone since her mother’s death. Margaret must be in pain or trouble and she must go to her. Her bare feet pattered across the hall. She pushed the door softly open. For a moment she did not speak—just stared wistfully at her cousin. Then—“I heard you crying, Margy dear. What is it that’s troubling you? Margaret gathered the child in her arms. “Has someone made you unhappy?” Margaret nodded. Becky soothed her nerves. She could tell her troubles to Becky and she would be sorry though she did not understand. “You see, dear, she said thoughtlessly. “I must marry Lord Wyverton. He is frightfully rich and father needs money now.” “But Margy, I thought you were going to marry Bob. In the silence that followed Becky looked searchingly at her cousin. She understood now. Then with a sudden thought she exclaimed, “There’s the ‘Happy Waters.......I’m so glad because it will all come right now,” Margaret smiled faintly. “Well, run back to bed, dear, I’ve said more than I. ought. Throwing a shawl around her shoulders, Becky slipped softly downstairs. She cautiously opened the door and stepped out onto the porch and down the steps. A flood of moonlight fell full on her face and the pale rays shining through the trees gave the surroundings a-singularly ghostly appearance. Becky shivered with fear and started to turn back, her love for her cousin battling with her awful fear of the shadows. She dared not hesitate, and with lips set firm rushed blindly forward scarcely conscious of the cold night air fluttering her thin gown. Oh! how heavily the stillness hung upon the air. No sound broke the silence save her quick breathing. The wind rustling through the QUINIAULT 85 trees whispered to her of strange spectres. The rustle of each leaf overhead made her heart heat faster. The moments crept by. The night seemed full of magic. She dared not look back but kept her eyes cast down, fearing lest she see something super-natural. On she went past the “Happy Waters, across the bridge—a moment more and she would he beyond the big trees and the shadows of the grove. At last she reached Farleigh Hall. The door was not locked and she slipped through the lofty square hall. A door stood ajar and a light came from within. Becky burst into the apartment a pitiful object to see. Lord Wyverton was sitting in a great chair before the fireplace, a number of books beside him. He was a man not easily surprised, but for a moment he was too amazed to speak. Becky met his gaze and her lips trembled. He soothed and hushed her into calmness and then breathlessly she gasped out the whole story, not holding back a single detail of Margaret's misfortune. Lord Wyverton smiled by no means bitterly. “And I thought,” continued Becky, “if perhaps you could drink of ‘Happy Waters,’ it might come right after all. A new light slowly dawned on Lord Wyverton and with clearer visions he realized how much the elfin child s prattling had saved him and unhappy Margaret. “If I promise to adjust Lord Dinsmore's financial matters and give Margaret and Bob their happiness, shall I have earned the right to drink of ‘Happy Waters?’ ” Becky impulsively threw her cold arms about his neck and hand in hand the newly-awakened man and the believer in fairies went out into the night toward the distant murmur of “Happy Waters. Having accomplished her mission, Becky stole softly up the stairway and went wearily to bed. In spite of the happiness she had caused others, she sighed for her little heart was lonely. In Farleigh Hall the young Lord stared thoughtfully into the flames of the fireplace. The cooling drink under the stars had awakened in him a new ambition which strangely enough was linked with the little fairy, and who shall say but it was due to the Charm of the Happy Waters? M. T. ’14 THE CHAMPIONS Aberdeen is in Washington, by the famous Chehalis river, And the rain that comes with the rising tide Makes all the people run inside And with the chill wind shiver. On a distant day which I recall, When both the rain and snow did fall, To Electric Park went one and all; To see a great game of football. The rain fell in torrents, the field was shocking: Still for tickets the people came flocking. Big boys and little boys. Shouting, laughing, making noise. 86 Q UI N I A U L T Big girls and little girls, Rosy faces, golden curls. Old men and young men, Who’ve played the game and would like to again. Old ladies and young ladies. Who’ve come to the game and brought their babies; All sorts of people crowding together. Have come to the game in spite of the weather. Now the game is about to commence, Just look at those boys who are climbing the fence. But the Aberdeen boys are there on the spot. And they'll pay the dues, or they'll see the game—not. Now the whistle has blown and the men are in place— But see the look on the coach's face. He thinks they'll win and he hopes they do For he knows that the team is a winning one. too. As the game goes on our crowd grows still. For our opponents have driven us hack until— If we yield a few yards, a touchdown they'll make— But look at that fellow! My! what a break! Will he get to the goal? Is he going to score? Hurrah! He has done it. Now yell for some more. Thus score upon score we add to the pile. Our opponents are weary, they can't even smile. At the first of the game they were all in clover. But now they are going before the game's over. And now the game’s over. Hoquiam’s pride’s on the floor. They pile on the cars, without a word more. Aberdeen is elated, its pride needs no puffing. For at last they’ve beat Hoquiam twenty-five to nothing. We bad that team beat from start to the finish, But their spunk and their skill never seem to diminish; They’re a bunch of good sports (without any guving) They lost the big game, but not without trying; Their men were all light with plenty of vim— And as for their-coach—we've a good word for him. He must he a patient and hard-working knight; To train such a team to put up such a fight. Very good was the record of both of the teams Hocpiiam hadn’t been beaten that year so it seems; The University Freshmen had beat Aberdeen Only time they’d been beaten in 1913; They'd played the Tacomans who were impolite, They'd beat Whitworth College after a fight. These are all to which I call your attention Although there are other games which I might mention. ’Twas thro’ their own efforts (which I'm sure were their best) That the team won the Championship of the Northwest. G. G. T6 QUINIAULT 87 The Exchange Department is the medium of communication between schools and ought to be most carefully developed. Too many exchange editors skim carelessly through their files of exchanges, contenting themselves with the general criticisms, comments on size, arrangement, appearance, quality, etc. We think the conscientious exchange editor should devote himself to the careful perusal of his exchanges and his criticisms should be given with a view to stimulate and encourage the literary ability in the individual contributors. General criticisms are unfair unless the exchange editor is thoroughly acquainted with the schools from which his exchanges come. Owing to the excessive appetency of many of our students for “exchanges” wherewith they may divert their studious minds from the tedium of study, many exchanges have failed to come into the hands of the editor. The editors of the respective schools, as well as the contributors, deserve credit for the journals which have been published in the preceding year. The talent and spirit of the schools have been well represented. . The general appearance and cover design of the “M. H. Aerolith are commendable. The English material is very good. Of the rest we are not qualified to judge. Red and Gray,” your poetry is of a superior type, especially “Moral-izings of a Senior and “A Glimpse Into the Future. 1 he comment on “The Practical Value of Latin” is indeed clever. On the whole the “Red and Gray” is an excellent paper, containing good subject matter. “The Key” from Battle Creek, although a small journal, is well edited. The cuts are original and characteristic of the subjects. The pink sporting page is something out of the ordinary and shows the school’s appreciation of athletics. “The Tattler,” Raymond, Washington. The combination of green and bright pink is decidedly incongruous. The one story is good. Why not increase your literary department so as to balance the rest of your paper? m We wish to congratulate the “Crimson and Gray” upon their splendid April number. “Playing a Joke on the Minister” is interesting and clever. “The Hesperian,” Oregon City, Oregon, is a magazine of exceptional merit. The poem, “The Patriot’s Dream,” is good. Your exchange department is well arranged. NORTHWEST CHAMPIONSHIP TEAM. ABERDEEN HIGH SCHOOL QUINI AULT 89 In our initial athletic appearance the class of ’14 bid fair to have a strong athletic representation in High School. With the advent of the football season came our first chance to show our real worth. Although we were not represented on the first team, the second team, always essential to a good first team, was practically composed of Freshmen. This team was the only one on the coast to score against the coast champions of 1910 and we feel proud of this distinction. Our representatives were Cecil Johnson, Geo. Hulbert, Stanley DeLosh, Gordon Spoon, Ralph Ingehrigtsen, Leslie Thompson, Homer Cross and Wilder Carter. In basket ball we were well represented, finishing the interclasseries in second place. The members of the team were Stanley DeLosh, Geo. Hulbert, Homer Cross, Wesley Schumaker and Ed Willikson. On the school team our representatives were Geo. Hulbert and Stanley DeLosh. Our lone representative on the baseball team was Cecil Johnston, whose position was pitcher, where he made a creditable showing. 