Western High School - Westward Ho Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1924 volume:

IDESTIDARD H01. WW1 M.uw I m m air. llmm w DOLIlME 1X WESTWARD HO For Graduation-T he Most Important Event of Your School Days A Frock 0f Voile 01' Soft Crepe ein the best of the seasons fashions, must be individual in its charm. We present styles for the sophisticated miss, for the naive type, for the girl of demure appeal. And each Frock is attractive in price as well as style. HUTZLER BFQTHEIQ Q Mitchell SzNorwig WATCHESe-DIAMONDS-JEWELRY We guarantee everything in our stock. Should there be a fault of any kind in anything that comes from here the matter will be adjusted to your entire satisfaction- - quickly and graciously. TIME PA YZWENTS 405 N. HOWARD ST. BALTIMORE, MARYLAND : ..Ih.. hHHHIh..' o l'luiull o ' LJESTLJQRD 7 W?- . H0! W4 Page FrontispieceAMiss Helen B. Palen .................... 4 Miss Helen B. Palen-Alice Bauer, 424 ............ 5 One Houfs MoodWMargaret Potts, 425 .......... 6 The Tree-Marjorie Grainn, W25 ............. 6 Hearthstones-WMargaret Potts, ,25 .................... 7 Red Letter Days of W244Frances Winchester, ,24 .................................................................... 17 DarningWLydia Meyer, 24 ................................ 18 The Morning-Mabel Hieatzman, W25 ..... My Life in RussiaWClara Spector, ,24 ............ 20 The Decision-Sarah Levin, 524 .......................... 21 A Thought of Spring-Marion Bower, W25 ........ 23 A Midsummer Nighfs ScreamWRose Sulli- van, ,24 ............................................................ 24 Among Us Westernites-Corinne Miller, 524.... 27 GayWs Bad Boy-Elizabeth Hart, 424 ................ 28 Eula m uh. 111 Page From W. H. S. to E. H. S.WC0rinne Miller, 24 38 Editorials ................................................................ 39 Enter the Man! Exit Miss Bonner!4Elizabeth Leonard, W24 .................................................. 42 To the Morning-Irma Rodekurt, 425 .............. 42 Alumnae Notes ...................................................... 43 Western World .................................................. 44-53 Short Cuts to Literary Fame .......................... 47 Exchanges .......................................................... 50 Athletics ............................................................ 51 Commercial Clippings ...................................... 52 .............................................................. 53 Senior Officers ...................................................... 55 Seniors ................................................................ 56-97 Class Song of 1924-4Evelyn Considine ............ 98 ............................................................ 99 Puzzles Snapshots 13,1313 By . Ceceha. NorFJk EareckSoh WESTWARD HO Miss Helen B. palen AVE you ever noticed a mother bird teach her young to Hy? The baby birds are very weak and timid. They must be continually urged and called; they are even stupid and must be shown over and over again how to progress. It takes infp nite patience, unerriug judgment, and continu- ous effort to teach them. Just so, the claSs of 1924, ixy'ay back in 1920, when it was very young, was in need of a leader, guide, friend, ttto teach it to fly,v to take care of it and protect it throughout its life of four years. Very Wisely, oh, very wisely, did Dr. XVeglein and that kind Fate, Good Fortune, select Miss Helen B. Palen to fill this need. Through these four years, she has been our teacher, wise and sure, our companion, staunch and devoted, our friend, loyal and loving. Re- markable have been her foresight and ability to plan and carry out every detail of parties, feasts, athletics, or dramaties. When we look back, we realize 110w often we have been saved from an unfortunate situation by her leadership. There are so many possible ways of making mistakes, you know, in a body of nearly five hundred members. But every time we have had one sure means of eseape-the wisdom and guidance of Miss Palen. Then too, as the girls say, HMiss Palen is always right on the job working so hard herself, that you just have to jump in and help her? liOurll Miss Palen spent her early life. in a most beautiful section of New York state, in a little Village called Rockland, situated among the foothills of the Catskill Mountains; 21 de- lightful spot combining all the beauty and free- dom of the country with all the conveniences of the city. Miss Palen loved this home. As Mrs. Edward B. Palen, Miss Palenls mother, writes, As a child, Helen was always passion- ately fond of outdoor life. At the age of two years, she would rock herself to sleep, sitting in a chair on the porch, watching the leaves blowing on the trees? ,Eesides lovely hills covered with great trees, wild tlowers, and exquisite ferns, over which to roam, Miss Palen had a delightful mill-p-ond on which she paddled a canoe for hours. Can you conceive of a more charming place for a home? Miss Paleu had an innate love for Home Economics. Pressing into service a Chair, to supply the necessary height not yet furnished by nature, she early began to explore the mys- teries of the culinary art. A love of books was also one of her earliest traits. Her father read to her nightly when she was very young, so that when she began to read for herself, her literary taste was developed beyond her years. Nothing in hction pleased her more than Wllhe Leather Stocking Tales, by Cooper, and Dick- ensls lKTale of Two Cities , Fiction, however, did not monopolize all her time, for she read much in the Bible and in books of biography She did not go to school as early as children do now, and consequently did a great deal of reading at home. She would be come so absorbed in a book that she was ut- and history. terly oblivious to everythinggoing on about her. Another interesting characteristic was her fearlessness. Her mother theither darkness nor other things that cause most chil- dren to tremble disturbed her; She loved a thunder storm, and was perfectly fascinated ll 0,111 afraid few of us could Donlt you remember how writes, with lightning. make a like claim. you used to shudder at the great noise the clouds made when they titbumped their heads? and how you used to run by the dark, vacant roomw Miss Palen was a good student. She ac- quired her education by studying at home, at- tending school at Asbury Park, New Jersey; i Ithaca, New York, and the Pratt Institute, Brooklyn. tNo, unfortunately, Western cannot lay any claim to having helped educate herJ Finally Miss Palen came to VVeStern, where she now presides over the hearts of the class WESTWARD HO of twenty-four and over that sweet little apart- ment on the fourth floor. tReally, the living and dining rooms are fme for committee meet- ings, and the bed-room is an excellent dressing room for our actors and actresses. Hurrah for the apartment 0 But now that we, Miss Palelfs girls, must say good-bye to our beloved honorary member, to Western and all the dear people in it; now, that it is about time for the history of our class to be recorded on the annals of Western, we want to say that all our successes, any good things that our class has accomplished, are due to Miss Palen, her inflnite patience, unerring judgment, and continuous efforts. If in any place our class has fallen short of the highest mark, this has been due to our stupidity, our failure to follow our faithful guide. In the works of our basketball ttsongsterll: tKHerels our tribute to her, lVe shall neler forget her, For we love her soft ALICE M. BAUER 24. ONE HOURS MOOD MARGARET M. POTTS, l25 0 blue! 0 blue! 0 dreaming sea and sky, 0 hundred silver gulls that kiss the wave With slender, pointed wing-tip! O thou grave, Majestic, silent eagle, soaring high Beyond the sphere of straining human eye-- Beyond the spirecl cliffs all bannered brave With virgin clouds, to which the heavens gave A whiteness that with angels' robes must vie! By sky and bird and rock and cloud and sea We mortal atoms, breathing soft in awe, Must leave our More-Than-Reverence unnamed; From vanities all of a sudden free, We grope, and strive to reach th' Eternal Law, And, sensing it at last, fall back ashamed. THE TREE MARJORIE GRAFFLIN, '25 To see the flaming sun arise, To feel at noon his burning kiss, And watch him fade in crimson skies, What joy could equal this? To bend beneath the tempest's strength To laugh and sway with every breeze, Or sing a wild and dreary tune, What charms compare with these? To have 'neath leafy arms a host Of living creaturesebird and bee; To guard a thousand joys and glooms, What task could greater be? We reach toward higher things than man; The buzz of bee, the song of bird, Our slightest stir reveals more truth Than does his deepest word. WESTWARD HO Hearthstones MARGARET POTTS, ,25 T might have seemed to a casual observer that there were greetings enough for every traveler in Un- ion Station that afternoon; enough and then to spare. But closer ' scrutiny would have revealed the slim Paris-gowned lady moving straight through the crowd with never a word for or from any- one, regarding the enthusiastic receptions accord- ed her fellow-voyageurs with a smile that was strange, crooked, quizzical, and a little touched with cynicism. A welcome for Jessica Bowen in Baltimore? Absurd! Yet Jessica Bowen was coming home for the first time in seventeen long, crowded years! She made a little mental grimace at that idea of homecoming. Baltimore, she was certain, would never again be home to her. Already she re- gretted the impulse that had brought her there, although her stay was to be but seven left- over days. At the end of that time-Floridae Kittredge Ellthorpe. She hailed a cab impatient- ly, resolved to banish thoughts of Kit Ellthorpe. And desire more to dispense with a dirty persist- ent little boy than to possess herself of his wares made her buy a paper before she tipped her por- ter and settled into the indifferent comfort of her taxi. A taxi! Jessica Bowen had not left this same city, all those years ago, in such state. She had a little fleeting vision of that Jessica 0f twen- ty-four: rather freshly starched, innocent, eager; trudging to the train in a hat that was-the Jes- sica of forty-one winced a littlee-really rather unspeakable. Oh, well! That was over and done with. Done with. She opened her news-sheet. Scandal and accident and crime. Just like any other journal of the type. Somewhat obviously humorous, and conservative. ilFamilyfl Jessica,s discreetly, tinted lips curved a bit as she thought of the things she was wont to read: the Hashing little magazines of her friends studio tables, Kit- tredge Ellthorpe,s poetry. But it was some help to realize that the paper wasnt horrible and llyel- lowf, Some photographs on the back page caught her eye. thflicers of Junior Class at Western High School? Those clear-eyed girls! They took her back even beyond that Jessica of twenty-four; back to a Jessica of sixteen, shy and awkward and pigtailed, a Jessicaebut that was so very long ago! It seemed scarcely more than a dim dream that she had once been a Junior at the Western High. Oh, memories; flocks of them! What made her think of these things? She had not thought of them for years. Was her whole week in Baltimore to be thus beset? And still, why not? They were nice enough, clean enough, pleasant enough memories, in all truth! Her cab stopped, which occurrence informed her that she had reached her hotel. She looked about a bit before she went in. Back on Charles Street! A quick little fancy took her; as soon as she had disposed of some of her travel-soil, she would come out and re-explore this Charles Street! The clerk at the desk eyed her respectfully, if covertly, as she wrote her name, llJessica Bowen. She saw his eyebrows go up a trifle. So he knew who Jessica Bowen was! But then it was only a part of his duties to recognize celebrities, she re- flected, as she hesitated for an instant over the address. After all, what was it? New York? Paris? Another of her strange whimsies ther interviewers called it temperameno and she add- ed, somehow inexplicably defiant to herself, ilB'al- timoref, iTm glad to see you haven,t disowned us, Miss Bowen? said the clerk, with just the combina- tion of deference and friendliness advocated in the Be-a-Success booklets. Jessica, turning away, smiled wryly. ' She liked her rooms well enough as she moved about in them, getting settled. Airy, quiet, cosy eyes, quite good. But she was restless. She did not feel like staying indoors. Perhaps it was the breath of spring in the air. Perhaps it was her loneliness. At any rate, she hurried through her bath and dressing-wishing rather impatiently for the maid who had left her in New York-found another of her gay smart hats, and sallied forth. Already the lobby knew her. She saw the meaning little glances and the whispered re- marks; knew as well as if she could hear just what was being said. liOh, yes-Jessica Boweneyou know the Salon. Per-fectely magnificent I ,7 it heardV ll. . write-ups in the papers. 3, Baltimore girl, and--- Jessica was pleased, subtly Battered. She was Jessica Bowen, artisteefamous artist-her pic- tures in the best collections of modern art! She lifted her chin and stepped out into her cityis best-known, best-loved street. Not so far different from any other city, all told. Ah--these buses were an innovation! She climbed into one with a definite sensation of pleasure, and liked it up there. The so-much-to-be-seen was easily WESTWARD HO viewed from the elevation. So much to be seen! Either Baltimore had changed mightily or Jes- sica had much forgotten Baltimore. Still, there just ahead was lyashington with his eternal ben- ediction; and a little to one side the golden dome of the Cathedral where, in her absence, a little great man had been laid to rest. And presently, the chaste simplicity of the Peabody, andeoh, Mount Vernon Place had changed! Whether for better, however, she was suddenly indifferent, for her fleeting attention had been caught by the unlowered voices of the two school girls seated in front of her, 'I was wild, Miriam, that's all! I never thought Dot would do such a thing, really. But I made up my mind that any overtures would come from her; so last Tuesdayeyou know she walks with EV on Tuesdays-she called me over to her in the hall and asked me to save her a seat in the assembly next day. Course I knew that was only an excuse. And shels going to movies with me next Friday; she promises? III hear Alice and Esther have broken upf! said Miriam, who had been listening scarcely so at- tentively as Jessica behind. nItls no wonder, either. Two people couldnt be so crazy about each other forever as those two were. Guess it had to happen some time. Jessica forgot to hearken to the rest. Those last words were like tshe smiled at thisl old friends to her. How often in those days she thought she had forgotten-had she heard that same thing said! And things similar to it. said about toh, it was funiin herself andayes, a yellow-haired girl namedeher name had been Katharine Cheswiek. Kate. How she and Kate had sworn allegiance, vowed fidelity. promised in secret eternal celibacy in order to devote their lives to each other! XVell, she had kept her vows of maidenhood well enough. Kittredge Ellthorpe! But Kate had married at twenty-three, that same year that Jessica had so seriously started out to llstudy art in Paris. And Jessica had sent spoons or napery or something of the sort, and proceed- ed to forget her. Funny. XVhat of that first love now? Did she recognize her Jessica in the Jes- siea Bowen of the new art magazines? A sudden desire to see Kate Hained in her. And she would see Kate. Mrs, Chilton Hargrave: that was she; Jessica never forgot a name. Mockng herself and the impulses that ruled her, she left her bus and entered a drug-store in quest of a directory. There was only one Chilton I-Iargrave listed. with an address on a ltroarli she had never heard of, in Guilford. The sensible thing to do would be to 'phone and see if this were really Katels home. but Jessica rejected the idea half-formed. She meant to make herself a complete surprise, if that were possible. So she copied the address into her pocket notebook and went out to find another cab. She rather liked the place where Kate had elected to live. A biggish white house with colon- ial tendencies, perched up at the top of two or three terraces, it was somehow suggestive of the Kate she rememberedein its simplicity andeoh -usua1ness. Her conveyance dismissed, she climbed the steps that led to her old friend, rather dubious of a sudden. It was erratic. But then who had a better right to be erratic? It is forgiven in the famous. At which thought she laughed aloud, wondering whether the truly famous were guilty of that egotism. She was getting as naive about admitting her superiorities aseas Kit Ellthorpe; one inch farther on was snobbishness. JeSsiea did not relish the idea of being a snob. There were voices and laughter within the white house; guests, evidently. Jessica gave the bell a rather tremulous push, and wished she hadnlt. Suppose she should go calmly in, demand- ing Mrs, I'Iargrave, and itawerenltaKate! More and more she felt like a silly schoolgirl out on a wild-goose chase. Jessica Bowen. Rut she snapped shut her teeth on the reflection, vexed again at herself and her growing complacency. Quaint was the quick thought that the Jessica who had said goodbye to Kate had not been con- eeited! A smart little saffron-eolored maid opened the door. It was done, this unbelievable, preposter- ous, absurd thing! ttMrs. HargraVCP't Like a hat Jessica donned her haughtiest foreign air, lifted her eyebrows and a shoulder. Now that she had committed herself, she would see it through like-oh. eon- found the distinguished artist! x The maid had said, IlYesim, a card .3 suspicious- ly, for many of these uppish ones were merely book-agents bluthng through; but she looked con- vinced when Jessica produced the little oblong cardboard credential. ttAhlll ynounce you to Mrs. Hahgrave. Jest step inf, Jessica, stepping, became aware that she had arrived on the scene of a bridge-party. Hor- rible, if it were the wrong Mrs. Irlargrave! The reception hall was non-committal, as she followed the Inulatto in helpless terror. A few steps brought her within view of the tables, and of the lady to whom her name had been handed. The late afternoon sun defined her clearly; her hair tHeaven is mercifulD was yellow. l:IeseJessica Bowen Mshe was bewildered. startled a little. Her voice removed all doubt. Jessica. with a comforting return of sang-froid, swept in. assured, majestic. WESTWARD ItWhy, yes. You dont mean to say youlve for- gotten nieeKateW Kate rose uncertainly and came forward. nMiss-MisseMiss Bowen! Jessica BowenV nItls hideous of me to dash in this way, isn't it ? purred a Jessica who was beginning to fore- see real enjoyment. ttBut I simply couldn't resist the temptation to come for a moment. I-of coursel-had no idea you were entertaining? Kate had recovered her breath and her coni- posure and was bubbling: HItls a bit astound- ing, Illl admit, but therels nobody Ild rather see. Jessica Bowen! Do come in and be lionizedf'l It was a typical, commonplace, Kate-like speech, but its sincerity was indisputable, and Jessica felt strangelyeinore than Strangelyee warmed by it. ItI love being lionizedf she said, handing her coat to the negro. llLetls begin at oncel'l The women Gessica thought of her studio parties that had scoffed at just such weII-to-oo, bridge-playinO', just-a-little-catty suburban womem were amazingly obvious in their dea light in meeting the celebrity, and gushed and marvelled, and Jessica admitted pride in the sensation she created. They ate the expected salad-and-so-forth, chattered, and presently went away. Kate kept Jessica. Really they must talk. llYoulreeyoulre with friends? only half hopeful of negation. her head. No; and Tin here for a whole week. The Castletons are meeting 1ne thenll CtNot the Hennningway Castletons ?lly nand we're going on to Miami. They had to stop in Jersey to see some rural relativeseoh, yes, Kate, even Rose Hemmingway Castleton has folks that live on a farnileand I decided, madly enough, to come and peek in at the land of my birth in the interim. Although, since Aunt Emeline died, live been practically cut off from Balti- more? Cth, Jessica! Our vows to corre- spondlU Of course Aunt Eni was the only relative I had, except some cousins in the West, and it was only natural, I suppose. But 1,111 enjoying it, even if I have been here only since two olcloek. And itlsegreat heaven, Kate, it s after six ! KWt'ou simply have to stay. Really, if I tell the Children and Chilt youlve been here. theylll kill me for not keeping you. And going back is ridiculous anyway. Dinner alone? Absurd. Your stopping downtown at all is, anyhowj', Kate; if you suggesteeit ttNo, I dont. I insist. Oh, Jessicalil Kate had stepped out of her marcel and her earrings and her ultra frock; Kate was fourteen again, she asked, Jessica shook IIO earnest, very, very pleading. you mightV Jessica laughed, again with the odd sensation of warmth. hWhy, you're still a kid, Katharine Cheswick. Andeyes, Itll stay with you P She reliected. ;erlt110L1g'li I'm sure I dorft know why Ilm letting you bully me so. I'm rather supposed to be unbulliablef But she did know. She wanted very definitely to stay in that home-house and observe a friend and a friendys family as they were, for it seemed to her that it had been years since she had been intimate- ly associated with anyone who had not a pose to maintain, and the plain American back- homeness of her was hungry for unstudied sini- plicity. Have a care! this was infidelity to her clique! That cliqueebut would it toh, the thought was uglyj hesitate upon occasion to be unfaithful to her? mfhen you mustn't think of going in tonight. You can get your things in the morning. Real- ly, Jessica, I havent been so pleased in ages. And Chilt! HeIs always bragged about our knowing you, anyway, and I dont know what helll