Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

Text from Pages 1 - 142 of the 1915 volume:

QUIN I AULT SENIOR CLASS ANNUAL JUNE NINETEEN FIFTEEN VOLUMN SIX J. M. WEATHERWAX HIGH SCHOOL ABERDEEN WASHINGTON NE thing most young men learn at college is a preference for Irani (Elnthrs Higher education of taste in dress demands masterly tailored suits and overcoats. Come and examine these clothes first hand. BLYTH BLYTH, Inc. . ■ The End of the Play .................... 6 Dedication ............................. 7 Faculty ................................ 8 Seniors ................................ 11 Juniors ................................ 25 Sophomores ............................. 31 Freshmen ............................... 35 Editorials ............................. 39 Student Body ........................... 42 Ocean Breeze ........................... 43 Literary ............................... 45 Athletics.............................. 71 Dramatics .............................. 89 Debate................................. 93 Declamation ............................ 95 Music........................’......... 96 Society ...............................190 School Notes ..........................191 Alumni ................................193 Exchanges .............................195 Jokes..................................197 Advertising ............................119 5 (TIjc tub af the |dlau The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter’s bell: A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task; And, w lieu he s laughed and said his say, lie shows, as he removes tin mask. A face that’s sometimes sad—then gav. Farewell!—I’d say, the griefs, the joys, •lust hinted in this mimic page. The triumphs and defeats of boys, Are soon repeated in our age. I’d say, our woes are not less keen Our hopes more vain than those of men: Our pangs or pleasures of fifteen Al forty-five played o’er again. And in the world, as in the school, I’d say, how fate may change and shift; The prize be sometimes with the fool. The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind east pitilessly down . Come wealth or want, come good or ill Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will. And bear it with an honest heart. Who misses or who wins the prize. Go, lose or conquer as you can: But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. —William Makepeace Thackeray To one who has so ably assisted the class of ’15 in all its varied work and activities this volume is respectfully dedicated: Mr. H. E. Holmquist. E. J. McNamara, Don M. Hawley Claude M. Newlin H. E. Holmquist, Principal E. E. Smith Bertha Cavanagrh Lucretia Hcdell Class ,iHolto: Out of School Life, Into Life's School Class Jflofacr: Red Rose Class Colors: Crim son and White CLASS OF ’15 AS FRESHMEN CLASS OF ’15 AS SENIORS Q U I N I A U L T MARIE KATHERINE O’HARE—College Preparatory Course; Freshman Entertainment Committee 1912; President of Sophomore Class of 1912-’13; Chairman Junior Reception Committee 1914; Quiniault Staff 1914; Associate Editor Junior Issue of O. B. 1914; Chairman Junior Prom Committee 1914; Chairman Athletic Ball Committee 1914; Chairman Jefferson Dance Committee 1914; Secretary of Associated Students 1914-T5; Ocean Breeze Staff 1915; Quiniault Staff 1915; President of Senior Class 1914-T5. AGNES THOMPSON — Scientific Course; Vice-President of Senior Class 1914-T5; Sophomore Picnic Committee 1913; Completed Course in 3V years. KRIS KESTERSON—Entered A. H. S. 1914; Ocean Breeze Staff 1914-T5; Quiniault Staff 1915; Member “Pickles” Cast 1915; Secretary Boys’ Glee Club 1914-’15; Secretary of Class 1915. RUPERT GARRISON—College Preparatory Course; Advertising Manager of Ocean Breeze 1914-T5; Class Basketball 1911-’12-’13-’14-T5; Sophomore and Junior Class Picnic Committees; Quiniault Staff 1915; Member Cast of Class Play “Pickles” 1915; Boys’ Glee Club 1915; Advertising Manager of Junior Issue of O. B. 1914; Class Track Team 1915; Class Treasurer 1915. Q U I N I A r L T MARY LOUISE FILLER—Classical Course; Editor-in-Chief of Quiniault 1915; Editor-in-Chief of Ocean Breeze, 1914-1915; Class reporter to Ocean Breeze 1912; Member Quiniault Staff 1912; Winner of Alaska Essay Contest 1912; Winner of Julius Caesar Contest 1915; Member O. B. Staff 191;?-1914; Chairman of Class Play Committee; Senior Ball Committee 1915. A. MARSHALL REID—General Course; Vice-President Freshman Class of ’14; Vice-President Sophomore Class of ’14; President of Junior Class of ’15; Member Quiniault Staff 1912-’13-’14; Vice-President Student Body 1914; Ocean Breeze Staff 1913-’14-’15: President Associated Students 1915; Buisness Manager Quiniault 1915: Football 1914; Class Play Committee; Member Cast of “Pickles” 1915; General Chairman Senior Ball Committee 1915; Member Senior's Second Baske -ball team; Staff of Junior Issue of 0. B. 1914. HELENA ELWAY — Classical Course; Staff Junior Issue'O. B. 1914; Manager Girls’ Basketball Team 1915; Ocean Breeze Staff 1914-T5; Associate Editor Quiniault 1915; Winner in W. C. T. U. Essay Contest; Member oi “Pickles” Cast. GUY MORGAN —First Football Team 1913 and 1914; Second Team 1911 and 1912; Class Basketball 1911-’12-T3-T4-T5; Class Track Team 1915; Junior Prom Committee 1914; Member Athletic Association Board of Control 1913-’14; Member Pickles Cast 1915: Senior Ball Committee 1915; Ocean Breeze Staff 1914-’15; Circulation Manager Quiniault 1915; Vice-President Associated Students 1914-T5; Completed Course in 3Vs Years. MARY JOHNSTON — Scientific Course; Ocean Breeze Dinner 1911; Secretary of ’14 Class; Athletic Ball Committee 1914; Girls’ Glee Club 1911-’12-’13-’14; Jefferson Dance Committee 1914; Treasurer 1914% Class; Class Dance Committee 1914; Member “Pickles” Cast 1915. DORNFORD ALLAN REID—General Course. FRANCES PERRY DQUGLAS—College preparatory Course; Ocean Breeze Dinner Committee 1912; Chehalis County Triangular Debate 1912; Debate 1913; Athletic Ball Committee 1913; Junior Board of Control 1913-T4; Junior Prom Committee 1914; Athletic Ball Committee 1914; Junior Reception Committee 1914; Ocean Breeze Staff 1914-T5; Quiniault Staff 1915; Senior Ball Committee 1915; Completed Course in 3% Years. STANLEY M. DELOSH—General Course; Class Basketball 1910-’11-’12-T3; A. H. S. Basketball 1909-’10-’ll-'12: Mgr. 1910, Capt. 1911; Cross Country Run 1910, Third Place; A. H. S. Football 1911-’12: Mgr. Football 1912; Class Track Team 1912; Decoration Committee Athletic Ball 1914; Business Mgr. Senior Class Play 1915; Member of “Pickles” Cast 1915; Decoration Committee Senior Ball 1915. QUINIA IfLT FRANCES C. KOLTS—Manual Arts Course. HERBERT CREECH—College Prep atory Course; Class Basketball Team 1913-’14-’15; Class Track Team 1913; Quiniault Staff 1914-T5; A. H. S. Debating Team 1914-’15; Sergeant-at-Arms of 1914% Class; Vice-President Boys’ Glee Club 1915. ERCEL GOEHREND—College Prefatory Course; Entered A. H. S. 1912' Quiniault Staff 1915; Member “Pickles'’ Cast 1915. ELLEN MARIE GYLLAND—College Prepatory Course; Member of Girls’ Octette 1912-’13; Local Oratorical Contest 1913; Member of Girls’ Glee Club 1914-’15; Ocean Breeze Strff 1914-T5; Quiniault Staff 1915; Com pleted Course in 3% Years. 17 Q U I N I A U L T JENNIE IYANA — Commercial Course; Ocean Breeze Staff 1914-’15; School Notes Editor ‘'Quiniault” 1915; Member “Order of Gregg Artists”; Aberdeen Representative in State Typewriting Contest, Tacoma 1914. CARL WEATHERWAX — General Course; Ocean Breeze Staff 1914; Ocean Breeze Representative 1914%. AURYILLA PARKHURST McGREG-OR—Commercial Course; O. B. Staff 1914-’15; Quiniault Staff 1915. MABEL ANDERSON —Commercial Course. -’-a 18 QUINIAULT CELIA CAHN — General Course; Treasurer of Class 1911-’12; Freshman Picnic Committee; Junior Prom Com mittee 1914; Senior Ball Committee 1915; Member Staff Junior Issue of O. B. 1914; Class Sergeant-at-Arms 1914-15. ARTHUR ANDERSON—Manual Arts Course; Class Baseball 1912; Class Basketball 1913 (Capt.) 1914-15; Secretary Ocean Breeze Board of Control 1913-14; Junior Prom Committee 1914; Quiniault Staff 1915; Senior Ball Committee 1915. NEVA BELL—College Preparatory Course; Ocean Breeze Dinner Committee 1912; Secretary of Literary Society 1912; Class Basketball 1912-13-14-15; Junior Prom Committee 1914; Captain of Girls’ Basketball Team 1914-15; Member of “Pickles” Cast 1915; Quiniault Staff 1915; Completed Course in 3V years. EVELYN RENA MILETTE—General Course; Ocean Breeze Staff 1911-12;. President of Literary Society 1913; Vice-President of Class 1913-14; Secretary of Athletic Association 1914; Staff Junior Issue O. B. 1914; Member of Girls’ Glee Club 1914-15; President of Girls Glee Club 1915; Committee for Class Play 1915; Member of “Pickles” Cast 1915; Quiniault Staff 1915 19 QUINIAULT LOUISE M. FINCH—College Prep-atory Course; Entered A. H. S. 1913; Quiniault Staff 1915; Senior Ball Committee 1915. CECIL JOHNSTON — General Course; Football 1911-’12-T3-T4, Capt. 1914 Team; Basketball 1912-T3; Baseball 1910; President Athletic Association 1912; Member Executive Board of 1913; Member Board of Control 1914; Member “Miss Imagination” Cast 1914; Class Basketball Team 1911-T2. FLORENCE ROSE KOLTS—College Preparatory Course; Ocean Breeze Dinner 1911; Girls’ Basketball Team 1911; Class Treasurer 1912-T3; Junior Prom Committee 1914; Member Girls’ Octette 1912-’13-’14; Chairman Music Committee of Literary Society 1911; Vice-President of 1914% Class; Member “Pickles” Cast 1915. OSCAR MADISON—College Preparatory Course; Class Basketball 1913-’14-’15; Declamatory Contest 1913; Quiniault Staff T5 QUINIAULT MARY HEIKKILA — Scientific Course; Senior Picnic Committee; Staff Junior Issue of O. B. 1914. HAROLD SPOON—General Course. MINNIE FRIEDA PENN—General Course; Senior Picnic Committee; Debating Contest 1913; Member Girls’ Glee Club 1914-’15. 21 JEAN CAMBY—Commercial Course. QUINIAULT Senior Class JBistorg 0 record the trials and triumphs, the tribulations and advances of a tribe so hopeful as that of the fifteens is no mean task. Through the dim mist of Time to come, Hope sees a star and onward to that goal Enthusiasm leads the clan which aims to succeed in the coming years. The opening days of our high school life were filled with confusion and timidity, but encouraged by the watchful yet tolerant eye of Mr. Holmquist, we began our four years' course. After several months the class organized and with the help of “Roberts Rules of Order” we elected as our first officers: President, Edwin Wilson; Vice President, Clarence Caldwell; Secretary, Edward Holmer; Treasurer, Celia Cahn; Sergeant-at-Arms, Will Landers. During the first year we were represented in the Chehalis County Triangular Debate by Clarence Caldwell, Amelia Pearson, Frances Douglas, and Minnie Mapes. In two out of three debates they won by a unanimous decision. The first class picnic was held in conjunction with the Seniors at Westport Beach. The Steamer Champion was chartered for the occasion, and has always carried the class to the succeeding picnics in that same place. The Sophomore history lacks sufficient material to make it interesting. The boys were dormant as far. as athletics wrere concerned, but were brilliant stars in all other school work. In order that they might receive some recognition, the class organized a literary society with Rena Milette as president. One very good program was furnished but because school work was strenuous (?), the organization was short lived, however. The class of ’15 was the first to have a club of this kind and probably would have made a success of the enterprise, had they had more time. The Sophomore Class, like the Freshman Class, was under the supervision of Mr. Ilolmquist in Room 9. The officers were President, Marie OTIare; Vice President, Joe Keith; Secretary, Guy Morgan; Treasurer, Florence Kolts. At last we were Juniors and felt the school belonged to us. The year was begun with great spirit and some of our boys developed great 22 CH QUINIAULT talent as football players. Guy Morgan and Harold Ingebrigtsen were our representatives on the first team while Will Landers was elected Manager, in which office he gave promise of becoming a great financier. The second week of school the following class officers were elected: President. Marshall Reid; Vice President, Rena Milette; Secretary, Ruby Johnston; Treasurer, Frank Heikkila. Of the three officers of the student body, two were of our class, namely, Marshall Reid and Minnie Mapes. Our Junior Prom was given at the Knights of Pythias Hall, and without doubt, was the greatest success that has ever been given. The decorations were carried out in Japanese effect, with many colored lights, lanterns, and umbrellas. Early in the second semester we received our class pins, which were dull gold, and black enamel. The Junior issue of the Ocean Breeze was very gratifying to the Class, who were also pleased with the financial results. The staff was well chosen and Edwin Wilson made a great success of the Editor-in-Chief’s position. During that year Minnie Mapes represented us on the Debating team. At last our eyes were turned toward the Senior year which contains the greatest pleasures that a student enjoys during the four long years of hard work. We assembled in Room 22 under Miss Condit, but during the second semester we were presided over by Miss Fogle in Room 14. In football we were well represented, and also in all other athletics. Herbert Creech made a good showing in debate. Financially our year has been a good one, for the treasury is replete in funds, which is more than most Senior Classes can boast of. The chosen play named “Pickles.” a comedy by George Ade. was successfully coached by Miss Agnes Hobi, who formerly had experience in dramatics at the University of Washington. We believe our Class will be remembered if for nothing else than the extremely wise precedent the girls wish to establish in wearing simple cotton graduation frocks. In foregoing classes the graduating outfit has been an important item but we believe that graduation will be just as effective when less elaborate. Mary Filler, as editor-in-chief of the “Ocean Breeze” and “Quini- 23 QUINIAULT ault,” showed marked ability in the handling of the affairs of both papers. Our Class Officers for the last year have been President, Marie O’llare; Vice President. Agnes Thompson; Secretary, Kris Kesterson; Treasurer, Rupert Garrison. Thus do we reluctantly bring to a close the history of the Class of the Nineteen P’ifteens. By a constant desire to fulfill our pledge of loyalty to our High School, we have gradually improved our position and prowess, and we hope that the classes which follow will profit by our shortcomings, and attain still higher levels of scholarship. Frances Perry Douglas ’15 24 Q U I N I A U L T JJmttnr (Officers. Lester Rowland, Pres.; Tom O’Hare, Vice Pres.; I)ick Hook, Sec.; Henry Anderson, Treas. HJmttnr (Class l olI Adams, Gus Hugo, William Anderson, Henry Johnston, Grace Arnold, George Jones, Dora Aven, Ina Jones, Jessie Bodner, Mary Lindstrom, Pearl Boutyette, Percy Loomis, Marguerite Bowes, Mary Madison, Julia Caldwell, Clarence Markkula, Hilma Crary, Irene McGilton, Addie Donovan, Mary McKenna, Douglas Fagreus, Edna Moir, Kathryn Foelkner, Mildred Murphy, Walter Fuller, Grace Norin. Adolph Garman, Carrie O'Hare, Thomas Gerhardt, Mildred Olsen. Ella Graham, Kathleen Pa ne, Winnifred Green, Elizabeth Penn, Joe Grimes, Gladys Pinckney, Irwin Halferty, Philip Potter, Eugene Harris, Hinman Remmelmeyer, Julia Hobi, Edwin Hogan, Ima . Rowland, Lester Turk, Cecil Hogan, Jeanette Vainmen, Ralph Waller, Ruth Hook, Richard Wilson, Dewey Hopkinson, Lawrence Yeung, Lois Class Colors: and White. 26 CLASS OF 1916 QUINIAULT Junior Class Histnru “Swiftly our pleasures glide away. Our hearts recall the distant da.. With many a sigh; The moments that are speeding fast We heed not, but the past,—the past,-More highly prize.” —Longfellow. N September 3, 1912, a sturdy band of forty-two Freshmen entered into the blissfulness which they had been dreaming of for past years. Many dire threats had been made by those awe-inspiring superiors, the upper-classmen, but with the aid of a few chosen members we passed the first year in safety. Aforesaid members were: Ursula Her- mans, President; Robert Campbell, Vice-president; Douglas McKenna, Secretary; and Ruth Waller, Treasurer. The Sophomores welcomed the class into the social whirl of A. H. S. with a marshmallow roast on Broadway Hill. Irwin Pinckney was our only representative on the football team and the class came second in basketball. About the last of May we went to Westport with the Juniors on our first class picnic. As Freshmen we were enrolled in Room 11, under Mr. King’s care. Next came the period of giggles and “emptv-headed-ness” known as the Sophomore year. A full year, one in which a feeling of ease, unknown to the preceding year, prevailed. We were no longer “the under-classmen.” Irwin Pinckney was again the class football hero, and Gns Adams, Douglas McKenna. Irwin Pinckney, Joe Penn and Cecil Turk distinguished themselves as “speeds” in basketball. We were duty-bound to entertain the entering Freshmen and late in September gave a reception in the old “gym.” On May 23, we went to Westport with the Seniors on our second class picnic. Class officers for the year were: Philip Halferty, President; Douglas McKenna, Vice-president; Irene Crarv, Secretary, and Cecil Turk, Treasurer. As Sophomores-we were still in Room 11 with Air. King. And then came the year known as the happiest yet the hardest in High School, The Junior Year. A year of events and accomplishments 28 c=i □ © QUINIAULT for the class of 1916. We were represented in all Athletics and are proud to say, supported the School more than any other class. On the football team were TTenry Anderson. Irwin Pinckney, Douglas McKenna, and Edwin llobi, tost team men, and Joe Penn, Hinman Harris, and Dick H-mk, subs. All played stellar games in their respective positions and it is needless to say were fully appreciated by their fellow-classmen. In basketball the Juniors e re the undisputed inter-class champions and won the school pennai.i Members of the team were: Gus Adams, (Capt.), Irwin Pinckney, Douglas McKenna. Henry Anderson. .Joe Penn, and Edwin llobi and Dick Hook. subs. On the girls basketball team Addie McGilton (Capt.), Grace Johnston, and Kathleen Graham represented the Juniors. Clarence Caldwell represented us in a most gratifying way on the debating team. The Juniors again excelled in Track: Gus Adams, (Capt.), Irwin Pinckney, Edwin Gobi. Dewey Wilson, Dick Hook and Lester Rowland entering. Class Pins were selected early in the year and everyone was very much pleased with them. 1 he Junior Prom held at Electric Park on February 5, was one of the social successes of the year. Members of the committee for the Prom were: Irwin Pinckney, General Chairman; Mary Bowes, Programs; Ima Hogan, Invitations; Gus Adams, Finance; Irene Crary, Punch; Julia Remmelmever, Music, and Phillip Halferty, Decorations. Class officers for the past year were: Lester Rowland, President; Tom O’Hare. Vice-president; Dick Hook, Secretary, and Henry Anderson, Treasurer. Mr. King, now Principal in Cosmopolis. was replaced by Mr. McNamara—but, being more fortunate than other classes, we kept our old Ruth Waller ’16 29 QUIN I A U L T (the Jear tn a utsljell Aug. 31, 1914—First day of school! Sept. 5—Mrs. Vaughn gives talk to the girls. Sept. 12—Alumni win from High. 3 to 0. Sept. 23—Lecture on “Art,” by Haig Arlkin. Sept. 26—Aberdeen boys score on “Varsity.” Oct. 2—Big football rally. First O. B. published in new form. Oct. 3—Aberdeen defeats Jefferson High, 25 to 3. Oct. 9—Sophomores entertain Freshmen. Oct. 10—Aberdeen wins from Montesano. 106 to 0. Oct. 16—New yell, “Chee He. Chee Ha,” proves a success. Oct. 21, 22, 2 —Much needed vacation for students while teachers attend institute. Oct. 24—Football. Chehalis 0; Aberdeen 84. Oct. 29, 30—An unexpected vacation. Several Aberdeen teachers attend State Teachers’ Association at Tacoma. Nov. 13—Hoquiam wins first debate of series. Nov. 14—Everett boys defeat Aberdeen 19 to 6. Nov. 25—Second football rally—big hit. Xov. 26—Aberdeen defeats Columbia College of Portland, 33 to 14. Nov. 26 to 30—Thanksgiving vacation. Nov. 27—Athletic Ball. Dec. 4—15 boys receive A’s. Dec. 18—Aberdeen wins debate from Montesano. Dec. 18 to Jan. 4—Christmas vacation. Jan. 19 to 22—Mid-year Exams. Feb. 5—Junior Prom. Feb. 5—Winlock wins debate. Feb. 12—Aberdeen wins four basketball games from Montesano in one evening. Feb. 12—Lincoln Memorial assembv. Feb. 24, 25, 26—Elson Art Exhibit. Junior basketball team wins interclass championship. Feb. 28—Prof. Richardson lectures on European war. Mar. 12—Dr. J. C. Worley lectures on Japan. Apr. 3—Indoor Track Meet at Armory. Apr. 10—Interclass Meet. Apr. 17—Grays Harbor Meet. May 1—County Declamatory Contest and Countv Track Meet at Elma. May 21—Senior Class Play, “Pickles.” May 29—High School Picnics. June 4—Senior Ball. June 6—Baccalaureate. June 11—Commencement and last day of school! 30 ’ QUINIAULT jSopljomure (Officers Marion Crary, Pres.; Dorothy Borden, Vice Pres.; Sarah Ivana, Sec.; Harry Martin, Treas. j opljcmtnre (Mass pall Achey, Bertrand Hutchinson, Marie Anderson, Ellen Hyatt, Sidney Anderson, Lilly Judson, Ruth Anderson, William Kaifer, Margarite Axland, William Kuchnick, Louise Beck, Lora Ivana, Sarah Benson, Julia Linn, Russell Birmingham, May Mackey, Arthur Bloomquist, Frances Martin, Harry Borden, Dorothy Matilla, Lorentz Brown, Gertrude McNamee, Josephine Callison, Henry Messer, Harold Cosgrove, Maude Middleton, Martha Crary, Marion Milette, Lillian Cross, Ruby Miller, Catherine Draper, Thelma Nelson, Martha Ellis, Bruce Pearson, Martha Elway, Sarah Prentice, Alberta Fitzgerald, Maude Robinson, Marie Fox, Joe Rosenberg, Clara Graham, Goldie Ross, Arthur Graham, Lilith Shutt, Thelma Green, Dennis Strommer, Eric Green, Irena Vanucie, Ada Grider, Elsie Vanucie, Edna Goehrend, Gertrude Vernon, Paul Hessig, Louisa Warwick, Clara Hinton, George Watson, Dorothy Hoffman, Lenore Wilcox, Doris Wells, Loretta Class Colors: Orange and Black. 32 CLASS OF 1917 Q U I N I A U L T op omorc (Elass JJtstorg CLASS OFFICERS. President—Marion Crary. Vice President—Dorothy Borden. Secretary—Sarah Ivana. Treasurer—Harry Martin. Sergeant-at-Arms—Bertrand Achey. THE HISTORY OF 17. Into the A. H. S. we came; Freshmen, we were, and rather green, But hoping to build a lasting fame For the merry class of seventeen. Class meetings next: our record shows Of enthusiasm there was no lack; And we chose for our flower, the yellow rose And for our colors, the gold and black. We labored long, we labored late, To make a shining reputation. We had a member in debate, Another one in declamation. We strove to be athletic, too, And had a team for basketball; Though of successes we had few, Our high ambitions did not fall. But we were only Freshmen then; This year our team has played the gam With vim, and we are proud of them, For they have increased seventeen’s fame. The declamation prize again Was gained by one from seventeen, And two of us this year have been On the High School debating team. And now we will be Juniors soon We’ll do our best, and here declare What e’er of work or frolic comes Old seventeen will be right there. Marlon Crary ’17 34 quiniault Ih fsl;mnt (Offircrs Carl Anderson, Vice Pres.; Edward Edwards. Pres.; RogPr Blackburn. Sec.-Treas. (Ckss £ ull Miller, Charles Morley, David Allen, Weir Anderson, Carl Anderson, Edgar Anderson, Harold Armstead, James Arnold, Frederick Beedon, Beulah Blackburn, Roger Bloch, Elsa Borden, Etta Craig, June Gross, Rupert Doble, Willard Dole, Esther Durand, Hildegarde Edwards, Edward Elliott, Elmer Ellison, Herbert Fhx, Florence Frey, Herbert Gerhardt, Roland Gilbert, Ernest Hall, Varley Hanninen, Kathryn Harris, Ralph Henrickson, Bessie Herron, Estelle Hite, Fay Howenstine, Ernest Huttula, Helen Jeffries, Emma Johnson, Oscar Johnson, Marvel Keater, Carrie Lindstrom, Ruth Loomis. Dorthy Lucas, Julia Lupton, Justina Maginn, Henry Manley, Earl Marsh. Ellen Matzen, Mildred Mavis, Wilma McClymont, Wallace Meyer, Nellie Michaels, Gertrude Class Colors: Green and Ogilvie, Clarence .Javola, Elva Pearson, Fred Peterson, Roy Phillips, Beulah Rokos, Rudolph Sedlack, Helen Schwartz, Hannah Sheguy, Frank Shutt, Clare Snyder, Clarence Stout, Hila Thompson, Roy Tonneson. Nellie Vaughn, George Veldkamp, Arthur Wedin, Harold Wheeler, Philip Veldkamp, Gertrude Wyndearo, Lorena Zent, Mildred White. 