4 Sept. 1911—Sophs.—June 1912. The football season again called forth a number of our class athletes and as a result five of our number won their A’s, they being Leslie Thompson, Cecil Johnston, Stanley DeLosh, Geo. Hulbert and Ralph Ingehrigtsen. We again made second place in the basket hall series. I he team person el were Ed Willikson, Mac Maurice, Homer Cross, Cecil Johnston, Wesley Schumacher and Leslie Thompson. On the first team we had three representatives: Stanley DeLosh. Homer Cross and Leslie Thompson. With the resumption of track work in our class athletics entered this new field and with a little preliminary practice, won the school championship. On the class team were Homer Cross, Mac Maurice, Leslie Thompson, Stanley DeLosh, Ed Willikson, Ralph Ingehrigtsen and Victor Lindberg. In the Indoor Athletic Carnival the class of 1914 was represented by Homer Cross, Mac Maurice, Wesley Schumacher, Ed Willikson. -----------T DON M. HAWLEY, Coach QUI NIAULT 9i Tom Willikson and Rogan Jones. The class wrestling team won two of the three championships and tied for the third. Mac Maurice won in the 150-pound class, Ed Willikson won in the 125-pound class and Tom Willikson tied with Walter Huttula in the 115-pound class. The Sophs were a close second in the Inter-class Outdoor Track Meet held in the latter part of April. In school track we had a good representation. On the school team were Homer Cross, Mac Maurice, Tom Willikson, Ed Willikson and Ralph Ingebrigtsen. The class baseball team played a number of games with moderate success. Sept. 1912—Juniors—June 1913 The class of 1914 was the mainstay of the football team of this season. Those from our class were Dudley Steele, captain; Stanley DeLosh, manager; Cecil Johnston, Homer Cross, Tom and Ed Willikson, Gordon Spoon, Ralph Ingebrigtsen, Ted Faulk, Wesley Schumacher and Leslie Thompson. In class basket ball the Juniors finished the season with a clean slate, thereby winning the championship. On the team were Mac Maurice, Elmer Peterson, Wesley Schumacher, Ralph Ingebrigtsen, Wilder Carter and Clifford Selberg. Five Juniors won the privilege of wearing a basket ball “A, they being Homer Cross, Tom and Ed Willikson, Ted Faulk and Cecil Johnston. In class track the class of 1914 again won but second honors. The class representatives were few, they being Cross, Faulk, Maurice and E. Willikson. Sept. 1913—Seniors—June 1914 On the championship football team of 1913 we had a large representation. They were Homer Cross, Captain; Ed Willikson, Tom Willikson, Carl Keil, Wesley Schumacher, Ralph Ingebrigtsen, Ted Faulk, Joe Schneider. Cedric Greene, Geo. Halferty, Elmer Peterson, and Gordon Spoon, of whom eight were regulars. In class basket ball the Seniors were beaten out by the Sophs for the championship, but only after a close and hard struggle. On the class team were Ralph Ingebrigtsen, John Murcheson, Elmer Peterson, Geo. Halferty and Wesley Schumacher. On the basket ball team we had five members, Tom Willikson, captain; Ed Willikson, manager; Homer Cross, Ted Faulk and Elmer Peterson. The Interclass Indoor Track Meet was a walk-away for the Seniors, who were represented by Gordon Spoon, John Murcheson, Ed Willikson, Ted Faulk, Homer Cross, Ralph Ingebrigtsen and Geo. Halferty. On the A. H. S. team we were represented by Gordon Spoon, captain; Homer Cross. Ralph Ingebrigtsen, John Murcheson, Ed Willikson, Ted Faulk, Elmer Peterson and Geo. Halferty. 92 g U I N I A U L T A. H. S. 26. Alumni o. In the opening game of the season, the Gold and Blue won a victory over the alumni of the A. H. S. by the score of 26 to o. The game was well played, with the exception of a few mishaps on the part of the High School eleven. Many noticeable weak spots were noted by Coach Hawley who, by hard work, repaired them before the Chehalis game a week following. Many ex-High School stars played on the Alumni team, among whom were Warren Egerer, Scoovey White and Leo Johnson. A. H. S. 66. Chehalis o. The Gold and Blue eleven journeyed to Chehalis and in a loosely played game defeated the over-confident team of that city by the score of 66 to o. This was the first scheduled game of the year and the play of the locals was marred by many fumbles and “bonehead” plays, and, in general proved a disappointment to Coach Hawley. A. H. S. 14. Whitworth College o. After playing a loose game against the Chehalis High School at Chehalis, the Aberdeen eleven played a superb game against the heavier Whitworth College team a week later, which was a 14 to o victory for the Gold and Blue. This was the first appearance of the local men in their new and appropriate uniforms and it was some time before the majority recognized their favorites in these outfits, some thinking them to be Whitworth College rflen. A. H. S. 89. Olympia o. The Capital City team met an inglorious defeat at the hands of the local eleven. The game was too one-sided to be interesting after the first few minutes of play, the crowds only remaining to try their hand at addition. It taxed some worthies very hard to keep the score, and many gave up trying at the middle of the fourth quarter, when touchdowns were being made one after another, within one or two minutes after the kickoff. The only notable feature of the game was the run of Cedric Greene, sub. quarter. Greene received the ball on the kickoff, and running behind beautiful interference, placed the ball behind the goal posts for a touchdown. This was the largest score ever run up by the locals against an opponent. The game was watched with anxiety by local enthusiasts because the Olympia team had been defeated by Tacoma by a large score and we were to play Tacoma in a week or so. QUINIAULT 93 A. H. S. 13. Tacoma Hi. 7. At Tacoma in the crucial game of the year the A. H. S. returned victorious, defeating their old time enemy 13 to 7. Many who saw this game say it was the fastest, cleanest, most thrilling and interesting game ever played in the Stadium. The features of the game were the work of Crane of Tacoma in handling forward passes, the sixty-five yard run to.a touchdown by Pinckney, following a fake play; playing of little Spoon and of little Ackey who replaced him; the returning of punts by E. Willikson, and finally the phenomenal punting and drop-kicking by Cecil Johnston. Tacoma scored the first touchdown. The next score of the day was a drop-kick by Johnston from the 37-yard line. With two minutes left to play in the first half. Pinckney got away for his sixty-five yard run, behind magnificent interference of his team mates. In the last half the only score was a drop-kick by Johnston from the 55-yard line, which is the longest kick recorded for the season just past. The punting of Johnston was in itself a great factor in the game, his kicks going for an average of about 55 yards and a gain of 20 yards on each exchange. When the final whistle blew the score stood 13 to 7 in favor of the A. H. S. eleven. This is the fourth of the two schools that the Gold and Blue has been victorious over Tacoma, and on these occasions we have turned the trick within the folds of the Stadium of the Tacoma Hi. A. H. S. o. U. of Wash. Freshies 13. Our only defeat of the season was at the hands of the U. of W. Freshies, who made their scores on the first few minutes of play. After this play was even, no more scoring being done by either side. A large number of subs had to be used in this game owing to sickness of first team men. The subs gave a good account of themselves. At one time during the game the whole second team back field was in play and at another time Spoon. T. Willikson. Ackey and Schneider formed the backfield. which averaged but about 128 pounds, and they advanced the ball very well against the heavy Freshman line. A. H. S. 24. Hoquiam Hi. o. On Thanksgiving Day we met and defeated our ancient rivals, the Hoquiam Hi., at Electric Park. Hociuiam was very expectant of victory, but after the first few minutes of play it was easy to see that they were playing a team superior in every respect. A touchdown was scored in each of the first three quarters, and a dropkick by Johnston from the 33-yard line in the last quarter. This was the extent of the scoring by the locals. Tohnston’s work throughout was easily the feature. He carried the ball for more yardage than any other player and his kicking was of the highest order. 