say to having you to ourselves a whole week. But it's the children 1,111 gladdest for. Why, Babbie has always been mad about you; her room is full of pictures and articles.u IIO Kate! That your baby should be read- ing art magazinesll, tQIy babies, please. what he calls the once-over. is only threeeeil UJessica ? ttYes! She was born the year lFiresl got the Prix, and we just had to give her your name; Slicesheis grown up under a little colored print of that picture? Jessica Bowen was suddenly, startingly speechless; there was a ridiculous lump in her throat. This was the friend she had forgotten. She could not possibly have said anything more about those children, but she felt a swift poign- ant desire to see that little girl, that little girl who had her name! But KlHaye you kept up your music, Kate Pit was, after a pause, what she said. Kate, whose mind was as easily diverted as it had been at fourteen, failed to note anything unusual in the abrupt change of topic. She said quite naturally, with her little deprecating shrug, that she hadeafter a fashion, but of course it never amounted to anything. tINonsenseW Jessica screwed up her nose, disdainful of such modesty. l'I remember very distinctly; you played beautifully. Come, Katy, play for me. For pity's sake, don,t be kittenish P h'Iel just think Even Junior gives ieni Of course, Jessica IO WESTWARD HO ITd hate to think I was. But I cant fancy why you want me to play-eyou who hear art- ists every other day? Jessica could think. A Kate at the piano would necessarily be a speechless Kate, able to be studied, as she wanted to study her, to pick out the Changes, to ruminate a little. This Mrs, Hargraveethe title seemed odd- was forty, Jessica knew, but her years sat light- ly upon her. One might logically have esti- mated her five-or even ten-years younger. The golden lights that just saved her hair from taffyecolor were untarnished, and her figure was conventionally slim. Her dress was fash- ionable, but not individual; so, indeed, was all of her, from her waved coiffure to her shiny slippers. Just smart and comfortable and cheer- ful andethe adjective was recurrenteusual. Jessica found herself wondering hard what on earth had been the attraction between them in those distanteor were they distant?eschool days. For she had been the same aloof, par- ticular Jessica, minus only her sophistication, Kate the same sweet commonplace frivol; yet they had been bound tight to each other, and if anyone is here to say it was not love, let him be silent. Perhaps it was the thing called tritely attraction of oppositeseperhaps. At any rate it was something, and Jessica knew suddenly that it was a very pretty something. There was all at once a clatter outside: feet and rather shrill laughter. Kate closed her music with an air of finality and said, ttTherelre my infantsV somewhat joyfully, Jessica thought. Presently they came in, snapping electric switches all the way. JeSSica, whose eyes. had become accustomed to the modest glow of the piano lamp, found it difficult to make anything of the blue-and-white blur that had, instanta- neous with its arrival, burst in a torrent of amazing speeel . tt-gettin, romantic or somethiif, Mums? Look so cute sittinl'here playinl to yourself- oh, excuse melt, ttDonit talk so much? said Kate, good- humoredly. nMiss Bowen, this is Barbira. Barbira, wherels Junior ?u He and Jess went into the kitchen. dlyou do, Miss Bowen? Oh, I say! arenit t, Her mother laughed. IKYes, Babbieg', The tone suggested triumph. uI told you shed the awed to death? she added to Jessica. IiOh! Oh, Miss Bowenlll Babbie paid very slight attention to her mother. ItOh-eMiss BowenV, llHow do you do, Barbara? Jessicals clear- ing gaze swept the girl. There was nothing How You of Kate about her. She had, rather, her father's fiery hair and red-brown eyes; his stature, too, in its compactness and firmness of limb. She wore her red hair rakishly short, and her pink mouth was sweet and sincere and gay and mocking. wIlm-Iimejust thrilled to a peanut, she said naively and without embarrassment. UMothers always talkinl about knowinl you, but I never dreamed yould ever come see us, beinl famous and everything? ltBabbieV Kate sounded warning. llWell, you know itls sof, nIlm afraid Ilm horribly lax as a correspon- dent? said Jessica, Hbut Illl try to make up for it now, in person. But please get over this famous-and-everything idea, because I'm not, reallyfl nYes, you are? Bablbie was positive. ITve read all about you in the magazines. Pleasee how long are you stayiif? Ages, I hopeft ttOnly a week this time, though Ild love to make it longer. But where are the rest of the family? Ijni perishing to see them, too, you know? tjunior and the baby? Oh, Illl go get em. Guess maybe theylll be petrified or somethinl when I tell lemlli HThen yould better not, I suppose? Jessica chuckled, watching her go. tIOh, Kate, is she unique? Shels the first one of her I,ve ever come across? Unique? Oh, great heaven! She fills the house with dozens of her doubles. Its 21 won- der there arenlt a couple of them here tonight. There usually are, when 51165 home. But she hardly ever is. That school! Jessica, did it keep us forever in the afternoons ?l: tTm sure I dorft remember. 'W'hyeoh, your babyli, She stopped a little breathlessly, al- most startled. Kate,s youngest daughtereher namesake, by the way!ehad made her dra- matic entrance, late as is meet, andethe per- fectly beautiful little thing! More than beau- tiful: friendly and soft and sweet. mad and elhn and gay, the light of Puckis own mischief in her eye, and the tiniest tilt of the coquetry of Columbine already about her baby chin! Jessica, who had looked unmoved and bored upon scores of pretty children, was captivated. Being captivated, however, she felt extremely surprised at herself. The bOy was just the ordinary youngster of eleven, red-headed and freckled and wiry and very inarticulate with shyness. Jessica smiled graciously but briefly at him, and held out her slim lovely hands to the little girl. tISO this is my goddaughter-by-proxyl you know who I am, darlingPti Do WESTWARD H0 11 llMiss-ABowenfl said the younger Jessica quite distinctly, if with effort. tIYou little preciousV Of a sudden, inex- plicably, Jessica remembered a remark of Kit- tridge Ellthorpels that she. had at the time classed as clever and discerning. IIBlatant, in- ane fools who squeeze babies and reminisce? He had been talking about the usual run of people-ettthose canaillej, he called them,eand she had applauded. Yet here she was, she, in- tellectual, superior, artistic, squeezing a baby very hard indeed, and enjoying it. Chilton Hargrave appeared at that instant to break the startled reflection. He was almost comically surprised at seeing her; as he phrased it Ilknocked flat? Uessica Bowen! Well of all the fools luck P IIDo you mean mine, in being herePIi she asked demurely, and amused him quite as much as if she had said something really witty. HHere, I say, come off a fe110w! But straight, Jessica, 1,111 pleased as Punch to have you. I mean it? IIAnd for a week, Daddy? crowed Babbie from the davenport. IllVIaybe I wont put their eye out when I get to school tomorrow!u ttBabbieV It was Kateis eternal remon- strance. Jessica enjoyed the dinner at which Chilt Har- grave pressed food upon everyone and glowed; at which Kate, lowevoiced at the foot of the ta- ble, directed the saffron maid and corrected Jun- ior; at which Junior blushed and gulped and squirmed; at which the small Jessica laughed a good deal and behaved most beautifully; at which Barbara talked endlessly, without one final ' gfi Afterwards they sat rather stodgily in the living room and said the same thing many times. Bar- bara waved a Latin book at them as she vanished up the stair. ItWish me luck; Iirn goini up and wrestle with Cicerofy she explained. liCicero lit He and his book seemed very, very far behind to Jessica, butecloser tonight than he had been for years. It was only after she had gone to bed that she had time really to think. And her thoughts were such a riotous set. Impressions of that shock- headed scrap of impudence called B'abbie, the boom of Chilfs hospitable voice, Katels chatter, the perfect little Jessica. Sometime or other she absolutely must paint that baby-sometime soon, in case she should outgrow her loveliness. What a shame she had only a week! A shame? No, that was funny! Only this morning she had been gazing with despair on those seven days ahead. And Lrnore than likely she would be bored to oblivion before they were done, calling Kate and Kateis family all the inane idiots her friendseher Other friends-might have considered them. Her other friends. The Hemmingway Castletons and Zanchia Maroffski and the DyEnseignes and Kit- tredge Ellthorpe. Jessica found her brow creas- ing at the thought of him. Sooner or later, if she went to Florida, she was sure she would mar- ry that man. And, after all, why not? He was her sort, the sort she had elected to beusuccess- fully artistic, rather scornfully superior, opulent- ly Bohemian. Such a union would be logical, nat- ural. 3iutebuteJessica strained at those buts. They had always existed, but tonight they seemed to have doubled power. She was still struggling with them when she fell asleep. The presence of the saffron servant girl in her room waked her. IIMiz I-Iahgrave said yol wanted yo, breakfast at ten? the yellow dignitary explained, Itso I brung it up. Is they anything else ?il Ith, she shouldnt have bothered! Why didnlt she call me with everyone else? No, thank you, this will be quite all. Is Mrs. Hargrave busy ?li Jessica sat up and pulled the proffered peignoir about her shoulders, little lines of consternation between her nicely-arched brows. But gratifica- tion was there, too. NNo, she isn't bust said Kate, putting in her head at the door. HShe was just wondering whether or not she might come in? ItPlease do! Kate, you wretch, you shouldn't have done this. How did you know I breakfasted in bed at tenPlt HBabbie knew. of her magazines? W'ell, its just perfectly wonderful, but I can't have you doing it. Honestly, I'm quite over- whelmed. I suppose all your family has de- parted? nYes, even Jessie. Chilt and I had an awful argument about sending her to kindergarten. He wanted to have a governess at home. So we sent her? Jessica laughed rather immoderately at that. ItOh. Kate! How like you! You could always make me do anything you liked? Come, thatis hard on me; I didnt know I was such a selfish brute. But then I suppose I am- By the by, Jessica, are you quite rested ? Rested? I wasn,t tired. Why ?i, III thought if you liked weid go down town for a biteto get your things, you know, and look about I de love to. I went down yesterday, but it was no fun, all alone. So I came out to see you? ITm mighty glad it was no fun. then. Per- haps it will be better today. Tonight the Drakes and the VVyatts are coming to dinner, and 1,11 t'phone Jim Emmond theis unattached, and so I I suppose she read it in one 12 WESTWARD HO obligingy, and we'll have some Mah Jongg. You play, of course ?ll t'Nofl said Jessica, thinking of the things Rose Hemmingway Castleton said about insipid little parlor games. NIlve never learned? Oh, it's heaps of fun. Ever so much nicer than bridgeeIlm sure yotfll love it. And to- niorrow is Nancy Drakels tea; youlll have to go and be exhibited. The next day's Thursday, isnt it? There is something, I'm sure. Oh, certainly! Rhoda Blair is having cards and dancing in the afternoon, and the Manning reception is in the evening. I think we'll send regrets to the Man- ning thing. Theyire horrible bores. But Rhoda -I couldnt possibly. And Fridawariday I thought of having some people outegirls we knew in school, you knoweGrace Billings and Dorothy Wilde and Anabel Mercer andkand Genevieve Connings. You do remember Jenny Connings, dont you PH HCan I ever forget that giggle? But see here, dear girl, I can't have you going to all this bother for me. Indeed ll nIndeed nothing. Most of its stuff Ild have to do anyway, and your being here will just make it interesting. Wlhat, yOLfre going to get up? I daresay youyre dying for want of your personal maid, arenlt your'w tlIeniiss her? Jessica admitted. llVVell, I never had one, or pretended to have one. We arenlt elaborate, Jessica. As you've seen, we dont even make an attempt at dressing for dinner and all that sort of thing. lVelve a cook and a maid and a laundress. I suppose youlre used to more? III dont know: I never thought about it? nYou dear! You haven't changed much after all, though I thought at hrst you had. with those little foreign gestures. you know. Don't I prattle? Illl go presently. Shan't Queenie draw your bath? Yes, the niulatto jewel is Queenie. I've had her over a year, b'lieve it or not! She laughed and went away, leaving Jessica to rise yerv good-humoredly at peace with the world. That week was, for the most part. an unmiti- gated success. Once she had thought it impos sible, but now Jessica knew it undeniableeher liking for the women of Katels circle. They were so friendly and interested, so cheerful and trans- parent. Pose? Of course they posed, as all self- resoecting women do. But such harmless. unde- ceiving little assumptions, pardonable, and just a little funny. tZanchia Maroffskils exhibition tantrums ll iVloreover, they were sufficiently sin- cere, which is to say they were more sincere than anyone .Tessica had known for long. Then the men. From a pattern. too: iovial. careless. toler- ant, courteous; no affectation there. Oh. Jes- sica Bowen liked them, liked them all! She penetrated the mazes of Mali jongg in time, and distinguished herself by learning to count the score. Her dancing was classed sev- erally as incomparable, divine, and a knockout; all of which was gratifying, if accepted in the proper spirit. Her Clothes-she loved the women for being ever-so-slightly catty about her clothes! But more than her social activities she enjoyed the trips down town with Kate. On the very first of them, that second day, she was drawn ir- resistibly into one of Park Avenue's little art shops, where she went mad among the tubes and canvasses and sent homeewhat was she to say but Ilsent home'y?ea ridiculous, glorious amount of everything. Her first free moment thereafter tthey were astonishingly fewy she employed in sketching the baby girl. However, the pose did not please her, so ultimately she discarded the at- tempt. It was of some value, nevertheless, in that the brief session was the occasion of her hrst glimpse into :labbiels highly. interesting and strangely operating mind, tlSay, Miss Bowen? Ilabbie had said from the hassock on which she reposed, her elbow. on her knee, a fistful of tousled red hair gripped tight, tiyou do paint great, don t you ?'i Jessica smeared orange on her palette and grinned. She was conscious of it as a grin. llConie, Babbie, you make me blush!H ttOh, you know you do. Just look at that, would you! Gee-Miss Bowenlll ltYes ?,i ttYou know flocks of artists, I s'ipose ?ll KiHardly Hooks; I know some? hAbout how nia11yPI'l ttOh, good heavens, I never counted them! :lesides, you know, my idea of an artist and yours inightnlt coincide.U lISounds like geometry. But sure, I know what you mean. I think they do, thougheour ideas. I End out about yem in the magazines, and the same magazines that have you in 'em have them. I just love readin about people like that; better than anything, next to gym. And they sound so darn interestin'll Are they reallyP'i lthell, youlve met me in the flesh. reallyf'm llMiss Bowen! grape-fruitls eyebrows! Dr. Becker said that once, at an assembly. He was talkinl about a girl named Edythe-but 111 tell you about that some other time. I mean the queer, wildish ones ll ltI-Io, ho! At least Ilm not queer and wildish VI like Mrs. Castleton. You know they say a drooping lily of a woman, given to moods and flashes of telling wit, and with cool, jeweled hands made for the music she creates, Is she like that, honestly? AmI You know I think youlre the WESTWARD HO l3 Jessica hesitated, almost imperceptibly ill at ease. bleshe's very slim, and wears a good deal of drapery and her hair is very light; you might call her a lily. She does quite frequently say cut- ting things, if thafs telling wit; her music-v-do you like her musicW HVVhy, its very erratic and modern; Miss 150n- ner says that sheeand thereis Zanchia Maroff- ski, lA strange, exotic enigma, at one instant a still sweet morning rose, at the next a flaming flower of temperament and passionf Miss Bow- en! Is she really that? Just feature it. T-3, She was rather inarticulate, as we are apt to be in the shaded sacred paths of: our very-most- secret ambitions. bl doth know-but Ild love to be like thatea morning rose or a flaming how- er. IteNot that I'll ever be, I guess? Jessica looked at her, inexplicably shaken. This type of confidence was new indeed, and she felt in consequence a little and perhaps absurdly awed. Zanchia Maroffski and Babble Hargrave! Zanchia Maroffski with her Vile temper and her painted eyes and her long jade Cigarette holder! XVith her lies and her innuendoes and her un- mentionable manners! ilBabbieW said Jessica finally, and was sur- prised to find her tone almost maternal, leou go get some Barrie and read it, and come off this Tnewl literature. ltis trash. I know, for live been where its made. You Can lind out all you want to know about art in a catalogue. Zanchia Maroffski is only Sarah Ginsfeld washed up out of the gutter, and sometimes she forgets she isn,t still there. If ever I find you reading anything she wrote, Till tell your mother and expect her to spank you. As for Rose Castleton, she was a perfectly nice Amer- ican girl who could write pretty tinkly tunes until she married a retired diplomat with too much money and got herself bit with the B0- hemia bug. Now she wears six-inch earrings and writes discord and calls herself a modern- ist. You just leave them alone, Babbie- alonelll Poor bewildered Barbara was sitting up- right now, with both her hands in a startled lump on her knees, and her eyes very upen. lTB-b-but, Miss Bow-en! You went like that, and theylre your friendslll Jessicais brush dropped to the floor and rolled, and Jessica retrieved it and wiped it be fore she answered. When she did answer, moreover, her face was rather pale, and very strange. tTMy friends? Oh yes? She ceased painting almost immediately, Her friends? So they were. She had thought herself indissolu'bly linked to them by bonds Of common taste and temperament. Yet-she knew itlethe things she had said about them were true, undeniably, irrevocably true. You're not like that;5j Then there werentt any bonds of common taste and temperament? Then why-seventeen years! And she had been happy. Or had she just thought herself happy? Gnat straining! ls there a dlft'er- ence? Jessica thought not. A swiftly fleeting Vision of her New York studio flashed into her mental Vision; a big, smoke-filled room, bizarre- ly decorated; people in elaborate postures; Kit- tredge Ellthorpe's smooth barytone predomi- nant-he is reading a poem. His own, of course. Kittredge Elllthorpe, whom perhaps ther Tprobablyh had altered to the weaker termy she was to marry! If she went to Flor- a ida! Florida was coming nearer, too. Only seven days in allehow pitiably short! Florida, with the group she was so steadily Uessica! JessicaD and so quickly growing away from. Why, see here, she was acting like a schoolgirl! Of course they were her friends. Faults, but who hadn7t them? As to marry- ing, that was a matter strictly between Kit Ellthorpe and herself! On Friday she received the first communica- tion from her Clique. Rose Hemmingway Cas- tleton, to whom she .had wired her address, wrote to inquire whether Jessica would die of boredom in another week of separation; Aunt Sukey was making them stay over, and they couldnt refuse, because the old hend held the purse-strings of several fortunes. Of course, she was desolatede$ Jessica certainly would not die of boredom, and the Hargraves exulted. This would mean that Miss Bowen would be on for Babbiels dance. It was her first formal one, Kate ex- plained, and a very informal formal one it was to be; but Babbie, dear child, was so mad and excited about it, and Jessicals being present would make it absolutely perfect for her. The following Monday came another letter, a bit more engaging. A glance at the hand- writing told jessica the writer, and she sat down rather breathlessly to read. The signa- ture was a mere scrawled Kit? which, even before she began, vaguely displeased her. The salutation, too, to most magnificent JessicaV They seemed somehow impertinent, assump- tive of a familiarity she was not aware that she had permitted. But then-she did not fin- ish the thought. It was a full letter, and, she admitted, an in- teresting one. Ellthorpe, having finished his business in New York, was going on to Miami; of course t-of course a he was going to srop at Baltimore to see her. He had been deep in colloquy with his publisher, for his new volume was at last completed and had gone to press. l4 WESTWARD HO Especially did he want to see her about the dedication. tlHearthstonesf he had called the thing, after the first poem in the collection; much also had he to say to Jessica concerning hearthstones, hers and his. And so on, until he was hers as ever. jessica, hnishing her letter, put her hands to her cheeks to find them hot. Ellthorpe had specified Thursday for his arriv 1. Thursday. That meant that on Thursday, three short days away, she might be called upon to settle deft nivtely the question of what her life was to be. It frightened her. Not that she would have admitted it, but she was, very decidedly, fright- ened. Her reaction to the impending crisis was a common one. She went to work. At least she had got that little girl in a pose that thoroughly suited her, and she devoted as much of her time as Kate would allow to the painting. The baby sat on her hassock by the lire that early spring svtill permitted, her hands on her knees and her gaze very