36 CLASS OF 1918 Q U I N I A U L T (SFresIjttten rtstaru T the beginning of the school year on August 31, 1914, forty-seven students were assembled in room twelve under the supervision of our most noteworthy Mr. Smith. All were trembling and yet eagerly awaiting the luridly painted fate of the Freshmen. We had all been told of the cruel way we would be abused, but, judging from the enrollment, not many eighth graders were daunted by those frightful tales. After a great deal of the usual confusion classes were arranged for all pupils and we started on our brilliant four year course of hard studies, few assemblies, and the like. After leaving us a few weeks to become acquainted with students and teachers, the Sophomore Class gave a Freshmen Reception, which was a great success and very much enjoyed and appreciated by all who attended. It did not take us long to organize, for the third week of school the first class meeting was held at which Edward Edwards was elected President; Carl Anderson, Vice-president, and Roger Blackburn, Secretary and Treasurer. At a later meeting a white rose was chosen for Class flower and our class, in selecting green and white for Class colors, shows more daring than any previous Class. We have been splendidly represented in Athletics by a large number of boys. We are very proud of “Bill” Thompson and “Levy” Johnson, who received the first football team A’s. The class is equally proud of Roy Thompson, Carl Anderson, Elmer Elliot and Estell Herron, who received second team A’s. Our basketball boys have shown themselves quite capable of defending the class colors and give promise of developing into a championship team later. In the first game of the season they tied the Seniors in a hard fought game; and later, although weakened by the loss of “Bill” Thompson and “Levi” Johnson, inflicted two defeats upon the Sophomores. The second team also won second place in the basketball series. In track the class of T8 is fortunate enough to possess Estell Herren, the fastest runner in school, with Edward Edwards a close second. Elmer Elliott has also distinguished himself in track. At the beginning of the second semester twenty-seven more students entered A. H. S. as Freshmen, making a total of about sixty-four pupils in the class of ’18. As the incoming class had taken their eighth A work in the building they suffered very little from the usual mixups, having become acquainted with most of the school regulations before. As nothing more of consequence has happened except the momentous incident of having a class picture taken, the end of our narrative is near and we sincerely hope that at the end of our high school career the class of eighteen shall be one of the most brilliant in all branches of school Elsa Bloch ’18 □ n=nn=ir n_ A 1 38 STAFF. Editor-in-Chief............................... Business Manager..............—............ Mary L. Filler ‘15 . Marshall Reid ’15 EDITORIAL STAFF Associate Editor.............................. Literary Editor............................... Athletic Department— Football .................................. Boys’ Basketball........................... Girls’ Basketball ......................... Joke Department— Marie O’Hare ’15 Kris Kesterson ’15 ...Helena Elway ’15 ... .Rena Milette '15 ....Guy Morgan ’15 Arthur Anderson ’15 ......Neva Bell ’15 Society .............Louise Finch ’15 Debate ..........Herbert Creech ’14% Music................Ellen Gylland ’15 Exchanges ........Ercel Goehrend ’15 School Notes..........Jennie Ivana T5 Alumni ...............Russell Mack ’12 Staff Typist... .Aurvilla McGregor ’15 Staff Artist ......Marshall Reid ’15 Seniors .........Frances Douglas ’15 Juniors ................Ruth Waller ’16 Sophomores ............Marion Crary T7 Freshmen.................Elsa Bloch ’18 BUSINESS STAFF Advertising Manager ...............................................Joseph Keith ’15% Assistant Advertising Manager ..................................Stanley DeLosh ’15 Circulation Manager...................................................Guy Morgan ’15 “OUT OF SCHOOL LIFE INTO LIFE’S SCHOOL.’’ The Class of ’15 is singularly fortunate in its selection of a motto. A well turned phrase that expresses many things and means much besides is difficult to find. There are many expressions that embody the idea of commencement in a general way, such as that noted subject of commencement essays, “Across the Alps Lies Italy”; but from our 39 QUINIAULT general knowledge none so fitting can be taken as the one aibove—“Out of School Life Into Life’s School.” What could more aptly express the change that is about to take place in all our destinies—this transition from the school of books to the school of experience. It embodies all the exercises attending the graduation of a class symbolize. To some who give it but a passing thought Commencement seems an incongruous title for the completion of four years work in High School or College; but to those who know, to those who understand the ’15 motto rightly, school is but the preparation that fits us to assimilate knowledge from the world. Things go by too rapidly in school to be valued truly. We have not yet learned to observe—that power we can gain only from much contact with the world. Latin verbs or geometry theorems are not the only requisites in an education. As Emerson says: “Only so much do I know as I have lived.” True learning can only be gained by true living. If we value what we observe rightly and can separate the dross from the gold our lives will be vastly broader from comparison. Within a very few years the path of our lives will be marked. We must choose very soon the road we wish to tread. Perhaps our own narrow little lives will be lifted and broadened—perhaps we will not look back in later years, as so many do, and sav: “If I had only known what I do now I would have done so differently.” If we commence our life work with that desire and a saving sense of humor we will surely learn quickly and advance easily in the school of life.—“When the artist has exhausted his materials, when the fancy no longer paints, when thoughts are no longer apprehended, and books are a weariness,— he has always the resource to live.” AN APPRECIATION. The editor has asked me to write a word concerning Miss Ruth Fogle, who will sever her connection with the Aberdeen high school at the close of this year. I have been associated with Miss Fogle in the schools of the city for the past eight years and have always found her to be a true teacher in every sense of th word. She is loyal to all, conscientious in her work and anxious for the success of her students. She has stimulated many to the formation of higher ideals of life and usefulness, and has encouraged them in their efforts to realize those ideals. She has aroused the ambition of many boys and girls, changed their aims and spurred them to the successful undertaking of what they before thought impossible. She has given inspiration and encouragement to every graduating class for the last seven years, and has ever attempted to awaken dormant ambitions in those who have grown discouraged in their work. Her aim has always been to arouse honorable exertion in all her classes. The sense of duty well done and work accomplished should go with Miss Fogle as she leaves us. 40 GEORGE B. MILLER. QUINIAULT We, as members of the Senior class, wish to heartily endorse all the appreciation of Miss Fogle’s work that Mr. Miller expressed. Miss Fogle has been in charge of several graduating classes, and if they have been at all similar to the class of ’15, they have found their work more interesting and the general atmosphere of their session room more helpful bcause of Miss Fogle. We wish, also, to extend a vote of thanks to the one who has most thoughtfully presented Room 14 and the Senior Class with the pictures which now adorn its walls. Miss Fogle could not have chosen any more appropriate or fitting pictures for a class room. The Quiniault staff wishes also to sincerely thank Miss Fogle for the assistance she has so kindly extended in correcting material and in various other ways. We feel that we are voicing the sentiment of the entire school when we say that A. II. S. views Miss Fogle’s resignation from the faculty with much regret. The Quiniault staff also wishes to express its thanks most sincerely to all other members of the faculty who, by their assistance and interest, have helped to make this issue a success. We would like to show our appreciation, also, of all the work that Mr. Messegee performed for the paper, in taking all the photographs for the paper without charge. QUINIAULT STAFF Guy Morgan, Helena Elway, Joe Keith, Circulation Manager Associate Editor Advertising Manager Mary Filler, Marshall Reid, Editor-In-Chief Business Manager 41 Ji tubcnt IBuita ©fitters Marshall Reid, Pres.; Guy Morsran, Vice Pres.: Marie O’Hare, Sec.: Gus Adams, Treas. The most important organization in school is the Student Body Association ; and its officers, with the editor and business manager of the Ocean Breeze, hold the highest offices that A. H. S. can bestow upon any of its members. Practically all high school affairs are conducted under its supervision, such as football rallys, athletic balls, school picnics, and the like. At the beginning of the fall semester the plan was formulated to issue Student body tickets at one dollar a piece, which admitted to all football and basketball games, track meets, debates and other affairs of a like nature. Besides all these, under the decision of the Association, the Ocean Breeze was distributed to everyone in High School at no expense to the students. As the advertising paid for the Ocean Breeze expenses, it was figured that the money from the sale of tickets would pay other expenses of the Association. To a great many students the term Board of Control conveys but little meaning. Strictly speaking, there are only six members on this Board; namely, one member from each of the three upper classes, and the athletic director, principal and superintendent. But the president of the Association presides at all meetings and the vice-president and treasurer each have a vote on all questions discussed. The secretary merely takes the minutes. Thus the Student Body officers and the Board of Control form the governing body of the school. This year the officers were the four pictured above, and the members of the Board of Control were: Cecil Johnston, Senior; Douglas McKenna, Junior; Paul Vernon, Sophomore; Mr. Hawley, Mr. Holmquist, and Mr. Miller. At a spirited election held on Friday. May 28, and after some very vigorous campaigns the Student Body officers and Ocean Breeze editor and Business manager were elected for the year 1915-16. They are as follows: President, Will Landers; Vice-President, Tom O’TTare; Secre- tary, Irene Crarv; Treasurer, Dick Hook. The student members of the Board of Control will be: Joe Penn, William Hugo, and Edward Edwards. The editor-in-chief of the Ocean Breeze will be Marion Crary, ’17 with Joe Keith as Business manager. 43 QUINIAULT OCEAN BREEZE STAFF Top Row—from left to right—Guy Morgan, Athletics; Tom O’Hare, Circulation Manager; Douglas McKenna, Jokes; Kris Kesterson, Special Reporter; Marshall Reid, Cartoonist; Eric Strommer, Sophomores; Joe Keith, Business Manager; Lester Rowland, Associate Editor. Second Row—Elsa Bloch, Freshmen; Jennie Ivana, Assemblies; Aurvilla McGregor. Typist. Bottom Row—Rupert Garrison, Advertising Manager; Frances Douglas, School Notes; Marie O’Hare, Society; Elizabeth Greene, Exchanges; Ellen Gy Hand, Music; Helena El way, Seniors; Mary L. Filler, Editor-in-Chief. When the Ocean Breeze staff of 1914-15 began its work on the Ocean Breeze this year it had a most difficult task to carry out-namely, the establishment of a precedent for the paper in its new form. In selecting and preparing material it had to follow lines hitherto untouched by any previous class in A. H. S., so unusual pains had t he taken in every department of the new paper. Since the Ocean Breeze was first issued in 1907, there had been no radical changes in its form until the present year, it had always been printed in strictly magazine style “with a department for each school activity, but with the short story feature predominating. Many improvements were made in the form and material by successive editors, but the original idea was the same. Last summer it was thought that the school needed something in re enlivening and interesting, something to arouse more interest and activity in school affairs, and also something that would appeal directly to each student. For these reasons, and because the old form was difficult and expensive to keep up, it was decided to try a new departure in our school paper in the most up-to-date form. After school was begun Mr. Ilolmquist explained these new ideas 43 QUINIAULT in an assembly and a large majority of the student body enthusiastically supported the plan. It was thought at first to have a literary department, but with the exception of a few poems and short articles, there was always plenty of school news to fill the paper. The eleven issues of this year’s Ocean Breeze form an unusually complete and well written record of school happenings and activities. By issuing the paper regularly and often, the students have been kept informed of the different branches of school life which otherwise, only those immediately concerned would have known much about. The athletics were reported in a very complete and interesting fashion and the write-ups before the different games were in a large measure responsible for the interest which the students showed. There were also splendid articles on the Teacher’s Institute and the Elson Art Exhibit. If it had not been for these the students would have known very little about two events of much importance. The Debating Season, also! was followed closely, and its merry and serious phases aroused more interest than usual. Besides these, the countless little happenings were always watched and printed, and in this w ay a record was kept of events upon which it is usually difficult to obtain information. Another feature, too, was the opportunity afforded to the entire student body of handing in articles. Although all members of the staff did good and faithful work, they did not write everything in every issue; many articles were from students not on the staff. The Want Ads, too, were a source of interest, especially to those concerned. Every branch of school work and all happenings of interest were well covered and included in the issues. Considering the aforementioned things the Ocean Breeze staff feels that it has accomplished the task it set out to do fairly successfully. There was some doubt at the beginning of the practicality of such a plan, but judging from the interest aroused in all school activities and the eagerness with which each issue was awaited by the students it has succeeded in proving that point. QUINIAULT. THE SIXTH. With this issue of the Quiniault the class of ’15 presents its last and best effort in journalism to A. H. S., and to the world. Perhaps we should not say best—for do not think, honored critic, we consider this issue faultless. Though, in many places, it no doubt shows the inevitable haste with which it was compiled, we do not wish to apologize for it. Several new features, such as snapshots and cartoons, have been introduced, which add greatly to its value and which we expect will please. Our whole aim throughout has been to make a pleasing record of the year: something to interest; something to stimulate thought; something to amuse. If the book contains all of these things, we feel that success is ours. How great or small that success is you may decide. 44 TIIE DANCE. AT COLLEGE. THE WEST. THE SPELL OF FOOTBALL THE RETURN OF HARDY. A DREAM OF DR. JOHNSON AND HIS CIRCLE. THE FOG. JULIUS CAESAR. AIM FOR SIMPLICITY. DIANA’S LOVER AN OLD, OLD TALE. QUINIAULT The Dance ETOC had just been married and he found in looking over his affairs that he would be obliged to go to the Island of Serendib on business; but the first month of marriage as we all know is the honeymoon and he could not leave his wife,nor did he think that he could ever leave her. So he asked his friend Zadig to make the trip for him. “Alas!” said Zadig, “Must I again put such a vast distance between myself and the beautiful Astarte? But I must serve my benefactor.” He spoke, he wept and he departed. He was not long in the Island of Serendib before he was regarded as an extraordinary man. He settled all disputes between the merchants, he was the friend of the wise, the counsellor of a small number of men who needed advice. The king wished to see and hear this wonderful man. He soon knew the full value of Zadig: he had confidence in his wisdom and he made him his friend. The friendship and esteem of the king made • Zadig tremble. He was filled with misgivings as to the outcome of all these favors. “I please the king,” said he, “am I not lost?” However, he could not rob himself of the king’s kindness, for it must be added that Nabussan, king of Serendib, son of Nussanab, son of Nabassan, son of Sanbusna, was one of the best princes of Asia, and if one spoke to him it was difficult not to like him. This good prince was always praised by the ones who deceived him and robbed him of his treasures. The receiver-general had set this example which was faithfully followed by the rest. The king knew it; he had changed treasurers several times, but he had not changed the system of dividing revenues into two unequal parts of which the smaller came always to the king, and the larger to the administrators. Nabussan confided his trouble to the wise Zadig. “You know so many things,” said he, “Can you not tell me how to find a treasurer who will not steal from me?” Certainly,” said Zadig, “I know a plan which cannot fail to bring you a man with clean hands.” The king, delighted, embraced him and asked how he would set about it. “In this way,” said Zadig. “Give a dance to all those who present themselves for the office of treasurer. The one who dances with the most ability will undoubtedly be the most honest man.” “You are laughing at me,” said the king, “That is a fine way to choose a receiver! What! You pretend that the one who dances the best will be the most honest and best fitted for the place!” 46 QUINIAULT “I did not say that he would be the best fitted,” said Zadig, “but I assure you he will undoubtedly be the most honest.” Zadig spoke with such confidence that the king believed he had some supernatural power by which he could discover the honest man. “I do not like miracles,” said Zadig, “Men and their wonder books have always displeased me. If your majesty will allow me to explain you will find that my secret is very easy and simple.” Nabussan, king of Serendib, was very astonished to hear that the secret was simple when he had thought that it would be some sort of a miracle. ‘‘Very well, said he, ‘‘do as you like.” ‘‘If you will try the plan,” said Zadig, “you will gain more than you think.” That same day he published in the name of the king that all those who aspired to the office of receiver of the public money, must present themselves dressed in light silk at the King’s palace. There were sixtv-four on the list. Some violinists were stationed in one of the drawing rooms. Everything was prepared for the ball. But the door of this drawing room was closed and to reach it, it was necessary to pass through a small dark hallway. A doorkeeper brought each candidate one after the other, through this passage, and each one was left alone in it for a few minutes. The king, to whom everything had been explained, had displayed all his treasures in this room. When all the candidates had passed into the drawing room the king gave the order for the dance to begin. Never had they danced so heavily, so ungracefully, with their heads lowered, their backs bent, their hands glued to their sides. “What rogues!” said Zadig softly. Only one person had danced lightly, gracefully, his head high, his eye keen, his arms extended, his body straight. “Ah! The honest man; the good man!” said Zadig. The king embraced this good dancer and declared him treasurer. All the others were punished and justly taxed. For each, during the time when he had been in the hallway had filled his pockets with the treasures and could scarcely move. The king was grieved that out of sixty-four dancers, sixty-three were eheats. The dark hallway was called “The Corridor of Temptation.” In Persia these sixty-three men would have been killed, in another country they would have been forced to pay triple the amount they had stolen, but in Serendib they were sentenced only to augment the public coffers; for Nabussan was very kind. The king was very grateful to Zadig and gave him a large sum of money, even larger than the dishonest men had stolen from him. From Voltaire’s “Zadig.” Translated from the French by Rena Milette. 47 QUIN I AULT At College AY THREW himself on the bed. In another room someone was playing a mandolin—softly, so as not to disturb the sleepers in the nearby rooms. The pathetic tune of “Aloha” faintly reached him and filled him with a sadness that was almost unbearable. lie was not coming back the next year, and there were not many more nights left of his life in the old Dorm that had been home to him through four years. The voice of the instrument sank to a whisper as it told the feelings which could not be expressed in words. All of this occupied his thoughts, and more, for he was also thinking of his home, his mother and sister, who were doing their best to economize and make ends meet, so that he and his younger brother could obtain a college education. He had done his best to keep expenses down by doing odd jobs whenever opportunity afforded. Everything had gone on splendidly, until Jim, his younger brother, had entered college that year. Jim, a fine looking young man, had been dazzled by the social life of the institution, and devoted his entire time to it and athletics, and consequently, barely kept up in his school work. At length Ray arose from his recumbent posture, seated himself on the arm of a chair and buried his hands in his hip pockets, as if expecting to find solace there. On the table before him a letter 'was lying; it was from his mother fully trusting him to guard the conduct, and welfare of Jim. At that moment hurried footsteps came down the hall; the door opened and in came Jim. “Hello Jim,” said the brother, “Where have you been?” Jim threw his hat on the table and replied, as he lighted a cigarette: “Been taking a few dancing lessons from Ruby Hayes; say but she’s some dancer.” Ray looked at his brother’s excited face as he smoked, and then at the letter on the desk, wondering what the mother would do if she could see her youngest now. “How’s work, Jim? Haven’t had a talk with you for a long time. It hardly seems sometimes, that we are room-mates.” Jim was silent for a moment, a flush slowly mounted his face, then with assumed carelessness he replied: “Pretty good I guess. Why?” “Mother’s been asking about you and I thought it ray duty to inquire, as I’m responsible for your making good, here, see?” But Jim did not see. 48 QUINIAULT “I don’t see as its any of your business.” he snapped, “I guess I can take care of myself.” “Now see here Jim. I know you are behind in your work and I’d like to help you. I’ll go over your work with you tomorrow and Sunday, if you like.” “Thanks. Ray, hut I can’t. Miss Hayes and I are going walking tomorrow, and Sunday we’re going with a launch party up the river and have a picnic dinner.” “Well see here, you can’t stay in college and keep up that sort of a pace. You’ve been out every night this week. When do you get any studying done, I’d like to know? Remember this is not high school, and you’ve got to study if you expect to stay here.” Ray had let his temper get away with him, hut seeing it was of no avail stopped before he had said too much. Jim under this fire left the room with a remark about “guessing he could tend to his own affairs.” As the door banged, loud enough to wake every sleeper in the Dorm, Ray sat down and buried his face in his hands. His interview had come to naught. Things were almost worse than they were before, now that Jim was angry. What was he to do? If ever a college boy was confronted with a serious question, it was Ray, as he sat there in his dimly lighted room, listening to the faint tinkling of the mandolin. 