94 Q U I N I A U L T Many substitutes were used by Coach Hawley, but these kept up a steady advance toward the goal line, and played a superb game. Johnston, Cross, Pinckney, Faulk and Halferty played a faultless game for the Gold and Blue and the playing of Graham and Davidson for Hoquiarn was by high order. THE LINEUP A. H. S. POSITION HOQUIAM Halferty. . Center .... . . . Davidson Keil . . . . . . R. Guard . Baker Schumacher . L. Guard . . . . Miller Ingebrigtsen . . . . R. Tackle . Anderson Morgen L. Tackle . Glanders Faulk . . . L. End .... Narrance Pinckney . R. End .... Levi E. Willikson . . . . Quarter Back . McKenney Spoon . . . . L. Half .... . . . Glover Cross, Capt. . . . . Full Abel Johnston . . ... R. Half .... Graham, C SUBS: Aberdeen—Schneider for Keil, Ackey for Spoon; Greene for Johnston; Peterson for Halferty, T. Willikson for E. Willikson. Hoquiam—C. Narrance for H. Narrance; Baer for McKenney; Crawford for Glanders. At the annual Athletic Ball, the members of the football were given certificates and an “A.” There were seventeen certificates granted, the recipients being: POSITION “Bone” Homer Cross, Captain ..............Full “Grek Cecil Johnston, Capt. Elect........Right Half Ed Willikson .....................Quarterback “Spooney” Gordon Spoon.......................Left Half “Coot” George Halferty....................Center “Boot Wesley Schumacher..................Left Guard “Sloppy” Carl Keil..........................Right Guard “Pete Guy Morgan ........................Left Tackle “Lizzie” Ralph Ingebrigtsen ................Right Tackle “Ted” Theo. Faulk .......................Left End “Pink” Irwin Pinckney ....................Right End “Jos” Joseph Schneider ..................Fullback Tom Willikson ....................Quarterback “Ced” Cedric Greene .....................Right Half “Pete” Elmer Peterson ....................Center “Fritz” Fred Ackey ........................Left Half 1 oo much praise cannot he given those members of the second team who turned out regularly and with no apparent returns. It was extremely trying to the few at times, on account of the adverse weather conditions and other reasons, hut they showed up every afternoon with clock-like precision and went through the daily grind without a murmur. This squad was placed under Tom Willikson, who for the past two years had charge of the scrubs, he always being too light to make a place on the first team. No games were scheduled for this team, hut in appreciation of their hard and fruitful efforts a number were granted a one-half A. Those receiving them were Roy Thompson, Levi Johnson, Henry Anderson, Ed Hobi, Victor Lindberg, Art Ross and Don Breakiron. QU I N I A U LT 95 BASKET BALL Although not represented by a championship team in this phase of High School athletics, we had a team which made a very creditable showing. Ten games were played by the locals, who returned victorious in seven of them. Two games were lost to the Hoquiam High School and one to the City Team. The scores of the season were as follows: OPPONENTS ... 35 Moose A. C. . . . 22 .... 12 Hoquiam Hi. . . 17 A H S ... 70 Cosmopolis . . . . 8 H s 27 Quiniault Club . 11 A H .... 36 Moose A. C. . . . 7 . . 47 Quiniault Club . 25 A. H. S 28 Montesano Hi. . 14 ... 13 City Team 21 . . 43 Cosmopolis . . . . 5 .... 19 Hoquiam Hi. . . 20 TOTAL 330 TOTAL 150 Seven men were granted their basket ball A, they being Tom Willikson, captain; Ed illikson, manager; Homer Cross, led Faulk, Cecil Johnston, Wesley Schumacher and Elmer Peterson. In class basket ball the Sophs came out victorious, winning four games and losing one game. 1 heir closest rival was the Senior Class team, which won three and lost two. The Juniors and Presides were hopelessly outclassed, by these two teams the Juniors finishing in third place. After four games had been played, it was found that the Seniors and Sophs were tied for first honors. 1 he tie was played off. the Sophs being victorious and recognized as the school “Champs. The Aberdeen Hi. Second Team were not very fortunate in games played, winning but one of the four played, and tieing one. Their first defeat was administered by the Hoquiam Second team, 19-9. A few weeks later they were defeated by the Hoquiam Y. M. C. A. Their one victory of the season was over the Moutesano 1 li. Second team. In the final game of the season, with Hoquiam, they played a tie game, 18-8, Hoquiam refusing to play off the tie. £. HOMER CROSS ED. WILLIKSON ABERDEEN HIGH SCHOOL BASKET BALL TEAM 1914 TED FAULK WESLEY SCHUMACHER CECIL JOHNSTON D. M. HAWLEY, Coach TOM WILLIKSON ELMER PETERSON Q U I N I A U L T 97 BASKET BALL SHOOTING CONTEST A novel experiment to encourage more accuracy in basket shooting has been inaugurated by Coach Hawley. The plan is: Each player has a number of trials at the basket from designated places on the floor, each player having one shoot from each spot. The one having the highest total is considered the winner. The tryouts were held on the afternoons, evenings on Monday and Tuesday. The ten highest were allowed to participate in the finals. On Wednesday, Feb. 4. the finals were held, Ted Faulk being the winner. The prize was a jersey granted by Blyth Blyth Co, clothiers. There will be more such contests in the future which will include more difficult shots. INDOOR INTERCLASS TRACK MEET On Friday evening, March 20th, was held the annual inter-class track meet, which was won by the Seniors by an overwhelmingly total. As a whole, the meet was very slow and uninteresting, being livened only by a few close contests and by the high diving by Faulk, who, although awkward, won second place in this event. The honors for individual points went to Gordon Spoon, captain of the Senior team, with 16 points. Cross, Senior, was second with 15 points. Ribbons were presented to winners of first, second and third places and to the highest point maker. The winning team was presented with a large Pennant, which was worked out in very appropriate style. The Seniors started out with a rush and in the first event annexed 8 points. They kept this up throughout the meet, and in the last event, the 880-yard run. all three places were won by them. The last event of the evening was a tug-of-war between the Sophs and Seniors, which was won with ease by the latter. Score by events: Senior (4), Sophs (2), Freshie (1). Ten-yard Dash—Murchison (4) first: Spoon (4) second; Anderson (2) third. High Dive, 7 ft. 5 in.—Cross (4) first; Faulk (4) second; Turk (2) third. Standing Broad Jump, 9 ft.—Cross (4) first; Breakiron (4) second; Vernon (1) third. Snot Put, 35 ft. 8 in.—Pinckney (2) first; Ingebrigtsen (4) second; Halferty (4) third. Potato Race—Spoon (4) first; Rowland (2) second; Vernon (1) third. Twenty-yard Dash—Anderson (2) first; Murchison (4) second; Cross (4) third. Pole Vault, 8 ft. 3 in.—Hobi (2) first; Willikson (4) and Halferty (4) tied at 8 feet 2 inches. High Jump, 5 ft. 2 in.— Hobi (2) first; Cross (4) and Ingebrigtsen (4) tied at 5 feet. Relay Race—Seniors first; Sophs second; Freshies third. Running Broad Jump, 16 ft. 7 V2 in.—Spoon (4) first; Anderson (2) second; Cross (4) third. 880-yard Run—Schneider (4), Spoon (4) and Murchison (4). TOTAL—Seniors 65; Sophs 31; Freshies 3. 0 u I N i A U L T 99 THE CUP While Aberdeen High School has had some very good track, baseball, and basket ball teams, it is due to the football teams that the name of Aberdeen is known and respected in every. High School in the state. For Aberdeen has always had a creditable football team, and twice has won the championship title of the state. It seems remarkable that a school of two hundred and fifty students should he able to compete successfully against schools with enrollment ten times as great, and equipments and facilities also proportionally greater, and the fact that they have done so consistently shows that in Aberdeen must be developed some qualities that go to make good football players. What these qualities are we do not know. It may he a kind of football instinct or physical characteristics developed by the climate. At any rate all Aberdeen teams possess the qualifications that make good teams, a fighting spirit, a spirit to do or die trying, and the qualities of good, the clean sportsmen, who can take defeat as well as victory. When the 1910 team met and defeated all the best teams in the state, people thought it was something of an accident and the most optimistic did not venture to predict another championship team . But when the 1913 team duplicated the performance, everyone realized, and are justly proud of the fact, that it was no accident, but the superior football ability of the Aberdeen teams. To show their appreciation of the work done by these two teams the business men determined to show their gratitude by presenting to the School some emblem, not only to commemorate the previous victories, but also to be an incentive to future teams. So at the banquet the Championship Cup was presented to the School. We do not need to give a description of the cup except to state that it is fit to be a reminder of any achievement. It is doubtful if any High School and probably few colleges in the country possess one of equal value or beauty. The cup is to remain permanently in the School. The names of the 1913 and 1910 teams are engraved upon it that memory of their deeds may remain long after they have left. In the deed of gift the following provisions are made governing the placing of names upon the cup: All state championship teams except track. Track qualifications. High individual point winner at S. W. Washington track meet. First place winner in state meet. Point winner in Coast or National meet. The cup will always remain, it may be for a hundred or even a thousand years. What greater incentive could an athlete have than to have his name live with it? And first honors must always go to the men who brought the cup to Aberdeen, the 1913 team, and to those who won the first championship, the 1910 team. IOO QUINIAULT BENEFIT OF ATHLETICS GG-GGgOR a long time it has been realized that too much work and $ § no play are ruinous to anyone, and to satisfy this urgent want of .recreation, athletics have been established in some form in practically all the schools in the country. Beginning in the colleges, organized athletics soon spread to the high schools, and now the grade students contest as keenlv in the various branches of sport as their more advanced brothers. Modern educators, realizing that a good gymnasium is as necessary as good heating and ventilating systems, always make provision in planning new school buildings, for ample facilities in the way of play fields and athletic equipment. One of our neighboring cities, already possessing an immense stadium and gymnasium, is adding a new gymnasium