serious; the blaze threw en- trancing lights and shadows, and her hair was very gold against the dim mission and tapestry that happened to form the background. Jessica, painting feverishly, thought of the title of Ell- thorpels book as a fitting name for her own creation. nHearthstones ?ll ttHere was a hearthstone, a real one. What did Ellthorpe know about them? Gypsy creature, he-like all Of them-chasing from one continent to an- other, opening and Closing his unhomelike studio, flitting here and there with Nfl'lClldSUl The picture, in its embryo form, promised to be a real success. Jessica thought of it as her Salon offering for the spring, buteoh, folly! No one can paint a picture in a week; in a week Jessica Bowen would have packed up, or possibly deserted, her unhnished canvas and gone away to the man sheeor was she? On Wednesday Kate removed her by force from small Jessica and the paint tubes. ttYou have to go to Doris Haywardls tea with me. Its a farewell thing; shels leaving for Italy Saturday. Besides, I want you to see her apartment, its such a duck! The llduckll proved to be located on Charles Street, in one of thOSe grand old dwellings whose original owners would have shuddered at a t-o-let sign; and, once she arrived, Jessica was not sorry she had come. The place mer- ited its praise. The 'first instinctive thought was IlVVhat a studio it would niakel'l She said somethng of that nature, a little later, to the depahting occupant. lKYes, I suppose it would? Miss Hayward was vaguely regretful. ItIt would make a lovely anything, I think. I never had such a dear place. As it happens, my lease is up, but I understand they havenlt another tenant yet. I do hope it isnlt someone whoill spoil it! You- you arent thinking of stopping here, are you? I'd just love somebody like you to take it. I feel responsible and protective, somehow. Its been such a honiell, Jessica felt alarmed at the girls words: they were too nearly an embodiment of the thoughts that had come to chase through her own head. It made her panicky! She prevailed upon Kate to leave shortly after, and found herself gasping for breath as they reached the sidewalk. Her agitation, however, was not noticed by the rather bored Katharine, who recalled a desul- tory desire to see her seamstress ; to which end they boarded an in-town bus, Jessica grate- fully, for on that airy roof she found a nippy breeze that seemed somehow to smooth out her turmoil. Kate chattered on as usual. There was a comfortable quality to Katels conversee when you didnt listen, you missed little. Preis- ently, however, a bit of her lightning-Hre com- mentary captured Jessicays straying attention and registered. HOld Saint Paulls. Dont you think its just the dearest place? We honest-to-goodness Baltimoreans are so proud of it, you know, and even expatriates like you must be fond of it, areift y-ou.pH Jessica caught her breatl . NOld Saint Paulls! Oh, the years and years since Ilve been there! HBut you havent forgotten, have you? VVouldnlt you like to peek in again? Itls too sweet an old place to forget, Jessical'i :tYes, too sweet an old place to forget? Jes- sica repeated a little tonelessly; then, in a burst of brisk decision: le going in now for a minute or two! wAll right? Kate was matter-of-fact. llWould you mind, darling, if I didnl't? Ild like to see that sewing womaneshe lives a few squares dow11eeand I could meet you latert At half-past four, say; its ten after nowf, Old Saint Paullseyellow and quaint and be- loved and benign! Jessica stepped softly into the great quiet place, even her breathing a little hushed. Everyone in lthereea handful, scat- tered hit-or-miss in the pewsewas so still, 50- so . She could not Hind the word, but she felt a little apologetic to them, ashamed almost, for the exaggerated click of her rather extreme heels on the tiling. Glad to step into a pew and cease the clatter! N0w thow familiar it seemedD to her knees. laced fingers on the back of the pew ahead, head bowed. When she lifted her eyes, she became amazedly aware that the Church swam in a damp blur, thate WESTWARD HO l5 tears? tears? Jessica Bowen, on her knees, in' a church, and-in tears! She struggled with them. Oh, the whiteness, wthe nearly unbear- able whiteness of that altar! Across the aisle a woman in the multitudinous veils of recent bereavement was reading from her prayer- book, her black-framed white face no more sor- rowful and more composed by far than Jessi- cals own. Just ahead an old churchman rose from his knees and made his way down the aisle, his queer cloak thrown aside to reveal the cross of his order gleaming against his somber vest. Jessica watched him go; just at the door- way he paused to sweep it all with a final glance, kindly, half-wistful-loving, that was it! Jessica rose abruptly and followed him, forcing herself to fight those unreasonable, in- explicable tears that came again. She walked about res-tlessly until Kate came, and that night she pleaded headache in order to disappear directly after dinner. She felt caught. Caught! In the tendrils of this vine that was creeping so surely up and around her, tearing her away from the things she had grown to know, tangling her with a million little pleasant things, binding her as she had never dreamed she could be bound, to Baltimore. That night her eyes were unshut far into the little hours, and she was thinking long, long thoughts. Ellthorpe had asked that she meet his train. She did so, feeling, however, a trifle resentful- no one had met her! But then they had not known. What of it, anyway, when this lump of terror was climbing the column of her throat? She could feel it pulsing. Frenzy! With real effort she controlled her legs from flight as the train pulled in at last and she saw Ellthorpffs gray figure swinging toward her. ttYou perfect J'essicalll His voice was deep and smooth and round and complacent. tHer knees knocked. And she, forty-one. priding herself on being a woman of the world D Both his hands went out to her, but she offered him only cool fingers and a cooler smile. tlDonlt boom, Kit,U she told him. tlltls sup- posed to be rather bourgeois, isnt it? Perhaps Ild better look it up in my Lewis. Can it be that youlve been neglecting the infallible Sinclair? KlStill our lady of the curled-up mouth, ehPI, He was laughing, but a little taken-aback, she fancied, and thoughtful about the eyes. It stif- fened her. All the temerity came back in a rush. ttI donlt suppose youive lunched? Then let me take you. Where do we go in this place? The Emerson? Ive heard of. that? He hailed a cab. Across the luncheon table from her he seemed less to be feared. She lifted an eyebrow at his queries. HVVell, Jessica beautiful, have you been dying of boredom? I suppose youlve missed us artis- tic people a bit, at least?,, tlYou annoy me! Rose Castleton said the same thing in her letter. No, I have not been dying of anything, thank you. Artistic people? Balti- more is an artistic place, as it happens. Ilve met quite a few persons-students and graduates ewho were so genuinely artistic that they hadn,t time to be Bohemian. It was refreshing!U She threw back her head and elevated a shoulder. He knew the pose: it meant displeasure. e ttJessica, youlre vile-tempered today! Do stop, lovely lady. I much prefer your twisted little smiles. Jessica! I have so much to say to youe-l, ttNot now. You caift say it nowllt Then when? May I call at this friendls home this evening? I didnt even put a Tux in my bag? ttIt wonlt matter; no one will notice you. Bab- bieethe girleher f1rst dance. Come around nine. And now I've got to go and paint. The lunch was delightful. Ital, HWlhy, Jessica! You cant dash off this way! What am I to do Pl! ttYou might drop in at St. Paulls and say a prayerf she said over her departing shoulder. ttOreif you like, there's a very good gallery-a Walterls, if youlve ever heard of himll, She did not, ultimately, do any painting that afternoon, because of her sitter's absence. Well, she couldnt expect to keep that blessed baby chained indoors, of course, but she could not deny disappointment. Work was what she needed; work, hard work, to take her mind off the com- ing ordeal. The house was very gay and tumbled, with Babbie about everywhere, and Kate checking off lists, and Junior mockingly underfoot. Nine olclock rushed in while Jessica was still saying feverish, half articulate prayers for guid- ance. Ellthorpe would be lateeshe had never known him to be punctual'but she dared hope for no more than a scant fifteen minutes. She shivered, and tried to blame her bare shoulders; failed, because her Cheeks were burning. ttMayemay I have this dance, Miss Bowen? She looked up into the eager eyes of a gangling youth who might perhaps have owned to nineteen summers, and the eyes were adoring. She sent a lightning-quick glance of sparkling humor at Kate demurely chaperoning by the wall across the room, llIndeed, I should be delighted? As she swung out into the melee of young, young dan- cers, she felt infinitely lightened, happier. Her pilotls gaze found her face and was riveted in speechless admiration. She repressed a desire to giggle,- llFor sixty takes to seventeen, ItNineteen to forty-nine. l6 WESTWARD HO But she wasnt forty-nine by a long shot! And it was something to know that there was another man in the world who looked twice at her. Heeher captiveewas murmuring ecstatic if inane thanks when Queenie sought her with the information that a gelmen was waitin' in the li- brary. You will excuse me now? I did so much en- joy the dancing F, Oh, yes! Yes, Miss BowenlU She went out of the engulfingly-enamored state with her chin very high, strangely fortified. E11- thorpe was standing before the fire, his hands clasped nervously at his back. He turned quickly as she came in, and raised his eyes at her tlamin gown. llOut dancing with the children, eh? Jove, Jess, you look a girl yourself ! ' ltI-Iow nice of you to think so, Kit! If I had a diary I'd enter that in capitals. But I dont have a diary; never kept one. I think they're such indiscreet things, donlt you? People are always finding them and ll He interrupted. mXVhat'ls the idea of the bab- ble, Jessica? IS truth, 0' b Ilve never seen so little time change anyone the way this week has Changed you. I can't get within a mile of you, you lovely iceberg, and I don't like iteI don't like it at all. lllielle dame sans Inerci? I've never played it before. Ilve learned Mah Jongg. It IlMah Jongg l'l He waved it away with an ime patient hand. hI didn't come to prattle, my dear. I suppose you know why I did come. You must. Jessica, look at me! We've been drifting towards engagement for almost two years now, but, with one thing or another, Iebut this is a priceless op- portunity; we couldn't be more alone. So here I am asking, in the approved, Mid-Victorian fash- ion. NWill you have me, Jessica ?'l It was a query but there was little question- ing in it. She felt it to be what he had practical- ly said it was-a matter of form. The only sen- sation of which at the moment she was con- scious was anger, high, fearing, unreasoning anger. Charming role, but Speaking of playing, ,5 7710 editors And she said, suddenly, fiercely, surprising herself as much as him, HNO! I wont! NOV, His jaw sagged. llJeJessiea! Youlre nervous. Yes, thats it. IeI believe youlre ill. Donlt blaze at a chap so! I was hardly insulting you, was I?' ' At that her sense of humor came to her rescue with welcome laughter. IlDo forgive me, Kit; there was never such a mad creature as I! But I'm serious, really; I can't marry you. I've thought about it a great deal lately. It wouldn't edo at all She smiled a little. HDont look so startled, dear boy. J, u I know what 1,111 doing, hIf-then what will you do? I am rather as- toundedaI thought it was understood, you know, but fl She could see, and was faintly grati- fied thereby, his genuine disappointment. DOP'l Jessica sprang up, her breath rather quick. tlDo? Oh, Kit, I've just only found out! There's the dearest apartment on Charles Street, and after tomorrow it is to be 111l11Ck111y own, Kit! A home. All the places I've lived these seventeen years havent been homes, not one. hit that will be! And Ian going to love it, Kit. Per- haps Illl let you come to see me sometimes, if you'd like to. Though the people here aren't your sort. Nothnot at all? HThat doesnt matter much. Ild love to come? if you'll let me. Iim hurteI won't deny it, Jes- sica; but I guess tit's a sudden feeling that you are right; we arelft for each other. I'd rather planned that the dedication of lHearthstonesl should be KTO My VVifef and noweit won't. Jessica, would you mind much if it were hTo a Indy of the Hearthstonel.P Thatls you, you know. You werenlt ever one of us gypsies, now that Illll seeing it plainly. Oh, Jessica, 1 wish youe no end of luck. And it's goodbye. nowY' IIGoodbye, Kit. The dedication is wonderful. Goodbye? When he had gone Jessica went into the room of the dancing again, Kate drifted up. tired but smiling. nSo you came back, did you?v llYesf said Jessica Bowen breathlessly, her hn- gers against her happy throat, yes, Kate, I came back. Kate! Ilm so glad-so glad to have come back. talcc great pleasure in mmozmcing that flzc 75w dollar prize for the best literary contribution has been azt'ardcd to Miss Margaret Potts for her story Hmrtlzstozzcs'l and her somzct H'Onc How's Alfood. m Q w c 4 : x;x 4re a kmcmu ?owty Hill wa'wr Senior Red Leiier Da 5 of 24 ; Sthmmore ircus sz maze: Wimckeafejjll WESTWARD HO Darning LYDIA MEYER '24 YRA HALVEY sighed deeply. ! She was sitting in a rocker be- side her low work table, just near enough to the open window to be tempted by the glorious May sunshine and the sweet scent of spring flowers. Her darning bag lay in her lap, untouched; for, strange to say, the finest housekeeper in the old state capital was loath to begin the usual afternoon task. A spirit of restlessness possessed her, a feeling that was strange and disquieting. XVhat was it that drew her thoughts into Channels long closed and made her pulse throb faster? The sight of the well-filled bag brought her back to her duties, but as she raised her needle to thread it, she encountered her image in the tall, old-fashioned glass on the wall, and for the first time in several weeks she paused to study her reflection seriously. h'Yes, you, Myra Halvey, she murmured Slowly, well past fortyehomelyEgray and darning. Seems as if yorfve been darning all your life. First there were your pats and grandpais socks, and then the bOyS,, and nowfl glancing down at the shapeless black object in her bag, t'thesef! Then, with a smile, ill guess the only difference was in the colors. Your grandpais red ones were eyesoresfl The tinted walls of the room seemed to fade away, as one by one her Childhood memories came back. She could see herself, a pale, awk- ward child, bending over the detestecl hose of her iraseible grandfather. She could see the old barn where, in the few moments when she was free from household drudgery, she would hide away to dream of enchanted castles and wondrous fairy ships. She could even hear the babbling brook which ran in a meadow nearby, and which had always seemed to reflect her hidden desires. And then, like a gleam of lightning on a sultry afternoon, the idea flashed across her mind. A picnic to her old home! It would be just the thing to satisfy her incomprehensible long- ings and to soothe her disturbed spirits; yet it was so remote from her usual afternoon routine that Myra rose, a little frightened, and turned to the mirror again. tIA picniCVy her image seemed to echo, in horror, hat your agelli Myrals feminine pride came to her rescue. tTm not old? she muttered hotly, Honly forty-eight. A cold supper won,t hurt David and Jonathan PaineF Then, in a pathetic whisper, tTve earned a rest. Besides, its spring Vi And who can say that spring in Maryland is not as enchanting as spring in Arcady? Several hours later, a lazy afternoon train condescended to stop at a little village station, and, after remaining a few moments, went leis- urely on its way, leaving behind a solitary pas- senger, a tall, gaunt woman plainly dressed in black. Since Myra had not seen her native town for five years, and did not wish her sud- den Visit to attract attention, she took a round- about way to her home in order to escape the watchful eyes that are always peering from cot- tage windows. As she walked along the dusty road, she noticed the many changes that had taken place, and, once or twice, she stopped to pick a few Howers. Soon she reached the top of a hill where, at some distance from the road, there stood a dilapidated, weatherbeaten barn, tumbling into ruins. This was the only monu- ment of her birthplace. There were few people who were Interested in the affairs of Myra Halvey, yet many would have been delightfully shocked had they seen her that lovely spring afternoon. Back among her old haunts she seemed to be a dreaming, aspiring girl again. She climbed upon a strong limb of a tree tit was an exhilarating featJ and called to the birds, trying to imitate their cries in a thin voice which, though it sounded much as hinges do when they have grown old from disuse, thrilled with all the happiness of youth. She sang old folk-songs accompanied by the murmurs of the brook. She made the acquain- tance of a friendly cow, a forlorn dog, and several stray cats. While chasing a bee, she stumbled and fell, making a large tear in her skirt. In all, she had a glorious time. Late in the afternoon, two young truants re- turning from a day of stolen pleasure came upon Myra, eating her supper under a spread- ing tree. xtLookyll, said one. hiVVhois that?W ltGeefl his companion replied, after gazing at Myra for several moments, ttI bet thatis Myra Halvey, who keeps house for two crabby old bachelors down in Annapolis. Wonder what shels doing here? Maw sez she usta be an awful funny kid? So people had considered Myra queer when she was a child. What would they have thought of her, praying under the stars before she ended her lfday of daysU and started home- ward? Myra let herself into the darkened house just as the clock struck ten. mIloo bad that David WESTWARD HO l9 and Jonathan had to go without their bedtime trays? she said. ttI clitlift think it was so late? She removed her wraps, saw that all the windows were fastened, and silently mounted the stairs. At the top; a surprise awaited her. The door of David's room was ajar, and a bright light streamed into the hallway. TtMr. David! she called. There was no answer. She Came to the David! No one was in the room. Myra was beginning to get alarmed. She hurried to the kitchen; the cold supper which she had prepared was still in the refrigerator; the note she had left was still pinned to the calendar. She ran to the hall closet; their coats were gone. Bewildered, Myra returned to the kitchen and sank into a Chair. For five minutes, her thoughts revolved in a confused whirl. Suddenly, she was aroused by the sound of footsteps and turned to face a pale. worried-looking man of about thirty-five. lIVVhy, David Painel'y she exclaimed, ttwhat a fright you gave me! Where have you been ?l, TTm afraid you wont understand? her 6111- ployer replied slowly. tTl'm not sure I do my- self. It all happened so suddenly, just five minutes after Jonathan and I got home, and we door, repeating, TtMr. wanted to catch the live-thirty train in order to bring the boy back tonight? TKW'hat boy? rupted. Hl hope youlll take it in' the right attitude, Myraf he went on. NI know it will make a difference. A telegram came from Baltimore this afternoon, announcing the death of a dear, old pal;we went to school togetliere-ancl ask- ing us to come for the little son he had be- queathed to us. Of course Myra heard no more. She hastened to the living room, but stopped on the threshold in astonishment. Jonathan Paine lay sprawled on the sofa, groaning and grunting, while a tiny, goldenehaired child sat on the floor beside him, vainly tugging at his shoe. Something between a squeal and a eroak came from Myras throat. The stranger turned, and with the broadest of smiles which revealed two adorable dimples, he said, ttHewwo, Fin Biwwy. Tum to take care of Unea Johnny? It was some time before the tale was finally unraveled and before all Myra,s Charges had gone to bed. Alone in her room, she threaded her needle and began to darn the hole in the little soek that she had recently removed from a tired but happy tot. ltOne more pair to darnfl she said dreamily, hand this ones white. Well, I guess its up to rs women-felk to keep darning the holes in this great web they call life. And yet, that was such a wonderful pienielk' What happened Pl, Myra inten THE MORNING MAEEL HIEATZMAN '25 The morning, with its glorious rays of light, Shines forth o'er city, forest, plain, and hill; The sun on high is bursting forth anew, As does the lily from a gloomy night. The birds are chirping on the branches high; The bees are buzz'ng in their honey hives; The Rowers awake and lift their cheerful heads, As does a maid when her true love is nigh. The chestnut trees, that shade our cozy home, Are tall and large and glittering with dew; The wind, that sometimes plays a sighing tune, ls roused, and planning o'er the fields to roam. But hark! how beautiful and clear it rings, Welcome the mcrn'ng! is the song it sings. WESTWARD HO M37 Life in Russia CLARA SPECTOR, i24 WAS born in a city called Kive a Gabernia, in Russia. The Rus sian people called it a large city, but in America one would think of it as a small country town. Our home was connected with my fathers candy factory, and we were considered quite wealthy at that time. It was in this factory that I burnt my hand in hot boiling sugar, and the sear will remain forever. It is one thing which, whenever I look at it, reminds me of my old home. The first thing which I recollect was a war, or, as we called it, a pogrom. This is the story of it. One day the Czar sent out an order or ukase, saying that all the people were to come to- gether at the City Hall. My father took me