0 0 0 0 0 It was Saturday night and the Armory was thronged with Freshmen who were enjoying an impromptu dance and supper. Jim Huntington was one-stepping with pretty Miss Merl, when a cry ran through the hall that the upper classmen were raiding the “eats.” To her utmost surprise, Miss Merl found herself one-stepping alone, while her partner was rushing across the hall. It was a free-for-all fight and when it was over, Jim Huntington was carried to his room on a stretcher. As he was not seriously hurt the launch party was not postponed, but Ray was asked in his place. Seeing his opportunity to come between Jim and Miss Hayes, Ray accepted, and the next morning the party started gaily off while Jim lay groaning in bed, nursing his bruises. This -was the beginning. Before the week was over, all the college could see -was that Ray Huntington, who had resisted the charms of all maidens alike through four years, had become the ardent admirer of Ruby Hayes. Everyone was considerate of the feelings of the two supposed to be enthralled by Cupid, and no one evidenced any desire to place obstacles upon the course of the happy pair, except Jim, who clung frantically to the few favors that Ruby found time to extend. During the latter part of the semester, when the breath of Spring filled the atmosphere, and the truth of that quotation of Tennyson—“In 49 QUINIAULT the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love”—is recalled to every young person, Ray and Ruby were often seen together evenings on the campus, and canoeing on the lake. In this way Ray managd to keep Ruby away from Jim, who after a few weeks of disappointment, ending with a few nights out and the painful reflections of the morning after, settled down to work, and did fairly well. As for Ray, while he could not altogether cease his attentions to Miss Hayes after he had come between her and Jim, he made his devotion far less marked, and even showed an inclination to resume his former habits of no calls on the young ladies. For a girl of Ruby’s type this was a new and puzzling experience. Just before commencement week there came a letter from the father of one of Ray’s friends offering him a good office position, with a chance for advancement. When he had finished the note of acceptance he sat at his desk for hours, trying to write a letter to the Girl at home about his plans for the future, and to ask her—it makes no difference what he asked her, they’re all alike. It was two nights before commencement that the reply came. It was simple, direct and to the point. The answer was, “No.” She had heard about him and Ruby. It was Jim who had told her. That was all. Just a few short sentences, but it destroyed the thoughts he had always cherished since he was a small boy; for she had been his playmate, and later his sweetheart. Now Jim had destroyed it all. after his brother had saved him from college. Ray’s reflections were bitter. “Just because a fool of a brother couldn’t leave Ruby Hayes alone”—that was the cause of it. He had been given no chance to explain. But then, what could he have said? It was the last night of the last day of college life, that Ray wandered listlessly about the campus watching the throng. At length he found himself in the Armory among the dancers. He sought Ruby Hayes with the inactive interest of a man who has nothing to win and yet nothing to lose. Ruby saw him coming, a slow flush mounted her face, for he meant more to her than she cared to acknowledge. They were silent as they promenaded over the campus. The little drama had been pleasant, even with the hurt it had wrought in the end, and he was half sorry to see the curtain fall. The musicians struck up the last piece, and the couple, like many others, paused to listen. Rav stood idly watching the gaily colored Japanese lanterns sputter and die. They put him in mind of his hopes which had burned so brightly, then sputtered and died. Beside him the girl stood silent, weaving her handkerchief in and out between her fingers. The dancers were singing the college waltz. It was the last time for him to hear it, for his Senior year was over tonight. The music ceased. The gay laughing crowd of tired dancers drifted out of the tranquil dance hall and floated away into the quiet night. 50 QUINIAULT Ray looked at his watch and saw it was after twelve. His Senior year had flown from its memory lined nest. At the porch of her home they paused. “Good night, Ray.” “Good-bye, Ruby.” Ray turned and walked slowly down the street. This was the end. From the porch, Ruhy watched him go until he was out of sight, then she slowly turned and entered the house. Kris Kesterson ’15 THE WEST The West is much underestimated by the people of the East. They say: “Look at our industries, our millionaires and our civilization; can the West show anything to compare?” Yes, the West can show something to rival and even surpass this. The Easterners think they have a lumber industry—they have, to some extent, a hardwood industry, but can it compare with the fir, spruce, cedar and hemlock industry of the West? No, it cannot. They also have the mistaken idea that their fishing industry will continue to be the largest on the American continent. This is, indeed, a mistaken idea. The salmon, halibut, and clam industry of the Pacific Coast, though still in its infancy, is making the Eastern fishermen “sit up and take notice,” and, if it is doing this now, what will it be doing in ten years? These are not the only important industries of the West either—the Southern part of the Pacific Coast is an important stock-raising section, goats chiefly, and this industry is of rising importance in Oregon and Washington also. California leads in the petroleum and asphaltum output in the United States, and every indication goes to show that the Olympic peninsula in Washington is soon to become an important producer of high-grade petroleum. Again the Easterners point to their coal and iron mines. The coal and iron of the Pacific Coast may not be as important, but they add materially to the industries of the West. The gold mines of this section lead the world in the production of this precious metal. They also talk of their cereal productions. Washington, Oregon and California produce an enormous crop of wheat and other grains. And as regards fruit—do not Washington and Oregon produce apples, peaches, cherries, apricots, pears and so forth that are famous the world over? And does not California produce lemons, oranges and other citrus fruits that equal, if not surpass, those of Florida? After all, it looks as though the West was slated to become the important section of America. Roger E. Blackburn ’18 51 t pell of football (With apologies to Robert W. Service). I. We wanted the game, and we fought it; We tackled and ran like a wave. Was it honor or nature—we fought it; We hurled all our strength in the play. We wanted the game and we got it; Came off with a victory last fall. Yet somehow things aren’t as we want them And somehow one game isn’t all. n. No! There’s a game (Have you played it?) It’s the cussedest game I know, From the great big line that opposes To the little quarter that knows. Some say we are crazy to play it; Some say it’s a good game to shun; Maybe; but there’s some as would play it To no game on earth—and I’m one. m. You have made the team for the season; You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like (well) while in practice, And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kind of playing; It twists you from foe to friend; It seems it’s been since the beginning; It seems it will be to the end. IV. I’ve stood in the field out at practice That was plumb full of noise to the brim; I’ve watched the big, husky half punting Till the day has grown purple and dim, And the backs hit the line with a vigor. And the stars tumble out, as they stop; And they think that they surely are dreaming, With a piece of the world piled on top. V. And Football is haunting and haunting; It’s luring us on as of old; But writing is not playing Football, And the sensation can never be told. It’s the great big field way out yonder, It’s the place where the coach has all lease; It’s the playing that fills us With gladness, And the victory that fills us with peace. William Thompson, ’18. 52 QUINIAULT The Return of Hardy N FIELDS strewn with hay, he stood; his prematurely aged and bent figure with its ragged and frayed clothes was very pathetic. From beneath the rim of a ragged straw-hat his lack luster grey eyes seemed to have a half crazed light in them. His face, which was furrowed with wrinkles, seemed passive to all emotion. His whole figure gave the impression that a half-forgotten grief had wrecked his life. As he stood thus, a child of perhaps three years came across the field, then spying him, came running up. “You dest get wight off my daddy’s field. I guess oo is a twamp and mv daddy don’t want no twamps here.’’ The man started, looked down at the child, then murmured, “All right little one.” and moved on. The child ran home to relate it’s marvelous adventure to it’s mother; while the man trudged on wearily down the road. “Yes,” he said slowly. “I am a tramp. I never thought of myself in that light before, and it is strange that I could take to heart the prattlings of a mere infant.” He tried to drive the thought from his mind, but the words of the child rang in his ears. “I guess vou’se a tramp and my daddy don’t want no tramps.” Yes. he guessed the baby was right, he was a tramp. The man unconsciously straightened up. He would reform. He would apply for work, at the next village. He would prove to himself, at least, that he was not yet a derelict. So he trudged on, this plan fermenting in his brain, and upon reaching the village toward which he was going, gazed around him. A young girl was walking swiftly toward him. He would inquire of her. as to where to apply for wmrk. But as the girl passed, she stiffened and unbent enough to throw a glance of scorn and contempt in his direction. It so unarmed him that he lost all courage to speak. He passed through the town and came to a farmhouse on the other side. Dare he risk another snub? He at least could attempt it. He turned in at the gate and followed the path to the rear of the house. Here he found a stout motherly old lady in a checkered gingham apron, caring for an invalid goose. As he came up softly she did not hear him until he wras almost upon her. Then startled, she hastily dropped the goose, which ran off making a loud quacking sound. “Have you any work I may do?” he muttered bluntly. “Well, I can’t sav, but I’ll call Henry and see if he needs a hand to help him with the hay.” □ c=J cn (3 ’ 63 quiniault Henry was a tall, quaint white-haired and bearded man, a trifle past middle age. He was attired in the usual, well-patched, blue overalls. A large straw sombrero shaded his face. “Wal, I reckon I kin take you in over the haying,” he drawled. “Then I am hired?” questioned the stranger eagerly. “Yes, Mandy show him a wash basin and a dinner then send him out to me.” He went back to the field. The man followed the woman to a box wash-stand on the porch of the house. “There, Mr—?” Hardy,” he volunteered. “Well, Mr. Hardy, you first wash up a bit and then I’ll fix ye a bite to eat.” Hardy stood a moment, dazed at his good luck, then began the process of removing a coat of dust and dirt several days thick. Finding a razor he also shaved. The difference in his appearance startled even himself. He sighed, “It does feel good to be clean again. After all, I may perhaps be on the right road to happiness. ‘Happiness’, no, no, it is too much to expect.” The woman s voice calling him to dinner, broke in upon his reverie. He ate hungrily and without regard to the swiftly disappearing food. When he finished, Mrs. Kimmer, for this was his benefactress’ name, showed him his room. It was a homey, rag-carpeted room in the attic, but very comfortable looking. A bed. a heavy homemade chair, a long wooden box covered with thick red material, a wash stand similar to the one on the porch, constituted the furnishing of the room. But Hardy did not notice the crudeness of the room. It was a home, a soft bed to lie in and a shelter from the storms. This was more than he had boasted of, for—well—quite a long time. Then, as Mr. Kimmer had suggested, Hardy was sent out to the field. It was a field similar to the one in which he had stood that morning only much larger. It recalled sharply and with pain the incident of the child. He wished the child could see him now, perhaps she wouldn’t think him such a tramp. This was the train of his thoughts until Kimmer shouted to begin pitching the hay into stacks. Hardy found one of the numerous forks and after watching the other laborers, followed suit. He worked awkwardly at first, but improved with everv fork full. He worked until the perspiration bathed his forehead. He worked in a perfect frenzy to make good. Harry Kimmer watched and wondered how long this would last, he had known other men in the same plight as he imagined Hardy to be in, who had lasted but a week. But he did not know his man. Hardy soon dubbed “Saint” on account of his many virtues, lasted through the haying, through the fruit season; then, in consequence, was kept over winter as general chore man. He filled his 54 QUINIAULT place thoroughly. There was never a lack of courtesy toward Mrs. Kimmer. Many -were the steps he saved her; he was constant and untiring. He gradually lost his melancholy. He grew straighter and more youthful with each passing month. He began to take an interest in his surroundings. He often sang at his work and many were the evenings he entertained a group of neighbors with his rich tenor voice. But he never spoke of home, never related any tales of, “ When I was a boy back home.” In fact he never mentioned anything previous to his arrival at the farm and no one had the rudeness to question him, or in any way break the barrier of his reserve. He lived in the present, looked not into the past, but the future. He often walked pass the farmhouse where he had seen the child, but although he could not see her, he had a feeling that she knew he was no longer a tramp. The one regret of Mrs. Kimmer was that she never could induce him to go to church. When she asked him he would always answer in a queer voice, “I never go to church.” This was said with such finality that it was months before she dared ask again. Mrs. Kimmer was a patient woman and never gave him up, that is, she never quite gave up the hope that some day he would drive her to the meeting house. “Saint” Hardy seemed utterly satisfied and contented. He never seemed to aspire higher than his chores. Then came the turning point. It was Christmas. Everyone for miles around was coming to see the tree at the church. Hardy refused to go until the very evening of the entertainment, then overcome by the spirit of Christmas time, which in spite of his resistance, filled him with a longing for that which he was not a part of, he consented to accompany Mrs. Kimmer. This exultant person was very eager and started early before he could change his mind. She was arrayed in a voluminous plaid skirt, with which she wore a very tight full-sleeved red waist, drawn in very tight at the waist; a beaded belt, with a very large buckle, held waist and skirt together. Around her shoulders was a short beaded velvet cape, like the others, a remnant of former prosperity. Her hat—well I had best not attempt to describe so ancient an affair. I can only say it was black. The ride was not a long one, the air was crisp, and crackling. The snow, which had fallen all day, had ceased and was now lying on the ground like piles of down. As they drew near the church a group of chattering gossipers greeted them. Hardy alighted and helped Mrs. Kim-mer out, (a very laborious task); then they entered the church. It was a small bench-seated church, elaborately decorated with ferns, red crepe paper and a tree adorned with tinsel, paper ornaments, homemade cakes and candies—truly old-fashioned. Promptly at eight o’clock a chorus of small children circled around the tree and sang; the beginning of an elaborate program, which consisted of several speeches and one solo. The singer, a small grey-haired man who wore for the occasion a swallow-tailed coat and a starched 65 QUINIAULT shirt, assumed what he thought to be a dignified and graceful pose, and after mucn clearing of throat, proceeded with his song. Mrs. Kimmer upon her arrival, had told one of her gossiping friends, what a splendid hand at singing Hardy was. This person, nothing loath, now called on him to give an exhibition. -Hardy at first was at a loss for something to sing. But as he approached the platform he thought of the old song, “Holy Night.” The audience wras amazed at the rich mellow tones which issued from the half closed lips of this inconspicious farm hand. Hardy forgot his audience, his surroundings; he sang as one in a dream. As he moved toward his seat, a tall, well dressed man, rose from his seat at the rear of the room, and came swiftly forward. He gazed a moment then burst out. “Vashon Hardy, here!” He grasped Hardy by the shoulder as he noticed the curious gazes of the assembly. “Let’s go outside where we can talk together,” he said as they started for the door. Hardy, whose face had turned an ashen hue, said in a hushed voice, “Oh! Why have you found me out? Why did you not let me live in my obscurity?” Why man, Is—is—it possible you do not know? Why all New' York has been crying for you.” Tis but natural,” wras Hardy’s answer. “No—No you misunderstand me, Frances Gordon died three months ago. He confessed everything and willed the whole of his fortune to you. Why man, you are ten times richer than you were before.” Hardy stared, w'ent white, then muttered an undistinguishable sentence. “Frances Gordon dead!—Left me his fortune. Why—Why—” here he stopped, too much overcome to continue. Harold Endworth slapped Hardy on the back, “Brace up Vash, old man, don t you see what it means? New York has been crying for you, she wants you to show you she can repay a wrong. You will be reinstated. The best homes in the city wdll be open to vou. and remember— Fay.” “Yes, yes, I understand, but let me think—let me think.” Just as they wrere re-entering the church the people were coming out, headed by the bustling Mrs Kimmer. After introducing Endworth, they proceeded to the farm house, where Endworth remained until the next morning. Breakfast Hardy announced his intention to leave the next day. He was besieged with questions and finally after much persuasion, he told his story. Frances Gordon, a rich broken, had become enamoured of Fay Garner, Hardy’s betrothed and how when his attentions to her were repulsed, he had worked for Hardy’s downfall. Being greater and more powerful, M QUINIAULT he had succeeded in breaking him and driving him from the city in disgrace. Fay misunderstanding, had refused to have anything more to do with him. Disheartened, he had wandered about until he had come to Kimmers’. Mr. Endworth listened with interest and when Hardy had finished said. “And to think if it had not been for a child’s help you would still be wandering and probably not been found for some time.” They left next day for New York, Hardy having promised to return often. Part Two. It was New Year’s Eve in New York. Though the air was freezing, the streets were crowded with merry men and pink-cheeked happy girls and women. Upon the avenues wound limousines and taxies, the occupants peering out contentedly upon the icy world, while those less fortunate gazed, some happily and others not, from trolley windows. This was the New York Hardy and Endworth returned to. Before they had gone a bloek Hardy had been recognized. It was whispered everywhere that Hardy had been found and had returned. He hurried along, wishing to reach the home of Fay Garner before rumors had, for he wished to catch her in an unguarded moment. As he ascended the stairs the subdued notes of a piano reached him. He wondered if it was Fay. The maid, being new, did not recognize Hardy. He did not wait to be announced, but. pushed his way to the music room from whence the sound came. He entered noiselessly, but she saw his reflection in a mirror and wheeled about with a cry: “Vashon! Vashon! Is it really you? ” She came toward him and he folded his arms about her, but merely for a moment for the footsteps of Endworth were heard. “Don’t mind me.” he said when he entered, “I wish no greater pleasure than to be the first to congratulate you both.” Louisa Hessig ’17 57 Q U I N I A U L T A Dream of Dr. Johnson and His Circle. NE DAY, a few years before my book, “The Most Eccentric English Writers” was widely known; dejected, cold and almost penniless, I found my way into a coffee house on one of the side streets of London, and, seating myself at a table in a far corner, I prepared to spend my last pennies for hot coffee and rolls. The day being cold and foggy, I felt rather comfortable in the warm room, and after my his sleep.” I, thinking that the time had come for me to defend my work and set this gentleman right, resolutely stepped up to the table and said. “My dear sir, I fear you are mistaken in your last statement.” “You do. eh?” replied the weighty one, “and may I ask, who are you?” “I am the author.” “You,” they all yelled in chorus. “Yes,” I said. “I have order had arrived and been consumed, I slowly sipped my coffee. Soon the objects in the room began to grow indistinct. Then they disappeared entirely, but only for a minute, when out of the darkness came the vague forms of many persons, until finally I distinguished seven men sitting around a table. At the head of this table there seemed to be nothing but a mass of flesh. The big chair at the bottom appeared to be empty; although I saw on closer scrutiny that it was occupied by a waspish little fellow, at the glances of whom it would seem that the very air would turn into fire. It was strange I had not noticed this crowd on entering the room, for they were making their share of noise, especially the big fellow, who seemed to be the presiding officer. Wondering who they might be. I listened closely to their conversation, and lo!