and swimming pool which will cost twenty thousand dollars when completed. The taxpayers and school directors feel that they will be well repaid for their expenditure in the increased efficiency of their school system. And this is as it should be. for the benefits derived therefrom more than compensate for the cost, however great. Everyone whether adult or child possesses, more or less, the desire for recreation, the spirit of play, which must be satisfied. The child must and will play, and the adult, while sometimes sternly repressing this instinct, still must find some amusement somewhere. If the student in High School cannot play on his school teams or in the school gymnasium lie will elsewhere, and it may he under conditions which are harmful to his physical, mental, and moral growth. Mental and physical health go together. Everyone knows what brain fog is, and also that the surest remedy is exercise of some sort. No one could be more subject to this brain weariness than the students in our schools, with their constant daily round of study, and hence, no one needs more, the facilities for proper exercise. To be well and strong we must exercise the body physically, just as we must exercise the brain by study to gain mental power. So it would be a great waste if we spent immense sums on our schools in providing for the development of the brains of the youth of the country and neglected to do all in our power to make their brains more capable of being developed. And if exercise will make them more mentally efficient it is surely good economy to see that they have this exercise. In the competition on the football field, baseball diamond or track, qualities are developed which are an aid all through life. Life is a battle and the qualities of courage, determination and fair play are (.) U I N I A U L T IOi necessary if one is to succeed. And a football game is a miniature battle. It takes determination to put tbe ball over the goal line in the face of the opposition of eleven other good rules with no unfair advantage to anyone. And all these qualities are developed on a football team as well as the ability to think and act quickly in times of emergency. Also the spirit of team work is present. Sacrifice yourself that the team may win, is the matter of the members of any good team. The discipline is strict, the coach must he obeyed, although the individual may think he is being done an injustice. But discipline is admittedly good for any young man. Self control is good. And all these things are developed by football. So any parent who wishes to see his or her son a manly man should he glad to have him participate in football. If not football then some other sport, for all are good. The member of the team must train to he physically fit for the contests. He must not smoke, must eat eagerly, must not dissipate in any way. A young man is forming his habits in school. If athletics tend to keep his habits good, then surely athletics are a benefit. Many young men admittedly take more interest in athletics than in their school work. But if it were not for this fact these same boys would not attend school at all. So it is a good thing that they do feel this interest, as they are forced to absorb some knowledge in order to he eligible for the competitions, the rules governing the contests providing for good scholastic standing. The tendency of the times is to play the game hard, and under the fierce pace of the business world men age quickly. They do not take time to play, and forget their worries in the relaxation and excitement of some athletic sport. The majority of them do not know how. But if in their school life they learn to love and practice these sports regularly, they will retain the habit through life and always benefit from it. It is certain that indulgence in athletics, under proper conditions, will not harm anyone. And it is generally recognized that all these benefits will come from it. Then, as the cost is relatively small, there is no reason why athletics in the schools should not he encouraged and promoted in every possible way. Q U 1 N I A U L T 103 MEAT I • MCL ION- b MMATIC5 SENIOR CLASS PLAY “MISS IMAGINATION” The cast of the play is as follows: Gertrude West........Linda Nelson Oliver West........George Halrerty Mrs. Weatherby.......Florence Hook John Weatherby.................Ted Faulk Tom Weatherby......John Murchison Margaret....................Flavia Reid Senora Gonzales......Claire Carter Mr. Marsh............Ed Willikson Prichard..............Cecil Johston Susan..................Beulah May Dean of Naterford................. ...............Frederick Freeman Julie.......................Rosaline Braelivogel Mr. Breslin.......Ralph Ingebrigtsen Mr. Jackson............Alex Swaney Mrs. Jackson........Sarah Middleton Oliver West, a young artist, who continually quarrels with his wife, Gertrude, on account of her very jealous disposition, adds new fuel to the already blazing fire by coming home and bringing with him two blonde hairs on his coat, that latter soaked with perfume. Unable to settle matters they decide to go to their parents at Portsmouth to explain each side of the question and afterwards get a divorce. Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby, a lively old couple, who have never as much as spoken a cross word to each other, hearing of their children’s troubles decide to have a sham quarrel on the arrival of Gertrude and Oliver in order that they may show them how ridiculous a quarrel between husband and wife really is. Tom Weatherby arrives on the scene with Julie and the Dean, his only daughter, in time to witness the grand mix-up. The Dean lives simply for peace and quiet and thereupon leaves, taking Julie with him. Tom’s hopes of ever making Julie his wife are lost forever. Gertrude, in search for evidence and in the hope of reconciling her father and mother, discovers that her father had previously kissed one of his tenants (Senora Gonzales) which immediately starts a quarrel in earnest between her father and mother. Finally Gertrude receives a letter from her maid in London telling how she, in order to start a quarrel between her master and mistress so as to get a night off, put the blonde hairs and perfume on Oliver’s coat. This immediately convinces Gertrude that Oliver is innocent. The Senora marries Marsh, the lawyer. The Dean on his return finds peace and quiet and allows Julie to marry Tom. Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby return to their life of happiness. 104 OUINIAULT Marion Crary Dwight Wellington Minnie Mapes DEBATE TEAM 1914 DEBATE Eor several years Aberdeen lias been well represented in the debating- circle of the high schools, having- won the championship of this district twice and the championship of the state once. Last vear, however, it was decided not to enter the state contest, lmt establish a series of triangular debates. The school was very successful in this. When the time for debate came around this year. Coach Miller decided that if enough spirit was shown we would again enter the state contest. He announced the date of the try-out for the team and upon this date a good number turned out. The team chosen was composed of Marion Crary, i i Minnie Mapes, 151 James McDonald, 14; Dwight Wellington, ’14. Soon after the try-out the team was notified that the first debate would be held at Hoquiam, Aberdeen receiving the negative side of the question, Resolved, that the unskilled laborers from Southern and Eastern Europe should be excluded from the United States.” We were represented in this debate by Marion Crary, James McDonald and Dwight Wellington. While we put up a good fight, Hoquiam won the decision, two of the judges deciding in their favor. In our second debate, held in the Auditorium we were at a slight disadvantage in comparison to our opponents, we having to switch to the affirmative side of the question while our opponents kept the same side they had held in the previous debate. In this debate all worked hard and were full of hope for success up to the time of the judges’ decision when we received but one vote while our opponents, the Montesano High School Trio, received two. The affirmative speakers were Minnie Mapes, James McDonald and Dwight Wellington. Q U I N I A U L T 105 The third contest was held with one of our old enemies, the Olympia Hie’h School, in the high school auditorium. In this debate we received o ’ the negative side of the question. Our plan of debate was so unique that the Olympia team was left without a point of rebuttal. This time we received two of the Judges’ votes. We were ably represented by Marion Crary, James McDonald and Dwight Wellington. In the fourth and last debate of the season we were scheduled to meet the Vancouver High School team at Vancouver, those chosen to defend the Affirmative being Minnie Mapes, James McDonald and Dwight Wellington. Our plan of debate for this time was decidedly different from anything we had heard before and we had reasons to believe in a unanimous decision. About a week before the date set for the debate we were notified that Vancouver had forfeited the decision. In this way the decision stood two to one. Summing up the results of the season, Aberdeen won two debates and lost two; receiving six judges’ votes out of twelve. '1'he success of the team is due particularly to the endeavors of our coach, Mr. Miller, whose untiring efforts brought the team into shape. In his leaving the high school to assume the duties of the City Superintendent of Schools, we feel that the High school loses a debate coach whose place will be difficult to fill. D. . 