along, and, although I was only four, this inci- dent made such an impression on my mind, that I shall never forget it. XWhen we arrived at the square, great crowds of people were there. The purpose of this meeting was to hear one of the Czarls personal friends speak on loyalty to the king, and also tas a pretensey to think about different ways to better the con- dition of the people. There were a few thou- sand people there, and we were listening to the speaker when suddenly about two hundred horsemen came in sight, shooting at the crowd. The people were stupefied. At first they thought it was a practical joke, but to their great dismay, it was not. Soon, several people lay on the ground, dead and trampled upon, and a great panic ensued. My father picked me up and started to run, but from all sides there was shooting. We had lost sight of my mother in the crowd, and were pushed about like a pack of dogs. Finally we came to my grandmotherls home, into which we ran, so exhausted that my father fell to the Hoor. My mother and uncle had not come in, and we were almost frantic about them. We barricaded the doors, and went up into a small tower room to watch for my mother. In order to go on with my story, I must first describe the struc- ture of the dwellings in Russia. There is one big yard, as large as a city square, within which are about fifteen or twenty houses. There is a fence around the yard, and also a large gate. At this time it was being guarded by some of the neighbors We could not close it, because my mother had not come in yet, and if the gates were closed, it would take a long time to open them. My father gathered all the women and children, and took them into my grand- motherls home, while the men watched outside for any signs of the soldiers, or as we called them, ltbassocks? As we waited in the tower room, there was a shout outside, and1 my mother ran in, very much excited and fright- ened. She told us that the soldiers were in the next yard, and that my cousins had been killed. After hearing this, the men closed the gate, gathered together clubs and sticks, and waited for the worst to come, although hoping against hope that the bassooks would pass our yard. But no, they were already banging down the gate, and all of us could hear the shouting of the mob. The men stood in the little hall in our house, with their sticks ready at hand, while the women were softly praying and cry- ing. The gate had been broken, and the sol- diers rushed into the yard. In the house, everyone was quiet, and watched from the little window the turmoil be- neath. The leader of the soldiers was stalking around, looking in every house, while a little old Gentile woman followed him. She was a friend of ours and knew that we were hiding in my grandmotherls house. Finally, they came to our house, and the soldiers were on the steps, when suddenly we heard the old woman ex- claim: IIOh, its no use going into that house. Therels not a soul in there except an old woman, and shes not doing any harm. Why dont you go into the house where there is plenty to eat and drink Pi, As she was a Christian woman, the soldiers believed her, for it was the Jewish people that they wished to kill. So we were saved, and I think God was indeed good to us in sending the old woman to our aid. The pogrrom lasted three days, and although the bassocks had not come in, it was still neces- sary to be in hiding. Soon after this, my fam- ily decided to come to America. We got pass- ports for a first class ship, and after our arrival at Bremen to take the boat, we found to our dismay that the ship had gone. We tried to get passports for second class, but there were no more tickets left. The only thing we could do was to get on the third class boat, which was the worst ship of all. For nine days and nights we sailed. When the people on the ship sighted the Statue of Liberty, there was such a shout of joy that the vessel shook. At last we had reached the golden land of America, which was a land of freedom and justice for all. WESTWARD HO q-he Decision SARAH LEVIN ,24 -- HUT in his little room away from the noise and commotion always identified with a boys college, Willard Parsons was doing an un- usual thing-he was thinking. And he was thinking so hard that he didnt even realize what an unprecedented thing he was doing. He was worried, and indeed he had good cause to be. The fact was that he was deeply in debt, and saw no way of paying the money that fell due the next day. His father had absolutely refused to help him again out of financial difficulties that should never have arisen. Indeed the older man had been shocked no little that his son, sent to college to prepare for the ministry, should have so indulged an unfortunate love of luxuries and amusements as to spend both time and money out of all proportion in in- dulging himself. Willard himself did not relish the idea of being a minister, but his father, a min- ister and a descendant of a long line of Presby- terian ancestors who had followed the same pro- fession, would not hear of his preparing for any other walk of life. So, Willard had come to col- lege, glad to be away from the restraining influ- ence of his home. A knock at the door interrupted these reflec- tions of his, and the entrance of a friend diverted his mind. ttHullo, Willie! Going to the dance tonight ?it asked the newcomer. IINopeeIlm broke!u came curtly from a not too good-tempered Willard. llGee, Will, Illl lend you the money. Ilve just got my allowance from home? ttThanks, lots. ItIs awfully good of you, but I cant goeIIve got to study for a quiz? tIMy, you are getting good. I never knew you to prefer cramming for an old quiz to dancing.U And with this parting shot the friend was gone, leaving Will more deep in thought than ever. In a flash he had seen a way of paying off the debt. It had been suggested to him by six words that were still ringing in his earselljust got my allowance from home. llAnd theyIre big allow- ances he gets, too? he mused, llenough to pay my deficit easy? He shrank from the thoughts that kept present- ing themselves with increasing attractiveness to his mind. The money was due the next day, and where was it to come from? He knew an answer. But would it solve his problems completely? Cer- tainly. Who would know? Nobody. The room would be empty, his friend was at the dance, he was a very careless person-in all probability the money would be in a conspicuous place. It would all be very simple, and then there would be noth- ing to worry about, and everything would go smoothly again. How easyehow very easy! Why, what was he thinking of? How could he ever have entertained for a moment the idea of stealllingethat was what it waSPestealing, and from a friend? The thing was impossible. All his early training rebelled at the very notion. And yet-the idea once conceived could not be dis- missed very easily. In order to divert his mind, he rose hastily and went across the hall to borrow a book and study for the next days quiz. He found the room empty, however, and was about to return when his eyes were attracted by an object on the floor. Carelessly he picked it up. It was a bill fold. In an instant he had opened it, and, escaping from his nerveless hands, several crisp bank notes flut- tered gently to the floor. Across the back of the fold in neat gilt letters was printed the name of his friend, Mechanically he emptied the fold, put its con- tents into his pockets, and, leaving the purse on the Hoot, walked slowly back to his own room. Dazed, not so much by the thought of what he had done, as at the idea that he would now be able to pay his debts, his mind refused to work. Even the sense of relief, the feeling most preva- lent, was not as exhilarating as he had expected. As to his action, no doubts crossed his mind, he was assailed by no bitter remorse. Several days afterward, however, when he had paid the money to his creditors, he heard of a rumor that was Circulating around college. It concerned a stolen purse and a boy in whose room the empty purse had been found. And the name of the supposed thief was the name of a boy he knew. Then it was that he first began to feel dubious as to what he had done. A growing remorse preyed on him all the time, but more than this a fear of consequences worried him,e consequences to himself, consequences to the boy accused unfairly. Incessant apprehensions filled his mind with vague uncomfortable dread. Un- able to rid himself of a feeling of impending trou- ble, desperate because it gave him no test, he came to a slow decision-he would atone for his misdeed. He would bury himself in the ministry, and by a life of self-renunciation expiate his fault. V :1: :2: :x: 2x :1: Shut in a little room away from all outside dis- turbance, a man sits writing busily. At a casual glance one might judge him to be thirty-iive or thereabouts, but a second closer look would show 22 that in reality he must be some five or six years Older. Life has dealt kindly with him, for a glance at his comfortable surroundings show him to be a wealthy man possessed of all the ttneces- sary'! luxuries that make life pleasant. Accus- tonied to be looked up to and deferred to, there is a certain haughtiness and pride in his bearing which does not accord with his ministerial garb. The Reverend Mr. XVillard Parsons is trying to write out the text of his weekls sermon. lironi the compression of his lips and the hxity of his gaze upon a spot on the opposite wall, one might think that his ideas were none too abundant. A timid knock at the door interrupted his ef- forts, and the entrance of his wife caused him petulantly to exclairn, 'IReally, dear? he said, liyou know I come here to work uninterruptedly. I wish you wouldn't find it necessary to disturb me so often? llIini very sorry, XVillf: said the meek little wife. WI shan't be a minute. I merely came to tell you that there's a young man who would like to see you .ii l'Oh, send him in; send him in. very busy now, I guess? In a minute the Visitor appeared. He was very youngescarcely more than a boyeand was evi- dently very much agitated about something, and wanted advice. The Reverend Mr. Parsons re- ceived many such Visitors, and he had the repu- For Iiin not so tation of being a very sympathetic adviser. an hour or more he was closeted With the boy. talking earnestly. Meanwhile his wife waited uneasily outside the doorethe dinner was getting cold and still Will was lingering talking to a boy. Through the door, slightly ajar, fragments of the conversation reached her. She swelled with pride as the polished periods fell on her ears. i'iWrill expresses himself so wellfl she thought, as she heard him say with fine convic- tion, HIt is better to be able to face your con- science without a tremor than to have the plaudits of the deluded multitude ringing in your ears? This so impressed her that at the belated din- ner she spoke to him about it and praised it. At her praise he looked at her curiously for a min- ute: a strange, unwonted color crept into his cheeks, and slowly suffused his whole face and as slowly died out, leaving him pale to the lips. His face looked old and wan, and. with a sudden movement pushing his Chair back from the table, he left the room with a weary uncertain step. Back in his room he sank into a Chair and buried his head in his hands. A throng of mem- ories crowded thick and fast upon him, memories of the pastethat past that he had thought was forgotten, buried in the new life of a successful minister. But no, they overwhelmed him with the intensity and Clearness with which he recalled WESTWARD HO them. A certain deed committed at college rose in his mind. and contradicted the high-sounding phrases he had so recently spoken. lrlis wifeis praise had awakened him for the first time to the hypocrisy of his position. It had not occurred to him before to ask himself what right he hade he, a thicfeto preach and lay down the moral laws to people who in reality could have preached with more justice to him. He stood more in need of moral lessons than they. Yet in his pride he had dared to be their leader. Suppose they knew his pastewould they want him as their minister? The answer was self-evident. But they didnt know! And was it necessary for him to inform them of it? They had never asked him for his past. And, anyway, how did the past affect the present? He was not the same person as the boy who had stolen a purse; that boy had disappeared, and in his stead was an earnest minister bearing no resemblance to him. An earnest minister! Yes, he had been that at the beginning. But somehow his first enthusiasm had worn off. Things had come to him too eas- ily. There had been no obstacles to overcome. He had immediately been recognized as a man of merit, and had been offered his present very eminent position almost at once. The comfort -no, moreethe luxury his large income had provided had been the main factor in dulling his high aims. Gradually, yet none the less surely, the zeal of his first penitence had spent itself in tits of useless energy, and he had sunk into a life of indolent ease. He was now realizing that his very success, so Vital a part of him, had under- mined his resolves, and left him once more a prey to bitter, bitter remorse. The amount he had taken was very small; he had given to the poor a dozen times the paltry sum. Yet was it the amount that counted? Was it the theft rather than the actual sum stolen? llareheaded he walked into the streets seeking relief, but he soon re- turned. It seemed to him as if every person he encountered branded him iihypocritef, Irthieffi and he could not bear their accusing gaze. Again that night he sought the streets. This time his determined steps led him to the station. In a few minutes an engine puffed its noisy way out of the depot, out of the sleeping city, bearing Willard Parsons away from his home. XVhy? Because it seemed to him that the only right thing to do, the only thing to give him peace of mind and conscience, would be to go back to the col- lege town and tell authorities the misdeed of his youth. For how else could he face the admir- ing eyes of his wife. of his friends, of his con- gregation, knowing as he did that every one of them would scorn him in their self-righteousness if they were informed? During the whole trip he sat noting with heedless eyes the swift chang- WESTWARD H0 23 ing panorama of fertile hills and smiling valleys which looked strangely weird in the dark night. As he drew nearer his destination and the coun- try became more familiar, he recollected his nrst arrival at college; and he lived again the earlier years of his life there. Once more he felt the pressing need of money, once more he paid his debt with stolen goods, once more he felt re- niorse when an innocent boy was punished for his deed. Then he began to ask himself what good would it do to give himself up? Whom would it profit? Had he the right to ruin his wifels life? XVas it for him to disgrace the people he had led, by a useless confession of a petty act committed years before? He did not answer these questions yet; a little later they were to be answered for him. As he got off the train, he seemed to be doing a very futile thian, the only results of which would be misery and unhappiness. It was early in the morning. The little town was still asleep. An occasional huckster's wagon rattled past him towards the market, a few early workmen strag- gled by whistling. No one noticed him, no place was open; the raw air seemed to chill his purpose and to blight his lukewarm project. l-lalf-heart- edly he sat down in the station to wait until the town woke up. W 4 n4; 447?: ' 4 0.. Little by little it came to life; auto trucks rum- bled by at shorter intervals; shutters were thrown open; house girls came out and swept the front pavements; blinds went up in store windows; people appeared in the streets, business men, women with market baskets, bargain hunters, and children; and now the town took on an active look. Disconcerted by the suspicious gaze of the sta- tion man, XVillard went out into the streets. Hur- rying people jostled him, as he slowly picked his way. How inexpressibly dear his comfortable home seemed to him now! And then he was ar-' rested by the sudden rush of a train. The sta- tion man shouted its destination. It was a home- ward bound train! At the sound of the familiar name of his city, there came before him a Vivid picture of his homeeand it told him the answer to the question he had asked himself. Eagerly he retraced his steps, and the snorting train bore him away from the little college town back to comfort, wife, friends, and his congre- gation. He had made an effort and failed. He knew he had failed, he knew that he never would try again. He was a minister forever noweirrevocably. M ,7 2; . ?'W'AQEEDL - Mg. m.- ,, , 9. A THOUGHT OF SPRING MARION E. BOWER '25 From all the earth, from far and near, There comes the message, uSpring is here! It is the time of mirth and cheer- The happiest time of all the yearl The sun looks clown from skies royal blue To gardens fill'd with How'rets new. And softly does the South wind blow The budding leaves of trees below. From meadow, mountain, hill, and plain There comes a call to go again To greet the lovely, bounteous Spring. From near-hy woods sweet echoes ring Of songs of little birds that sing A welcome to the joyful Spring! WESTWARD I-IO A Midsummer Night? Scream By ROSE ANITA SULLIVAN Rain and the night bear mystery, 5 0 mm the ancient lay? aAbzm Ben Ahmed. IGHTemurky, black night with a swirl of drizzly rain that made the chance post-midnight passer-by walk hunched and secretive as a murderer slinking from his evil crime. A night for a murder was the thought that ran through Gracels mind as she sloshed through the brimming pool that marked the curb 0f Cathedral Street and headed into the gusts that swept Mount Vernon Square. It was just such a night as this when old Fagin cowered crazed with fright in the dungeon from which they dragged him forth to die; a night like this when Flint, Choking on his last muggin of rum and cursing Darby McGraw, coughed out his life and thrust the map of Treasure Island into the hands of Long John Silver and the villainous Black Dog. A night of nights; a night from the Arabian containing all the elements of tragedyeadventure, horror, mystery, and suspense; a night of half- lights and shadows, of brimming, gleaming pools and slanting rain. Streets of glossy black, cut and crossed, re-cut and re-crossed with lanes of white and yellow from the scattered lamps. The chimes on Christ Church, a few blocks away, rang out the half hour. One-thirty! It really was not what one would call a seasonable hour for a young girl to be on the streets alone. She should not have stayed so late. Grace shrugged; she was nearly home. The Stafford was only One short block away. What had she been thinking? RomanceeAd- venture? Pshaw! They were both things of the past; gone like the Dinosaurus and the five-toed thippus. A loose shoe string bothered her. She stooped at the corner to re-tie the lace, a swathed, huddled hgure in the gloom. From be- hind her came the quick patter and splash of foot- steps-a heavy hand fell on her shoulder. A harsh voice accosted her. Grace! Grace! Amazed, somewhat dazed, she barely whis- pered, ttYeslil-and rose to confront a stocky individual whose features, concealed by a lowered hat and upturned collar, were invisible in the shadows. He shook her roughly and spoke again. tlQuick! Here! Beat it, Kid, they aint but a couple a, jumps away! Tell tSnowyy lt He was off. She lost the rest. In her hand lay a small packet. Too confused, too startled for the moment to act, she stood staring after the stranger who was running rapidly in the direction of the Monu- ment. Then, as her wits returned, she started after him calling, tlHai! Hailli The echoes took up the cry and the staid old square rang to her shrill young voice. The very shadows seemed to jump and scurry at the sound, but the Hying figure ahead never paused. Abashed she stopped beneath an arc-lamp and opened the packet. A gasp of wonder and amazement escaped her. In her outstretched palm beneath the light llick- ered and Earned the magnificent, iridescent, trans- lucent, living lire of the most exquisite gems she had ever seen! Her fingers encompassed a' for- tune! She tingled at the thought, to freeze with horror the very instant. They were stolen! It all came to her in a flash. There had been a robberyepossibly a murder-a the thief fleeing had sought a previously planted accomplice! She, herself, had blundered 0n the scene. Muffled as she was in her long rain cape he had mistaken her, and sheeoh, awful coinci- denceehad borne the same name as the crooks partner! AlGrace ?,i he had asked, and she had answered, tKYeS II! Now SHE was the accomplice! SHE$the accessory! To what? Robbery, certainlyemur- der, in all probability. And he had said theyh were only a little way behind! His pursuers! Jail-indignityedisgrace stared her in the face. Her frenzied eyes caught a gleam in the dusk by the Monument, Vaguely she made out the figure of a patrolman. Her heart skipped wildly! How could she explain? She could see already the knowing grins with which her story would be received. ttA man gave them to melil What a likely tale! They,d hold her, of course! She must get rid of the gems. Hastily she stuffed them all back into the packet. Quickly she turned from the on-corning officer. Faster and faster she walked, cutting over the grass towards Cathedral Streetafastereher jangling nerves feeling the Laws hands upon her every instant-till with a hysterical sob she took to her heels, and, shaking the rain of old Mt. Vernon Place from her shoul- ders, lied madly south on Cathedral Street. And the little Gods of Fate laughed loudly, jerking and twisting on the strings that sway the WESTWARD HO ' 25 human marionettes. What matters it that Man wills this or that? What is to be will be. Kismet. Call it ChanceeLuck-FateeDestinyeCoinci- dence as you will, the fact remains that Grace, seeking only to