—the chief topic was my masterpiece, “The Most Eccentric English Writers.” Here, I thought, was a band of men worthy of my recognition. At the first opportunity I determined to speak with them and help the good cause along. The opportunity came soon, too soon, in fact. One of the crowd, the little man with the faintest hint of Scottish accent, said: “Where do you (addressing the overly stout gentlemen) think the author of this book gathered his material?” W th a wave of his pudgy hand, and in a loud voice, the gentleman addressed answered: “So you think there was material gathered do you? Well I don’t, because that book reads as if the author wrote it in that honor. Honor! thundered the one of the great avoirdupois, and pray where does the honor come in?” I, not deigning to answer the question, turned to the small man at the foot of the table and asked : “Well sir, what is your opinion of my work?” In a thin, shriekv, cracked voice he answered, saying: “Sir, if I told 58 □ bid © QUINIAULT you my opinion of the book you would have me sent to London Tower, but, risking this, I must say that I wonder at your living after the publication of such a miserable piece of mock literature. Beginning to find myself in an embarrassing predicament, I was about to turn away, when a homely but kindly looking gentleman on the far side of the table beckoned to me. and, walking around the table, I stood behind his chair. Leaning back he said, “My friend, evidently you do not recognize the gentleman with whom you are speaking.” As I answered that I did not, he immediately arose in his seat and rapped for silence. When all were quiet, he began: “My friends, it has been a long time since we had the pleasure of meeting a fellow writer, and this evening it is my good fortune, to be able to introduce to you the author of “The Most Eccentric English Writers.” When he had finished all were silent, and taking me by the arm, he marched me to the head of the table and said, “Friend, shake hands with Dr. Johnson.” I was about to stretch forth my hand to shake hands when I was almost scared out of my boots by a thunderous report, from this mass of manhood which sounded like “Don’t care to know the gentleman.” To say the least I knew Mr. Johnson had been dead for many years, but this was only the first of a long series of surprises. Then I shook hands with Mr. Boswell and next with Mr. Swift. Unable to withhold my astonishment longer I began. “Why I thought—” “Thought?” interrupted the newly acquainted Swift: “Impossi- ble. Thought is only possible where there are brains.” Dumfounded, I turned to follow my leader, who next brought me to the little waspish fellow at the end of the table. I, fearing that the little thing might bite again, took a step or two backwards, and waited for my introducer to finish his little speech and when he had reached the end with the words, “Mr. Pope,” I thought I would sink to the floor, for my knees began to shake and my whole body to tremble. But my leader gave me no rest, starting instantly for the next place. I, having been astonished to the limit, followed, being introduced successively to Addison, Steele and lastly to my thoughtful friend. Oliver Goldsmith. When the introductions were over the meal proceeded. Everything went along smoothly for a while, until Pope and Swift became mixed up in an argument, and as their snapping and snarling increased, Addison put an end to it with the remark, “If you two do not quit biting one another we will have to muzzle you both.” Just then jovial Mr. Steele leaned over toward me and whispered in my ear, “Coxdd you oblige me by the loan of five pounds.” Penniless, I told him that I was very sorry I could not oblige him, when again they lapsed into silence. Boswell started the conversation by asking Johnson “Why it was that ice freezes on the top of the pond?” At first Johnson looked as if he had been insulted by being asked such a simple question, but after a lengthy discussion he concluded by saying. “Of course it is 59 quiniault very evident to anyone with brains that water freezes on top. of the water first, because the water on the top is nearer to colder atmosphere. “Knowing that his statement was incorrect I thought that here was my chance to get back at him. and bravely stated, “Mr. Johnson there is not one ounce of truth in your last statement. ” All at the table sat up and looked aghast at me, and, I, thinking that I was scoring a point, continued, giving the exact principle of the expansion and contraction of water. For fully five minutes he sat on his chair, looking straight ahead of him. Then all at once he rose with a great effort and came over to my chair, grabbing me by the shoulder. Thinking he was angry and about to do me bodily harm, I cautiously looked over my shoulder, and, to my surprise I was looking into the face of the man who had brought my order. After rubbing my eyes I looked around for my friends, but they had vanished and after paying for my meal I left the house, knowing that it was impossible for my experience to be true, yet unwilling to call it a dream. Neva Bell ’15 THE FOG The sun slid slowly behind the trees Into the sea it sank to rest, Then, driven along by a shore-ward breeze The fog came creeping out of the West. Gently it slipped across the bar Round the mouth of a river hovered. Followed its course where it swept afar, And all in a dull gray mist it covered. Softly it crept among the timber That stood in the forest depth’s serene, Stretching a long, gray, misty finger, Into each hollow and deep ravine. Lastly it reached the hilltops bold Round them its misty length it furled, Then all was wrapped in its heavy fold And night settled softly over the world. Marion Crary ’17 60 QU.INI AULT Julius P all the famous men who fought and strove for power in ancient Rome, not one has left so many memories of great deeds engraved upon the minds of the generations that have succeeded him, as has Julius Caesar. His vast attainments, invading and conquering almost the entire known world of that time, from Britain to Egypt, have given him a fixed place in the admiration of men. But the real basis of his lasting fame is not so much the magnitude of his conquests, as the spirit of the man himself; the personal power, the splendidly developed intellect, the shrewdness and forsightedness, that gave him his mastery over the populace and caused his vast army to love him and do unusual deeds of valor for his sake. He had one fixed goal toward which he struggled always with limitless ambition—that of being the first in Rome. While journeying through a little village in the Alps during his invasion of Gaul some of his officers commented upon the meanness of the village as compared with the splendors of Rome, whereupon Caesar said: “I had rather be the first in this place, than the second in Rome.” Caesar’s life may be divided into four fairly distinct divisions. The first embraces his early life up to the age of twenty, including his marriage to his first wife Cornelia, and his banishment from Rome. The second is a period of comparative oblivion covering the next twenty years, during which time he is in exile. The third, the most brilliant part of his career, is where he evinces his splendid leadership. This period is characterized by his rapid rise in power, his many wonderful conquests, and his defeat of Pompev, making him dictator of the world. The fourth deals with his administration at Rome ending with hs assassination in 44 B. C. at the age of fifty-six. The first evidence of Caesar’s dominant personality comes when he is about twenty years of age. At this time Sulla is master of Rome and an active enemy of Cinna, a former ruler of the commonwealth. Caesar is deeply in love with Cornelia. Cinna’s daughter, and he weds her, despite the opposition of friends, who emphasize the certainty of punishment by Cinna when he hears of the marriage. The relations between Caesar and Cornelia are eventually brought to the ears of Sulla by a spy, and one day, while walking in one of the public places, Caesar is denounced by the ruler before an immense throng. His life is saved by the intervention of the Chief Priestess of the Vestals, but he is condemned to exile. Cinna forces his unwilling daughter to consent to a divorce from Caesar in order to escape the vengeance of Sulla. So Caesar is forced to □ allal (I) 61 QUINIAULT leave Rome in disgrace, breaking all ties, even those with his young wife. Soon after his departure Cornelia receives a packet on which Caesar had written the words: “I have left Rome conquered, I shall return, con- queror. ’ ’ For twenty years Caesar remains in exile. At the end of that time having been informed by some of his friends that Sulla’s power is waning he returns and begins an active campaign for the consulship. He first wins the favor and support of the people by distributing vast quantities of grain among them. lie gradually increases his political influence among the aristocracy by the splendor of his entertainments. In these he is greatly assisted by the money and influence of Calpurnia, the daughter of Piso who, having conceived a passion for him, offers her support early in his campaign. Caesar wins the election in the face of strong opposition on the part of Cato, the younger, who fears the young statesman’s ever increasing power. Cato instils his hatred of the new consul into the mind of his young nephew Brutus, then a boy of about ten years. This animosity the boy carries with him through life even in spite of many kindnesses shown him by Caesar. A few months later, when Caesar is happily married to Calpurnia, he forms an alliance with Pompev to still further strengthen his influence in the Senate, as Pompey is the first man of the state. In order to keep the support of Pompey, Caesar gives to him in marriage his beautiful daughter, Julia. This alliance is the basis of the First Triumverate, which is later formed between Caesar, Crassus, and Pompey, during Caesar’s campaigns in Gaul. About this time, also, Caesar announces his intention to invade Gaul, and immediately starts preparations. The Gauls hear of this and greatly fearing his power, they send a beautiful Druidess to Rome to change Caesar’s plans, by murder if necessary. She erains admission to Caesar, and after pleading with him to change his plans, is about to stab him, when the fortunate intervention of Calpurnia, who is herself wounded in the attempt, saves his life. The Druidess returns lamenting to her people, and they immediately begin preparations for defense, adopting as their watch work ‘ ‘ Death to Caesar! ’ ’ Thus far does Caesar’s life extend until he begins the conquest of Gaul. He seems now to start in afresh and accomplishes one of the most brilliant campaigns in all history. Such a one, when all aspects of it are considered, as no Roman had ever before equaled, and greater perhaps than Alexander’s conquest of Asia Minor, or Napoleon’s later wars in Europe. He wins a great many splendid victories, during his strenuous campaign and gradually subdues all resistance among the Gallic tribes. He overcomes the last effectual opposition at Alesia, where several of the strongest tribes were united under the leadership of Vercingetorix. Here the tribes maintain a very, determined defense, until Gaesar by a clever counter march, attacks the Gauls in the rear and defeats them with great 62 QUINIAULT loss. The Romans take a great many prisoners and Caesar exercises great gentleness toward them, although he finds upon Vercingetorix a note saying that no mercy should be shown to Roman prisoners. It was after this battle that Caesar sent the famous nonchalant message to the Senate, waiting in suspense at Rome for news: “Veni, Vidi, Vici.” (I came, I saw, I conquered). All these victories win Caesar great glory at Rome, while his military power and his thoughtfulness for his men have gained him their entire loyalty and love. By this time Crassus is dead, and Pompey, fearing the growing power and glory of the conqueror, has become Caesar’s enemy. He incites the Senate against Caesar, who is desirous of becoming proconsul, saying that no man can become proconsul and retain a military command. The Senate swayed by his eloquence, and the members themselves fearing Caesar, sends a message to him, where he is encamped with all his legions in northern Italy. This message cites the law and says that Caesar must abandon his legions before he can enter Rome as proconsul. Caesar calls a council of his generals and lays the matter squarely before them. They all avow their entire loyalty to him in any course he may take. The bearer of the message is Brutus, now a young man. He shows his animosity toward Caesar very clearly, but the latter overlooks all and later in the evening, fearing for his life, visits his tent. He finds Brutus alone asleep, but soon a number of angry soldiers enter the tent with their swords drawn. Infuriated at the messenger, who could bear such a message to Caesar, they drew lots for the privilege of killing him, but Caesar forces them to give up the project and depart peaceably. The next morning Caesar leads forth his army and they make the famous crossing of the Rubicon. Most of the Senators flee from Rome on news of his approach, but the populace receives him with great rejoicing. At this time he has no money for his troops, so to secure it he robs the Temple of Saturn, despite the opposition and curses of the Chief Priest. With legions more loyal—if possible, than before, Caesar sets out to pursue Pompey. who embarks with his large army for Brundi-sium and flees into Greece. Caesar, accompanied by Mark Antony, also embarks in pursuit. The two vast armies draw near each other and go into camp at Pharsalia. In the camp of Pompey all is confusion, even the generals are quarreling amongst themselves. While among Caesar’s cohorts everything is being quietly prepared for the morrow ’s battle. Caesar plans this decisive battle carefully and by concealing his army in the thick underbrush is able to approach very close to the enemy. By means of the subsequent surprise and Caesar’s superior generalship, Pompey’s army is completely routed, while their leader, embarking with the remnants of his army, flees into Egypt. Then Caesar returns to Rome to be made dictator for life, and to celebrate one of the most brilliant triumphs Rome had ever witnessed. He leads in his procession, which extends for many miles, captives from all over the known world of that time. Conspicuous among these are the 63 QUINIAULT Gauls, headed by Vercingetorix in chains, and their priestess, the Druidess, who had attempted to murder Caesar. Besides these there are many cohorts of soldiers with their standards and banners with the Roman emblem, S. P. Q. R. Lastly follow many wagonloads of booty taken in the various conquests. This splendid display greatly increases Caesar’s prestige in the eyes of Rome. After this strenuous life Caesar rules his people quietly and enjoys his absolute power. By his great military genius and statesmanship, as well as his humanity and gentleness, he has gained their love. However, a small and intensely venomous faction in the Senate can not endure his power. These men, headed by Cato, now grown old, form a conspiracy with the avowed intention of taking Caesar’s life. To lend respectability to the enterprise they inveigle Brutus into the plot by throwing anonymous letters through his window to him, which intimate that the safety of Rome depends upon his accomplishing the death of Caesar. Caesar is Avarned to beware of his life on the Ides of March, the day set by the conspirators for the assassination. Caesar’s friends also urge him to place guards in the Senate, but he says that he will not insult that chamber with armed soldiers. As he goes up the steps of the Senate, accompanied by Mark Antony, he meets the soothsayer, who has warned him. Caesar says to him, smilingly: “The Ides of March are come!” To which the soothsayer replies: “Ay, Caesar, but not gone.” As Mark Antony is detained by some of the Senators, Caesar proceeds into the Senate chamber alone. He sits down at the base of Pompey’s statue and receives the petitions of several Senators. These draw back while Brutus speaks with Caesar. There is something disquieting to him in their attitude and he is rather fearful as he remains sitting alone with his back to the crowd of Senators. When a hand is laid on his shoulder from behind he wheels abruptly, for he has been warned that the hand laid on his shoulder in that manner should deal him his death blow. Caesar has not time to note that the hand is that of Brutus for the other conspirators have closed in about him and all are stabbing him. He defends himself wildly until Brutus, too, stabs him. Then Caesar, horror-stricken at the perfidy of one he deemed a friend, ceases all defense, and throwing his cloak, bloody and torn, over his head, falls at the foot of Pompey’s statue with the words: ‘ ‘ Thou too, Brutus 1 Then fall Caesar! ’ ’ As he falls the Senators, realizing the hideous enonnity of their crime, rush wildly from the Senate chamber, just as Mark Antony and a few soldiers hurry in too late. Caesar’s wife, Calpurnia, is informed and hurries to the Senate, only to be prostrated with grief at the sight of her husband so cruelly murdered. The news quickly spreads throughout the city and at first all Rome is stricken with horror and they know not who to blame, or whether to punish anyone or not. Mark Antony has the body of Caesar, wrapped in the cloak and torn with the thrusts of daggers, carried to a balcony, and from there arouses the anger of the 64 QUINIAULT people against the conspirators, by his eloquence, and by reading to them Caesar’s will, in which he has left vast sums of money and estates to the populace of Rome. The maddened throng carry the body of Caesar to the great square and there erect a might funeral pyre for the last remains of the first Caesar. As the funeral procession passes below a balcony, Caesar’s first wife, Cornelia, who has remained faithful all these years, strews a few flowers over it, as a last loving remembrance. By the light of the burning pyre the people rush from house to house searching for the conspirators. The city is given over to carnage and murder. Mark Antony, concluding his oration, contemplates the scene with a smile and leaves the balcony with the words: “Mischief thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt!” Mary L. Filler ’15 AIM FOR SIMLICITY Individuals possessing literary inclinations should conscientiously endeavor to aggrandize their efficaciousness by striving to reduce their utterances to the furthermost minimum of simplification, by solicitously rejecting unnecessarily complex and excessively attenuated verbal symbols which inevitably induce unreasonable complexity and consequently exaggerate the obfuscation of the peruser. It is likewise advertent to eschew elongated, enigmatic periphrases and amphibological substructures—for circumlocutional literature is invariably soporiferous. Contrast, for example, Dr. Johnson’s ostentatious promiscuousness with the permeability and natural simplicity of modern lexicographers. The distinctly Johnsonion definition of network—“anything reticulated or decussated, with interstices at equal distances between the intersections”— is an example of ambiguous erudition which tends to be periculously onerous to the reader’s perspicacity. The euphonious pulchritude of monosyllabic orthography is infinitely more appealing than the pretentious and preposterous pomposity of promiscuous verbosity. Jennie Ivana ’15. 65 QUINIAULT Diana’s Lover. Diana sat beside my couch last night; She floated from the West just as its light Grew purple, at the lapse of golden beams She floated in as all the folk of dreams, Without a word of greeting, or of cheer. I felt a pang at heart; my breast grew drear; My simple love was hurt. And then it seemed I wept—(for how was I to know I dreamed?) But soon she laid her hand on mine: ’twas warm; And seemed as pressed upon my heart, a storm Of frenzied, hoarded passion surged like wine; I seized her, drew her shrinking face to mine, Glanced one short moment in her eyes below, And closing mine, I kissed her lips—but lo! J only kissed her hand. And then it seemed She wept—(for how was I to know I dreamed?) 1 thought she then would surely float away As light she came, but still she seemed to stay, Sc quiet, never speaking, always sad. Her awful silence must have made me mad: For up I leapt and bound her to a chair With her rich strands of yellow flowing hair; Then calm at heart, since she was mine it seemed, I slept—(for how was I to know I dreamed?) When sunbeams peeped behind my window lace, A shadow for a moment gloomed my face; I woke in wonder-cloud. I thought it so Until I turned to greet Diana—lo! No tress-bound maid was there. But whither gone? I dared not fancy she had crossed the dawn As if a cloud before the sun, it seemed, Had crept—(for how was I to know I dreamed?) And later when it was her time to pass Along the path, which rims the fields of grass And runs beneath my tow’r, I waited there, With tiny wisps of daisies for her hair. She came, and greeted me, quite blithe, and free, But showed no token she had come to me, Nor trace within her eyes that she, it seemed, Had wept—(for how was she to know I dreamed?) —Alexander Lackey ’12, Portland, Oregon. 66 QUINJAULT An Old, Old Tale 0 it’s a cinch!” thought Rosie, as she was walking along toward the town, with her basket of eggs and butter under her arm. One of her neighbors had told her that it was a cinch she wouldn’t get much for eggs that morning, as the market was already flooded, and that was a serious situation for Rosie, for so much depended on those eggs —in fact a brand new dress. A year ago Rosie, a pretty young woman had become the wife of Bellmagne Smith, a hard-working man of the village. She bore all the reproaches of her friends and family, who thought that she should have married better and should have accepted someone like Jack Rodney, who was a promising young man. But because she loved Bellmagne and was determined to face whatever the future would bring for him. she would consider no other. They settled on a little farm outside of town, and Rosie occupied herself with keeping the place in good condition and feeding the live-stock, which to be sure, kept her very busy. Bellmagne worked in town all day for the paltry sum of a dollar and a half, and after his day’s labor felt little necessity for pleasing anyone, not even his wife. Although Mrs. Smith occasionally got lonesome, she did not repent the choice she had made. As she walked along, literally taking stock of their condition, whom should she meet but her old friend, Lenore Halisburg. Lenore, a rich girl about Rosie’s age, had stayed with her mother at this little country town to rest up every fall, and up to the last year she had been in Rosie’s company almost continually while there. She had been very good to Rosie, had given her beautiful dresses and gifts, which Rosie’s family could never have afforded. And when her friend got married, even though she frankly confessed she did not fancy Rosie’s choice she was one of the prominent guests at the wedding and furnished the trousseau. This morning she was dressed in a very becoming suit and she made quite a contrast to Mrs. Smith in her blue calico gown: and as dresses might well be called Mrs. Smith’s hobby, she felt very keenly the difference between her station in life and that of this beautiful young girl who had been shunning her of late. But after taking all into consideration she was very glad to see her again and especially to have some one to cheer her up. The conversation took on a general aspect until Lenore told some of the latest news from the village, when it was surprising to note that Rosie apparently knew very little. “Why,” she went on, “didn’t you know that your old friend, Jack, is in town now? Yes, he came back day before yesterday and they are 67 QUINIAULT going to have a dance for him tonight up at the Hall: I supposed you -would be there. ” “No, I have heard nothing of this,” Rosie encouraged. “What is he here for, and how long is he going to stay?” “Oh! He’s here on business, you knew he had become assistant manager at the plant at Kenosha; and the company is contemplating building a branch office here and if so, he will be the district manager. Oh! I tell you, Rosie, you should have taken my advice and taken him. That man has the future before him that you dreamed about, and he wanted you, too! ’ “Yes, I know he is a kind, liberal man,” was all Rosie could say. “I’ll agree to the ‘kind’ but I don’t know about that ‘liberalness!’ He might be to some people. But I asked him for his horse, just to ride a couple of hours—he put me off by saying that the horse didn’t ride side-ways and was afraid of my skirts! My I’d do most anything to be able to ride that horse!” Just at this time Mrs. Smith’s attention wasn’t being held entirely by Lenore’s discourse, but was centered on a man emerging from a cloud of dust, and they recognized him as the subject of their late conversation, and immediately Lenore hit upon a plan. “Oh! How I would like to get that horse, you ask him Rosie dear. I know you would have a lot of influence over him, he would give it to you—” But as Jack passed, first at the sight of Rosie his face became radiant, but soon he became sad and he could only tip his hat and spur on his horse a little faster to get away around the corner, for Rosie made not a movement. Lenore looked at her companion and was surprised, but lost herself immediately in going into ecstacies over the horse. “Now I’ve lost a good chance to get it—Rosie w-hy didn’t you speak to him, didn’t you see him slow down? You could prevail upon him to let me have it, I am sure. I’ll tell you what I’ll do, you remember that blue silk dress that I had a couple of years ago, and never wore? Well, I’ll give you that if you’ll manage to have it for me this afternoon.” Rosie thought over this offer, which was a great temptation, but remonstrated, saying: “Lenore, you are kind, but I wouldn’t feel right to take things from you, now, after I am married—” “But Rosie, I am not asking you to take charity, I am going to receive something in return. I can see you now, in that dress up at the hall tonight, you can have those old blue pumps and hose to match, say you will Rosie, won’t you Rosie?” Mrs. Smith became pensive. To think that she would have the money from her eggs and butter extra! This girl had so much, so much! surely it would be all right for her to accept just a little from her hands in 68 QUINIAULT exchange for such a small amount of trouble that she knew she would have to get Jack’s horse. “Yes, Lenore. I’ll get the horse for you, by two o’clock,” she answered hastily, and with eyes shining. Lenore had won, but so had Rosie. Mrs. Smith finished her trading and tried to find Mr. Rodney before going home to feed her chickens and cows, but without success. ooooo As she was coming back from town in the afternoon she had not gone a great distance when happily, she met Jack. On the way she had manufactured several appropriate subjects to talk about when the time should come, but she found, to her embarrassment, that they had vanished at the crucial moment and, consequently, she was left without any resources. But Jack’s hearty welcome helped to reassure her somewhat, and she even succeeded in making herself imagine he had forgotten all she used to be to him; and so her errand was no.t hard to be made known. As expected he was very much pleased to do anything for her that would add to her pleasure, and he mentioned nothing of the horse being afraid of women when he helped her to mount. ooooo Rosie was busily engaged in weeding her garden when she heard someone coming down the walk, and when she looked up she was amazed to find that her visitor was Lenore dressed up in men’s clothing carrying a bundle under her arm. Lenore explained that she wasn’t going to be unsuccessful, she had come prepared for any emergency. Mrs. Smith was soon busy dressing up in her new clothes and with Lenore’s help she was quite transformed. And when she looked at the reflection in the little mirror, her heart lightened and she felt young again. And as Lenore tucked a few staggling curls in their proper places she rightly exclaimed: “You’re just right now. Rosie, you are a beauty!” and then rushed out into the yard anxious to fulfill her desire. She rode to the front door to srive a last look at the new apparition, and a goodbye kiss. Mrs. Smith rushed back into the house and took one more look at the reflection of her newly found beauty, and then went over the field to her mother’s to try to impress her family with the full extent of her happiness. Dearest Rosie: You can have him now. if you want him; I will not be in your way. I might have known that no woman could settle down to a life of drudgery and be contented—but I have realized it too late, although yours forever, Bellemagne. These sad words were the contents of a missive left on the table which the dismayed and heart-sick Rosie read when she returned to prepare her husband’s evening meal. At first she tried to find the reason for this cruel out-burst, knowing well that she had never shown anything but love for 69 QUINIAULT ■ him, and satisfaction with her conditions, even though she did not always feel equal to the occasion. Then she grew angry at the implication, but after a little grew quieter, and by the time her sister came to go with her to the party, she had decided that it wouldn’t last for long and she might as well have a good time anyway. But a good time she didn’t have, although at first she was swayed partly off her feet by the compliments received, and the joy of the situation, yet she soon became thoughtful of Bellmagne, and became so frightened by some of her imaginary conjectures. that she was compelled to give up and go home. Yes, home, for two long years of loneliness and sadness. Between her and her sister, who had come to live with her, they managed to make a scant living and kept the farm in fair condition. She had no news from her husband, not even satisfying rumors—and she acted so queerly that some people thought she wouldn’t last long. She often imagined that he would surely come on a certain day, and so would make preparations for the occasion. Finally, on one of these occasions, he did come. lie told her that he had heard that she remained unmarried, and after that he felt that he would just have to see her again; he didn’t care even if Jack Rodney had kissed her that day. Rosie was glad, and it almost seemed to her to he a dear dream until he uttered the last words—then, her face underwent a great transformation. “What day do you allude to?” she demanded. “Why I came home early enough that day to catch you talking to a horse-back rider in front of my door, and before he drove away he leaned over and kissed you. I recognized that man—it was Jack Rodney! But let us never mention it again. Wliat has been done, is over.” “You didn’t see his face, did you Bellmagne?” asked Mrs. Smith, her voice getting softer and her heart feeling lighter. “No, but don’t try to tell me I was mistaken!” .added Bellmagne, looking at his wife doubtfully. “And if I were to tell you that the rider was no other than Lenore on Jack’s horse, dressed up in men’s clothing what would you say?” A flash of understanding crossed his face and his thoughts were translated into these words: “I would first ask my wife’s forgiveness, and then if it was granted, I would swear to never mistrust her, and I would love her forever.” Aurvilla McGregor ’15 70 At the first call for men the 1914 football season bid fair to have a good team. With only five men of the 1913 championship team left. Coach Hawley showed his ability in filling up the vacancies with the limited material he had to use. After two weeks of hard practice the following team was picked: Guy Morgan, center; Levi Johnson and Edwin Hobi, guards; Henry Anderson, quarter; Cecil Johnson and Fred Ackey, halves; and Irwin Pinckney, fullback; William Anderson and Harold Ingebritsen, tackles; Ted Faulk and Leslie Thompson, ends. Sept. 12. A. II. S.—0; Alumni 3. In the opening game of the season the Aberdeen team lost to the Alumni by a score of 3 to 0. The game was hard fought throughout and it showed that each team lacked practice. The score was made from a drop kick by Blackwell. As usual many weak spots were noticed and these rough places were ground off before the next game. Ira Black-well, Roy Wood, Lewis White, Dudley Steele. William Moulton and Beaumont DeLosh were among the lineup of the Alumni team. Sept. 26 A. H. S.—6; IT. of W.—32. Coach Ilawley secured a practice game with the U. of W. varsity team. The game was very exciting throughout. Aberdeen played superb ball while the University played a loose brand of football. Aberdeen broke the record held by the varsity, being the first High school team to score against it for seven years. Twenty-six of the I’niversity points 71 A. H. S. FOOTBALL TEAM 1914 QUINIAULT were made in the first half. In the second half Aberdeen’s goal was only crossed once and was not in danger the rest of the game. Aberdeen had two chances to score in this half but took advantage of only one. A short run by Pinckney and a pass to Johnson were of great advantage. Too much credit cannot be given the team for this excellent showing as Aberdeen scored as many points against the U. as any college team during the season. Oct. 3. Jefferson (Portland)—3; A. H. S. 25. For the second time in history of the two schools Aberdeen met and defeated the strong Jefferson High of Portland. The day was hot and at first the game was very fast but toward the last the playing slowed down. Jefferson could not make much yardage through the Aberdeen line and what it did make consisted of rambles around the end. Among the Jefferson players was Mac Maurice, a former Aberdeen student. That evening a dance was given in honor of the Jefferson boys. Oct. 10. A. H. S.—106; Montesano—0. Within short notice a game was scheduled with Montesano because of Centralia cancelling the game with the latter. The husky farmers were no match for the Aberdeen team. At the end of the first half the game was 85 to 0 in favor of Aberdeen. Here Coach Hawley practically sent all second team men into the lineup. The “subs” made good use of their time and before the game ended they ran the score up to 106 to 0. Oct. 17. A. H. S.—114; Puyallup—0. Aberdeen met the “hop pickers” and defeated them in a very onesided game. Rain fell during the entire afternoon, which added to the slowness of the game. Coach Hawley again placed “subs” in the game but even these were too much for Puyallup and when the final whistle blew, the score was 114 to O.in favor of Aberdeen. This score is the highest ever made by the locals. Oct. 24. A. H. S.—84; Chehalis—0. Aberdeen built another step towards getting the championship again in 3914 by defeating Chehalis 84 to 0. Aberdeen outplayed Chehalis, who had no chance to score during the entire game. The score at the end 73 COACH DON HAWLEY QUINIAULT of the first half was 77 to 0 when the scrubs went in. Many members of the second team were placed in the lineup. Robert Whiteside, captain of the second team, played his last game for Aberdeen in this contest, fiecause of his removal of residence to Seattle. Nov. 14. A. H. S.—6; Everett—19. At Everett November 14, the two best high schools teams of the state met on the gridiron and Aberdeen was defeated by a score of 19 to 6. The regular lineup started the game and did not change, except for the substitution of Penn for Johnson at guard for a short time. “Bill” Thompson at end made the first score of the day for Aberdeen. Aberdeen held the Everett team, which had a slight advantage in weight until about one minute before the end of first half, when Everett managed to work a forward pass. The third quarter was about even, the ball see-sawing up and down tb� field until Anderson and “Les” Thompson were hurt, there being no one to put in their places, the mode of defense had to be changed. On this account Everett managed to make two more touchdowns in the last quarter, thus gaining the championship of Washginton. Daily made most of the yardage for Everett, while Johnson and Pinckney made the most for Aberdeen. This was the first defeat in football sustained by Aberdeen in two years, by a high school team. Nov. 26. A.H. S.—33; Columbia University—14. A crowd of over three thousand people witnessed this game, played on Thanksgiving Day. Aberdeen broke away from the usual custom and secured a University of reputation to play in order to make a more interesting game. After a curtain raiser in which Montesano was defeated by Cos-mopolis, the big game of the season began with Aberdeen in splendid condition. Aberdeen made most of their yardage by forward passes and short end runs while Columbia could only make yardage now and then by end runs. Aberdeen was master of the contest in all except the third quarter in which Columbia made two touch downs, their only scores. The two teams were about the same in weight but Aberdeen had more “pep.” The boys that made their A’s in football this year are: Ted Faulk Rill Thompson Harold Tngebrksen Levi Johnson Guy Morgan Ed llobi Will Anderson Henry Anderson Leslie Thompson Cecil Johnston (Capt.) Irwin Pinckney Substitutes who made A’s.: Will Hugo Marshall Reid Joe Penn Douglas McKenna 75 v;r.TC l1 r 1 Vi li� u m mi ± Q U I N I A U L T THE CUP The highest athletic honor that can be won by any student at Aberdeen High School is the right to have his name engraved on the cup. Its history is too well remembered to need much repetition here. It was presented to Aberdeen High School, by the business men of Aberdeen, to show their appreciation of the work of the 1910 and 1913 state championship football teams. It is probably the most valuable trophy possessed by any high school in the United States. By the deed of gift only those who earn state-wide laurels in athletics are eligible to this honor. No one has qualified thus far but the 1910 and 1913 football teams. The following names are preserved to honor and fame as long as Aberdeen High School shall continue to exist:— 1910 FOOTBALL TEAM Captain—Bert Glidden Ira Blackwell Roy Wood William Moulton James Shaw King Vanucie Fred Pennoyer Leo Scott Ralph Faulkner Dunbar Pinckney Gordoon Cooper Henry Anderson Beaumont DeLosh Coach—Sam Moyer 1913 FOOTBALL TEAM Captain—Homer Cross Gordoon Spoon Cecil Johnston Fred Achey Ed. Willikson George Halferty Carl Keil Wesley Schumacher Harold Ingebritsen Guy Morgan Ralph Ingebritsen Irwin Pinckney Ted Faulk Cedric Greene Tom Willikson Joe Schneider Elmer Peterson Coach—D. M. Hawley 77 QUINIAULT paslu't Slail— 1915 JUNIOR BASKETBALL TEAM—INTERCLASS CHAMPIONS Henry Anderson, Irwin Pinckney, Douglas McKenna, Edwin Hobi, Joe Penn, Gus Adams, (Capt.), Dick Hook. BOY’S BASKET BALL The 3915 basket ball season marks a change in that branch of our athletics in that we were not represented by a first team. Heretofore our team has been composed mostly of men who had also played football. It was too hard on them to go into another strenuous season of training and to organize two leagues within the school. These leagues were composed of a first and second team from eacli class; the four first teams composing the major league and the four second teams in the minor league. Although many were in doubt regarding the policy of this plan, it has worked out nicely, and it has a great advantage over the old system in that it gives more boys a chance to play. This season the time after school and at night was divided evenly between the classmen and the teams were given equal chances to win the championship. Another feature of the plan is the spirit that it arouses between the classes. At each game each team was backed heartily by their respective 78 QUINIAULT classmen and more interest was apparent throughout the Student Body. FIRST TEAM LINE-UPS. Center Guard Forwards Seniors........Morgan Ingebritsen Burger (Capt) Anderson Madison (Thomas) (Garrison) Juniors.......Pinckney H. Anderson Adams McKenna Penn (Hook) (Hobi) Sophomores.. .Turk Ross W. Anderson Hugo Strommer (Linn) Freshmen.....R. Thompson Elliott Herren Harris C. Anderson (Wm. Thompson) (L. Johnson) (McClymont) INTERCLASS GAMES JUNIORS, 14—FRESHMEN, 8. The season opened on Jan. 11 by a dual game in the new gymnasium. The girls’ teams played first, after which the Junior and Freshman boys contested. This game was well played considering the small amount of practice each had had. The Freshmen made an excellent showing against the strong Junior team, being supporie 1 mainly by Bill Thompson. SENIORS, FRESHMEN—TIE. This second game was perhaps the roughest of the season. The Freshmen were confident of winning, especially when Bill Thompson and Levi Johnson were allowed to play one half each, although they had dropped school. The game ended with the Seniors throwing a basket just at the end of the game. There was a dispute as to whether the whistle had blown which was finally adjusted by calling a tie. For the Seniors, Thomas made 5 points, and Carl Anderson made 6 for the Freshmen. JUNIORS, 34—FRESHMEN, 7. The Freshmen lost, although they showed good team work and fought hard. They were considerably weakened in their team work by the loss of Thompson and Johnson. McKenna was the individual star of the game. He made the majority of the Junior points. SENIORS, 4—SOPHOMOR ES, 8. This game was a big surprise to those who saw it. The game was plaved in the new gym before the Girls ( lass game. Neither team showed up well, for the playing was very loose and ragged. The Sophomores owe their victory to the hard work of Bill Hugo. 79 QUINIAULT SOPHOMORES, 10—FRESHMEN, 24. On February 16 we were given another surprise when the Sophomores were overwhelmingly defeated by the PVeshmen. The Sophomores worked hard but the superior team work of the Freshmen won the game. Elliott and Anderson were the main-stays of the Freshmen. SENIORS, 16—JUNIORS, 21. The Juniors were weakened by the absence of Pinckney in this game' and were almost defeated. The Seniors lead throughout the first half. They played about even until the last few minutes when the Juniors revived suddenly and McKenna shot two baskets and one foul. One feature of the game was that there were more fouls called than in any other game. Morgan worked hard for the Seniors. JUNIORS, 10—SOPHOMORES, 9. This was perhaps the closest game of the season. The Sophomores showed better form than any previous game. They made the Juniors work for every one of their ten points. The' Sophomores shot but one basket. Turk shot seven fouls for his team. This left the Juniors the Interclass champions, and the Seniors, Sophomores and Freshmen all tied for second place. For the Seniors had defeated the Freshmen, the Freshmen defeated the Sophomores and the Sophomores defeated the Seniors. Mr. Hawley could think of no other way of awarding second place except to have the games played over. SECOND PLACE GAMES SENIORS, 11—FRESHMEN, 10. Interest by this time was at its height. There was a large crowd present at the first game in playing off the tie for second place. Each team received good support from their classmen. At the end of the first half the Seniors had the big end of a 7-4 score. In the second half the Freshmen came back strong and it was all that the Seniors could do to hold the Freshmen down to five points in second half. SENIORS, 4—SOPHOMORES. 5. Probably the most interesting game of the season was played on March 4 when the Seniors again went down to defeat before the Sophomores. At the close of the first session the score was 2 to 2 and both teams were playing 'hard and fast. The Seniors were having hard luck 80 quiniault in making their tries for baskets. The Seniors made two baskets and the Sophomores made one basket and three fowls. FRESHMEN, 13—SOPHOMORES, 12. The last game of the interclass series ended by the Freshmen again defeating the Sophomores. This was a surprise, for the Seniors had twice beaten the Freshmen and the Sophomores had twice beaten the Seniors. For the Freshmen, Anderson made IT points, Elliott 4, and Harris 2. For the Sophomores, Hugo made 10 and Turk 2 points. This still left three teams tied for second place so it was decided to divide the honors evenly instead of playing any more games. JUNIORS, 30—MONTESANO III. 19. JUNIORS, 16—COMPANY G, 24. The Class of ’16 had by far the strongest team in the school, both in regal'd to team work and consistent training. It is certain that if a first team had been picked the members would have come from the Junior Class with perhaps a few exceptions. They showed their strength in the fast game with Montesano Hi, when they won by a score of 30 to 19. The Juniors took the lead from the beginning and by the aggressiveness of Pinckney and the fast work of Anderson, McKenna and Penn they came out easy victors. ’16’s only defeat was in the game with Company G where they were considerably weakened by the absence of Pinckney and the superior playing of Faulk, ex-A. II. S. star, who played for Company G. Second Team Games. The Junior Second Team also won the championship from othei second teams in A. II. S. by successfully defeating them in each game played. The final average wras as follows: Juniors ...........................1000 Freshmen .......................... 606 Seniors ........................... 330 Sophomores ................ • • • 000 The 2nd team lineups were as follows: Seniors—Reid, Morgan, Kesterson, Ileikkila, Keith. Sophomores—Mattila. Axland. Callison, Hinton, Strommer, Murphy. Freshmen—Arnold, E. Anderson. Snyder, Shutt, Pearson, I eterson. Juniors—Arnold, The scores of the Juniors .......... Sophomores ....... Freshmen ......... Sophomores ....... Hobi, Harris, Wilson, Hook. six games played: 17 Juniors . . .10 Juniors . .. 18 5 Freshmen ... 2 Seniors ... 6 10 Seniors . . .16 Senior .... 0 2 Sophomores ... ... 4 Freshmen . 1 Forfeited 81 GIRLS BASKETBALL TEAM Grace Johnston, Gertrude Marie Robinson, Addie McGilton, Goehrenn, Marion Crary, Sarah Elway Neva Bell, Goldie Graham, Kathryn Graham QUINIAULT GIRLS’ BASKETBALL This year the Girls’ Basketball team had very little opportunity to show its prowess. We were very unfortunate in securing games, because of the lateness in organizing our team. The manager, Helena Elway, attempted to obtain games with Elrna, Montesano and the Methodist girls. But because of the early closing of their season, arrangement could not be made for match games. The first game was in Aberdeen on February 12. Perhaps the biggest surprise of the season was sprung by the Aberdeen girls when we defeated Montesano by a score of 20 to 5. Montesano had an excellent record and expected an easy victory. When the game was over, Montesano asked anxiously for a return game, but much to our disappointment we were unable to arrange for one. The line-up was as follows: Forwards—Neva Bell, Goldie Graham. Guards—Addie McGilton, Kathleen Graham. Centers—Marie Robinson, Martha Pearson. Subs—Grace Johnston, Marion Crary, Gertrude Goehrend, Sarah Elway and Mildred Foelkner. There was no individual starring, every girl playing a stellar game. Quickness and team work showed the careful training of Coach Hawley. The girls are allowed two class games a year before the whole High school, but only one was played. The lineup was Sophomores against upper class girls. The teams were evenly matched and the game was an exciting one, ending with a score of 2 to 3 in favor of the upper class-girls. The upperclass girls were represented by three Seniors and three Juniors. The lineup: Sophomores Gertrude Brown Forward Upperclass Girls Neva Bell Marion Crary Grace Johnston Marie Robinson Sarah Elway Goldie Graham Guards Martha Pearson 83 Q U I N I A U L T TRACK—1915 Track athletics have been in a decline for several years past, due not to a lack of material, but because of the fact that there was no suitable place to train. This obstacle was removed last year by the improvements made to Stewart Field, giving us the best athletic field of any High school in Southwest Washington. That the investment was a good one is shown by the track athletes developed this season. Last year, at the county meet, Aberdeen was last with five points, while at the 1915 event we were only defeated by a small margin in the last few events. The first meet of the season was the annual indoor Inter-Class meet held at the old gymn, March sixteenth. The Juniors again demonstrated their athletic ability by easily winning the meet, the final score being Juniors thirty-five, Sophomores fifteen. Seniors thirteen, and Freshmen nine. Hohi of the winning team was the individual star of the meet, making eighteen points. Turk scored twelve for the Sophomores and Henry Anderson nine for the Juniors. The events were as follows: 15-yard dash—H. Anderson, Hobi, Herren. High jump—Hobi, Wilson, Elliott. High dive—Turk, Wilson, Elliott. Broad jump—Hobi, H. Anderson, D. Anderson. F k-mile run—Burger, Hugo, Harris. Rope climb—Hobi, Elliott, H. Anderson. Potato race—Thomas, Herren, Turk. Basket shooting—Turk. Thomas, Arnold. The next meet was held March nineteenth at the Armory, under the auspices of the High school and Company G of the National Guard. We were defeated but not disgraced, as the boys showed promise of developing into a class track team. The Hoquiam Y. M. C. A. was first with thirty-five points, Aberdeen Moose next with twenty-three, Company “G” led the High school by two points, scoring 19 to our 17. Davis of the Y. M. C. A. was the individual star, making 19 points for his organization. Herren, Hobi, Hook, Wilson, Adams and Hugo all did excellent work. On April tenth, the Interclass meet was held. The Juniors won easily, making double the points of their nearest competitors, the Fresh- 84 QUINIAULT men. The final score was Jnnors fifty-two. Freshmen twenty-six, Sophomores twenty-one, Seniors nine. Summary of events: Mile—Adams, Ross, Hugo. 50-vard dash—Herren,, Edwards, Morgan. High jump—Hook, Hobi, Wilson. ]00-vard dash—Herren. Edwards, Morgan. Shot put—Hobi, Edwards. Hook. 440—Adams, Hugo, Ross. Pole—Wilson, Hobi, Turk. 880—Adams. Ross, Harris. Discus throw—Turk, Penn, Hobi. 220—Herren. Thomas, Edwards. Broad jump—Hobi, Wilson. Herren. Relay—Senior-Sopbomore team won from Junior-Freshman team. Herren was the individual point winner with sixteen points. Cap am Adams made fifteen points for the Juniors. The annual Cross Country run of two and one-half mde was bel l on April fourteenth. Three laps on the track and tw m:ies on the road comprised the course. Out of a field of ten starters Clarence Burner finished an easy winner, George Arnold was second. William Hu«?o th’rd and Himman Harris fourth. Burger led from the s art and never was in danger of losing. He was awarded a Cross Country Banner. The first annual Grays Harbor Track and Field Meef was held at Stewart Field, April seventeenth, under the auspices of the Aberdeen High School. Invitations to compete were issued to all the schools and organizations on Grays Harbor, and a list of forty-four entries was secured. All the events were hotly contested, the Moose finally winning with a total of 43. Company G was second with 29. the High School third with 27, and Hoquiam Y. M. C. A. fourth with 13 points. Aberdeen High was second until the relay race, but the five points which Company G won in this event put them in second place. Hobi, Aberdeen High, was the best performer, taking first place in the pole vault, broad jump and high jump. The first midget meet, for the High School boys under a hundred and twenty pounds, brought forth a good number of entries, on April twenty-third and twenty-sixth. The regular list of track events was run off on these two days and keen competition resulted. Edgar Anderson a Freshman, proved to be the “dark horse” of the occasion as he won 85 A. H. S. TRACK TEAM T°Pu Ro Co?cl1 Hawley George Arnold, Hinman Harris, Clarence Burger, Gus Adams, Arthur Ross, Lester Rowland Bottom Row—Estell Herren, Edwin Hobi, Dewey Wilson QUINIAULT nearly all the first places. Blackburn took the discus throw and pole vault, and Weir Allen the shot put, all the other firsts going to Anderson. This will probably be an annual event hereafter. The biggest and best meet of the year was the annual Grays Harbor County Track and Field Meet held at Elma, May first, under the auspices of the Elma High School. As usual the chief competitors were the Aberdeen, Hoquiam and Montesano schools. Montesano was looked upon as the winner and lived up to the expectations. The final score was, Montesano 53, Aberdeen 41, Hoquiam 30. Elma had few entries and did not score. The meet was a close struggle with Aberdeen in the lead. At the beginning of the last three events, the discus, broad jump, and relay, Aberdeen led by nine points, but failing to place in any of these, their lead was lost. Good records were made in nearly all events. Hobi of Aberdeen High School jumped five feet and six inches, a new county record. Baer of Hoquiam High School vaulted ten feet two inches, with Wilson of Aberdeen second with ten feet. Ilerren of Aberdeen Avon the two hundred and twenty yard dash in twenty-four and two-fifths seconds, which is good time for the heavy dirt track. Rowland of Aberdeen was first in the fifty-yard dash, and Pinckney won the shot put. Calder of Montesano won the gold medal as the individual point winner. In the grammar school division Aberdeen was first with 49 points, Hoquiam second with 39, Montesano third Avith 24 and Elma last with 3 points. The Aberdeen men Avho received track A’s this year are as folloAvs: Captain Adams, Herren, Rowland. Hobi. Wilson, Harris and Pinckney. Every member of the track team Avill be back next year and a successful season in nineteen sixteen seems assured. In addition to those securing letters the folloAving had represented Aberdeen : Art Ross George Arnold, Joe Penn and Clarence Burger. EdAvard EdAvards Avas a member of the team and would surely have made some points in the Elma meet had he not been prevented from competing by sickness. Some think he might have earned the balance in our favor, but this is a matter of debate. As a Avhole the season has been the most successful in years. Many have turned out and much interest has been shoAVn in the various meets. In addition the High School has held three meets for the grammar schools, the indoor and outdoor interclass meets, and a dual meet with Hoquiam which the Aberdeen boys won, in both the midget and the heavyweight divisions. 