14- DECLAMATION The local declamatory contest was not entered this year by as many High School students as generally compete, only two being participants, Sarah Elway and Dorothy Borden. Those entering the two contests from the Franklin School were Roger Blackburn, Joe Cloud and Esther Dole. The contest was marked for the talent shown by those competing. The silver medal was awarded to Sarah Elway by a unanimous vote of the judges. This was not Miss Elwav’s first attempt at declamation, she having in her eighth grade year received notable mention. e hope to see Miss Elway continue in this work as we feel that before her High School course is finished she will make a name for herself as well as for the school which she represents. The county contest held at Cosmopolis was won by Hoquiam’s contestant. Miss Blanche Beaver, with the selection, “ The Old Man. The High School’s represented and their representatives were as follows: Aberdeen...............Sarah Elway Montesano...........John Halloway Hoquiani...........Blanche Beaver Elina.......................Freida Golden Cosmopolis........Gertrude Thomas D. W. ’14 QUINIAULT 106 m S'duuil I pith's m The class of 1914, the first to complete four years in the new Weath-crwax building, takes just pride in sending forth this annual. It has been foremost in the many interesting assemblies held, helping to display the enthusiastic spirit of this institution. At the first of the semester, football, of course, headed the list of exciting events. Once again we write “Victors above the names of our football boys, who have proved themselves worthy successors of the championship team of 1910, making an imperishable name for A. H. S. The first assembly of interest, was the football rally, which, inspired by Coach Hawley and others, raised the school spirit from its dormant state to the high pitch that it retained throughout the season. On October 3, an assembly was called to introduce Mr. Weld, who gave an address of exceeding interest upon his travels in the Holy Land. An assembly was held later in the week to announce the notable Whitworth-Aberdeen game, in which, though our team was inferior in physique, the score was 14 to o in favor of the Blue and Gold. October 11, Miss Craig, the head of the Economic Department at Pullman College, spoke to the students and faculty on the subject of Home Economics. Other short assemblies were called for the purpose of practicing new yells under the new leader, James McDonald; and to raise enthusiasm for the coming game with Tacoma. At these meetings, every one was urged to make an earnest effort to accompany the team to Tacoma. It is needless to comment upon the assembly held on Monday following the game. A large number of students, some members of the faculty, together with the prominent business men of the city went with the team, while those remaining at home sent their best wishes for success, and waited breathlessly for reports between quarters from Tacoma. Air. Stineman, Mr. King, Mr. Holmquist and others gave interesting talks on the game, while Mr. Hawley spoke of the fine reception tendered the team upon its triumphant return. As will be noticed, the grounds about the school have been kept in splendid condition, making this one of the most attractive blocks of the city. Q U I N I A U L T 107 There is a touch of sentiment in having a small elm tree from the grave of Washington, at Mount Vernon, planted in a conspicuous place. On November 26, an assembly was called to discuss the coming game with Hoquiam, Aberdeen's football rival. The team was encouraged by enthusiastic talks by members of the faculty. Judge Phillips expressed the sentiment of the town people in regard to the game. The meeting was concluded with some spirited yell, led by Mr. Hudson. At the first of the following week the students and faculty assembled for a short time, while Mr. Miller announced the gate receipts of the preceding Saturday’s game. He also described the cup, presented by the business men to the high school in honor of the late championship game. December 5, Mr. Heaton, principal of the Cosmopolis High School, gave a sleight-of-hand performance in the auditorium. This was indeed entertaining, as it was out of the ordinary line of assemblies. A week later the school listened to the orchestra of “The Jolly Entertainers,” a group of small children from the Children’s Home of Des Moines, Wash. Their superintendent, Mr. H. M. Draper, told of the work and education of the children. To bring back sweet memories of the past, Mr. Miller called an assembly December 15, in which he recalled forgotten rules, and announced new ones by which he hoped the behavior of the school would be greatly improved. Then came our long-lcx)ked-for vacation of two weeks, during which we allowed our minds to relax. We came back at the end of that time to resume our work with increased vigor. In spite of the school’s busy routine it did not forget to commemorate the birthday of our country’s greatest man, on February 12. The Girls’ Glee Club sang several selections, and Mr. Holmquist concluded the assembly by reading Mary Anderson’s “The Perfect Tribute.” On February 24, Mr. Search spoke to the High School on the subject of “Concentration.” He outlined briefly the life of his son, who is one of the greatest ’cellists of the world, emphasizing the fact that one must work to attain success. Mr. W. J. Patterson of this city gave an interesting address on March 6, upon his travels in Europe. He believes that one can derive a vast amount of education by traveling. The “Jubilee Singers” of California gave several popular selections before the student body, “The Rosary,” “Negro Medleys,” and Sextette from Lucia, which were thoroughly enjoyed by all. io8 OUINIAULT March 17, an assembly was called to introduce Mr. Richards, a member of the Royal Geographical Society. He gave an intensely interesting account of Captain Scott's expedition to the South Pole. He pointed out the perils Captain Scott and his men underwent all in vain, for upon their arrival at their goal, they found the Norwegian flag planted in the frozen ground. The following week. Mr. Charles B. Hanford, the famous Shakespearian actor, and lecturer for the Scott pictures, gave some interesting recitations, including the history of the “Star Spangled Banner,” which, he said, every American student should know. Rev. E. H. Todd, President of the College of Puget Sound, spoke to the students upon the subject of “character building.” He cited some samples of lives of great men, showing that to make life a success, one must be patient, honest and persevering. An additional feature of interest to the High School, is the series of lectures or vocational talks given by persons of different occupations in the city. The lectures are new this year, but have proved so successful that they are to be continued throughout the years to come. Most of them have been deliverd to the Seniors, who have indeed derived great benefit from them. On Friday, May 8, Mr. Wheeler, principal of the Montesano High School, delivered an address to the students and faculty of the school on the subject of “Grays Harbor, and Its Resources.” He traced the history from the time the Spanish neared this northwestern coast, which for the next sixty years, remained uninhabited by the white man, until Captain Robert Gray in his ship “Columbia,” entered the Harbor, which afterward took his name. Mr. Wheeler hopes that the people of Grays Harbor, will before long, erect a statue of Captain Gray, to show their appreciation, and patriotism towards him. The school is well represented in the debating world by Minnie Mapes, Marion Crary, Dwight Wellington and James McDonald. A silver medal was awarded to Sarah Elway, a member of the Freshman class, for her work in declamation. We believe, if she keeps up in declamatory work throughout her High School career, she will make a name and place for herself in years to come. And now, as we leave the old A. PI. S. and take our first step out into the world, we turn—to bid a last farewell to those teachers who have prepared us for this step; to thank them, and to wish them all— Success. QUINI AULT 109 During the past school year, there has been considerable enjoyment afforded to those who have l)een participants in the various social affairs. The first was the reception given by the girls, November 8, in honor of the championship team, in the old gymnasium. Good music, together with the attractive festooning of greens and lanterns, and dainty refreshments, imparted much pleasure to the dancers. The Athletic Ball, held December 5, in the Knights of Pythias Hall was a success both socially and financially. One interesting feature was the awarding of the football ‘‘.Vs” to those who, by their faithful performance, had earned them. On December 19, was held the first of a series of three parties to he given annually in the High School gymnasium. This privilege was granted by the School Board early in the year. The Seniors took the responsibility of giving the first, which furnished both social and financial profit. May 1, was given the second party of the series and dancing again afforded the pleasure of the evening. A dance at which the guests showed much good spirit and animation was the Junior Promenade given February 20. The decorations, which gave a carefree atmosphere and showed the originality of the Juniors, together with the excellent music, charmed the delighted participants. The social activities of the school year closed with the Senior Ball, held May 29. Under the management of a competent committee composed of Ed Willikson. chairman, Wesley Schumacher, Ralph