escape from the strange situation which had been thrust upon her, ran breathlessly to the very spot where the real accomplice was to have delivered the swag! Rude hands seized her as she was about to rush past, grasped her firmly, and dragged her to the shadows too startled to make an outcry. tlYuh little simp! Where yuh bound fer? Tryin, to hi-jack us! Gimme The packet was torn from her hands. KlNow listen, sisteregit me right! homeesee! Quick! leanl Beat itV, Roughly she was shoved out again on to the main walk. It had happened so quickly that she wasxft sure the whole thing wasnit one of those freaks of fancy. But the stones were gone! She was free-free! From the square behind her rose a mad chorus of shouts and growls-the horrible din of the hue and cry. Spinning around, she beheld a mot- ley mob of wildly gesticulating figures led by her patrolman of the Monument bearing clown upon her. Paralyzed with fright at this new turn of af- fairs she stood rooted to the spot. Once more Yuh go she was seized. Questions poured in from all sides. Charges and threats were hurled at her. A half-dozen searchlights played upon her. ltShut upll, It was the officefs voice that boomed out above the cries of the rabble, and a dead silence prevailed. thow, Miss? the big man went on, Atyouill have to tell us who you are an, what you,re doing on the streets at this hour. Thereis queer goini- ons this nightfy The myriad voices of the thobtl chimed in at- firrnatively. Shut up! roared the Law. ttNow, Miss, who are you? There was a girl in this some way, they say. Speak up! Shakily, with tendered card-case and engraved watch she identified herself and submitted to a search. Then, omitting only the last few hectic moments, she traced her movements'of the night to the satisfaction of her captors. NDid you see anyone run this way ?ll went on the Officer. Therels been a killin, donelt, Murder! Gracels throat contracted. Should she point him out? A murderer? Even now he probably had a gun trained on her from the shrubbery! Her teeth chattered. th-N-No, sir, I saw no onefl she stammered. But wait ,, Fear that they might catch the man and that he might implicate her uppermost in the Chaotic turmoil of her mind, she lied. llI think I did see someone run around that far cor- nerfi With a howl the mob rushed west on Center Street. Once more she was alone and out of the beastly mess. Adventure! Romance! She hated the very terms! Her peace of mind was short-lived. She barely stiHed a scream as the bandit of the bushes popped out again at her side, a wide grin on his evil fea- tures. ltHand it to yuh, Kid, hand it to yuh! Dat fake identification cards de dope. Dey wont search yuh again. Mind dese. Illl get lSpikeT, And off he ran! Once more she was the possessor of the jew' els! Again that turned-up collar had prevented recognition! Once more she stood watching a bandit rush away leaving her with the damning, incriminating packet in her possession. Again in the grip of that blind, unreasoning terror that had driven her before, she ran after the second thief as he turned east on Center Street and vanished into the shadows that mark the south end of Mt. Vernon Place. Never a sign of him could she see when she reached the spot. One moment there was a man madly run- ning, the next instant he simply was not. She was crying now and sobbing, her nerves shrieking for relief from the horrible strain. The water of the tiny lish-pool caught her eye. Here was an avenue of escape, a heaven-sent chance to rid herself of the package that seemed to burn like a living brand into her fingers. A quick flip of her arms, and the priceless gems sank with a gurgling splash in the rain-spattered pool. They were gone! She was rid of the cursed things at last. As though relieved of an actual weight, her shoulders were thrown back with a shrug. A sigh of relief escaped her lips only to change to a muffled screech as a huge shape reared up from the bushes across the pool. It was a maneea man whose wet evening clothes were stained with mud and muck, and who stag- gered gallantly forward to the brink of the foun- tam. tlF-F-Fear not, Leddy-hic-fl he spluttered, tTll sus-sus-save thy che-ild! With an awkward lurch he launched himself in a sprawling dive among the ferns and fishes of the fountain, drenching Grace with flying spray and festooning her eoquettishly with tendrils of torn up moss. He came up gurgling like a sea-lion and sloshed over to her side, the packet in his outstretched hand. ttHere, Leddyf, he bowed and with herculean effort saved himself from going over on his head. tTll-ahiC-Jill susesusv-save an,thing-anltime eaniwhere Atall. Ilm thief a new idea struck 26 WESTWARD HO him, You mememay kekiss thl noenoenou ble rescuer-hiel', H'Go way, you old fooll'l shouted Grace in a panic, HI don't want that package! It is NOT mine! Go away!U She tried to run, but he caught her arm. IlN-N-Naughty, naughty? he blubbered, wag- ging his finger portentously in her face, hI suse sus-aseeu youehieethrow it! Oh. Lord, here comes that Copll, He seized her more hrmly, and Grace, thinking only of the approaching Officer and her possible arrest with the gems still on her, struggled only to repossess herself of the packet before her in- toxicated companion could show it to the Police. hiVVatcha call this, huhzw The Officer was frankly ready to believe the worst. Grace breathed a bit easier to see that this was not the patrolman of her earlier experience. , KKThis maneattacked me. I want him taken af she began, but her companion interrupted. tlShels mlwifell, he shouted at the top of his lungs. TTGotta take her home! She wuz stealiif th goll hsh! Seelli In his hand was a wriggling fish from the pond. Grace screamed. lth, Officers? The irate patrolman yanked the possessor of the fish away by his collar. TIC'lmon youse! VVelll boil some of that cheap booze out a yuh! Sorry, Lady, better run along homefy She watched them go staggering down the stone steps, her erstwhile companion vainly e11- tleavoring to present his guardian with the gold- fish as a Itlill iii-iii-mento thl ea-easionlll She wanted to laughetoeeryeto screameto do anything to break the spell of the blind panic that held her. That awful. awful packet that seemed to rebound with devilish ingenuity like a fiend-possessed thing whenever she disposed of it had comeback again! Sheld show it! Hastily, jerkily she untied the string and spilled the brilliants into her palm. Theyid not come back this time! Her arm swung back to hurl them in a scattered flight, but they never left her hand. A terrific blow on the side of her head drove her half-eouseious to her knees. TlYuh dirty little welcherltl It was the voice of her first bandit. HDouble-cross us, would yer! Another hlow that, jarring her to her heels, seemed to shake off the haze from her mind! She was on her feet now and facing the attack, the light striking full on her face. thripes, Spike! It ailft Grace! Git her! She'll blow thl woilqsllj Light flickered from a swiftly drawn blade. Murder! Grace whirled, and, as the knife sang wickedly by her head, raced madly into the open of Mount Vernon Place, Death running but a few short paces to the rear. A milk cart swung round the next corner. Aid! Could she reach it! Summoning all her waning powers to one last agonized effort, she sprinted on. As though through a mist she saw the driver swing down from the cart and run towards her, a bottle of cream in either hand. She stumbled as he raised his peculiar weapon, fell and rolled to one side, her eyes following the Hight of the half-pint. Dead Center! The man with the knife went down full length in the gutter, taken square- ly between the eyes by the laeteal missile. She laughed hysterically. Clearly, she sang out, i the heavy cream went to his hea ll Then she fainted. The shrill blast of a police whistle yanked her back to consciousness. The street was filling with shouting people. The milk cart lay on its side, its horses nowhere to be seen, but the fight was over. The two bandits slumped dejectedly on a nearby curb manacled and man-handled to the queens taste. The crowd was advancing on her, a little bald-headed man in the van. IIMy brave little lady? he patted her hand. :KMy brave little lady, I am unable suitably to express my appreciation of your splendid efforts, but I shall see that the matter of a reward 3, Grace was on her feet at once. The strain had worn her poor nerves to a frazzle. She darted at the benevolently-inclined little man a look that closed his mouth and made him draw back sharp- ly. She was not her usual sweet, lady-like self, but she was emphatic! Oh, vastly so! I don't want your reward! she snapped; and I dorft care to see the face of anyone con- nected with this comic opera melodrama for the rest of my life. As for your jewels f, she was fast becoming hysterical. ITas for your abominable jewels,U her eye fell on the over- turned milk bottles littering the roadway, and her voice rose to a scream, lTll throw a pint of cream at the next person who says zjewel to me l', moucvswcmamcs X X XXXXX 17,41 Mllf XXI w, . XXIX! 1114M!!! W31! ' ,- .. IXXXX Kw, SoFkomOve-Semior Show A Wham 'm Wamt o? Somefhkml ingenious , Consult the. '50th omore Class. .They have Hut The Last Day di'stimtio'm 15' beincs the O'nlj MACH dunw w, 'HuL curtain Gf' Class thus ?cyr to lewdrcrtai'n Thug le be drawn across H195. the. Seniors wifk o. mount -- School year of NRA. Tareweu, crud. ??,CL'nuf alums! to 'denicbht comdLes then! n , X rhe, Bobbed Rairrno,mof BundifrWesfer-rlde. The above xs'n'f'o, Sum 1n mrifhmefio. If o'nl shows what is hmppeml'n , day after day, ed? Wesferw. L'xke Haymr LefC the x1301 Qucsgiow to be decided. woWacLaJs .'s- To be or 'nof To be - bobbed! . 741m37 WESTWARD HO Gays Bad Boy ELIZABETH HART, :24 A Sequel to llEdward,l A Play in Two Acts Scene I HE curtain rises a bit reluctantly as if there were secrets it would rather not discloseenot deep, dark secrets, the kind we put on the top shelf over the skeleton, . but little trifling ones that donit matter much to anybody except, perhaps, the curtain; such little secrets, in fact, that it is rather afraid yotfll laugh at them. However, it seems willing to let you into it all if only you are an understanding person, and probably would not even resent a laugh or two provided the laugh be sympathetic. The scene which it discloses is a studio,enot that it bears a great resemblance to a real one. It is more like what we would imagine a studio to be. I11 spite of rather outre furnishings and an almost ostenta- tious untidiness, it has an air slightly awkward, as if it were still a little unused to being what it is. The room is large, and there is a great profusion of gaudy cushions, variously shaped, scattered promiseuously around. A Victrola stands in one corner, and at the other side of the room there is a small alcove occupied by a writing desk covered'with papers. On a table Which has been pushed back from the center of the room are scattered a number of magazines with sensational-looking covers. By straining your eyes we may descry the words Black Maskh printed in flaring red letters on the fronts of several of them. At the back two large windows open apparently on an alley. Glimpses of small tumble down houses can be seen thru them in the fast-fading twilight. From the general position of the room we might judge that it was situated over a garage. Some of the furniture has been pushed aside to clear a space in the center of the room where a boy is working at an easel. It is Kay. He wears a smock, his usually smooth hair is slightly rumpled, and there is a rapt expression in his eyes. Directly before him Gay, in a faded, prim lit- tle gown that her grandmother had probably worn when' she was Gayis age, has taken an easy pose, one foot forward, a part of the skirt rcaught up in her hand. Her eccentric coiffure has disappeared, and her hair, brushed to shiny smoothness, is drawn plainly back from her face and falls in three precise little curls over her right shoulder. Of course we who know them realize that they are the last word in Bohemianism, but just at present they look perilously like two children utterly absorbed in a thoroughly fascinating game. For a moment there is silence. Then: Gay: Well, what happened next? Kay: Oh! The professor was posing the model, and I turned to the fellow next to me and said real low, III think her hand would look better on her left hip? Well, She looked right at me! Gee, you could have bought me for a cent! I hadnit any idea she could hear. And said, IIOh, do you Pit Just think, the model talks ing to me right in front of the class! I bet I turned all the colors of the rainbow. Gay ta bit jealouslw : Is she the pretty one? Kay: My word, yes! She has bobbed hair and Gay: I think I,ll bob my hair. Kay tthoroughly alarmedy : Donlt you dare! VVhate-and ruin my picture? Why it isnit half done, and you know Fm going to put it in the June exhibition. tThen, as an after thoughtl Besides, Gay, your hair is lovely. It would be a sin to cut it off. I tell you the truth, Gay, and I certainly ought to know, your type of face wouldn,t look a bit good with bobbed hair. And if you cut it now, it would never get this long and pretty again. Gay tsomewhat appeasedy: Do you really think its pretty? Kay 010w intent upon his picturey : Ereoh, yes. Say, wipe some of that make-up off your face, will you please? Gay tpoutingy : But I think I look much bet- ter this way. Kay tslightly irritatedy: Say, is this going to be an orginal or a reproduction? tEnter Edward carrying a coil of wire, a hammer, and some nails. Without speaking, he goes to the opposite side of the room, kneels on the lioor, and starts working at an electrical fixturej WESTWARD H0 29 Kay tassuming a dramatic positiom: For heavents sake, are you going to hammer again? Edward tblinking meekly thru his glassesi: Not if you dont want me to. tHe gathers up his tools and starts for the door. At the thresh- old he turnsJ Edward: Only, if I clonit you all wont have any light in here tonight. Kay tabsentlyi : That,s all right. I,m going to be out. tEdward disappearsj Gay: Well! I like that! Edward, come back here this minute! The very idea! tRe-enter EdwardJ Gay tturning upon him siternlyl: How dare you go out and leave us in utter darkness! You know perfectly well the crowds coming up here tonight. were going to dance, and every- thing! Really, you are the most thoughtless boy I ever saw. As long as you undertook to wire the studio itis a wonder you wouldnt do it right. tEdward returns to his fixture. It would be villainous to suggest that those first blows of the hammer were unnecessarily loudJ Kay tsurveying his quivering easel ruefullyi : Well, that stops work for the present. You can move now, Gay, if you want to. Gay tsarcasticallyi : Oh, no. Nothing would please me more than to stand like this for the rest of the evening. tBut she doesnt do it. She crosses the room and looks over Kayis shoulder at the picturej Gay: Oh, is that me? Whyeta bit disap- pointedh-I donlt look the least bit wicked. I might just as well be my own grandmother. Kay: But you donit want to look wickede not there. Do you imagine girls of that period wereeereBohemian, and all that? No, they very wisely left that sort of thing to the men. Gay: Maybe not, but I keep forgetting itis not supposed to be me. It must be terribly hard for regular models to submerge their per- sonality and become a different person for every different pose. tShe glances out of the corner of her eye to make sure that Edward is listening. He is, hammer suspended, eyes 'iixed on the two at the easel. Which is just as it should be. All of the crowd who were not geniuses quite nat- urally stopped whatever they were doing and listened when one of the gifted ones deigned to set forth his own Views on life. It was con- sidered something of a privilege to be allowed to listen, and thus Kay, :the artist, Gay, the writer, and Bobbie, the poet, whom you have not yet met, had a perpetual audience to play toJ pression, and all. Gay: But really, Kay, the thing is good. You seem to have gotten atmosphere andeereall that. She looks so prim, so preciseejust as if she would die if a hair blew out of place or someone said a bad word. How little she must have known of life, poor child! tGay makes a careless gesture, unfortunately spilling a box of Kayis pastelles upon the floory Kay: Oh, damn! Gay tthoroughly shockedy : Kay! Aren,t you asha tsuddenly remembering that she is too worldly-wise to mind a little thing like thaty- How narrow life must have been for women in those days! They couldn,t vote Edward ta bit spitefullyy: Well, neither can you. . Gay tignoring himy: They were slaves to 111611 Kay ton his knees under the table retrieving wandering pastellesi : Goodness kn-ows theyire not that now! Gay:-Jfo convention, to all the petty little details of life. They married, and that was the end. Careers, art, all that is high and beauti- ful ' tA voice is heard Without recitingy : Iive taken my fun where Iive found it. Itve rouged and live ranged in my time. And vae tad my pickint oi sweethearts, And four oi the lot was prime Gay: Oh, Bobbie! tEnter Bobbie, Hoppy tie, curls, soulful ex- The light of genius still burns in his eyeJ Bobbie: Oh-ho! You fellows here? Hello, Gay. Hi there, Kay, old Chap! Howis the pic- ture? Progressing nicely, I see. Say, listen to thise. ' tHe recites dramaticallyi: Love is a farce that we play for an hour, Love is a game without order or rules. To laugh when we love is the lesson to learn, To love without laughter the folly of fools! Thatis all PVC written yet, but I feel sure the rest of it will go all right now. A sonnet, you kn0w.l Iive only ten lines more to do. Gay: Splendid! Kay: Wonderful! Bobbie: After all, its all due to the studio. You know, Kay, that was a great idea of yours, efixing it up. You wouldift think to look at it nowetcasting an almost reverent glance about the artistically untidy room with its va- riegated cushionsi-that it was ever just an empty room over a garage. I think the crowds made a pretty good job of it, dont you? And as I say, just look what it's done for us. After we got a studio we just had 30 WESTWARD HO to live up to it. So hereis Kay with the best piece of work heis ever done half finished, and me with my poemeOh, by the way, Itm going to call it IILovefI I believe Iill send it in to a magazine, one of the better ones, you know. After some of the stuff Iive read in them, they ought to be glad enough to get a thing like thisr-And GayeBy the way, Gay, what are you doing? Gay tlooking slightly embarrassedy: Oh, a story. Bobbie timmediately interestetb: Can you tell us what itls about? You know we fellow artists should give each other all the help and encouragement we can. Itls not an easy road, the one we have to traveletclapping the artist and the writer upon their respective shouldersO but all geniuses had to go thru the same thing. We cannot jump into fame in a night. It takes years and years of hard work. Say, wonit it be swell if my poems accepted! Gay thastilyy: Oh, but it will be! Bobbie tvainly trying to look humle : Well, we caift be too confident. Sometime there are hitches-personal jealousy and all that. And- Kay tsurveying his picture with a satisfied airy: I think I got that hair very well. Dorft say those high lights wererft hard to do! Sometimes the most difficult part of a drawing is the spot you leave blank. Gay: It,s lovely. Tm sure it will take the prize at the art exhibit. And I dont say that because its me either. , Kay tputting in a little shading here and therey: I can see how my technique has ima proved, just since my last picture. Gay, you see here She looks at the pictureJ Bobbie ton the other side trying to attract her attentiom: Donit you like that last line,- mTo love without laughtereefl I tried to put lots of soul into that line. Gay tturning to Bobbiey: Yes, itls Kay tnudging 1160 : Now look how the drap- ery on this skirt Bobbie: Listen, Gay, would you put it like this,EttTo love without laughingii instead of laughter? Do you think that improves it any? Kay: Just a minute. Gay, look Bobbie: Oh, but say, Gay, listen tEdward, who all thru the scene has been fooling with the electric fixture, going out to test it from the button in the hall, and occa- sionally hammering in the most dramatic parts, has at last finished. He crosses to the table and starts turning over the magazines. Ap- parently he has lost somethingJ Edward: Say, have any of you seen the May issue of the NBlack Maskil? Gay tglancing in his direction and raising her eyebrowsy: Certainly not! You don't sup- pose any of us would trouble your low Class literature? Edward: well, it was here, and now it's gone , Kay tnastilyy : W'ell, I'lm sure it hasnt gone far. Probably you left it at home. Vlobbie tusing the interval to center Gay's entire attention on himselfy: You see, here live got the whole thing written out. tiLove is a$33 Edward this voice squeaky with irritationy Dog-gone it! I know I put it right on this table. tHe starts to straighten the room, dragging the furniture back into place, piling up the magazines neatly upon the table, and placing the pillows primly on the couchj Gay texasperatecD: Edward! Edward: Well, what have I done now? Gay: How many times have I told you not to straighten up? Edward: I donlt care. I thought if I put a few things in place I might find that May issue of the ltBlack Mask? And anyhow such an upset room gets on my nerves. Gay: Then you havent got an artistic tem- perament. Dont you know that real studios are always messed up? It takes half my time keeping this room looking enough untidy witl - out you going behind me making me work by putting things in place! Drop that cushion on the Floor this minute! Edward: But my magazine Gay: For heavens sake, stop fussing about your old magazine. I don't see what you read such truck for, anyhow. The ttBlack Mask.H thy, the very name has a bloodeand-thunder, stick-me-thru sound! Bobbie tnot to be outdone where a point in literature is concernetU: Besides, Edward, the stuff isn't doing you any good. Filling your head with robberies and murders and slushy love stories isnt the way to develop a taste for good literature. You should read vastly- erepoetry and prosewe Edward: XVell, there's both in the lt'BlaCk Mask. The most exciting stories! And the best poetry I ever heard in my life! All about Gay tspringing to the defense of her fellow artisU : We don't care to hear what it is about. XYe wouldnt contaminate our minds with it! She walks to the table and picks up a mag- azine. Turning to a page at random she reads WESTWARD 1-10 31 dramaticallyl : Then Harold, having,r killed five Indians, three cowboys, and a Chinese eook-I, Kay: Seems to be a war against the races. Gay: tiecaught up the beautiful unknown girl on his shoulder and carried her to it Bobbie twith a groany: Thatls enough, Gay, that's enough. Youlll have our taste in literature degenerating too if you keep that up. Gay tdropping the magazine on the table and dusting her fingers gentlyl : Illn going to swear you all to secrecy. I think Ild die if it became generally known that I as much as touched one of those atrocious collections of stories. Ed- ward Uiut Edward has HedQ Kay Hooking at his watchl : Gee! I have to go. Promised the Professor I,d run over to the Art Institute this evening for a little while. Ere anywhere I can take you, :lobbie? I've got the car. Bobbie tglancing at Gayl : No, I think note Kay: Ill be passing right by Sarals. Bobbie: That tloestft mean anything to me. Kay: I could drop you at Billyls just as easy as not. Some of the boys are having a meeting of the Athletic Club there. Donlt you want to look in on them? Bobbie: You know I'm not interested in ath- letics. Kay: Well, I guess Illl be going Oh. I say, Bobbie, I'd like the Professor to hear that poem of yours. Bobbie tstrongly temptetD: think he would like it? Kay tearnestlyl : Held rave over it. Iobbie: XVe won't be gone long. will we? Kay: Scareely half an hour. Bobbie: All right, then, I'll come, Eregood- by, Gay. See you later. tKay and Bobbie make a lingering exit. Left alone Gay goes to the desk in the alcove and be- gins turning over papers nervously. She picks up one sheet, starts scratching over parts of it with a pencil and finally tears it upj Gay trising with a hopeless gesturel : Its no use. Goodness knows Ilve tried. Iive thought and thought till my heads all mixed up, but it doesdt do any good. I guess the times about come for the crowd to call my bluff. The whole truth is, Ilm no more of a genius than Edward. I Calft even think of the plot for a story! t She starts pacing the Hoot, her forehead puck- ered, her hands clenched. Before Kay's drawing she stops. After staring at it a moment :3 Its different with the boys. Kay can draw, 'and Bobbieys poetry is lovely. hit I-i. They're all expecting me to write for the hJournalUI They all think 1,111 wonderful. I can't give it up! 