87 11 - m iri • the: - deatt. PINKIE AT THE MTM. I,0Uj -50CK ttST SKS-EMWTlflN. BL IL PETIT WeEPY? jTAUWi L.UMCK. - ; , Class Play “Pickles” CAST OF CHARACTERS. Caroline Pickering -------------------------- Frances Douglas Edward Worthington Swinger-----------------------------Stanley DeLosh Miss Jones------------------------------------ Mary Johnston Mr. Pickering ------------------------------------Guy Morgan Mrs. Pickering ---------------------------------Helena Elway Professor Bi ss -------------------------------Kris Kesterson Aunt Julia ------------------------------------Ercel Goehrend Miss Chizzle------------------------------------ Rena Milette Mr. Mason-----------------------------------------------Rupert Garrison Miss McCormick----------------------------------------Florence Kolts Rufus------------------------------------------------J°e Ke th Bradford _____________________________________Marshall Reid Miss Byrd ____________________________________Marcia Peckham Book Agent------------------------------------Harry Thomas Lady Traveler---------------------------------------Neva Bell Train Caller ----------------------------------Frank Heikkila HE Seniors considered themselves very fortunate, when they were able to obtain Miss Hobi for their class play instructor. Miss Hobi showed great skill and efficiency throughout her work. She held the east together remarkably well; which is one of the most essential features in producing a class play. Miss Hobi has already had ex-per’ence in dramatics, having taken that as a part of her course at the University of Washington. Miss Ilohi is deserving f much credit for her services and the nineteen-fifteen class willingly and rightfully offers her many thanks. The new system of try-outs proved a marked success. Formerly the cast for a play was chosen rather irregularly by the coach. Rut under 89 “PICKLES” CAST QUINIAUL T the new system each member of the class desiring to take part in the play was given tryout lines for the character they wished to portray. The lines were then rendered in the presence of the judges, Miss Hobi, Miss Fogle, and Mr. Xewlin. whose decisions were final. In this way all were given a fair chance and at the same time the best talent of the class was obtained. “Pickles,” George Ade’s comedy, was staged by the class of nineteen fifteen. Mr. Pickering, of the Pickering Pickle Company is represented as a gruff, practical business-like man. He has no time for the social affairs of the day or for any person who participates in social life. Hence he is always out of patience with his wife, Mrs. Pickering, who is a woman of the high society type. Caroline Pickering has fallen in love with one of her young college mates, Edward Worthington Swinger. He is very eager to marry Caroline but he has no means with which to support her; and no small sum would be sufficient for that purpose. Swinger appeals to Mr. Pickering, who will not even consider an immediate marriage. However, a compact is made betAveen the two by which Pickering agrees to advance Swinger twenty thousand dollars. This money can be put in any investment of Swinger’s choice. On the other hand Swinger agrees not to see Caroline or communicate with her in any way for a certain period of time. At the expiration of this specified time Swinger is to make a report to Pickering, and if he shows any business ability in his investment Caroline is his. Both men agree to keep the compact a secret. A general mixup occurs when Swinger invests the twenty thousand in the Bingo Home Made Pickle Company, which is running in opposition to Pickering’s establishment. The Bingo Company is managed by a woman called Jonsev, an extremely practical person with an eye for business. Swinger has led Jonsev to think his money had been granted him by his beneficent Aunt Julia, who also paid his way through college. In the meantime Caroline has been packed away to the country in company with Professor Bliss, a particular friend of Mrs. Pickering’s. Though it is unknown the professor is the divorced husband of Jonsey. Caroline receives information that Jonsey and Swinger are rather intimate and becomes very jealous; also Swinger is much worried over the relations which might arise between Caroline and the professor. Swinger has left Caroline and Jonsey under the impression that his 91 Q U I N I A U L T Aunt Julia is dead, her money by inheritance falling to him. Much consternation arises when Aunt Julia suddenly appears on the scene quite alive. Pickering by careful observations of the Bingo Company notices it is extremely prosperous and decies to buy .the firm at any cost. Mr. Pickering is very much surprised and also incensed when he finds, that through the partnership of Swinger, his own money is backing the Bingo house. He is very angry with Swinger but at the same time he admires him for having played the game so skillfully. Caroline is forbidden by her father to have any further dealings with Swinger, whose future happiness appears entirely blighted. But Carolina’s love for Swinger cannot be overcome and she happily returns to him. Much of the real comedy of the play is furnished by Mason, one of Swinger’s college friends. Mason’s weak point is his love for college re-unions which seem to necessitate a state of intoxication. He never appears on the stage entirely sober. Professor Bliss is a very extreme character, the contrast between him and his former wife Jonsey, being very amusing. Miss Chizzle, Caroline’s most intimate friend is one of these know-alls who goes around with her nose in the air always smelling a mouse. She is instrumental in causing many of the misunderstandings. Miss McCormick is a stenographer of the real type, and her part is an essential element in supplying a comic atmosphere. All the cast did splendidly and handled their parts in an admirable manner, which was shown by the vociferous applause accorded them by the crowded house. yz QUINIAULT He hate A. H. S. DEBATING TEAM Herbert Creech. Clarence Caldwell, Sarah Elway Marion Crary, Early in the fall semester of 1914. Mr. Ilolmquist announced the date of the tryouts for debate and urged as many students as possible to take part. About ten students signified their intention to try out, hut the number finally narrowed down to six, when the final hearing was held the last of October. All six acquited themselves with credit and the three judges found it difficult to make a choice, but finally Marion Crary and Sarah Elway, Sophomores; Clarence Caldwell, Junior, and Herbert Creech, Senior, were chosen to represent Aberdeen in tin series of state debates. IIow well they did this is not altogether shown by the returns at the end of the season. They certainly worked hard and faithfully, gained much good experience, and were deserving of better success. The question this year considered throughout the state by all High school teams in the series was: Resolved, that all revenues for local purposes in the state of Washington should be raised by a tax levied on land values only. Constitutionality granted. Aberdeen had the affirmative 93 QUINIAULT in the first two debates with Hoquiam and Montesano. In the last two with Winlock and Centralia our team supported the negative. Contrary to the custom of several years standing, Mr. Miller did not coach the team this season. His place was taken by Mr. McNamara, who has had experience in debating at the University of Washington. Prom the very beginning Mr. McNamara kept the team at a high pitch of enthusiasm and it was largely due to his efforts that they did not let defeat damper their ardor but entered each subsequent contest with renewed energy. The first debate of the season, held at Hoquiam on Friday evening. November 13, was disastrous as far as the decision was concerned, but was very beneficial in shaping future arguments. A small crowd from Aberdeen was in attendance and the debate as a whole was interesting. Marion Crarv, Sarah Elway and Clarence Caldwell represented A. H. S. In the second debate of the series Aberdeen was represented by Marion Crarv, Clarence Caldwell and Herbert Creech. It was held in the High school auditorium on December 18, with Judge Philips presiding. Our old rival Montesano put up a stubborn fight but the decision went against them. This debate proved interesting in the way of several surprises developing from new material and new arguments. In the third debate of the series, held at Winlock. a small town in Lewis County, on February fifth, Sarah Elway, Clarence Caldwell and Herbert Creech constituted the team. This debate was the only real trip away from home that the team received and afforded much pleasure and merriment to the members of the team, and to Coach McNamara, who accompanied them, although the decision of the judges was in favor of Winlock. In the debate, itself, the arguments seldom met. The fourth and last of the series of state debates was staged on Friday evening, March fifth, in our auditorium, when we met Centralia with the same team that defeated Montesano and with the same hopes of success. In this we were disappointed, but the debate proved very interesting and instructive to contestants and audience alike. In fact, it was the most interesting, exciting and hotly contested debate of the entire season. The various speakers kept the audience at a high tension most of the time. The only victory scored by the team during the season was against Montesano. This was of more importance than at first appears and amply paid for the three defeats, because Montesano was later declared champion of Southwestern Washington. Our debaters gained some good experience this season which will be of great benefit in future years. The High school may expect some excellent work from the three who remain in school and be firm in the belief that their hopes will be fulfilled. 94 Q U I N I A U L T Xlcclamattint C. While interest in declamation on the part of our students has, of late years, not been all that one could wish, the interest this year seems to have had some touch of the former enthusiasm. There is no doubt that most of our students realize the value of training in public speaking, and in fact some training in oral expression is obtained in practically all of our classes. But as we have not had in our high school during the last two or three years any class in public speaking, it is difficult to arouse interest in declamation contests. The result was that when the declamatory contest took place on April 16, there were only six contest-'ants. These, however, made up in the quality of their work what they lacked in numbers, and the contest was in every way creditable to our school. There were in this contest also three pupils from the Franklin school, who had been chosen at a tryout held some weeks previously. Marion or ry ’i7 The declamatory contest was held on the evening of April 16, in the high school auditorium. Mr. P. A. Bertrand, of Aberdeen, acted as chairman, and tin judges were Rev. J. W. Beard. Air. Jas. P, II. Callahan, and Mr. W. E. Campbell, all of Hoquiam. The following program was presented : Selection .....................................................Girls’ Glee Club Apostrophe to the Mountains .......................................John Gronow The Soul of the Violin....................................................Sarah Elway The Painter of Seville ...................................................Ellen Marsh Our Guide in Genoa ........................................... Elizabeth Greene Rock Me to Sleep...............................................Frances Thomas How Tom Sawyer Got His Fence Whitewashed............................Ormund Hill The Battle of Waterloo .........................................Eric Strommer The Vagabonds .................................................Dorothy Borden Where Is Mary Alice Smith? ....................................... Marion Crary Selection .....................................................Boys’ Glee Club At the conclusion of the contest, Mr. Bertrand announced that the judges had decided in favor of Marion Crary, who was presented with a handsome silver medal. The County declamatory contest was held at Elm a on the evening of May 1, and while our representative, Marion Crary, did not win the medal, her recitation was considered very favorably by the judges, two of whom voted to give her first place. 95 N PASSING we must not neglect to give due attention to the music department of the Aberdeen High School. We realize as never before the importance and helpfulness of this phase of school work. For a school of our size we have made a very good showing along with other musical organizations of the Harbor. What we lack and need more than anything else is a High School orchestra. With this addition to our present talent and ability a benefit to the school as well as to the public in general would ensue. A selection from an orchestra would add much to the assemblies, debates, and other school activities of this character. BtsJ 3 Chorus. The chorus, composed of about one hundred voices, has been doing very satisfactory work during the past year. The members have taken up some difficult classical selections and under the instruction and leadership of their director. Miss Cavanaugh, have shown their ability and talent along these lines. Since the departure of Miss Condit we have been rather unfortunate in not having a regular accompanist. But with Catherine Miller and Jeanette Hogan alternating as accompanists we have finished the season successfully. Some of the selections worked upon during the past year, are: “The Bridal Chorus,” from the “Rose Maiden”; “The Gypsy Chorus”; “Love- 96 QUINIAULT BOYS’ GLEE CLUB ly Night, Oh, Tender Night,” a bacearole from the “Tales of Hoffman”; “Bell Song,” from “Convent Bells”; “Babylon’s War”; “Invitation to the Dance”; “The Storm Fiend”; “Away to the Woods”; In a Gondola”; and various other minor selections. These titles give an insight into the splendid class of music that has beep taken up during the past year. While there might have been many more enrolled in the chorus and a few that were there might have worked a little more diligently, yet we feel that the work accomplished as a whole is worthy of credit. Glee Clubs. In the spring of 1912 a new feature was added to the music department of the High School in the form of a Girls’ Octette. This was composed of the following eight girls: Lorene Linn, Florence Kolts, Mary Potter, Ellen Gylland, Rena Milette, Mary Johnston, Claire Carter and Cora Bradley. This musical company under the leadership of Miss Cavanaugh soon became very efficient and was in great demand at the various musical and literary functions throughout the city. With the opening of school in the fall of 1913 came the call for volunteers for the purpose of organizing a Girls’ Glee Club. All who had been members of the Octette, with the exception of two or three formed a strong basis for an excellent Glee Club. The Glee Club then numbered thirteen. Miss Cavanagh was again untiring in her efforts to make the organization a success and her efforts were truly rewarded by the pleas- 97 QUINIAULT GIKLS’ GLEE CLUB inf? selections rendered from time to time. The Girls Glee Club was also a prominent feature at the Commencement Exercises and the Baccalaureate Services. In the fall of 1914 another call for new recruits for the Girls Glee Club was issued along with the call for volunteers to organize a Boys Glee Club. Both calls were well responded to, and in the lapse of time the young men rather began to overshadow the glory which had formerly belonged to the young ladies. The Boys Glee Club, also under the direction of Miss Cavanagh, shows signs of unusual talent, if developed. This organization proved very successful from the outset and added much toward making tlw various programs decidedly pleasing and entertaining. The present members of the Boys’ Glee Club are: Irwin Pinckney, Russell Linn, Kris Kesterson, George Arnold. Herbert Creech, Hinman Harris, Joe Penn, Eugene Potter, Douglas McKenna, Richard Hook, Harold Messer. Clarence Snyder, arlev Hall, Ralph ammen, and Rupert Garrison. They organized their club shortly after the opening of the fall semester, selecting the following for officers: President. Douglas McKenna; Vice-president., Herbert Creech; Secretary, Kris Kesterson; Treasurer, Irvin Pinckney. The girls also held a similar election, their officers being: President, Rena Milette; Vice-president, Grace Johnston; Secretary-Treasurer, Lilian Milette. The girls also voted monthly dues of fifteen cuts to help pay 98 QUINIAULT for new music. Later the boys followed their example and decided upon a five cent charge. The present members of the Girls’ Glee Club are: Mary Donovan, Marguerite Loomis, Lorena Wyndero, Ellen Marsh, Ellen Gylland, Ruby Cross, Ina Aven, Elizabeth Greene, Goldie Graham, Grace Johnston, Minnie Penn, Marcia Peckham, May Birmingham, Dorothy Borden, Lilian Milette, Rena Milette, and Marion Crary. During the last part of the term Miss Burnett has been directing the girls, who have progressed materially. Vocal Work. Great development is taking place along the line of vocalists. Goldie Graham, under the instruction of Mrs. Jessica Walker, has several times pleased large audiences with her vocal solos. Her voice has developed into a rich, mezzo-soprano and she promises to be one of the popular soloists in the near future. Elizabeth Greene under the instruction of Mrs. W. Y. Croxall, is also showing marked ability as a vocal soloist. While she has not appeared in public as much as Miss Graham, yet she has shown that she is capable of controlling her voice very well. Maude Fitzgerald is also a prospective soloist, having but recently begun vocal training under Mrs. Walker. Many other young ladies including several of the Glee Club members also possess the talent, but have as yet not taken any steps toward a vocal training. There is also talent and prospective vocalists among the members of the Boys’ Glee Club. The music department has been a promising and an important phase of High School life and we fervently urge its continuance and improvement in the years to come. 99 mnn- r In reviewing the social events of the past school year, many bright spots in the routine of school life are revealed. With the “Foot Ball Ball” the social lid was lifted. The Knights of Pythias hall was beautifully decorated for the occasion—and the dance was a success both socially and financially—the money realized, being used to construct bleachers on the Athletic Field. On the evening of October the third, an informal reception in the high school gymnasium was held for the Jefferson high school boys of Portland. A most enjoyable evening was spent in dancing, until ten o’clock, when the guests left for Portland. Nearly one hundred and twenty couples were present at the Ninth Annual Athletic Ball, which was held Friday evening, November the twelfth, at the Knights of Pythias hall. The hall was very effectively decorated with a color scheme of green and red. One of the most enjoyable parties of the season was the Junior Prom-anade, which was held Friday evening, February the fifth, at the Electric Pavilion. The dance was given by the ’16 class to compliment the graduates. The hall was tastefully decorated with the Junior Class Colors, combined with greens. A large 1916 formed with red lights was placed at the farther end of the room. A great deal of credit was due the committee in charge consisting of Irwin Pinckney, general chairman; Ima Hogan, Irene Crary, Mary Bowes, Julia Remmelmeyer, Gus Adams, and Philip Halferty. Preparations are being made for the Senior Ball, which will be held June 4th, in Livingston’s hall. The following committee have been appointed to take charge of the affair: Marshall Reid, general chairman; Guy Morgan, Stanley DeLosh. Arthur Anderson, Frances Douglas, Louise Finch, Mary Filler, and Celia Cahn. And now that all the choice tit-bits are extracted, it is with a sigh of regret and many pleasant memories that the lid is again lowered upon anticipations for the year that is to come. 100 Looking back over the past year brings to mind many incidents and events, which at the time being were of great interest, but have now become pleasant remembrances. Foremost among these were the football assemblies which invariably preceded every important game and almost invariably were the forerunners of victory. Only once was defeat met,—from Everett. Strong was the spirit of enthusiasm shown at these meetings, and, at one time, great was the feeling of scorn and indignation manifested among the pupils over Hoquiam’s conduct in cancelling the Thanksgiving game, which had come to be regarded as an annual event, on Grays Harbor. However, the exciting game with Columbia, of Portland, on that date, fully made up for any loss that might have been sustained. Several lecturers and speakers of note added to the list of interesting events. The first of these was Mr. Haig Arlkin, a French artist, who gave a very interesting lecture of art. His address was further enhanced by an exhibition of reproductions of world famous canvasses, including “Mona Lisa,” “Aurora,” “The Last Supper,” and many others, which he himself had made from the originals. Another speaker of note was Prof. Richardson, of the University of Washington, who spoke regarding the causes of the present war in Europe. He gave in detail the histories of the formation of the Triple Alliance and Triple Entante, which eventually brought about the controversy over Alsace-Lorraine, and lately the complications in the Balkan States, which he regarded as the main causes of the war. Other causes were, the growth of commercialism; greed for territory; the rigidity of the European state system; and race hatred, especially that of Saxon vs. Anglo-Saxon. It goes without saying that Prof. Richardson’s address was greatly enjoyed and appreciated by everyone who had the good fortune to hear it. Dr. J. C. Worley, a missionary from Japan, gave an immensely interesting discourse on the manners, customs and life of the Japanesb people. He spoke of the remarkable progress which the country has experienced in the last fifty years or so,—a development which seems all the more 101 QUINIAULT remarkable when one remembers what the conditions there were before that time. Dr. Worley mentioned particularly the splendid educational system, which compares very favorably with those of other countries. Ilis many amusing anecdotes of bis experiences as a missionary called forth much laughter and a great deal of appreciative applause from the audience. Prof. Jackson, of the Washington State College at Pullman, on April 30th addressed the Seniors, telling of the various courses of study offered by the college (and they are indeed various and comprehensive), and of other matters which are always of interest to anyone intending to enter College or University. Mr. Jackson also gave an interesting talk to the general assembly, about the State in general, and the future of the State in particular. Miss Hoffman, representing the State Normal School of Ellensburg, also spoke to the members of the Senior Class on the same subject. Her talk was especially intended for the various students who intend to make teaching their vovcation. and her special topic, “The Power of Education,” is applicable to everyone. But, aside from assemblies, and football, and social events, there have been other happenings, for instance—the Elson Art Exhibit. These pictures, exhibited in the high school gymnasium, were viewed by over two thousand people. Good programs were given in the evenings, two by the grammar schools of the city and one by the high school. All together, the exhibit proved a great success, both financially and otherwise, and it is probable that pictures may be secured for every school in the city. Among the most happy occasions of the past year have been the vacations. The first of these occurred in October, from the twenty-first to the twenty-sixth, but was enjoyed by students only, for the teachers attended institute. But this was, most probably, no great hardship, for many fine speakers were on the list. Another short respite came a week later, when several Aberdeen teachers attended the State Teachers’ Association held at Tacoma. The most important vacation, of course, was at Christmas, when two whole weeks were allowed—two weeks of fun and merrymaking. After the Easter vacation of one week, when everyone settled down to the last bit of hard work, these short rests seemed to pale into insignificance before contemplations of the long vacation. 