Inge-brigtsen, Flavia Reid, George Halferty and Florence Hook, the affair was one of the most delightful of the year. IIO QUINIAULT QJustt Orpheus himself would indeed have been glad, could he have heard the halls of the auditorium resound with the one hundred and thirty-five voices of Aberdeen High School students at the beginning of the school term. The interest was inspiring—Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores and Freshman alike seemed to have music in their very souls. But by some slip or miss the charm was broken and after the Holidays the upper classmen (we suppose on account of realizing their most dignified positions as Seniors) dropped from the regular chorus. Nevertheless those remaining rallied and interest has been kept up well and many things have been accomplished. In connection with special music the Girls Glee Club consisting of Florence Kolts, Lorene Linn, Elizabeth Greene, Cora Bradley, Rena Milette, Sydney Hyatt, Ellen Gylland, Lillian Milette, May Birmingham and Dorothy Borden, has been an important factor, and was called upon time after time to give selections at different functions. The Girls Octette appeared before the High School assembly and was received with hearty applause. Among the choruses studied this year are: “The Evening Wind,’’ Saint Saens: “Laughter of May,” Paul Lacome; “Sextette from Lucia,” Donizetti: “The Tars Farewell,” F. C. Burmand; “Lovely Night, O Tender Night.” from the Tales of Hoffman; “A Slumber Song,” Nohr, and “Praise Ye the Father,” Gounod. One thing has been lacking the past year, namely a High School Orchestra. We do not think it is from a lack of talent but simply because of a lack of interest and organization. For this reason there has been but little instrumental music. On several occasions individual students have been called upon to take part in programs at school activities to which they responded well. This shows proper school spirit. At present the chorus, consisting of under classmen, numbers one hundred, and they are hard at work on commencement music which promises to be of the best. As a whole the year may be termed a success .tnd we do not believe any student will begrudge the time spent in music. We can only urge the under classmen to show the proper school spirit and interest which it takes to make a live, successful chorus. Too much credit cannot be given Miss Cavanaugh, director of the chorus. She has spent much time and hard work in making the course as interesting and instructive as possible. Q U I N I A U L 'I' 111 “How do you do?” It is indeed a pleasure for the Alumni to meet the students of the Aberdeen High School even if the meeting is only in print. The Alumni is proud of the achievements of the students of our school during the past year in athletics and scholarship, and we are proud to think that still greater things are yet to he. and will he, accomplished by coming classes of graduates. With all praise given to those who still attend high school and a fitting tribute paid to their athletic prowess, the final test of any school s real merit does not rest upon football victories, debate championships or unexcelled scholarship, hut upon the mettle of the Alumni as they have proven themselves outside in the more active business world. Education prepares a man and woman to enjoy a more complete happiness and to he of more use to his fellow man. 11 a school sends forth men and women unable to meet and willing to cope with big and difficult problems, if it breeds egotism and destroys common democracy, it is a failure in fulfilling its mission. The attendance of upwards of 50 Aberdeen High School students at institutions of higher learning is indicative of a wholesome school spirit. The success of these students this year has been another tribute to the merit of the Aberdeen school system. Florence Semmen has headed the Y. W. C. A. of the University of Washington, and Fritz Beltz came nearly being president of the student body. Frank Hobi was a member of the University wrestling team and numbers of other Aberdeen students have taken prominent parts in class and Varsity affairs. The Chehalis County Club, formed partly of Aberdeen graduates, is one of the strongest county university organizations in college and is the only club to thus far have established a students loan fund. We are proud to think that our Alumni are generally capable, energetic, honest and are meeting success, in the broadest meaning of the word. Our college students have played a prominent part in university work during the past year. We have many examples of young men rapidly rising in business life. We trust that the coming graduates will unite with the present Alumni standing for a high order of citizenship and in being living examples of the benefits of education. Q U I X I A ULT Miss Young, in History—“Homer, what effect did gunpowder have in the middle ages?” Bone—“It did away with the longbow, crossbow and oxbow.’’ Ted F., giving a synopsis of the “Hitch your horse to a star.’’ Vic Lindberg—“Hey, Liz, what’s the difference between an egg and a chicken?” Liz—“Aw, I dunno; what is it?” Vic—“Three weeks.” In Spelling, after the papers were exchanged. T. Faulk—“Say, wait a minute, I want to change a word.’ Mrs. Brown—“Was your husband cool last night when you woke him up and told him that a burglar was in the house?” Mrs. Jones—“Oh, my yes! He was so cool that his teeth chattered.”— Selected. The cry used to be, 54-40 or fight. Now it is 75-80 or flunk—Selected. Editor-in-chief in class meeting— “Now, look here, some of you will have to say something funny. We need jokes for the Quiniault.' Lindberg—“Did Whittier edit a strong paper?” Moulton—“No. While at Hartford he edited a weekly (weakly) paper.” Fred F., giving a synopsis of the play—“She wants to know where he has went. They quarrel and throw sugarbowls at each other and the whole cheese turns out fine.” Vammen—“Say, Linda, when are you going to pay your class dues?” Linda N.—“Oh, the day before the class picnic, I guess.” Mr. Stineman in Chemistry— “Take Arsenic for Monday.” l Ir. H. (History IV.)—“Why do you think we ought to have taken Mexico City?” Ursula (H.)—“Well if we wait Huerta will get reinforcements and than we will have to fight like—I don’t Know what.” THIS IS NO JOKE Owing to an oversight of the engraving company, the picture of our silver-tongued debater, Dwight Wellington, does not appear with the Senior pictures. Q U I N I A U L T 113 CLASS LIMERICKS There was a young fellow, Floyd Vammen, Whose taste was exceedingly common He likes ale and beer And “pop” and good cheer This extraordinary young fellow named Vammen. There was a young fellow named Ted, Whose acting had gone to his head To make love in the play He tried every day; It was rotten, at least, so Claire said. There was a fellow named Boot” Who was always so anxious to shoot But when talk of war came He skipped off to Spain And that was the last of old “Boot.” There is a young man named Schneider Who is fond of a certain good driver; And for day after day He is jolly and gay For the privilege of sitting beside her. There’s a bashful young lady named Esther, (I know this time that I've guessed ’er) Tho’ few are her joys She’s afraid of the boys, And fears that some may molest ’er. There’s a flippant young lady named Reid. Who in society shows “some speed,” Black patches near her eye Look like blackberry pie, Of more plaster she’s oft in great need. There was a young fellow called George, At fishing he was very fine, He never used bait, But said, “I’ll sit and wait, All I want is a ‘Hook’ on my line.” There was a young lady named Esson Who always would get her lesson, One day on the beach A man saw the peach. And now she belongs to the Hessian. There was a young fellow named Swaney, Who, on a day rather rainy, Taught a class in school In a manner quite cool Thereby proving himself to be brainy. There’s a boy in our school we call Ed, His brother’s much like him ’tis said, When in football they fell You couldn't quite tell Which one was Tom, and which Ed. There was a young fellow named “Liz,” Who mixed up a little gin fizz, He took just one drink But the stuff wouldn’t shrink, Poor fellow, he just up and viz. There was a young lady named Locke Who rode on a horse named “Doc,” And each morning you'd find Up the hill she would wind To the little white school at the top. There was a gay damsel from “Spreckles,” Oh! how she detested her freckles Each morning in haste The dew she would waste But all in vain for those freckles! • There was a young lady named Middleton, Who always did chum with Miss Nelson, No matter the weather They were always together, “Liz” and her chum named Middle-ton. There was a young man called Cross, Who tried to walk a log of green moss. But he hurt his hip When he made a great slip And says, “I guess I’ll not cross. There was a young lady named Harris, Who went for a ride on a Ferris, But somehow she fell an’ The girl you call Helen And at the sight of a wheel she cries, “Oh, spare us!” There was a young lady named Garner Who flirted with a Westport farmer, “Don't be sad,” he said, “For tomorrow I wed,” And that was enough to alarm her. There is a Senior named Semmen Who saw on the sidewalk, a lemon, She stepped on the peel With the point of her heel And then descended Miss Semmen. Q U I N I A U L T • 14 CLASS LIMERICKS—Cont. There is a young lady named Mary Who is what you might call contrary, They say she likes to primp And has a hobby for shrimp, This sedate young lady named Mary. There was a fair Miss called Lorene Who in dashing bright colors was seen But curious to think Her favorite was Pink This