'I XVe-ll, do you can't! But neither can I work out a story. What am I going to do? tShe crosses the room diseonsolately, starts the victrola, and dims the lights. Then dropping into a large chair with a sighzl XVell, one last trial for inspiration! tF or the next few minutes the stage is quiet except for the soft playing of the Vietrola. The lights have been dimmed almost to darkness. Gay, a quaint little figure against the background of the disordered studio, sighs again and closes her eyes. Suddenly a dim figure, vaguely outlined, ap- pears at one of the windows. Noiselessly it draws itself to the level of the sill, and then jumps noise- lessly into the room. After casting a furtive glance about the studio, it goes to the table and begins to hunt hastily among the magazines, push- ing them carelessly to right and left. From her position in the big chair Gay is effectively screened from his view, and as he rummages about the table his back is to her. A slight rust- ling, however, attracts her attention. She opens her eyes, peers around the corner of the chair, and discovers the intruder. For a moment she seems uncertain what to do, then, without mak- ing a sound, she slips from the chair and reaches for the electric button. The next moment the room is flooded with light. The intruder turns suddenly, thoroughly star- tled. He is a boy, a year or two younger than Gay, heavily built and good-looking in a common, stolid sort of way. He wears ragged trousers, a torn jersey, and a greasy cap. Also he is not as Clean as he might bej Gay Molding her armsl : Well! tThe intruder looks dazed, gazes first at her face and then at her costume, and says nothingJ Gay tsternlyl : Where did you come from? tThe boy closes his lips and stares at her de- fiantlyj Gay: Oh, come on, did you get here? The Boy tslightly reassuretD : De winder. Gay: Oh. Then youlre a burglar, aren't you? tI-Ie does not answer, his entire attention seem- ing to be centered on the pattern of the rug. Fi- nally, after a painful pausezl I wasnt goini ter take. nuthiny. Gay: I dmft believe you. XVell. anyhow: you dth look very dangerous. How old are you, boy? 30y: Sixteend-just. Gay tassuming an air of patronagel : Tell me something about yourself. tAgain he Closes his lips defiantly. His silence arouses her curiosity more than any words could have doneQ Gay Uler eyes sparkling with excitementl : Oh, I won't hurt you. How 32 WESTWARD HO come on! You really are a burglar, even if you arent very prepossessing looking. IIve always wanted to meet one, of course. Everyone does. I've planned it all out lots of times. Really, I suppose I should have been more scared. I guess I would have been if you hadn,t looked so young, -and kind of embarrassed. tThe boy continues to gaze at her with un- comprehending eyesJ Gay tbecoming a little exasperatedl: Well, arenlt you going to say anything? What makes you so stupid? The Boy tdullyl: say? Gay: Oh, for heaven's sake! It would serve you right if I turned you over to the police! tThe suggestion, however, seems to frighten her as much as him. She edges hastilyj Oh, don't worry. I wont do it. But youlre not playing fair. You ought to do something terribly exciting, and instead youlre being a per- fect bore. Wait, let me think. I ought to be able to make some use of you. Oh! I have it! What an idea! You tell me your story, and well call it quits. Will you? The Boy thopelesslyl: I donlt jest get yer. Canyt yer talk a little plainer? Gay twith painful precisionl: Listen. Its just this. You tell me all about yourselfewho you are, and how you came to be a burglar, and your past crimes, and all that, you know. Just like in books. Then Illl let you go, see? But Ilm going to keep you here until you do. tIt does not seem to occur to either of them that there is nothing to prevent his going now. The boy seems to be struggling to grasp an idea. Suddenly a light breaks over his faceJ The Boy tbeginning to be excited, tool : Say; I think I get de idear! Now you wait a minute. I gotta think some more. tFinally after a long period of painful sileneej : Aw right. It's a go! Gay tdelightedl: how. Wot do yer want me ter Well, letis sit down, any- We might as well be comfortable while were about it. tShe returns to her big chair, and the boy seats himself awkwardly on the couch. For sev- eral minutes there is silenceJ Gay tslightly impatienty : Well, go on. The Boy thopelesslyl : I cant get started. Gay tsympatheticallyl : I know how that is. Do you suppose it would help any if I played the victrola? A background of music sometimes helps a lot. And besides it would be melodramatic. Be- cause this is awfully dramatic, you know. It isn't every day I get a chance to hear a burglarls story from his own lips. tShe starts the victrola and returns to her chairJ The Boy twith a perplexed frowm: Where ja suppose I better begin? Do yer want me ter tell yer about de time me an de Bulldog robbed dat swell house on de avenue? Or ja rather hear about him any me bustin, jail an, Gay tin ecstasyy : Oh, how wonderful! The Boy twarming to his subjeetl : Aw, you doxft know nuthini yet! Dere was de night we planned de big pull-off down at Kelleyls when de place caught on fire wid us all penned up in der Gay: This is great! But donlt start in the middle. Can't you begin at the beginning and tell it straight along just as it happened? Please try. This is more important to me than you know! The Boy tnow almost as enthusiastic as Shel : W ell, I was born of poor but honest parents Gay trising, her eyes sparkling, and throwing out her arms in a gesture of triumplU : My ca- reer is saved! tCurtaim ACT II SCENE I The Same Place. One LVeck Later . Again it is evening, but now the studio has be- come to its fullest extent Bohemian. The crowd has gathered to talk over the events of the past week, and has disposed itself about in various artistic groups and attitudes. Prominent among them is Gay in a long black smock embroidered With jade green, and ear-rings of the same color. Her dark hair has been drawn back into a heavy knot on her neck, and her lips are made up until her face appears almost colorless. Altogether she could not look more artistic or interesting. Bob- bie, attired with poetical carelessness, hovers near her, and Kay, in his inevitable smock, is again at his easel. As to the rest of the crowd, they are just usual nice boys and girls rather proud of the geniuses, the studio, and their own connec- tion with it all. One of the boys onlyethe Billy of the Athletic Clube-is remarkable in that he perpetually carries a pencil and pad on which he now and then takes notes. All of which would be rather mystifying did we not know that in studying Johnsons life in English class the year before, he had learned of Boswellis peculiar meth- od of collecting material for his famous biogra- phy, and is now following his example. Only Billyls biography will be even greater than Bos- wellls for is he not writing the lives of three geniuses instead of one? Just at present his at- tention is fixed upon Gay who has the center of the stage and is talking animatedlyj Gay: So, you see, I made him tell me the story WESTWARD H0 33 of his life. Well, I never heard anything like it before! You simply can't imagine,-robberies, and escapes, and once he had been in jail. You'd never think it of him,-he was so young, and all that. But you never can tell about these quiet people! I wish you could have heard him. The end of it all was that I took the story, changed some of it to make a consistent plot, polished it up, and sent it in to the HJournall, Short Story contest! Bobbie: What an ideal Kay: How original! 'Iillie tscribbling on his padl: On the sec- ond day of June in the year of Our Lord nine- teen hundred and twenty-four, this famous and original author submitted the story which was later to bring her fame-no, I've used fame once, srenown, to one of the best magazines of her time. This story was inspired by an interview with a real burglar, who, on coming clandestinely to her studio was faced bravely by this dauntless girl. She proceeded to wring a confession of various crimes from his lips, and later formulated his disjointed adventures into the story which was to win the first prize in the contest Gay tmodestlyy: Oh, not so fast, Billie. I haven't won the prize yet, and probably shant ButaI guess Iim terribly conceited-I do think Ilve read a lot worse things, and in that very same magazine, too. Bobbie: Why, my dear girl, of course youlll win it. There's not the slightest doubt in the world. With your genius, your style, your orig- inality. Why, the others won't stand a chance! Alice ta merely nice girD: Ieshould think you and Bobbie would be a great help to each other. Bobbie: Oh, we are. EreGay has been my inspiration for nearly half my poems. I wrote one of my very bestsyou know, iIPresumptionis Paymenth-theethe night she slapped me in the face. Sara tthe girl who IIdidn'lt mean anything Bobbiea: But I thought Bobbie: Well? Sara: Oh, nothing. Bobbie: Come on. say? Sara: tvery Iowa: Nothing. slapped you in the face once, too. Gay twho can afford to be generousl : Well. I guess it took two slaps to make a poem like that! Sara Hooking at her admiringlyI : Thats what comes of being clever, and a geniusealways to be able to say something witty and appropriate Bobbie: But ltPresumptionIS Payment wasnit ! to What were you going to Only-only I anything to my last one, llLoveY You've all heard it, havenlt you? The Crowd: Oh, yes! Bobbie tmysteriouslyy: W ell, maybe you all are going to have a big surprise pretty soon. Sara: Oh, Bobbie, what? Bobbie tturning to Gayl: Well, I suppose I might as well confess my foolishness. I sent it to ttLyricsfl-the poetsl magazine, you know. The Crowd tvariouslyy: Oh. Bobbie! How splendid! Wonderful, old man! Gay tclasping his hand with touching sincer- ityy : I wish you luck, fellow artist. tBillie scribbles hurriedly on his padj Bobbie: You don't know how I appreciate all this. I really can't tell you. But its wonderful to have ones friends understand and encourage one. Billie tlooking up from his pady: Say, this is great! Two in one day. I think you both owe me an interview. Gay tresignedlyy : W e11, if we must Billie tdrawing up his chair between the two and testing the point of his penciD : Now, What would you do if you were shut up in aain a tower with an idiot? tMr. Boswell might have been flattered by the improvementj Gay tinnocentlyy: Do you mean with Bob bie? ilobbie tin a terrible voicey : Gay tpoutingy: together. Kay tacting as if he is not getting all the at- tention due himy: How many idiots do you want? tThose in the limelight ignore himJ Gay: Oh, if Bobbie was there I wouldnlt be afraid. Billie: And you, Bobbie? Bobbie: Ild write a poem about him! tAn appreciative laugh. Kay grows more and more restless. This is terrible! No one is pay- ing any attention to himj Kay: Now this picture Billie: Well, now, can't you tell me something about how you came to write your latest poem, Bobbie? How you got your inspiration, and worked it out, and do you use a rhyming dic- tionary, and so forth? Bobbie: Oh, my inspiration,-that just comes. Working it out is mere technique. And I donlt use a rhyming dictionary! It degrades onels art, amakes it mechanical, mere hack-work, as it were. Kay: Now speaking of art Bobbie: In my poem llLoveli I was forced. in several places, to do something which poets all through the centuries have been unable to av01d, He said an idiot! Oh, I meant Bobbie and I 34 WESTWARD HO -sacrifice sense to rhyme and meter. One should never Kay tlaying down his brush, advancing to the center of the stage, and speaking in a loud and aggressive tonel: I feel now while mutual ad- missions and congratulations are in order .that I must make a confession. tAll eyes are turned toward himJ Kay: Well, Iill tell you. While Gay and Bobbie were preparing to distinguish them- selves, I was not idle either. I finished that picture of Gay in her grandmotheris dress, and turned it in to the June exhibition over at the art school. I didnt say anything about it be- fore, but its a kind of a contest. No money involved, of course-I prefer to follow art for arts sake alone-but a good deal of honor and all that. Gay: How lovely. It was my picture? Kay twaxing enthusiasticl: Yes, Gay, and you should have seen it after I put on the finishing touches! Your eyes had such 21 won- derful, dreamy expression Gay: Oh! Go on. KayzeAnd you just should have seen how smooth I got the background! Gay: Were there any prettier ones turned in? Kay tconsidering deeplyl: Well, there was a copy of the Cistine Devil that 1 am a Iittle afraid of, but on the whole I think I may hope. Gay: Oh, if only Alice: Iim perfectly sure it will be the best. After all, it is kind of nicer not to work for money. Real artists never do. Kay: And speaking of art reminds me that live got to run over to the Institute again this evening. Just want to make sure no more dan- gerous ones are turned in to the contest, and take a last look at my own masterpiece. They are judged tomorrow, Alice: But, Kay, you promised to come over to my house this evening. I Kay tsoothinglyy: Yes, my dear, I know I did, but a manis work should come before any- thing else. You ought to know how much this means to me,ename, and fame, and-ep-even- tually fortune. I really must go. Good-bye, Alice. So-long, crowd. See you later, Gay. I want to talk some things over with you. Bobbie: Good-by, artist. Guess youll be famous when I see you next,-if not rich. The rest of the crowd lseparatelyi : So-long! Wish you luck. Youlll have to give me some of the credit if my picture wins. All right for you, Kay! I bet you dorft get asked over to my house again in a hurry! tExit KayJ Gay: Well, after all the excitement I think I need a cigarette. Anybody got one? tSomebody has. An ostentatious gold cigar- ette case is produced and passed around. All of the boys smoke but Bobbie. None of the girls smoke but Gay. Let us be unusual or die. Bobbie doesnlt think it becoming to a poet to smoke; Gay doesnlt think her Bohemi- anism would be perfect unless she does. Fit- ting her cigarette into a small, oddly shaped, black Cigarette holder she places it jauntily between her lingers. The merely nice girls look on, slightly awed. It must be very nice to be an artist. One could get away with mur- der if one were an artistj Gay tquite suddenlyy: Goodness! All these startling revelations of impending fame had al- most made me forget the most important thing! Do you all know why I got you to come over here this evening? Well, just this,eto see my burglar! The crowd: What? Gay tlaughingl: I thought you,d be sur- prised. Yes, indeed, you dont suppose I was going to let a real live burglar slip thru my fingers once I had him? Heist entirely too val- uable. I found out where he livesesomewhere out in the alley thereeand made him promise on his word of honor as a thief to come back here one week from then; in other words, to- night! Bobbie: Gay, youire a wonder! Do you sup- pose I could get an inspiration from him, too? Sara: H0w clever! How marvelous! I never saw one before. Billie twriting hastily on his pady : No won- der Boswell had to go around asking a bunch of crazy questions. Johnson wasn't clever enough to make anything real exciting like this happen! Edward teagerlyy, Dedo you suppose helll come? The ttBlack Maskii magazine has all about burglars in it, and Iid like to see Alice: Oh, Gay, Iim frightened! Does he carry a revolver? Bobbie twho for the last minute has been absorbed in thoughtl: Oh, gee! Gay, Billie, I have the most wonderful idea! Let's reform him! Gay: Splendid! Iive been thinking the very same thing myself. Lets see. He may be in any minute now. We want everything to be fixed so as to have a good inliuence over him,- nothingeerefast, or dashing or blase. Every- thing must be Edward twho has been examining the cigar- ette she has laid downy: Oh you cheater! Gay tcoldlyy : Is that the way to talk to me? WESTWARD H0 35 Edward: I dont care! Just look what youive been doing! Sticking your cigarette in the top of a, fountain pen for a holder! Of all the dirty tricks. No wonder the smoke never makes you cough! And us all thinking you were the best smoker in the bunch! Gay ticilya: That will do, Edward! way I smoke is my own business. Now, about my burglar. Somehow it doesnt seem to me that a studio would have a great deal of up- lifting influence. Say, girls, can,t we do some- thing to make this place look more-civilized? To begin with, Edward, for goodness sake take those Black Mask Magazinesli out of here. Theyire a disgrace even to a studio! Let,s see. Don,t you suppose weid better hide the worst of these pillows? And, above all things, put Kay,s sketch book out of sight. Probably weld better straighten things a little. Edward, you may put anything in place you like. Bobbie: Er-rno offense meant, Gay, but you donit look exactly uplifting yourself, in that rig. Gay: Oh, Ilm prepared for that too. Just you wait a minute. tShe slips out of the smock, jerks off the ear- rings with a small llQuchlli and wipes most of the makeup off her lips With a handkerchief. Then she faces BobbieJ The Gay ttriumphantlya: There now. Am I not a nice little reforming influence personified? tShe is. She looks not only a merely nice girl, but a very nice one. Her dress is simple and white, and her eyes hold a sainted expres- sion. Almost she makes Alice and Sara look Bohemian. Gay never does anything by halvesJ Sara ta bit uncomfortablyl : You dont think I would be a demoralizing inhuence, do you? IaIacan you notice my make-up very much? Bobbie trelentlesslyl: Yes, get some of it off. We want to appear, above all things, con- ventional. Gay: And whatever you do, Bobbie, dorft re- cite any of your poetry. Iim sure the Boy would take it the wrong way. tBut just then the Boy walks in and hnds them all in rather compromising positions, and a furtive air pervading the studio which, I am sure, does little toward his reformation. He has entered quietly and seems rather surprised at the number of his hostsj Gay: Oh, youire here at last. VVeive been expecting you. These are just a few of my friends that wanted to meet you. The Boy: Gosh! a Bobbie tclapping him familiarly on the shoulder to keep him from feeling out of placei : I say, old man, sit down. I,d like to have a talk with you. Alice ttimidlyi : Are you really so very bad? Sara: Dont you ever go to church? The BOy tbewilderedy : Say. Wait a minute. I gotta letter for you. tHe points to GayJ Found it in de mail box downstairs. Here, take it. Gay: Oh, quick! I think I know what it is! tShe tears it open hastily. A moment laterl : Bobbie! Bobbiell Come here! Look, my storyls taken the FIRST PRIZE! tShe sinks limply into a chairJ Bobbie: Oh, Gay, Iim so glad! tThe crowd shower her with congratulations. It is Gayls great moment. When she has slightly recoveredJ Gay: And just think! I really owe it all to the Boy here. He gave me my idea, my inspira- tion The Boy: What? ' Gay: Oh, dont you remember the night you told me the story of your life? The Boy Oaughing for the first time in the playl : Oh, yer mean all that junk? Shucks! ,At wasnit cle story oi my life! I got de whole thing outta cle HBlack Mask Magazinelil tCurtainJ SCENE II. The studio. One day later. 