102 “Well, are we going to stage another Alumni Ball for the clear, sweet things who graduate in June?” That’s the question Fred Weatherwax ’08, asked me yesterday. It was about the first time I had seen Fred since he was married to Mabel—I mean Miss Mabel Larson ’08. “Darn the dances.” says I, “I’m getting too old and fat for foolish capers, and I don’t really care if we ever give another, but if you can name those who will do the decorating and mail the invitations, then I say, on with the dance.” “Nothin’ easier,” said Fred, in that fine way that he has acquired with years of service in the Anderson-Middleton mill office. “There’s Harry Prentice ’09. He’ll work if he dare leave his new baby home alone. Al. Hart ’09 and Dimple Faulkner ’12 have both survived the shake-up which they received when they nearly lost their lives aboard the wreck of the Claremont in May. “Lance Hart ’ll, Fred Hart ’12 and Aubrey Cross 19, all of whom are studying in Chicago, will be home, too, in time to help hang a few stringers. Lance is making a great reputation in the East as an artist and student leader. Did you hear that he ran the big art institute carnival this year and made the greatest success out of it that it has ever been? , , “Dutton Knapp ’08, who has been studying medicine at Stanford, and Lance McDermoth ’08%, who has been making an engineer of himself at. Stanford, also will be home.” “Sav” I interrupted. “Isn’t it funny how rapidly some of our students'have advanced. There’s Bert Glidden ’08%, who came very near being picked as an All-American end while playing for Frank 111-Marshall eollege last year. Fritz Belts has been getting along fine in the legal firm of Trevethen and Grimstead of Seattle. Did you hear about Henry Anderson ’12? Why that boy is proving a wonder at 103 QUINIAULT O. A. C. this summer and looks like an All-Northwest star in the 440-yard dash. Isn’t it funny that he never knew he could run while in hijrh school?” e “What has happened to the Alumni in the last year hasn’t all been so good,” broke in Fred. “We’ve gained a lot, but we’ve lost, too. It’s going to be pretty hard to replace Harry Mustard ’05 and Chris Beltz 09 both of whom died during the year. Harry was a young physician of great promise. He was one of those fellows who would have made a name for himself. Beltz was one of our best workers. We are going to miss him for a long time. His widow, nee Miss Beulah Scott ’09 is living in Seattle.” Those were not all the students we talked about. There was Bump DeLosh’ 12, who made the Freshmen football team at Corvallis and Fred Hulbert ’09 and Killaly Greene ’12, both of whom are making good at the same college. Fred told me that Norman Greene ’08 had a fine job as an engineer some place in Canada. I forget where. I told Fred about Lewis Benjamin ’12, president of my class, who is recovering his health in Southern California. I certainly surprised him too, when I told him that T. A. F. Williams, who taught us mathematics,’ had quit the University of Washington and gone back to Tennessee, where he married one of his old sweethearts. We would have talked longer, but Fred seemed to be worried, and I had a faint suspicion that the new benedict wanted to get back to his new bungalow. Anyway, he said, “Well, I’ll see you at the Alumni Ball.” “All right, old man,” I said as we shook hands. “So-long.” “Good-bye.” 104 We wish to take this last opportunity to extend our thanks to the different schools and colleges that have exchanged with us during the past year. We feel that we have been materially benefited by their perusal; for in observing their good and bad points, we have been able to greatly increase the worth of our own publication. The Exchanges are undoubtedly valuable for several other reasons, one being that a great many students would undoubtedly perish from ennui if it were not for the solace they afford. Our Exchange list is much shortened on account of space, so for those not mentioned in the following list we will give the general criticism that they were uniformly good publications and are a credit to their respective schools. “Olympus,” Olympia, Wash.—The exchanges are written very cleverly. “The Last He Had,” is a good story. Why not enlarge your editorial department? “The Scout,” Muskogee, Oklahoma.—Your cover design is good. A few cuts would add much to your paper. “The Toltec ” Durango, Colorado.—Your editorial and literar departments are exceptionally well written. We would suggest a music department. “Sequoia ” Stanford—The cuts in your paper are excellent. The stories and poems are among the best we have found in our exchanges. “The Tatler,” El Paso, Texas.—“Notes From the Latin Department” add much to your paper. We think it is a fine idea. Your jokes and cartoons are good. “Wheat,” Ritzville, Wash.-Girls Number, good for the girls! This is one of the best exchanges we have received. “A War Story of 19 is good. “Su Hi” Sault St. Marie, Michigan.—We think it would be better to place your advertisements in the back of the paper. Your editorials are well written. “M. C. Courier,” Marionville, Mo.—Couldn’t you possibly add a few more stories. Where is your exchange department? 105 (Auio raplj s EM k llffr (dJZ) (rJ i f r 4 v w i ' V '; ©£ GlUJCtA CbzS y K 7 (fyh c r. Ejlc_; PE £fxC W i. V F A CMjjmjv '; JLct£, (L. - AjUua v ’) 7 V .-' ' ' ■•' K i v .' ' Mr. Carr had occasion to call on a neighbor late one night. He rang the bell and after awhile he heard above: “Who’s there?” “Mr. Carr, was the reply. “What do I care if you missed a car.” came from above as the window slammed down.—Ex. First tramp— I had a Queer ex per-ience last night. I went to sleep in a wooden house and woke up in a stone one.” Second tramp—“How's that? First tramp—“The wind blew so hard it make the house rock.’ Freshie—“Was Crusoe an acrobat?” Senior—“I don’t know—why?” Freshie—“It says in here that after his days work was done he sat down on his chest?” Is It Not So? The blacksmith shoes the horse and the farmer shoo’s the chickens. Did This Ever Happen To You? “So he took you out auto riding the other evening.” “Yes; what of it?” “Do you think he is in love with you?” “I think so. I know that everytime 1 spoke to him the auto tried to climb a tree or jump a fence.” ♦ Freshmen are green things Green things need water. Drown the Freshmen. Slam! Grace J—“I’ll bet Lora’s been telling you something.” Kathleen G.—“Why no, she hasn t. Grace J.—“Oh, then, you don't know anything?” Speaking of Poetic Feet Mr. Newlin—“Now for instance take Whittiers “Barefoot Boy”— Lorentz— How many feet in that? A Ma we all know? Panama. Gossip! Mr. Newlin—“Tomorrow bring to class ten lines of poetry that can be scanned.” Tom O.—“I can’t find any scandalous poetry.” Mary h.—“Why is pork sausage like a gopher?” Rena M.—“Because its ground-hog. Teacher—“Tell us about the sport of skiing.” Pupil—“Well, they of the foot of the hill start at the top ♦ Jeanette H.—“And would you really put yourself out for me? Bill Hugo—“Indeed I would.” j h.—“Then do. It’s two o’clock and I’m awfully sleepy. You would not knock The things we use. What we refuse. 107 QUINIAULT . Advice Corner When walk ng with a girl walk on the side of the walk toward the street to keep autos and street cars from climbing the curb and bothering her. Before asking a girl to the theater find out whether she prefers vaudeville or movies. When at a dance don’t spit your gum on the floor, it makes the floor 5-.tir ky. Don’t use red handkerchiefs; blue are the style. When getting on a street car with a girl pay her fare, she may have forgotten to bring any money. Don’t wear a flannel shirt to a dance, they are too hot; nor hob nail 1 0018, they are hard to dance in. When going to the theater it’s a good idea to stop in at the Elite Grocery Store and get five cents worth of all-day suckers; they are nice to eat during the performance; saves a lot of talking and besides they last so much longer. At a dance don't chew your program, It will show that you are fussed and you can’t tell who you have the next danco with. After you have spent the evening •with a girl take her to an ice cream parlor for some refreshment, most likely she will need it. When at Wagner’s don’t suck the sugar from the sugar bowl with a straw, it makes your throat sticky. Don’t wear more than five or six diamonds or you will be considered •vulgar. Before buying your new clothes consult the adds in the Household Friend; they are six months ahead of the times. If you don’t believe it just look at the ads then you’ll know what we’ll be wearing in 1925. When at a dance and a young lady asks you to escort her to the dressing room, be sure and run away as soon as she shuts the door. She is sure to prefer coming out and walking down the hall alone. If thru these jokes you cannot see, I hope that you’ll remember me. And think of the weary hours I’ve toiled Just to have my poor jokes spoiled. They may be old and also stale But at that, you shouldn’t rale And I shouldn’t care if you, fret, ’Cause jokes are mighty hard to get. Around A. H. S. Sweetest songster......Rupert Garrison Cutest boy.............Herbert Creech One most likely to become famous ........................Bill Landers Best Bluffer....................Marcia Peckham Smallest girl........Aurvilla McGregor History shark....................Percy Boutyette Most diligent scholar.. .Grace Johnson Best information bureau_____Celia Cahn Noisiest boy......................Kris Kesterson Authority on hair dressing.......... ............... •.......Louise Finch Best sport...............Phil Halferty Most sought after boy.....Marsh Reid Smallest boy......................Eric Eckmarck Tallest boy...............Bert Achey Most bashful boy........Gene Potter Prettiest girl....................Much confusion W. Hudson—(telling how to make a table)—“First you take paper, pencil, thumb tack, and, if you are going to make a table with a drawer in it, keep your material in the drawer.” Joe P.—“Did you hear that Sophomore crowing around here like a rooster?” Lester R.—“No, but I heard him using fowl language.” � Dorothy W.—“I’ll bet I can tell you where you got your necktie.” Ed. Hobi—“No, you can’t.” Dorothy—“Yes, I can. You got it around your neck.” Mr. Bibb—“The human body contains electricity.” Irene C.—“It isn’t my fault then if my remarks are somev hat shocking.” ♦ Joe. K.—“The dentist told me I had a large cavity that needed filling.” Pops.—“Did he recommend any special course of study.” An Article on Nations This treatise will necessarily be brief owing to the fact that there are but two, the Irish and the Jews. The former make the money and the latter take it away from them. Beneath the oaks they strolled; The night was clear and cold. No one is sight, the moon just right He kissed her hand, I’m told. She faced him full of ire. Her pretty eyes flashed fire; She cried, “Oh, oh, to stoop so low.” Next time he did it higher. 108 QUINIAULT There are meters of accent; There are meters of tone, But the best of all meters, Is to meet-her-alone. ‘‘Anyhow, there’s some advantage in naving a wooden leg,” said an old veteran, “What is that?” “You can fasten up your socks with '.humb tacks.” , rair Seniors are made to bewitch A Companion, a nurse, A blessing or worse; Fair Seniors are made to be which? Mr. Bibb—“Describe oxygen?” “Heinie”—“It’s a funny looking stuff; you can’t see it.” Little drops in water. Little drops on land, Make the aviator Join the heavenly band. —Ex. m + Wanted to Know: What kind of glue would I use to make a yard stick? Why is it I can’t get any music form a band box? Can you tell me why a fire breaks out at the start and goes out at the finish? I do not wish to seem a crank, But always get a pain And would like to club the dub Who calls a girl a Jane. ' “Did you enjoy yourself in Germany, Mr. Brush?” “No, I got tired of being called Herr Brush.” He took her to an ice-cream stand. His pretty blue-eyed Sail, But fainted when he saw the sign: Cream—60c a gal.” We can’t all smoke two-bit cigars. Or drive a limousine. But we can all collect the bands, And smell the gasoline. He asked a miss what was a kiss Grammatically defined: “It’s a conjunction sir,” she said, “And hence can’t be declined.” Bill L.—“Why do they always christen a boat with champagne?” Glenn O.—“Because it sets a good example.” Bill L.—“How’s that?” Glenn O.—“Why, they give it a chance at liquor, it then takes to the water and sticks to the water ever after.” y If any of these written smiles, You think should be acquited We would delight in showing you The ones we have omitted. The danger of sending telegrams is shown by the following story:—A member of Parliament was to have made a speech at Derby and being unable to do so because the heavy rains had destroyed the branch railroad, sent a telegram as follows:— “Cannot come: washout on line.” Within a few hours came the reply—“Never mind, borrow a shirt.” Arthur A.—“Is that ladder yours?” Marsh—“Sure.” Arthur—“It doesn’t look like yours.” Marsh—“Well, you see its my step-ladder.” The Four Ages of Hair. Bald. Fuzz. Is. Was. ’Tis midnight and the setting sun Is rising in the west. The rapid rivers slowly run The frog is in his downy nest. The pensive goat and sportive cow Hilariously leap from bough to bough. (This one was so good we had to repeat it). Logis. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. So they always say: Thats why we love the teachers The days they stay away. Those Juniors! .. Junior—“The vertical angles of a triangle are formed by the intersection of two parallel lines.”—And then the teacher fainted. Mr. Bibb—“If anything goes wrong in this experiment, we and the laboratory might be blown sky-high. Come up closer students so that you will be better able to follow me.” 109 OAv'.yWaII field — Of Tut KWERY 0 (m OAuRD). aOSSIEM KOLTS p . DeLOJH. ' Sfe © ® 3)eWTi ir. LJ 1)00 (,LA5. NEXT WALTZ VMU.L £ € A TA i Tvxo-5TEP! TZ’T Sjllte- , r� A«.Y S..0AR.«.i30N'. CHRIS • K.G’STCftSOn. „ OHri-iTow. Fes-yerr EAGLe'S FLOO«_ MACIflUiElL. WeV SraOc- Co. CAR_£ l—GSS cfetecH. Speed OV iv.° tfyt. ___ _ Hoerv CAR — rLW ('AAR.Y P LL£ftj- v ABi'SoN WEATHeRWAX E0 tOft. Of Trtf PPiPe FOR.ce ‘oakviuLe «voe« Of THE GI An TV! MRje O’HARt Hone ecortontsr. Cecc. Johcson. Tj 0 ?.n SAPP(£ AnD€R5on. pol-5oim-5 rtE5S-PUMK u.S.n. f« -«-ef3.. wecHAn tc.- QUINIAULT “The Song of Pete” What causes all the folks to stare, As I strut by en militaire, And makes my face all over hair—? My moustache. Why do the children laugh with glee? ’Tis no uncommon sight to see; Ah! no; they only envy me My moustache. How I can quiz a naked chin. And mimic every vulgar grin; But I’ll be bound they’ll laugh wrho win— My moustache. Should ever cruel fate decree That we, alas! should severed be, I’ll lay me down and die with thee— My moustache. Ruth W.—“Do you like tea?” Phil H.—“No, I like the next letter.” A school paper is a great invention; The school gets all the fame. The printer gets all the money. And the staff gets all the blame. If, as these pages o’er you turn, A joke on “you” you should discern Act as though you didn’t care, And do not at the poor staff swear. We are sorry and lament. That we cannot make all content; Now, if your name does here appear, We wish to tell you, “Laugh, don’t jeer.” Something New There was a young man from Perth Who was born on the date of his biTth. He was married, they say, On his wife’s wedding day. And died on his last day on earth. Hiawatha the Thirteenth He killed the noble Mudjokivis Of the skins he made his mittens, Made them with the fur side inside, Made them with the skin side outside. He, to get the warm side inside, Put the inside skin side outside. He, to get the cold side outside, Put the warm side fur side inside, That’s why he put the fur side inside. Why he put the skin side outside. Why he turned them inside outside. —Selected. A Love Lyric (For Mooning Swains) “Fair are your cheeks as roses rare”; (All who write rhynes have said this). “Your eyes are bright as stars at night.” ejfi (A million girls have read this). “Ah!”—(Here insert her name). “Your lips are life’s elixir!” (Or say), “Love’s scintillating flame—” Most either one will fix her. Girl with the fascinating curl. (First lesson, this is simple!) “My heart beats true to none but you.” Now shy one at her dimple! “Ah!”—(Here insert her name). “Your lips are like old wine, dear,” Or put—far more sedate and tame— “I would that you were mine!” here. “Love, by yon disc moon high above,” (An oath’s the proper caper). “I swear you this—a true heart’s kiss!” Try this on scented paper. “Ah!”—(Here insert her name). “This passioned rhyme must woo you! ” Here make a bid for lasting fame, “Who hasn’t loved ne’er knew you!” —Selected. Our Favorite Lines of Latin all remind us If we had old Caesar here We should move, but leave behind us Loving footprints on his ear. The cows are in the meadow The sheep are in the grass Could you but see « But all the simple little dubs Are in the Freshman class. ♦ Some Play Act 1.—A villain, dog, river. Vil-lian throws girl in river. Dog jumps in and drinks it up. Save girl’s life. Act 2.—Villain tries to escape. Dog coughs up river. Villain drowns. At opposite ends of the sofa They sat with vain regrets; She had been eating onions, He, smoking cigarettes! Ill QUINIAULT A New One. “I’m so sorry! exclaimed the sympathetic woman. Did you hurt yourself?” “Hurt myself?” responded Uncle Flopsole. “Certainly not.” “But your foot slipped and you slid quite a distance on your chest!” “Of course. That’s the latest figure. It’s called the ‘walrus wallop’— supposed to represent a walrus sliding off a cake of ice. I do it rather neatly for a beginner, don’t you think?” ♦ A prisoner was brought before a judge in court recently. The judge asked the prisoner his name. The prisoner replied: “S-s-s-s-s-s.” “What?” asked the judge. “S-s-s-s-s-s.” “What is the prisoner charged with?” the judge asked the officer. “Well, as far as I can see, he’s charged with soda water,” said the officer. “That poem cost me a week’s hard labor,” said a contributor to the editor. “Well, if I’d had the passing of the sentences, you’d have gotten a month,” replied the latter, reaching for the waste-basket. Mr. Newlin—“Wise men hesitate: foQls are certain.” Pupil—“Are you sure?” Mr. Newlin—“I am certain!” Stan.—“Would it be—er—proper if I placed a kiss upon your hand?” Louise—“I think it would be entirely out of place.” A High School Menu Rally Appetizer Soup. Cream of H2 S04. Electrolysis of Water. Meats. German a la Fogle. Entrees. Recitations Fried in Brains. Oral Report. Geometry Figures a la Board. Just Desserts. Flunks a la Carte. Nuts to Crack. Fruits of Revenge. Dates. Mr. Bibb—(In Botany class to Douglas who is sitting on a chair with a book under him)—“Douglas, can’t you find something to do?” Doug.—“I’m working.” Mr. B.—“What are you doing sitting there ?” Doug.—“I’m pressing flowers.” First Fresh.— What are they doing, practicing basketball?” Second Fresh.—“Naw, yah poor simp; they’re dropping the ball through the basket to hear it bounce.” � Plausible Mr. Colton—“If a farmer raises 60 bushels of potatoes in a dry season, what would he ra se in a wet season?” Bright Fresh.—“Umbrella!” Popular Lies. “I had a lovely time at your party.” “I’m crazy about you.” “I’ll drop in and pay next week.” “I shall never love another.” “I had a headache and couldn’t study.” “Prepared!” “How sweet you look.” “I told her just what I thought of her.” “No, darling, I’d never dream it wasn’t your hair.” “Chaucer is easy.” “Civics is going to be easy.” Q u I N I A U L T Try It! The following may be read backwards or forwards, up or down, or standing on your head: Shall we all die? We shall die all; All die, shall we Die all we shall. Suspicious. Father—(trying to give the concealed dose)—“Well, well, you are a funny boy. May I ask why this sudden extraordinary dislike for jam?” Small Son—“ ’Cos I b’leeve Its mined.” All the Improvements. , A woman had a Swedish cook and one day she overheard this conversation between her cook and the maid next door, also a Swede: “How are you, Hilda?” “I bane well, I like my yob. We got cremated cellar, cemetery plumbing, elastic lights and a hoosit.” “What’s a hoosit, Hilda?” “Oh a bell rings; you put a thing to your ear and say “Hello,” and some one savs, “Hello,” and you say •Hoosit’?” Freshman—“I see we’re not going to have any more baldheaded teachers.” Seiror—“Oh. is that so?” Freshman—“Yes Mr. Hawley says its hair-raising, the way we carry on!” If one notes carefully, it is very apparent that at least ninety-nine women out of a hundred press the nush-but-tons in the street cars with their thumbs. Can you think of any reason for this? No; what’s the idea? They want to get off. “Mabel, I am drawn on the grand jury,” “So am I, Gertrude.” “Our responsibilities will be heavy.” “I realize that. What shall we wear?” Sound travels at the rate of 400 yards per second. Exceptions to this rule: — Scandal, 1,000 yards. Flattery, 300 yards. Truth, 2V2 yards. Alarm clock! ! ! ! ! ! Flunkers’ Consolation. “The world’s great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.”