is so, how’er queer it may seem. There was a young man nicknamed Pete Who was quite quick with his feet, When the track meet came He was there in the game But Montesano he could not Deat. Is Carl a wise man and very, very tame? Does any one know Weather he will wax or wane? To ensnare some lovely daughter He seeks by hearty laughter Which makes him not a wise man But very, very game. GENTLE PATERNAL SATIRE Irate parent—“Oh, yer don’t want to go into business, don't yer? “Oh, yer want to be a clerk in the postoffice, do yer? “Postoffice indeed! Why all you're fit for is to stand outside with your tongue out for people to wet their stamps.” “Watt hour you doing there?” asked the boss. “Eatin’ currents,” replied the office boy. “Anode you’d catch me at it.” “Wire you insulate this morning?” demanded the boss, “layden bed?” “Yep!” “Wouldn’t that jar you, can’t your relay-shunts get you up?” “Amperently not.” “Fuse going to do that you can go ’ohme.” Vic Lindberg, after fire drill for tne “movies”—“I’ll bet that wasn’t a very good exhibition of a fire escape.” Miss Fogle, English 8—“Floyd, what is a Siren ?” Vammen—“A bird.” In the first place, to be or not to be, that is the question. And, if we are going to be, what shall we be, for to be is but a small part of being. And, if we must be, why not be and be done with it. But are we able to be and be done with it, because being is but a small part of what we should be, what we hope to be, or what we would be. But in the second place, if we are not to be, what are we not to be and what is the reason for not being? If we are not to be what we ought to be, then we may be what we would like to be. Or, if we are not to be what we should be or what we would like to be then we must be what we would be or not be at all. I give it up. It’s too deep for me. “HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY Host (in real agony about uis polished, inlaid floor)—“Hadn’t you better come on the carpet, old fellow? I’m so afraid you might slip.” Juest—“Oh, it's all right, thanks! There's a nail at the end you know.” Ursula—“Why, it is only f o’clock and I told you to come after dinner.” Mr. Hawley—“Yes, that is what 1 came after.” A NOTE AND QUERY Herbert C. (given to literature and drama)—“Vammen, what is the meaning of the expression, ‘Go to!’ you meet with so often in Shakespeare and the early dramatists?” Vammen (not a reading man) — “Don’t know, I’m sure, unless, well p’raps he was going to say-? but thought it wouldn’t be proper.” ONE MORE UNFORTUNATE Mamma—“I want to tell you something, Tommy, you see that gentleman talking to your grandmother in the other room? Well, he is going to be your new papa.” Tommy (who recollects something of the life his old papa used to lead) —“D-d-does he know it yet, mamma?” MORE PALATABLE Coot—“Well, I’ll eat my hat!” Flo.—“Try mine, Coot, there is some fruit on it.” O U I N I A U L T THOSE TERRIBLE TWINS There is a Senior called Ed Who, about a girl, lost his head. He went for a ride With this lass at his side—Bing! He woke as he fell out of bed! Mr. King, Hist 8—“What is executive neglect?” Bernice Garner—“Ten days!” Miss Eagles—“Who knows what boullion is?” Marjorie G.—“It-tli thoup!” Mr. Stineman, Chemistry—“Taste this solution.” Student—“But, maybe it’s poison.” Stineman—“That’s what I want to find out.” Miss Condit—“Guy Morgan may recite on this topic- Eager chorus of answers. Miss Condit—“How many guys are there in this class?” Mr. Stineman—“uo you agree with that answer, Floyd?” V a m men—‘ ‘Yes.” Mr. Stineman—“Nobody has said anything yet.” Mr. Smith, disgustedly—“Can’t you multiply that? Why, even a fool could do that.” Voice from the back of the room— “Yes, they say fools multiply rapidly nowadays.” Mr. Stineman—“How are burrs carried from one place to another? Irwin P.—“The cattle rub up against them and the burrs stick to their clothes.” Mr. Stineman, Chemistry—“What does hydrogen peroxide leave after after the oxygen is given off?” Vamrnen—“A peroxide blonde!” STUDENT BEATITUDES Blessed is he that flunketh not for he shall receive a diploma. Blessed is the Principal, for he taketh not exanrs. Blessed is the Senior for his work is nearly over. Blessed is the Fresh ie, for ignorance is bliss. Blessed are the teachers, for it is better to give than to receive (lesson assignments.)—Ex. LONESOME What’s tne use of living? It’s chase me everywhere I seldom ever see an A, I’m a brother of despair. If ever I should see an A I’d pat and smooth it's face, For I know it would feel sorry, To be so out of place.—Ex. Break, break, break. The report of “exams” to me; And I know that my hand might throttle The “Prof” as he laughs in his glee. O well for the light-hearted lad That he shouts with his fellows at play! O wei. for the “brainy cuss” That he’s pleased on exams woeful day. Break, break, break, The dread news, while my high hopes flee, For the joy of good marks in “exams” Will never be felt by me.—Ex. “Flunko, flunkere, faculti fixus,” is one of the words conjugated in the last Latin test. Perhaps the jokes are old And should be on the shelf, If you think you can do better Send in a few yourself. Lorene L. (out walking in the rain)—“Mercy, my low shoes are naif-full of water.” Pink—“You ought to have worn your pumps.” Professor givibus Longi lessorum, Boyibus kickibus— Non wanti sumorum. Boyibus readibus Much Latinorum, Professor givibus Him zerorum; Boyibus gettibus Poori gradorum. Endibus termibus Noune passorum. Miss Condit (dictating Latin composition)—“Tell me, slave, where is thy horse?” Startled Sophomore—“It’s under my chair, Miss, I was not using it.” O U I N I A U L T 116 At first I thought I knew it all But now I must confess, The more I know, I know I know, I know I know the less. There are meters of accent, And meters of tone, But the best kind of meter Is to meet her alone. Rosaline B. (in Physics)—“What is a pulley used for?” Mary F.—“To get high marks.” “Say, got a graduated test tube? “No, these are all Freshmen.” A modern novel in four chapters— A little hand A rustic gate A plain gold band— Oh, happy fate!—Ex. A Freshman—he was very shy, But cast swift glances on the sly, A Sophomore—he ventured more, And saw her to her father’s door, A Junior, and he dared to call, To whisper softly in the hall, A Senior, now he comes to woo, And occupies the parlor, too. Who’ll say what he’ll not do at last When graduation day is past? FROM GRAMMER SCHOOL TO COLLEGE As now we call to view the past. We think what might have been Had we performed our every task As though we meant to win. But after all, would it be right That we the future knew? Perhaps we would not use our might To bring our purpose through. So let us hence hold high our aim, And ever strive to win, Lest we in after years exclaim, “Alas! what might have been.” —Ex. A short time ago, in Chemistry class, Mr. Stineman informed us that washing the face in the morning dew on the grass was a sure way to eliminate freckles. The next morning our energetic detective, Fred Freeman, reported to the proper authorities that Florence Hook, Linda Nelson and Helen Wilson were seen at about 7 a. m. standing in the clover patch with dripping face and hands. Queer business. We wonder why? A PUZZLER “What’s that? “I sez, is a fellow wot calls on his girl in a thundershower, a rainbow?” ’TWOULD TOUCH A POPULAR CHORD Composers, try this for a song— The royalties ought to be fat— He thought he was stuck on a girl, When ’twas but a pin in her hat. NOT THE ONLY ONE “You know, John was saying, “I couldn’t see a woman stand up while I was sitting.” Bone—“So you gave her your seat?” John—“No. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. ’ Joe Keith—“I have no more room on my paper, where shall I work tins problem ?” Mr. Smith—“Work it in your head, there is a lot of room there.” He sighed, she sighed, they both sighed, side by side, down by the side of the sunny sea side. H. C.—“I flunked in German today.” A. S.—“What was the matter?” H. C.—“Miss Fogle asked me to decline “bier,” and I could never do that.” A question for chemists—“What is the formula for dog?” Ans.—K-9. (canine.) Teacher—“When was the revival of learning?” Junior—“Before the last mid-year exams.” Teacher—“What did you do with that fraction.?” Pupil—“I converted the divisor. ' Little Willie’s gone to heaven We ne’er shall see him more, For what he thought was H20 was H2 S 04. QUINIAULT 117 Grandmother—“When your grandfather was courting me, he always kissed me on the brow.’’ Granddaughter—“If a man kissed me on the brow, I’d just call him down a little.’’ Teacner—“How is the sun supported?” Wise Freshie—“By its beams, of course. WHAT’S THE USE? What's the use of trying to be good? A man’s life is filled with troubles and temptations. He comes into this world without his consent and leaves it against his will, and the trip between is mighty rough. The rule of contraries is the feature of the trip. When he is little the big girls kiss him, and when he is big the little girls kiss him. If he is poor he is a bad manager. If he is rich he is dishonest. If he needs credit he can’t get it and if he is prosperous everyone wants to do him a favor. Tell a man you like him and he is suspicious. Tell him you don’t like him, he’s sore. If he is in politics it’s for graft. If he isn't he is a bad citizen. If he does not give to charity he’s stealing. If he does it is for show. If he is religious, he is a hypocrite. If he isn’t he’s tabooed. If he shows affection, he’s a soft specimen, and if he cares for no one but himself, he’s cold blooded. If he dies young he had a great future. If he dies of old age he missed his calling. If he saves money, he's a pig. If he spends it he’s a loafer. If he gets it he’s a grafter, and if he doesn t he’s a fool—so what’s tne use? Rosaline—“Oh Sarah, I shall never get over it. He has just sent me a typewritten love letter.” Sarah—“Never mind, dear, he works his own machine.” A grass widow often proves to be only a weed in the garden of love. AN EXTINGUISHER Forward and loquacious youth— “By Jove, you know, if I were to see a ghost, I should be a chattering idiot for the rest of my life!” Ingenious maiden (dreamily) — “Have you ever seen a ghost?” HE FOLLOWED THE LADY A native of Ireland started away on his first trip. Never having been in a railroad station he did not know how to get his ticket, but saw a lady going in and determined to follow in her lead. The lady went to the ticket box and, putting down her money, said: “Maryhill, single.” Next in order was Pat, who promptly planked down his money and said: “Patrick Murphy, mar- ried.” OBEYING DOCTOR’S ORDERS “Did you open both windows in your sleeping room as I ordered?” “No, Doctor, there was only one window in the room, so I opened it twice. (Mr. Stineman and Claire coming down the stairs at 3:10 o'clock talking. 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We still have the mirror screen that eliminates eye-strain 10 CENTS ADMISSION United States Trust Company OF ABERDEEN Pays 4 per cent on Savings Deposits Rents Safe Deposit Boxes and Welcomes Small Accounts W. J. PATTERSON, Pres. W. B. MACK, Vice Pres. R. C. VANDEVORT, Cashier A. S. HOONAN, Asst. Cashier TO SATISFY YOU CONSTANT AIM To satisfy you as regards style To satisfy you as regards quality To satisfy you as regards store service To satisfy you as regards values we offer To satisfy you by making your satisfaction sure. In Fact, We try to conduct this business according to the golden rule, bearing in mind always that your satisfaction is of the most vital importance to this store's success. Our stock is always representative of the newest to be found in styles—the best to be had in qualities and the most to be obtained in values. We welcome you any time to put us to the test. A, W. Barkley IS OUR FITFORM Grays Harbor Hardware Co. Mill, Logging, Railroad and Contractor’s Supplies Shelf and Heavy Hardware, Iron and Steel Pipe and Fittings : : : : : Phone 437 415 S. G Street, Cor. East River Street, Aberdeen, Wash. Don’t be a “Ready Made Man” The Suit That Fits the Dummy was Never Made for You “DUNDEE” Suits and Overcoats $15.00 UNION MADE These garments cost less than ready mades and are made to your measure of wool fabrics, insuring fit and satisfaction. PAY US A VISIT Dundee Woolen Mills 204 East Heron Street Grand Theatre • Direction Northwestern Theatrical Association GEO. F. NYE, Manager Playing High-Class Attractions “We Sell Everything H. W. JOHNS-MANVILLE CO. Makes’' OVITT COMPANY WHOLESALERS Warehouse and Dock Foot of “F” St. Phone 442 Aberdeen, Washington It Is Easy For Anyone to KODAK Let Us Show You We have Kodaks from $5 up. Brownie Cameras $1 to $12. BECKENHAUER DRUG CO. Phone 195 Free Delivery Office and Sales Room 305 So. I Street Phone 748 FRESH ICE CREAM FRESH r We Sell Products of the HIGHEST QUALITY V R ONLY M I E ICE CREAM A In all the different flavors L K M The Hillside Dairy Phone 174 FRESH BUTTERMILK FRESH REMEMBER Burnett Jiitos. WHEN BUYING Leading Jewelers and Diamond Merchants Aberdeen, Washington A. J. FLETCHER PLUMBING AND HEATING 312 East Market Street Aberdeen, Washington The Girl Graduate Always goes to Wolff’s for the new things. Here you will find a broad selection of Embroideries, Laces, Voiles, Marquisettes, Crepes and Silks. In the Ready-to-Wear section beautiful graduating dresses are to be had at prices that will agreeably surprise you. George J. Wolff Aberdeen’s Greatest and Best Store. Phone 3(52 Sample Trunks, Sample Cases, Auto Trunks. Expert Repairing Grays Harbor Trunk Factory E. F. KUPER, Proprietor Trunks, Bags and Cases. Made to Order Goods Our Specialty 305 East Wishkah St. Phone 451 Aberdeen, Wash. Patronize Our Sea Food Department H. R. PRENTICE CO. GOOD GROCERIES 211 South G St. Merchants Delivery Cspebalirs i£ tutiu) Art Photos, Enlargements, Panorama Views, Copies 211 South G Street Phone SSI Aberdeen, Wash. KING’S Specialty of Hair Cutting Featheredge, Pompadour, Puff, Children’s, Etc. BATH Confectionery in Connection 5 55 “Chub s Phone 686 Superior Goods Full Value Prompt Delivery Cfje Palm CanDp 3te Cream Co. 112 West Heron Street We Serve Bailey’s Ice Cream The Best By Test C. R. PRATSCH SONS Fishing Tackle and Supplies SOI Wishkah St. Aberdeen, Wash. We Handle All Sizes And Kinds of Timber Buy Your Next Lot of Finished or Unfinished Lumber of Us Anderson Middleton s.w JOHNSTON TRANSFER C? red S Ambulances FIREPROOF STORAGE, COAL-LIVERY f REMEMBER The Old Reliable Concern S. W. Johnston Transfer Co. HARDWARE Prices the Lowest For Goods That Are Best Store on (i Street ABERDEEN HARDWARE CO. IF tion. you want your things splendidly Laundered, take them to the laundry with the reputa-“The Best and Most Reliable” laundry is the City Hand Laundry Silks and Flannels a Specialty. Work Called for and Delivered 302 East Market Phone 199 Aberdeen, Wash. The “Only” Suction sweeper Simple! Durable! Efficient FOR SALE BY Washington Paint Wallpaper Co. Ladies Eat Waffles at the Real Waffle Parlors 121 East Heron Street Get Your School Supplies at the HIGH SCHOOL STORE Grays Harbor Renovatory and Dye Works Established 1905 The only steam cleaning and dye plant in Aberdeen using the Hoffman Sanitary Press. French Dry Cleaning. Green trading stamps. 109 South F Street Phone Main 290 Aberdeen. Washington For Stationery, Office Supplies, Gift Goods or SCHOOL SUPPLIES SEE Benson Office Supply Co. 219 East Heron Street Who is the most popular candy man in Aberdeen? Wagner of course. G Street opposite postoflice Jflotoers; For Graduation Will Be Satisfactory If You Order Them From the U£(ttC Jflotim- i§ l)op Electric Building Roses and Carnations and all other flowers in season. PYRAMID FLOUR AT Robinson’s Grocery Phone 130. Heron and Washington. Merchants Delivery Service WHO’S YOUR TAILOR? WE SUGGEST Harry O’Dell 110 South G St., opposite Postoffice If You Don’t Know Where The GREEN STORE Is Ask the School Pupils CLIMAX BarberShop 306 E. Heron St. eh Cross pharmacy THE NYAL STORE Registered Pharmacists Only Telephone 185 Heron and G Sts., Aberdeen, Washington Goehrend Company FAMILY GROCERIES 111 South G Street. Quality and Service WILLIAM HEIKKILA Merchant Tailor All Work Guaranteed First Class 411 E. WishkahSt., Aberdeen We alway carry a full line of choice meats. Your orders will receive our careful attention KARSHNER BROS. MEAT MARKET FOR QUALITY AND SERVICE Phone 67 and 68 209 South G Street If you haven’t a boy. you will want to borrow one when you see Our Line of Boys’ Clothing A. M. BENDETSON THE RED FRONT gfcerbeen tEranstfer Company CARRIAGE COAL Fone 146 LIVERY CONRAD ORR THE HOUSE OF QUALITY Phone 430 Cor. Heron and K Sts. JONES REAL ESTATE PAINE AND INSURANCE NOTARY PUBLIC, LOANS and BONDS 215 South G Street Aberdeen, Washington PHIPPS WATSON Dealers in WOOD and COAL Phone 198 Corner Market and H Sts. If You Want a New Watch, or If You Intend Giving a Watch as a Present, We Can Interest You S. J. STIEGLITZ 219 E. Heron St. Reliable Jeweler Finch Building “QUALITY” Is Our Motto DAVIDSON BROS. LIVINGSTON’S SA VE S. H. TRADING STAMPS THE PROFIT SHARING PLAN Phone 461 Comer H and Hume Sts. Aberdeen Steam Laundry Strictly Sanitary We guarantee Satisfaction Gabrielson Holmer PURE FOOD GROCERS Phone 50 305 East Heron St. $atronoe 0ur fibber timers MACK HOLT CIGAR STORE 404 E. Heron St., Aberdeen, Wn. FIRE PROOFED BY AUTOMATIC SPRINKLERS HOTEL WASHINGTON GRIFFIN MORCK, Proprietors Grill open afternoons and evenings until midnight PHONE 239 THE PEOPLE’S MEAT MARKET THE BIG WHITE MARKET HIGH QUALITY, LOW PRICE, FULL WEIGHT Trade with us and grow a smile. 215 West Heron Street THE GERMAN BAKERY PLEASES EVERYBODY Ask Your Grocer For the ROYAL LOAF Phone 351 109 West Heron St. BUTTER, EGGS, CHEESE AND ALL KINDS OF DAIRY PRODUCTS Union Produce Company 413 East W’ishkah St. Phone 368 Aberdeen, Washington Vienna Restaurant “GOOD EATS” OYSTERS A SPECIALTY 414 East Heron Street C. A. BENDLIN TAILORING, CLEANING AND PRESSING 407 E. Wishkah, Aberdeen, Wash. Cmenefeer |3iano Co. Pianos and Players. Victrolas and Records 208-210 South H Street The Best Groceries and Meats Can Be Bought at GOEHREND BROS. Phone 310 Comer Hume and Michigan Avenue ACME COFFEE HOUSE THE POPULAR LUNCH 209 South H Street FIRE MARINE CASUALTY INSURANCE W. W. HART 201 East Wishkah Aberdeen, Wash. Carl S. Weatherwax ABSTRACTER 309 South H Street, Finch Building WISHKAH FISH MARKET A. KALLUNKI, Manager Fresh, Salt and Smoked Fish; Crabs, Clams, Oysters and Light Groceries at reasonable prices. Free delivery. Phone 360 406 E. Wishkah Aberdeen, Wash. Our Repair Department Works Wonders with Old Shoes. S. JACOBSON 209 - South G Street Aberdeen, Washington Catott Sc isttoanep THE REXALL STORE Ask the man who fills your prescription if he is registered. None but registered men fill prescriptions at our store. HOGAN GRAHAM Lawyers Aberdeen, Washington BONER BONER Lawyers 314-316 Finch Building Rooms 3-4-S-6 Kaufman Block Cautljorn Sc Cau thorn, Unc. REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Phone 355 Aberdeen, Wn. FRANK BEAM Attorney-at-Law 320 Finch Building «'©orU) Press Is prepared to furnish the best and latest in PRINTING Read the Ifaerbeen Batlp ®2Iot lb It is Clean, Newsy, Bright, Progressive •• Buy it because it is a Studebaker C. E. BELTZ AUTO CO. TttE JEWELER Corner Wishkah G5ts.