07W: discover Gay, a small, disconsolate fig- ure, seated in the middle of the couch. She looks as if she has been crying. Enter Kay, carrying a drawing board. He crosses the stage dejectedly, and drops the board on the Hoor with a bang. Without speaking he seats himself on the couch beside Gay. The dead si- lence is interrupted by Bobbie, who, looking anything but cheerful, comes in from the op- posite door, and sits on the other side. A long pause, more expressive than wordsJ Gay: Oh, for goodness'l sake, somebody say something! Bobbie: Why don : you? Gay: Well, after last night Kay: By the way, what about last night? Itve heard all sorts of things. Just what did hap- pen. Gay? Gay: Well, it was like this. You know about that boy coming and bringing me the letter that said I had taken the first prize, dont you? Kay: Yes, I got that straight, but what I cant understand is why he came here in the first place. Gay: Well, I couldnt get it straight myself, for a long time. It seems that he lives across the streetethat is, the alley-and when he saw a light up here, night after night, he got ter- 36 WESTWARD HO ribly curious. He knew that no one ever came up here before,-that was before we fixed the studio up,eand he couldn't imagine what it was all about. held settle it, and climbed,eyou know, the fence and the roof under the window make it almost as easy as stepping. He got into the room, and in prowling about came across Ed- ward's Black Mask magazines. Kay: But why couldn't he be content with just looking in? Gay: Ilm sure I don't know. Curiosity, I guess. It appears to be his predominating trait. XVell, to go on, it seems that he had once begun to read a serial story in a Black Mask Maga- zine, and had just got to the end of the third installment with the heroine tied in a burning house, and the hero and Villain fighting on the edge of a precipice, or something like that, when the person he was borrowing them Irom stopped getting them. He let it go for a while then,-just didnlt bothenebut after a time that story began to worry him. He got to wonder- ing how they all got out of their scrapes, and what happened after that. He used to wake up at nights, he said, and couldn't get to sleep for thinking about it. It got so bad after while he decided to buy up the installments he had missed, but they were out of date by that time and he couldnit get them. You cant imagine how he felt then, when he found on our studio table the magazines with the rest of his serial story in them. He just decided he,d borrow them, but he was afraid to take more than one at a time for fear theyld be missed. Of course you see what he did:- took the first one, and after he had finished, picked a. time when he was certain no one was here, to bring it back and take the next. He was on his third Visit when I caught him. He was just about Petrified when I turned on the light,-.of course he thought he had the place to himself. He really isnt a bad boy, but it looked dreadful for him. And when I grabbed him and insisted on a story he was ready to do about anything to get away. All my talk about burglars and crimes made him remember a story he had once read in the Black Mask, so, as he hadnlt any HpastU of his Own, he told me that. Kay thorrihedl : And thatls what you wrote and sent in to the ttJournally prize contest? Gay: It wasnt my fault. I thought I was getting it all first hand. Bobbie: But, Gay, what are you going to do? Gay: Do? Therels only one thing I can do, ewrite to the ttJournalil and tell them the truth. Itlll be awfully hard to explain, but Ilve got to do it somehow. tA pause. Shels been made a fool of before the boys, but she is quite Finally one night he decided. determined not to show how much she cares. She doesn't want them to think her a bad sport. She tries to laughj Oh, well, after all it doesnt matter so much. I really donlt care a great deal. tAnother awkward silence. Finallyl : Bobbie: I-,l wish I could feel the same way aboutemy poem. Kay: Your poem? Bobbie ta bit tremulouslyl : Yes. They didn't even send me a letter saying why it was refused,ejust a printed slip! Here it is if you want to see it. Gay: Oh, Bobbie! They never refused that wonderful poem of yours? Why, it was juste just lovely! They couldnltl Bobbie: But they did. They might at least have written and told me what was wrong. I donlt know whats the matter with it. It was my very best. I--I just put everything into that poem, and all I got was a printed slip. Kay twith a sudden burst of pent-up feel- ingl : You haven't anything to grumble about. I didnt even get that much. Gay: Oh, Kay, did something happen to you, too? My picture Kay: They never even noticed it! I wciildift have minded half so much if they had picked it to pieces like they did some of the others. But nobody even said it was rotten. I could have stood anything but that! Gay: Surely youlre fooling. Your picture- my pictureewith the background and high- lights and everythingHDidnlt it even get hon- orable mention? Kay: It didnlt get anything. well not have been there! Gay: But I canlt realize it! Your picturee and Bobbie's poemeandeand my story! Itls no use pretendingenow. I do care! I care as much as you botheput together! I care everything. I worked so hard over that story! I thought it was wonderful! And the letter said the only thing it had to recommend it was the originality of the plot,-that isnit mine. After I thought I had the first prize, too! Bobbie, IeIim afraid Ilm going to cry! Bobbie: Donlt you dare! Kay: But what are we going to do? What are we going to say to the Crowd?- Bobbie: Thatls just it. It wouldnlt be half so bad if we hadnit been posingr as wonders with our studio, and Bohemianism, and every- thing. Theyire expecting us to live up to it, while the whole truth is that were not geniuses at all! Gay: I guess youire right. VVdVC been kid- ding ourselves, tho, as much as anybody else. We really did think we were wonders, until we had to prove it. Andwand I can hardly be- It might as WESTWARD I-IO lieve now that were not. arenlt, are we? Kay tfirmlyy: We are not! We might as well face it. Here weive been bullying the Crowd, and bossing everybody, and pretending to be such marvels when were really no bet- ter than they are,eworse, in fact. Bobbie: I've an idea! Lets be noble and de- nounce ourselves! Besides there isn't anything else to do. Our bluffis bound to be called sooner or later-like Gayis cigarette smoking-and we might just as well be the ones to do it. Gay tbrighteningy : We could do that. And after all, tell the truth, wonit it be a kind of a relief? It gets awfully wearing,-being a gen- ius all the time. Kay: You said it! Many a night Ilve fooled over that old easel when Iid have given anything to go over to the gym with the gang and play basketball ! Bobbie: Gee! And itill be real good to be able to get a sure enough crush on a girl instead of always s'neering at love. Gay ttearing off the eccentric smock and ear- ringQ : Iill never be a genius again! Iim going to forget about a career, and be like other girls, and rave over boys instead of stories. Ilm going to quit being cleveremen like dumb-bells best, anyho'weand its such a strain. Robbie: VVeyll submerge ourselves in the usual, and in a months time no one will ever be able to tell that we were once artists. Of course, well have to give up the studio. Gay: Oh, how dreadful! But, after all, I supe pose its best. We can turn it into a gym for the boys and have dances here Friday nights. Kay tadmiringlyi : iReally, you know, were being awfully good. A lot of people wouldnlt do this. But hereis to the end of affectation and bluff and Bohemianisml We are at last going to be ourselves! Robbie: Let's begin by tearing up all the stuff weive ever done! Kay: All right the starts toward his eas-el on which is a halfefinished drawing, but his courage fails himy-tomorrow. tEnter the Boy, carrying a Black Mask Maga- zineJ Bobbie: What are you doing here? Gay: Oh. thatis all right. I told him to come. Heis just bringing me the magazine he took his story from. As a matter of curiosity I wanted to see how much it was like mine. tShe stretches out her hand to the Boy eagerly, scarcely with the air of one who had renounced a careerJ Let me see it, quick. Which one is it? t The Boy opens to a place and hands it to her. Hastily she begins to skim over it, reading a par- agraph here and there. Bobbie and Kay, seeing Altho we really that they will not be able to continue their con- versation, depart together, taking the Boy with them. Enter Edward. He comes and peers over Gayis shoulder through his glasses. Of the latest ex- citing events Edward has not heardJ Edward: Gee! Whats the matter? Thought you wouldnt read a tiBlaCk Maskii? Gay: Dont bother me. Edward tpersistentlyi: I,Ve read that story. Its a real good one. Just a little bit like the one I found lying on your desk the other day. Gay: The other day? When? What was the story on my desk called? Did you read it all? Edward: Sure I read it all. It was right good, too. Something like the one you're reading there, but not much. Gay: Not much? Do you mean that these two stories arenit almost identical? Edward tnow on familiar groundi: No, in- deed. The point was entirely different in yours. Read the last paragraph of the one you have here, and youill see. The characters aren't alike either, and not much of the plot. Altogether I guess they're no more alike than any two stories of the same type. Gay: Edward! I could kiss you! tHe looks startled, and beats a hasty retreat for the doorJ It isnlt probable, buteyes, I can see how that might happen. Of course the Boy changed it some when he told it to me, and I Changed it some more when I wrote it. Soeoh, isnt it per- fectly wonderful? My storyis my own after all. Illl not have to write that letter to the li-Iournalii! I really won the prize! Edward! Goodness, Ilve scared him away. But that doesnit matter. Noth- ing matters now but my career! tHastily she dons the eccentric black smock. With trembling lingers she replaces the jade ear- rings, and becomes a Bohemian. Crossing the room to the desk in the alcove she sits down and begins to write. She must get this new story started. Its going to be the best yet. Very quietly the door opens, and Kay and Bob- bie take in the situation at a glance. lVith a forced nonchalance Kay saunters across the stage to his easel. Coolly he picks up a bit of charcoal and examines it. Then he makes a few strokes on the paper before him. He lays it down. and tries another. In a few minutes he is working in ear- nest. Bobbie, in the meantime, has gone to the win- dow. He draws a pad and pencil from his pocket, and after a moment of gazing at the stars, begins to writej Kay tabstractedlyi: Canit people be foolish sometimes, just because everything doesnit al- ways go to please them? Gay: Terribly foolish. t C urtaz'n. y THE END WWW. x0 a.x3.,w Jam. jnxmnnu W HIIMKIllIHHJWHHMHIHHHIg HIHMHMHWHH11mmnuwnmmummn LOJEMMM'IHQr guy! t t 3w v few! t h gmnnamte Lammneenme EDITORIALS nnmnsenmmmwmwmmw Literary Editor-m-Chief VIRGINIA Fox, ,24 Associate Editor SARAH LEVIN, t24 Assistant Editors LYDIA MEYER, t24 ALICE BAUER, 224 ANITA KELLER, ,24 RUTH BACHARACH, ,24 ELIZABETH MARSHALL, ,24 SARA CAMPBELL, ,24 BETTY BURDICK, t24 ELIZABETH HART, t24 LILLIAN GOODHART, ,24 MARJORIE GRAFFLIN, i25 LOUISE DINSMORE, t25 ROBERTA MALAMBRE, ,25 CHARLOTTE STEVENS, ,25 MARIAN BENNETT, y26 ELEANORA BOWLING, ,26 Faculty Advisers MISS HELEN K. BACHRACH MISS LAURA ALFORD MISS DELIA ALFORD Business Business Manager PAULINE DIETERLE, t24 Circulation Manager IDONIA NOLAND, 24 Advertising Manager MARIAN LEWIS, t24 Assistants LILLIAN LEACY, ,24 GRACE DEICHES, i211 HAZEL KELLER, t24 JEAN KLITCH, i24 BETTY STAPP, t24 SYLVIA SCHIMMEL, t25 SADIE RICE, t25 GERTRUDE BRONSTEIN, t25 NELLIE BULL, t25 FLORENCE Fox, ,25 HAZEL SHURKAGEL, ,26 Art Staff Editor CORINNE MILLER, t24 Assistants EMILE BENTZ, ,24 DORIS SLAGLE, ,24 TYPISTS MILDRED DIXON, t24 JESSIE WOLMAN, t25 MINERVA BURKE, ,24 LOUISE SALFNER, i24 JULIA STEVENSON, ,24 ESTELLE LOVETT, t24 An Answer to the Years Crop of Criticism. -- HERE is nothing more helpful to any undertaking than severe criticism, both constructive and destructive. A school publication is always Open to criticism, and is benehted by acting upon the comments and suggestions of its readers. Anyone can pay a compliment, but not everyone can offer worth while criticism. We appreciate the fact that the students and the faculty have been sufficiently interested in the welfare of the magazine to make suggestions that will increase its circulation and'help it to attain its aims. Inmost cases we have been able and glad to act upon such criticism, and we have tried to show those who have given it that we appreciate their interest by introducing into the magazine the new features they have suggest- ed. However, it is not always possible nor in keeping with the policy of Westward Ho! to adopt all the theories that have been pro- posed for editing the publication; but, because we heed all well-meaning suggestions, we wish to answer some of the criticisms that have arisen during the year, and state our reasons for not incorporating in the magazine all ideas that have been submitted. It has often been remarked that the same 40 WESTWARD HO girls write all the poetry for XVestward Hol, that the same girls write all the stories, and that the same girls, names are always signed to most of the contributions; it is argued that this policy of printing only the articles Of well- known writers discourages new writers, and that the magazine should be so conducted as to give preference to the inexperienced writer and in this way develop her talents. The truth of the matter is that it is the same small group of people who do everything in the world; and because these people stand out prominently, re- fusing to be background Characters, we are forced to recognize their supremacy. Just as we do not choose the girl who is a ttgunil at basket-ball to be the heroine of a play, or the girl who excels in poster drawing to be the cap- tain 0f the hockey team, so we do not print the articles of girls who are more fitted to do al- most anything rather than write. It would be a fine thing to edit a magazine upon an ideal- istic plane and print articles to develop the hidden talents of the students, if the publication were supported by city funds; but when the stu- dents pay for a magazine, being perfectly hu- man, they want something in return. They re- fuse to read material of an inferior grade, and we refuse to print it; so we leave the develop- ment of literary talents to the English classes and devote the magazine to entertaining and readable matter. XVhen a new contributor does emerge from the background and offers articles that measure up to the standard of Westward Ho! she is welcomed enthusiasti- cally as a iinew findil and soon becomes a mem- ber of that group of girls known as the same girls who always contribute? Editorials and articles commenting on the fea- tures of school life that need improvement have been termed too critical. It has been proposed that contributions of this type be eliminated and ttboostingli articles be substituted, since it is thought that it is' not a good policy to dwell upon the faults of our institution because the public might receive a bad impression and even suppose that there are no good features to overbalance the bad ones. However, telling a man how fine he is does not make him fine, but telling him how he might become line is more to the point and often has the desired re- sult. So we have printed articles criticising school undertakings because we think that the magazine has enough inHuence to wake the stu- dents up to a situation that needs their com- bined efforts to correct it. Then sometimes we hear that the school pub- lication is too llhighbrowf, The only answer we can make to such a criticism is, mfhank you. It is true that we have worked on the theory of ltreaching for the stars? We never attain them, but we certainly enjoy the fun of reaching! VIRGINIA FOX ,24. The Will of the Editors HE Senior editors of the literary staff feel it their sacred and final duty to will to the incoming editors certain pre- cious possessions, privileges, and obli- gations that are necessarily connected I with the welfare and progress of our magazine. XV e do not assume for a moment that the future editors are not aware of the honors conferred upon them and are not capable of shouldering their responsibilities, nor do we even suppose that this will is needed to remind them of the work before them; but, just like all big sisters, we take a secret pleasure in giving advice and in handing down relics of our own experi- ences. So, worthy successors, humor us and ac- cept the following document: THE WILL Leilfiss Bachrach as a, Faculty Adviser She will be your ttbest pal and severest criticfi Your work with her will always be a real pleaSe ure. If you have a sense of humor, there is fun in store. ZeThe Joys of Obtaining Literary Material The best that we can hope for is that material will flow in as abundantly next year as it has this year, and that this return of the tlElizabethan Erait will continue. 3.eThe Care of the Contribution Box This little red box demands a weekly cleaning. It will contain many surprises for you. The stu- dents are of a generous nature and enjoy making contributions; however, when literary gems fail them, they drop in lth Henryyl wrappers in- or- der that they may be on the list of llOur Con- tributorsf, W'arningleNever put your hand in the box without first examining contents. 4.eThc Lower cht-hand Drawer in Miss Bach- Raclfs Desk - This drawer is used exclusively for WESTWARD WESTWARD H0 41 Ho! material. Unfortunately, it has a combination lock. It has been found convenient to know the combination. Ar-Reasons ' tn It saves time m It saves strength tID It saves your good humor 5.eThc W estward H 0! Bulletin B 00rd The most appropriate and time-worn notice to post reads something like this: ttThere will be a short but important meeting of the literary staff at 2:45 in Room 100.2 Sometimes there is a discussion among the editors about the exact defi- nition of the word Tlshort. If the editor-in-chief does not have any trouble finding thumb-tacks, she will enjoy posting notices. oelec Trip to the Printcr's Although the printing concern is down near the wharf and the receiving department is three Hoots up tthe elevators are used for freight onlyl with a different odor on eachefirst fioor, gaso- line; second floor, burning rubber; third floor, tar-for some unknown reason, the printers shop has a fascination for us. We enjoy learning the printers language, and by the end of the year become used to the odors of the ink. 7.2'17w ltthmmy'J Pasting up the dummyH of the magazine is a task that requires the ability to Acram'l a large amount of material into a small space and t0 Hspread a small amount of material over a large space; it requires some knowledge of the deli- cate art of applying paste, and the ability to smile serenely when everything goes dead wrong. 8.eTlle Task 0f KlFilling In. An editor must have the ability to write any- thing from poetry to Health Hints. She must be prepared at all times to Hfill i11 ' any feature that generous contributors have failed to submit. 9-7710 Privilege of Being the First Possessorx of a New Issue Only an editor can experience the thrill that comes when the packages of new magazines are opened, and she is allowed to have her magazine before the rest of the students. 