—Oliver Wendell Holmes. ♦ Grand Vizer—“Your majesty, the cream of our army has been whipped and is now freezing. What would you advise?” Sultan—“Add a few cherries and serve.” He—“I hear Irwin Pinckney sang, ‘Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep’ at an assembly.” “She—“Yes.” He—“Did he do it well?” She—“He did it so well, that five persons left the room overcome with seasickness.” Logic! A poor recitation is better than nothing. Nothing is better than a good recitation. Therefore—a poor recitation is better than a good one. � Gene looked at Martha, Ah, what a pretty miss! He stepped a little nearer, Then gently stole a—way. Teacher—“Compare ‘cold’.” Freshman—“Cold, cough, coffin.” Teacher—“Compare ‘ill’.” Freshman—“111 worse, dead.” Mr. Holmquist—“How would you begin to tell about the psychological steps which lead up to the crusades?” Joe Fox—“I would look up the meaning of psychological. A Fusser’s Life History. (In four spasms). September. Mr. Meyer................Miss Farr Charley .................... Mildred October. Charles .................... Mildred November. Dearheart...................... Love December. Boob .......................... Mutt “Anyone would think I was drunk,” said the movie operator, as he reeled away. 113 QUIN I A U L T The Fable of the Unwise Man The following fable, which is probably of Turkish origin, is not without a touch of truth: As a woman was walking, a man looked at, and followed her. “Why,” said she, “Do you follow me?” “Because,” he replied. “I have fallen in love with you.” “Why so? My sister, who is coming after me, is much handsomer than I am. Go and make love to her.” The man turned back and saw a woman with an ugly face, and being greatly displeased, returned and said, “Why should you tell me a falsehool?” The woman answered:—“Neither did you tell the truth; for if you were in love with me, why did you look back for another woman?” Who Were They? Some boys and girls played hookey It was against the rule. So every night till 4:15 They stay in after school. Full many very trying tasks I’m able to recall, But having to pretend to be In love is worst of all. —Judge. Adam and Eve and The Apple. How many apples did Adam and Eve eat? Some say Eve 8 and Adam 2, a total of 10 only. Now. we figure the thing out differently. Eve 8 and Adam 8 also, total 16. And yet the above figures are entirely wrong. If Eve 8 and Adam 82, certainly the total would be ninety. Scientific men. however, reason something like this: Eve 81 and Adam 812, the total was 893. If Eve 81 1st and Adam 812, would not the total be 1623? The following is another solution: Eve 814 Adam, Adam 8124 Eve. total 8938. Still another calculation is as follows: If Eve 814 Adam, Adam 81242 oblige Eve. Total, 82056. We think this, however, not a sufficient quantity. For though we admit that Eve 814 Adam, Adam if he 8081242 keep Eve company, total 8,082.056. All wrong. Eve when she 81,812 many, and probably she felt sorry for it, but her companion, in order to relieve her grief 812. Therefore when Adam 81, 814240fy Eve’s depressed spirit. Hence both ate 81.896,846 apples. c v Twenty Miles On a Gallon of Gasoline. Simple Dictionary. Daschund—A low down dog. Kiss—An indescribable something that is of no value to anyone, but is much prized by the right two. Lie—A very poor substitute for the truth but the only one discovered up-to-date. Neck—A close connection between chin and chest, used for the display of linen, furs, jewelry, fitted with gullet, windpipe, hunger and thirst and devoted to the rubber industry. Tennis—A game in which the participants enjoy a racket on the side and raise the deuce over a net, while the volleys drive them from set to set and love scores as often as it’s mentioned. Blue—The only color which can be felt. Cemetery—The one place where prince and pauper, porter and presidents are finally on the dead level. Customer—“Here waiter, where are the olives? Hold on, bring me half a lemon and some cracked ice.” The Waiter— (loudly)—“Dumdums, half a bombshell, and a bowl of shrapnel.” Mr. Hawley—(just after the bell for the fire drill had sounded)—“Follow the stairs all the way down.” 114 QUINIAULT The Modern Novel. Farmer Hodge (reading the latest fashionable novel)—“I’m out of patience with that Gladys Fitzallwyn in this story! The way she’s abus n’ her beautiful eyes—she don’t deserve to have none!” Mrs. Hodge—“What’s she been doin’ now?” Farmer Hodge—“This here book is full of it. First she threw her eyes up to the ceiling and then let them drop on the floor; then she darted them down a long corridor, and rested them on the cool waters of the lake. Then she must have called them back somehow, for it says she bathed them in sad. salt tears, wiped them, and swept them with long lashes. Once she was fool enough to rivet them on the dome, and when I left off she was fixing them on the lamp. —Selected. None. She had just finished read;ng Edward Hale’s “The Man Without a Country,” and as she laid it down she sighed and said: “I cannot imagine anything worse than a man without a country.” “Oh, I can,” said her friend.” “Why, what?” “A country without a man ” Feminine Remarks. Returning from school the other afternoon a little girl proudly informed her mother that she had learned to “punchtate.” “Well dear,” said her mother, “and how is it done?” “You see. Mother.” explained the child, “when you write ‘Hark!’ you put a hatpin after it, and when you ask a question you put a buttonhook!” The other day a small boy was the first to answer the telephone bell. It seems that the person on the other end of the wire was a friend of his mother, and the following conversation took place: “Is this Mrs. Blank’s residence?” “No ma’am: it’s Mrs. Blank’s little boy.” Light of my life. Lamp of my heart, My Tungston, my Mazda, oh shine: Be but my wife Never to part, Incandescently fair valentine! —Good Night Nurse! If Latin is a dead language, why did the Romans say “Tango, tangere, turki, tratum?” Teacher—“When was the revival of learning.” Bright Girl—“Just before Christmas.” He—“I dreamed I proposed to a pretty girl.” She—“Well, go on. What did I say?” “Had a puncture, my friend?” asked the passerby, with an air of interest. The chauffeur looked up, and swallowed his feelings with a huge gulp. “No, sir,” he replied. “I’m just changing the air in the tires. The other lot’s worn out, you know!” In ancient time Italian youths, On hillsides verdant piped their lay; But now they’re doomed in city streets. To laying pipes the live-long day. Twinkle, twinkle little star! How I wonder if you are, Up above the footlights’ sheen, Forty-nine or seventeen. The Language. “Waiter,” said the traveler in an Erie railroad restaurant, “did you say I had twenty minutes to wait, or that it was twenty minutes to eight?” “Nayther. Oi said ye had twinty minutes to ate, an’ that’s all you did have. Yer train’s just gone.” It’s a shame that nations still scrap. For the victims they don’t give a rap. The Australian fight Will add over-night Many jaw-breaking names to the map. When sister’s beau comes Sunday nights We always turn on all the lights, And Pa and Ma and Sis and me We entertain the company. He sits across the room from Sis Like this. Our bedtime’s nine o’clock, you know, (I just pretend but do not go). The lights they seem too strong for him And so they turn ’em awful dim And he sits on the couch with Sis Likethis 115 QUINIAULT When Logic Fails It is hard for the person to whom English is his native tongue to realize what a struggle the foreigner has to understand some of the peculiarities of our spelling and pronunciation. One foreigner gives the following description of his first lesson in an English class: We have been given a book to learn the letters. I arrive at the class, having learned them perfectly. Soon, in the course of the lesson, we have the word 1-o-w. “Love,” I pronounce it, thinking the w has the sound of v. “No; it is pronounced ‘lo’,” says the teacher. “Then why is the w there?” I inquire, mystified. “It is there because that is the way the word is spelled,” responds the teacher; “but it is silent. Never mind why; it is sufficient to know that it is there.” Before long we come to n-o-w. “Pronounce it.” says the teacher. “No,” I reply. “Why will you not?” she asks me. It is some time before she understands that I am trying to pronounce the word when I say “No.” Then she declares that although 1-o-w is lo, n-o-w is now. “If you want to make it no,” she explains, kindly, “you put k before it.” You may believe I am bewildered. However, I memorize that n-o-w. The next word is s-n-o-w. I pronounce it like now with an s before it. The teacher laughs The w is again become silent, apparently for no reason, and the word is called sno. But that is not all. Later, I find that if you drop the n from snow, you can pronounce it whichever way you like!” Miss Burnett—“I am almost tempted to give you a test.” Student—“Yield not to temptation.” George, a well-known chicken expert in a small Southe n town, had just finished a term in the county jail. When the sheriff let him out, he said: “Well George, where are you going this time?” “I dean’ know boss, what I’s go'n’, but I's goin' so far from his heah jail dat it’s go n’ tak’ nine dollars to sen’ me a postal card.” Favorite Tunes. I I ove the Ladies.. .Douglas McKenna Michigan ............Ursula Hermann Sleeping Poppies.....Floyd Vammen Happy Heinie................Lora Beck Along Came Ruth..........(? ? ? ! !) How I Love a Pretty Face, Gene Potter So Long, Mary .........Tom O’Hare Old Black Joe...........Grace Johnson My Wild Irish Rose....Guy Morgan Martha .....................E'd. Hobi My Gal Irene.........Ted Brachvogal Dear Delightful Women, Dornford Reid Mollie Darling.......Mr. McNamara Louise .............Stanley DeLosh Sweet Marie.............Marshall Reid I Always Dream of Bill............ ....................Ercel Goehrend I Love the Name of Mary. Mr. Hawley Jeanette and Her Wooden Shoe.... .........................Bill Hugo Linda Mia.............Cecil Johnston You Made Me Love You.............. ...................Harold Anderson Good-Bye ......................Seniors “Oh. My!” she exclaimed impatiently—“We’ll be sure to miss the first act. We’ve been waiting a good many minutes for that mother of m!ne.” “Hours,” I should say,” he replied, rather tartly. “Ours?” she cried jovfully. “Oh George, this is so sudden.” ♦ A lawyer was cross-examinmg an an old German about the position of the doors, windows and so forth, in a house in which a certain transaction occurred. “And now, my good man,” said the lawyer, “will you be good enough to tell the court how the stairs run in the house?” The German looked dazed and unsettled for a moment. “How do the stairs run?” he queried. “Yes, how do the stairs run?” “Veil,” cont nued the witness, after a moment’s thought, “ven I am oop-stairs dey run down and ven I am down stairs dey run oop ” “Why are you so sure there is no such thing as a fourth d’mension?” “Because,” replied the discouraged fat man, “If there was I’d have it.” Percy B.—“Well I’ll be hanged.” Wallace—“Why?” P. B.—“They’ve suspended me.” 116 QUINIAULT Poor Thing! There was an old man, Who had a wooden leg. He could afford no rides Nor none could he beg. So he took lour spools And an old till can. He made a Ford of it. And the darn thing ran. Boyibus Kissibus Sweeti girlorum Girlibus likibus Wanti somorum Father of girlibus Enter parlorum Kicki the boyibus Outi the dorum. —Ex. Mr. McNamara in Civics—(Sec. B.) —“You people will have to double up on these Current Events today. We’re short.” 3 ! Favorite expression of a confirmed bachelor—“A lass!” Favorite expression of an old maid— “Ah men!” Oscar M.—“How do you feel?” Rupert G.—“Like a stove!” Oscar—“Warm ?” Rupert—“No, grate.” Mr. Miller—“Waiter, this coffee is nothing but mud!” Waiter—“Certainly sir; it was ground this morning.” Mr. McN.—“Now Gertrude tell us one of the important events in Roman History and mention the date.” G. Michaels—“Marc Antony went to Egypt because he had a date with Cleopatra.” Martha, a little colored girl, who had been admonished several times for tardiness, came rushing nto the school room one morning late as usual, with the following note: deer teecher: excuze my girl and don’t you scold her you think your smart dont you but I jest bet you couldn’t tell the time either if both the hands were off your clock. From Zero to Warmth. Teacher (severely) — “What will your father say to your low average?” Youngster (with hesitation)—“When Dad sees I’m down to zero, he’ll ‘warm me up’ I guess.” Ruth W.—“Nobody loves you.” Marie O.—“Wal he (Wallie) does.” The sleuths were hot upon his trail A street scales saved the day He dropped a nickel in the slot And thus he got a weigh. Why is Bill Landers’ head like Saturday? Because its a weak (week) end. Kris K.—“Be candid and tell me when you want me to go.” Helena E.—“It’s a couple of hours too late for that.” -, • Poppy—“Wasn’t it funny, Floyd didn’t impress me the first time I met him?” Guy M.—“No, but I’ll bet lie's impressed you since.” Aunt Jane—(forbiddingly)—“One of the most insulting th.ngs a man can do, Grace, is to throw a kiss at a girl. Don’t you agree with me there?” Grace—“I certainly do, Auntie, when there is no impenetrable barrier between.” What is the difference between a girl working in a beauty parlor and a bottle of medicine? Well, what’s the difference? The girl manicures and the medicine cures a man. Tell Me. Do Pullman porters ever get enough tips to make them tipsy? Why is Gene’s neck like a typewriter? I don’t know. Why? Why? Because its undenvood. “Is this the ‘Ocean Breeze’ board?” “Yes. Don’t we look bored?” Celia—“He stole a kiss from me!” Minnie—“Well that was only petit larceny.” Celia—“It wasn’t—it was grand.” from her muther. 117 Hart Schaffner Marx The Leading Clothes, ready to wear for men and young men. Styles to suit all. $15 to $35 PORTER COMPANY Home of Hart, Schaffner Mark Clothes. I 118 BUTTER, EGGS, CHEESE, Union Produce Company ALL KINDS OF Corner H and Hume Sts. DAIRY Phone 368 Aberdeen, Wash. PRODUCTS FIRE W. W. HART MARINE CASUALTY INSURANCE 201 East Wishkah St Aberdeen, Wash. C. A. BENDLIN � .srar j jt ararjr 407 E. Wishkah St., Aberdeen TAILORING, CLEANING AND PRESSING Stranger—“Haven’t ' seen you sometime somewhere?” Joe K.—“Quite likaly, I was there then. We suppose if we should say some original jokes were handed in for this issue some one would say, “Too bad they all got lost.” Newlywed—“I want accommodations for myself and wife.” Hotel Clerk—“Suite?” Newlywed—“You bet she is.” What is so rare as a day in June? Ham sandwiches at a Jewish picnic. February 22. Why should we have a holiday today? Because its George Birthington’s Washday and it only comes once a year. As Harold was going out one eve, His father asked him “Whither?” And Harold not wishing to deceive, With blushes answered “With her.” Mr. Smith—“Now we’ll call these two points P and Q, do you catch that?” Winnifred P.—“Yes, but its quite peculiar.” nltm-tluunT § (ClU ABERDEEN’S QUALITY SHOP 308 HERON STREET 119 Goehrend Company FAMILY GROCERIES 111 South G St. Phone 274 QUALITY AND SERVICE John Hanson Phone 22 HHcrcljant ®atlor 310 E. Wishkah St' FRANK LAWLYES N. D. STERNS Aberdeen Paint Company DECORATORS AND PAINTERS Painrts Varnishes and Wall Paper 303-305 E Market St C Makes3 He—(entering when his wife was taking a singing lesson)—“What are you trying to do anyway?” She—“Me? I’m just taking invoice.” Doris W.—“Why does your head remind me of a dollar bill?” Henry C.—“I don’t know, why does it?” Doris W.—“ ’Cause it’s one bone.” Some folks relish a blonde. Others like a brunette But it’s immaterial to me, I’ll take any kind I can get. Full _Line of Choice Meats Karshner Bros. Meat Market Phones 67, 68 209 South G Street A UTO REPAIRING AND PAINTING McBRIDE HAMBLEN General Blacksmiths 411-13 East Hume Street Phone 359 120 THE PORTRAITS ILLUSTRATING THIS ISSUE ARE THE WORK OF Messegee’s Studio The only Studio on the Harbor equipped for all kinds of photography work. BRING US Y0|UR KODAK FINISHING. 121 SUIT O’COAT MADE OF ALL WOOL MATERIAL TO YOUR INDIVUAL MEASURE MADE TO ORDER UNION MADE Makers of Good Clothes DUNDEE WOOLEN MILLS 204 East Heron St. Weir Theatre Building, Aberdeen, Wash. REMEMBER The Old Reliable Concern S. W. Johnston Transfer Co. BLACK CAT CIGAR STORE POOL and BILLIARDS Holt and Ultican 211 East Heron Street 122 IF YOU WANT YOUR THINGS SPLENDIDLY LA UNDRIED TAKE THEM TO THE LAUNDRY WITH THE REPUTATION “The Best and Most Reliable” LAUNDRY IS THE City Hand Laundry SILKS AND FLANNELS A SPECIALTY WORK CALLED FOR AND DELIVERED PHONE 199 302 EAST MARKET ABERDEEN, WASHINGTON JULIS BROS. CO. CHREST JULIS, Mgr. VIENNA RESTRAUANT STEAKS, CHOPS, OYSTERS, CLAMS, FISH AND Open Day CRABS, and Night 414 East Heron St. Jlnlu'S When you’re far away from home, boy And you’re feeling rather blue, Just take a look at your diary And think of the girls you knew. It will bring back old time memories Of the places you used to go. And you’ll think of the friends you used to have In the old town long ago. Miss Fogle—“Give meaning of veterinary surgeon.” Aurvilla Me.—“A doctor for old soldiers.” C. R. PRATSCH SONS Fishing Tackle and Supplies 501 Wishkah St. Aberdeen, Wash. 123 PLEASING PRICES GUARANTEED GOODS LIBERAL CREDIT Don’t let Dust Spoil Your Books Keep them neat and clean and within easy reach by using a Macey Sectional Bookcase. MACEY SECTIONAL BOOKCASES ARE BEST MACEY SECTIONAL BOOKCASES BEST ARE During summer when you have the windows of your library open, a lot of dust will blow in in sp:te of all your precautions. It settles on the edges of books, makes them grimy, and soils the pages. Everybody is doing away with the open shelf library and replacing it with the safe, convenient “Macey” system which expands as you need it and keeps every book tightly enclosed yet very easy to reach. For sale by Kaufman-Leonard Company (THE BARGAIN CENTER IN HOME FURNISHINGS) WITH WHICH IS SEATTLE e- • PHOTO ENGRAVERS IN THIS PUBLICATION MADE BY Making and Blake engraving 12 4’ In Case of Fire, Phone 44===— If Insured with Jones Jones, Inc. DON'T WORRY H MARKET ST. RED CROSS PHARMACY LATEST, BEST AND FANCIEST RED CROSS PHARMAfY Sundaes Drinks J. W. Baker Hardware Company Hardware and Sporting Go ds of all kinds. Phone 165 217 Heron Street The fools are not all dead yet—nope! Here’s proof if you will need it: I am al'.ve to write this dope And you’re alive to read it. Irwin P.—“Say. did you see that young lady smile at me?” Joe P.—“Huh that’s nothing, I laugh out loud every time 1 look at you.” Here’s to our parents and teachers —may they never meet. Little Miss Muffet She sat on a tuffet Hoping her sweetheart would stay But along came her mother Her sisters and brothers And frightened her suitor away. IF YOU MUST SMOKE CHARLIE, SAVOY CIGAR STORE ABERDEEN, WASH. FOR PROMPT AND EFFICIENT SERVICE ---CALL THE- BROADWAY PHARMACY. PHONE 99 REXALL AGENTS A Registered Pharmacist always in charge of our prescription department. 125 HUOTAR1 COMPANY GENERAL MERCHANDISE ABERDEEN, HOQUIAM AND RAYMOND, WASHINGTON FOR LAWNS AND GARDENS BEAVER BRAND FERTILIZERS PHONE 122 Willis R. Lebo Co. Aberdeen Hoquiam A Fact. We judge literature by the length ' of time it stays with us. So some of these jokes must be pretty good—they’re been with us a long time. Lora B.—“What is a pug-dog like?’’ Ina A.—“Oh, its pugnacious.” Joe Keith with a bottle of library paste in his band. Arthur A.—“Who’re you going to paste now?” Harry M.—“If a man steals your cigars he is guilty of theft.” Eric S.—“Yes.” H. M.—“But if he smokes them, is he guilty of arson?” C. E. BROWNELL CHOICE GROCERIES TEAS AND COFFEES Phone 244 213 West Heron Street Aberdeen, Wash. Everything Sanitary and Up-to-date If you haven’t a boy, you will want to borrow one when you see our line of — BOY’S CLOTHING---- A. M. BENDETSON THE RED FRONT 126 CONRAD ORR THE QUALITY HOUSE Phone 430 Cor. Heron K Sts. woor ) PHIPPS WATSON f0 A I I? Ul L W DEALERS IN J Li Phone 198 Corner Heron and K Sts. GABRIELSON HOLMER PURE FOOD GROCERS PHONE 50 305 E. HERON ST. 3lnk?0 Can You Beat It? Prof.—(finishing a long explanation) —“Any questions?” Phil H.—“How many holidays do we get next year?” Ima H.—“Did you ever take chloroform? Louise F.—“Why no, who teaches it?” Miss Rodell—“What is sandalwood?” Roy T.—“It is used to make sandals.” Dropped, a Remark! I had a dreadful fall last night— Tell me of it, Egbert— My wife was talking: I hung on every word, and then— Yes. yes, and then?— Her voice broke. With Apologies, Etc. Why is Mr. Ford such a wonderful man? He’s the man who made walking a pleasure. TELE- RED CROSS PHARMACY THE PHONE Registered Pharmacists only N Y A L 1 5 8 Heron and G Streets Aberdeen, Wash. STO R E 127 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 CLIMAX oarl Der onop 306 E. Heron St. Aberdeen, Washington q q JnkPH q q Some Family Trees Lovers—Pine. Waiters—Palm. Fop—Spruce. Rube—Rubber. Humorist—Chestnut. Widow—Weeping Willow. Fisherman—Basswood. Life Saver—Beech. Poet—Laurel. Blacksmith—Iron wood. Eskimo—Fir. Woman—Apple. Senior Girls—Peach. Sweethearts—Pear. Absence makes our marks grow rounder. Grays Harbor Renovatory and Dye Works 109 SOUTH F ST. ESTABLISHED 1905 PHONE MAIN 290 The only Steam Cleaning and Dye Plant in Aberdeen using the Hoffman Sanitary Press. French Dry Cleaning. Green trading stamps ABERDEEN, WASHINGTON 128 GOULD BROS. COMPANY BICYCLES AND SUNDRIES .ijnlu's Mr. Newlin—“Say. do you know anything?” Russell L.—“Yes; Why?” Mr. N.—(pulling out an Ingersoll)— “What is this?” R. L—“A Ford.” Just Before a Senior Class Meeting Helena—“Who are we go ng to the picnic with?” (Meaning which class). Neva:—“I don’t know, no one has asked me yet.” Delightful, Wasn’t It? Eugene Potter recently got some new collars and while telling a friend how much he liked them (we think he was boasting for “his” firm) he said, “Yes, it hardly feels like I have one on—last night when I went to bed I discovered I still had my collar on. Bill Landers—“I got 90 in English, put it in the Quiniault.” Mary Filler—“We aren’t allowed to slam the faculty.” For Stationery, Office Supplies, Gift Goods or SCHOOL SUPPLIES ------------SEE------------ Benson Office Supply Co. 219 East Heron Street A Fine Line of Gifts for Graduation 129 Emene Pianos and Players 110 East Heron St. IANO(2 Victrolas and Records Aberdeen. Wash. FIRE PROOFED BY AUTOMATIC SPRINKLERS HOTEL WASHINGTON Griffin Morck, Proprietors Grill open afternoons and evenings until midnight THE PEOPLES MEAT MARKET THE FAMILY MARKET HIGH QUALITY LOW PRICE FULL WEIGHT TRADE WITH US AND GROW A SMILE Phone 239 215 West Heron Street HJnlu's “What are you here for, my misguided friend?” asked the sympathetic pri'son visitor. “Well, you see, Mum, I’m the victum of the unlucky number 13.” “Tell me about it, my man. You say you are the victim of the unlucky number 13?” “Yes. mum. Twelve jurors and the judge.” To Joke Editoress: If you have any jokes that are too rough, file them. Perhaps these jokes are old. And should be on the shelf, If you can do it better Send in a few yourself. To flunk is human, to pass divine. Lives of Football men remind us That they write their names in blood, And, departing leave behind them, Half their faces in the mud. CARL S. WEATHERWAX ABSTRACTOR Finch Building Aberdeen, Washington COMEAU FURNITURE COMPANY LOW RENT PRICES Home of the Majestic Range SPECIAL ORDERS ACCEPTED ON COMMISSION BASIS 130 N. NELSON PHONE 2131 408-10 SOUTH F ST. ABERDEEN, WASHINGTON DR. G. CANTERBURY Dentist AUSTIN M. WADE Attorney at Law HOGAN GRAHAM Rooms 3-4-S-6 Kaufman Block CAUTHORN CAUTHORN, Inc. Lawyers REAL ESTATE AND Aberdeen, Washington INSURANCE Phone 355 Aberdeen, Wash. Rooms 334 and 336 Finch Building JAMES A. HOOD AGENCY REAL ESTATE, INSURANCE, BONDS James A. Hood E. F. Jones 131 DO NOT INVITE REPAIR BILLS—INSIST ON MONOGRAM OIL AT YOUR GARAGE OR DEALER. ‘•BEST FOR ANY MOTOR OVITT COMPANY DISTRIBUTORS LET US SEND YOU BOOKLET GIVING PROPER WEIGHT FOR YOUR CAR. THE GRAND GEORGE F. NYE, MGR. “Playing the Best COMING ATTRACTIONS JUNE 9—PAVLOWA The World’s Greatest Dancer Company of 80; Orchestra of 30 JUNE 11-12—LYMAN H. HOWE PICTURES Most Wonderful Ever Screened JUNE 23—HAMPTON’S COLORED JUBILEE SINGERS JULY 1—MIZZI HAJOS IN “SARI” 132 CANDY ICE CREAM CUT FLOWERS PALM CANDY COMPANY 112 WEST HERON STREET PHONE 686 BOYS: WHEN IN HOQUIAM TAKE “YOUR FRIEND” TO “PIERSON’S” FINEST ICE CREAM ON THE HARBOR PAYETTE'S MUSIC HOUSE POPULAR SHEET VICTOR VICTROLIA, SEWING MACHINES PIANOS ALL SOLD ON EASY TERMS MUSIC 315 EAST WISHKAH r THE CLIMAX CIGARS, TOBACCO. PIPES, CONFECTIONERY, STATIONERY, POOL ROOM — ALL KINDS OF SOFT DRINKS HEADQUARTERS FOR SOUVENIR POST CARDS AGENTS GLOSS STEAM LAUNDRY 306 HERON STREET ABERDEEN, WASH. 1 I 133 I Young Men! ! ! ! “An Inspiration:” THE FORD The most remarkable result of an IDEA— backed by AMBITION DETERMINATION ENERGY and HARD WORK ‘Think of ir F. F. GARAGE 134 HA VE YOUR OLD SHOES REPAIRED WHILE YOU BUY NEW ONES S.JACOBSON 209 So. G. Street, Aberdeen, Washington WANTED—to know: Do you feed night-mares hay? Little Gladys made a cake Made it all for Ikey’s sake; Ikey ate it every crumb, Then he heard the heavenly drum Saying softly, “Ikey come!” (And Ikey went). The Hospital Interne—“Are you in pain my man?” Patient—(irritably)—“Aw, I’m in bed and the pain seems to be in me.” Mrs. Guyer—“Where are you going? Another bargain?” Mrs. Buyer—“Yes indeed, John told me that half the elevators in Skinem’s department store are marked down.” Madeline—“I don’t believe Jack will ever have enough courage to propose.” Pauline—“Take him down to the beach where he can get some sand.” Artist—“Do you keep bees?” Milkmaid—“No, there are more up-to-date ways of getting stung.” Grays Harbor Hardware Co. MILL, LOGGING, RAILROAD AND CONTRACTOR'S SUPPLIES. SHELF AND HE A VY HARDWARE, IRON AND STEEL PIPE AND FITTINGS DIAMOND AUTO TIRES PHONE 437 415 S. G Street, Cor. E River St. Aberdeen, Wash. 135 WELSH-RICHARD CO.. INC. Commercial Printers, Bookbinders and Paper Rulers. 44 Wishkah Blk„ Aberdeen,Wash.