10ele Senior Editors' Promise The editors of 1924 wish the 1925 staff the most prosperous year that the magazine has seen, and promise most faithfully to subscribe to the magazine and write articles for the Alumnae De- partment whenever they are needed. VIRGINIA Fox 24. qwrpachch. HERE can surely be no one in VVest- ern who does not acknowledge the al- most unparalleled success which Westward Ho! has achieved in its 1923-24 season. Of course the great measure of praise for such success must go to the fourth year members of the staff, those invaluable workers whose unceas- ing efforts and unflagging enthusiasm have kept up the quality and spirit of the magazine. It is not, therefore, with undiluted temerity that the future Editor-in-Chief sees her course before her, for ever and again stalks the awful question, llCan we do as well as our rorerun- ners F We mean, however, 'to try very hard indeed, and we are comforted in the assurance of co-roperation from the faculty advisers and, we hope, the whole school, XVe have, more- over, the ideals, the experience, and the advice of our predecessors to guide us; added to these are our own artlor and ambitions. Perhaps, then, it is not too vain to hope that we may present in the forthcoming year an improved and improving Westward Ho! MARGARET POTTs, 25. H. mmw. TRYOUT was held for the girls who wished to become members of the West- ward Ho! editorial staff. The following were chosen from the large number of girls who tried out: Helen Fawcett, C-l Sarah Feikin, Cell Leila Kirkness, C-l Blanche Rosner, C-7 Helen Mattoon, C-3 Jessie VVolman, C-ll Catherine Shaw, B-8 Margaret Morvitz, 13-7 Victoria Smith, A-l Those who are on the staff this year and will remain on next yearts staff are: Margaret Potts, C-3 teditor-in-chieb Marjorie Graftiin, C-4 Louise Dinsmore, C-l Charlotte Stevens, C-7 Florence Meyers, C-3 The business manager next year will be Flor- ence Fox, C-ll. The art editor will be Sadie Rice, C-13, and the assistants janet VVhitson, C-3, and Marjorie Willis, C-2. ,, In the Inter-School Typewriting Contest, held in our school on May 15, Western carried off four out of the five medals offered. The winners were : Gertrude Bass, D-9, Fourth Year Typewriting. Sadie Kappa, C-ll, Third Year Typewriting. Mildred Dixon, D-lO, Second Year Typewrit- mg. Thelma Lavigne, C-l3, First Year Typewriting. WESTWARD I-IO Enter the Man! Exit Miss Bonner! The worst has come! Miss Bonner is de- serting us for a man, a mere man. We can- not exactly understand the latter meaning of that statement so we shall not even attempt to explain its meaning. We do know only too well, however, that ttOur Goddess of Musicii is leaving us and the awful question presents it- selfewhat shall we do without her? How we shall miss that dignified figure familiar to all Westernites! How we shall miss those weekly lectures which are rendered gratis in the music room on everything from wearing ear-rings to the third movement of a symphony! As for the assemblies, no one can possibly imagine how flat and tasteless they will be without Miss Bonnets helpful guidance. Is there one among us who will ever forget that magic chord which summons our atten- tion on assembly mornings? And commence- ment! We do not mean to discourage you, dear Juniors and Sophs, but we would really like to know whether you can conceive of a successful commencement without Miss Bon- ner. XVe cannot. Good Fortune surely smiled on ,24 when she conferred upon her the honor of leaving the beloved halls of Western with Miss Bonner. Even omitting the well-known facts of her abilities as a musician and as a teacher, we have found that also along other lines she is especially proficient. After long years of care- ful observance and Vigilance we have finally ascertained that this is the most important: she is absolutely invincible in either an argument or a race. Most of us have had adequate ex- perience with the former, much to our sorrow. Concerning the latter, we have an impressive announcement to make, which is that a hand- some and bounteous reward is to be provided tplease do not hold us responsible for the pay- mentl for the first person who is able to out- strip our Miss Bonner in a race. If you donit believe it is difficult, try to accompany her down the hall. We are exceedingly sorry that neither Balti- more nor Maryland can boast of being the birthplace of thur Goddess of Musicii; she was born in West Virginia. After graduating from Stuart Hall, Staunton, Virginia, she came to Baltimore to study at the Peabody, where she completed in one year the two years, course in Public School Music. It was in February, 1914, that she hrst began to teach at Western. She has remained there ever since, for which bless- ings we Offer up our sincere thanks to the gods that be. Miss Bonner declares that as she in- herited her musical talent from both her father and her mother she deserves little credit. XV e beg to state, nevertheless, that we know better, for we are well acquainted with the fact that she is unafraid of hard work. Indeed, is she afraid of anything? Except for a small thing like a centipede, we should answer that she is not. The loss of Miss Bonner, who. will soon be-i come Mrs. Charles OiDonnell Mackall, will cre- ate an empty space in our hearts which will not be eaSy to fill and which we very much doubt will ever be filled. For ten years she has been faithful in upholding the standards of the XVestern High School, and it is with unspeak- able regret that we see her leave our protection and take up a life beset with all sorts of un- known dangers. At any rate, she goes out from Western with our heartiest wishes for happiness unlimited. ELIZABETH LEONARD, i24. QHQanb-w To the Morning IRMA C. RODEKURT '25 0 little Howe! so sweet, Hark to the black bee's humming! Arise the sun to greet, For day is coming. 0 little bird so grey, From thy long sleep be waking; Arise, pursue thy way, For day is breaking. O bright and yellow sun, The distant hills adorning, Arise, thy course to run, For it is morning. ALUMNAE NOTES Library Work as a Profession OW, of course, everyoneeexcept those few morose beings who persist in think- ing themselves square pegs in round holesethinks his or her particular sphere of labor is the most useful and attractive in the world. The long-sufe fering reader will, therefore, bear with me if for a spaceewhich, I assure you, Will be as brief as possibleaI extol my own occupation. From an altruistic standpoint, library work is as useful a profession as can be chosen. The 1i- brarian is to the world of the mind what the physician is to the body. She prescribes for a large circle of clients and fills her own prescrip- tions, leading her readers gently from that dis- eased state of mind Which craves Ruby M. Ayres and E. M. I-Iull, through the harmless inter- mediaries of Mary Roberts Rinehart, Joseph Lincoln, Archibald Marshall, Booth Tarkington, and their ilk, to the healthier atmosphere of Locke, Barrie, and Merrick, Galsworthy and Com rad, until at last with the genial aid of H. G. Wells and W. H. Hudson, she conducts them to that ultimate goal of the booklover, non-fiction. The library is as important an educational factor as the school and reaches a larger variety of ages and classes. For the children who leave school as soon as the law allows do not necessarily stop reading. Do not be too harsh With the messenger boy who is behind time with that telegram. He may have stopped at the library to get a book on mineralogy, and, as he has read almost all we have, it takes time to supply him. We number among our patrons the policeman on the corner, a man who sells ilowers from a tray on the street, several letter carriers, a number of firemen, the cook in a fashionable hoteleshe reads exclusive- ly 'historical novels,-the boy who sells candy in the pit of one of our theatres, sailors galore from both' foreign and American ships, and hun- dreds of shop-girls, stenographers, and so on. From the number of foreign-born citizens whom we serve I might add that the library has a hand in Americanization, and the teachers of Ameri- canization classes have shown their appreciation of the fact by bringing their pupils to the library and instructing them in its use. F rom the personal point of view, also, the work is attractive. The pay is not over-abundant, but one is paid in interesting work and congenial companionship. The girls and women with whom one works are all high-school graduates, all well- bred, and all interested in the same type of activ- ities. The same sort of carefree comradeship ex- ists that we find in school life. The wide variety of work makes it possible for each girl to fit event- ually into her particular groove. In the office the business end of the work is carried on. The order department buys and accessions the books, The cataloging room with its shelf-listing and branch cataloging divisions prepares the books for circulation. There are the bindery, and the outside delivery which sends books to branches, clubs, schools, factories, and stores and attends to the circulation of books for the blind. Cards are distributed in the registration department, and books circulated in the delivery. The reading room offers opportunities for specialization in reference work. The open-shelf departments, in- cluding the childrenls department, and the branches combine most of these forms of work into one, attracting people who like variety. To my mindy the most pleasant feature oflli- brary work is that it is the only profession I know of in which every jot of general information that one happens to possess is sure to prove use- ful at some time. In a position where one is asked in one rather uneventful day for a book on Eso- teric Buddhism, the text of the Webster-I-Iaynes debate, a good discussion of Pre-Cambrian evolu- tion, a history of Pitcairn Island, and material for a thesis on the importance of telling the truth, one feels that the acquisition of knowledge is never in vain. To the omnivorous reader, who has, perhaps, been scolded in her youth for wast- ing her time, I should strongly recommend the choice of library work as her vocation. ELIZABETH CLARKE KIEFFER, i17. Goucher College,',21. WESTWARD HO Being a Librarian O a large number of people, the most interesting things in the world are other people. And to some of us, the next most inter- esting things are books, wherein real people live. If you are in- cluded in this second group, you will enjoy work- ing in a libraryepublic or institutional. There you will find human nature, not in the abstract, but in the concretesa little too concrete, you will discover sometimes when you hear silly ques- tions. The pleasantest part about working in a library, I think, is that you never have time to be bored. So many people pass in and out the always-open door, and it is a very interesting task to help these people find what they want tit they know what it is they do wanty. There are many questions to smile at. I shall never forget the girl who wanted to see nBeardis Readings in American Government? She breezed up to the desk, and asked, breathlessly, ttHave you got a Beard 3W Then there is the girl who wanted a book called 1Something-or-other by Jane Eyre. Miss K s favorite anecdote is about a stu- dent who said to her plaintively, 9Where can 1 15nd at book I was reading last week? I don't know the title or the author, but it was a little red book? Now, since there are over thirty-six thousand volumes in the library, and since at least a thou- sand of them are probably red, Miss K could be of little help, but the studentswas vaguely disappointed. Besides humor to lighten the day's toil, there is beauty to gladden the eye and heart in our library. Sometimes when I am putting away books in the morning, I see the sun shining through the tall windows in the English room, touching the rows of books with a soft light, so that they stand out bravely in'their red and blue and green bindings. The sight is so lovely that I forget how be-smeared the window panes are, and how remarkably dusty the books. Some of the books themselves are beautiful. There is a limp-leather set of Thomas Hardy that is among our real aristocrats, qualified to move in the same circle as the attractively-illus- trated 11Gulliverys Travelsf and far above the plebeian paper-baeked French' novels or the pro- saic-looking books on economics. It seems rath- er sad that all these books should have to be stuck up with library labels and numbers. They remind me of helpless little orphans in blue- checked gingham. Sometimes When I See a kindly person pick up a volume, and caress it as only a book-loving person can, I feel like saying, IIHere, take it and give it a happy home, where it will be a real individual and not just number 816.5 B 41.11 If you have histrionic leanings, and could fancy yourself on the stage, you will enjoy the effort a librarian must make when extraordinary prob- lems are propounded to her. It is interestingly difficult, for instance, to maintain an intelligent expression when a student asks, 11When did they first use safety inventions for women in indus- try ?11 and then looks at you confidently for an immediate answer. The temptation to smile is almost irresistible when a Freshman asks if we take such frivolous periodicals as IIMcClureysyl or IlLifefl I am still waiting for someone to ask for IISnappy Stories. I always rise in wrath when anyone suggests that library work is such a pleasant, peaceful oc- cupation. It is not always pleasant, and often it is far from peaceful. But it is everlastingly and continually interesting; it is dignified, and it is of service to mankind in helping all who will to be helped along the highway of knowledges a highway which so often resembles the Rocky Road toiDublin. KATE WATERS, 1919, Goucher, 1923. W Always Exceptions The teacher was giving the school a little lec- ture on good conduct. NAvoid criticising? she said. 1tDonlt make a practice of finding fault with other people, or picking llaWS in what they say or do? ttTeacherf, spoke up a little boy, Ithatys the way my father makes his living. HYou surprise me, George! What is your fath- 6135 occupation ?lt uHeis a proof reader, malam? The teacher coughed. IIWell, George? she said, I make an exception in the case of your fatherf-The Youthts Companion. The Man He Left Behind An English storekeeper went to the war and left his clerk behind to look after things. When he was wounded and taken to the hospital, what was his surprise to find his clerk in the cot next to him. h'Well, I thought I left you to take care of the store? said the storekeeper. 1tYou did? answered the clerk. ItBut you didn't tell me I had to look after your women folks as well as the store. I stood it as long as I could and then I said to myself : ILook here, if youlve got to fight. you might as well go and fight someone that you can hit, ,1 . he 'TGGSTN Merl. f Ki' I ,2, r 31., v .I, it I, 4' Assemblies URINC the last week of February and during March and April, the assemblies held at West- ern have fulfilled the promise of the previous ones. Especially interesting to those girls who expect to go to college in the near future was the talk given by Dr. Maynard Metcalf, former Pro- fessor of Biology at Coucher College, on February twenty-seventh. Dr. Metcalf laid particular stress on the values and friendships of college life. HThe fundamental reason for anyone's adding four years to public school education is to increase his con- tacts with life, he said. The things with which we come in contact make up the material out of which we build our lives. Our lives are built out of our experi- ences. The life of anyone of us is made up of the things with which we come in contact and to which we give particular attention. The purpose of college work is to help us to estab- lish contacts with a series of things and under condi- tions which help us to get things straight rather than twisted. Dr. Metcalf then spoke of the different things with which we come in contact in college, of the friend- ships of college life, of the difficulty of choosing a col- lege, of the way we ought to use our time while in college, and of the things which produce a wholesome growth of character. He closed his address by say- ing: While you are building your lives, therefore, build them with contacts with wholesome books, plays, people, desires, and service. The first musical assembly of the third quarter was held on March seventh. In addition to several mu- sical numbers by Mrs. Matie Leitch-Jones, soprano, who was accqmpanied by Mr. Jones, and Mr. Fred- erick H. Cottlieb, Hutist, the latter told his interested audience some reminiscences of his friend Sidney Lanier. On March twelfth, the girls of Western were told something of the necessity of knowing how to pre- vent drowning accidents and a little of how to rescue drowning persons by Captain Charles B. Skelley, who has saved a good many people from drowning in the course of his career. Captain Skelley said that the most necessary denits to remember are these: don't take chances, don't dive unless you know the depth of the water, don't swim immediately after eating, don't swim alone, don't swim too far out from shore, don't swim away from an overturned boat, and don't swim too close to a drowning person whose rescue you wish to accom- plish. He then showed his audience how to resusci- tate one who is unconscious from any of the follow- ing causes: illuminating gas, accidents, drowning, elec- tric shock, and all cases of carbon monoxide acci- dents. Captain Skelley was assisted in his demon- stration by Miss Beehler, of the local Y. W. C. A. Captain Skelley closed his address by exhorting the girls to remember the safety rules in the water. Play safe, he said, and you'll get some fun out of the water; but take chances, and you wonyt live to be sorry. The girls of Western celebrated March twenty-fifth eMaryland Dayaby having three fourth year girls tell of Maryland's part in the history of the United States. Hazel Ramsay, D-i, told of the founding of the colony and its history up to the War of l8l2; Virginia Fox, D-Z, spoke of the part Maryland played during the War of 1812; and Elsie Quarles, D-9, brought Maryland's history up to date. Altogether, it was an excellent assembly. Junior Day was held on April second? this year. According to the usual custom, the Juniors had pre- pared for the Seniors' entertainment a short play. This year it was uBetty's Ancestors . If one; is to judge the production by the amount of applause it re- ceived, one must say it was very well presented. After the play was over, the Juniors sang their class song. On the whole, it, was a most enjoyable morning for the Seniors and for the Juniors too, for that matter. Owing to a misunderstanding, Western celebrated Arbor Day a week earlier than the other schools of Baltimore. On April fourth, an assembly was held at which an essay written by Sara Campbell, D-I i, especially for the occasion was read by Helen Tow- son, D-l I. Then Pearl Gerso, C-4, played two very lovely selections on the violin, after which Evelyn Silberman, C4, read the following poems: uTrees , by Joyce Kilmer, uApril Weather , by Lizette Woodworth Reese, and The Tree , by Marjorie Cramin, C-4, who wrote this poem at Dr. Becker's request, for Arbor Day. The concluding feature of the assembly was a 46 WESTWARD HO dance which was given under the auspices of the gym- nasium department. On April ninth, during Higher Education Week, Dr. Joseph H. Apple, President of Hood College, spoke on the value of higher education. There are Five objectives of college, said Dr. Apple. uThe first, but not foremost or most impor- tant, is to teach pupils to know; knowledge attained in a slightly different way from that gained in high schooleknowleclge broad, deep, and independently acquired. The second objective is to teach the pupils to do. Independent investigations are required. The third objective is to teach the pupils to be; that is, to help them build such characters as the col- lege will be proud to acknowledge. Colleges differ more in the spirit of the student body than in facul- ties, buildings, et cetera. The world expects leader- ship from the graduates of colleges. The fourth objective is to teach the pupils to ap- preciate. This is not stressed as much as it should be. We should know and love and seek the beauti- ful. She need never be alone who has learned to ap- preciate the beautiful in music, art, drama, and lit- erature. uThe fifth and last objective is to teach the pupils to serve. We must serve with knowledge, activity, character, and appreciation. Such service should be dedicated not to get but to giveeto give to the com- mon weal, wealth, and need. Dr. Apple closed his address by saying: HYou are the mothers of the future. High school girls have a wonderful power of controlling the fu- ture. Let your life be an expression of the best that is in you; The last assembly held before the Easter recess was a musical one. The Sylvan Levin Concert Trio, con- sisting of Sylvan Levin, pianist, Jules Sims, cellist, and Leon Frengut, violinist, played five numbers for the girls. Mr. Sims, accompanied by Mr. Levin, played two solos. The audience was greatly pleased with the program, which consisted of several popular songs and a few classical numbers. The assemblies held during March and April have all been interesting; some have been instructive, and all have been. appreciated. PAGES FROM A WESTERN HIGH SCHOOL DIC- TlONARY- tContinuecD Nerve tnieThat quality which enables one to walk into class with assignments hnpreparecl four clays in a week. Nice tadeeThe most overworked and cruelly treat- ed word in Western's vocabulary. Noise tnieAn absolutely essential element of West- ern's organization. . Nonentity OOe-The girl who doesn't excel in ath- letics, and isn't the hero in Dramatics. Nutty tade-eTerm applies to teachers who give un- announced tests, and to famous characters in history. Oases OO-Christmas and Easter holidays. Office tnieThat sanCtuary which is the Mecca for many pilgrims, and the refuge L3i in time of trouble. Oh UntJ-A very familiar and versatile exclamation, freely sprinkled over feminine conversation. lts emotional adaptability is marvelous. Optimist tni-The girl who can fail three quarters in succession and still smile. Pallor tnieAn extremely popular facial appearance, capable of being produced by a good, sticking powcler and a very red lipstick. Panic tni-A classroom condition during the spring- ing of an unannounced exam. Parry tvl-To indulge in generalities when asked a direct question. Peacocks tnleSome of the charming damsels inhab- iting Western High. Peppery tacljJeDescriptive term applying to the re- marks of certain teachers. Pessimist OileShe who loudly and wailingly predicts at least four unannounced tests a week. Popular tade-Having a nickname, a battery of class pins, and a score of crushes. Q Quiet tnleA state of affairs which is noticeably lacking in our fair domain at all times. Radiant tadeeThe one term which applies to the girl who has unexpectedly passed. Rapture tulleAn emotional sentiment felt at the Christmas and Junior plays, and at assemblies where JAZZ is played. Reports tnleVery popular GU pieces of white card- board, whose decorative marks are not always complimentary to the recipients. Sarcasm tnleFavorite method of expression of many of the faculty. , Secret tni-A bit of delicious gossip, known by half the school. Shingle tnieMerely the seasonis style in hair dress- mg. Superiority tnieState of feeling experienced by some of our upper classmen. T Tact tnieThe ability which enables a girl to con- vince the outraged teacher that the overheard remark was really intended for someone else. Talking tnieFavorite occupation of Western at large. Temptation tnieThe desire to get just ONE miscon- duct mark to see how it feels. Themes th The bane of an English course. Ultimatum tnie- Either pass in this test or fail for the quarter. Unfortunate tadeeShe who gets caught. V Vanity tnie-The one affliction in many otherwise nor- mal girls. Vermilion tnleA brilliant color which has been found to be very desirable in the enhancing of lips. W VVeariness tni-The general feeling on Friday, at 2:30. Westward Ho! tnleThe innocent cause of a quar- terly uproar. Yearning tnleThe inclination toward the great open spaces which is felt in June. Z Zealous tade-Term applying to WesterniteSein September! Zero tnl-A mark of valuation which is found to he indispensible by Western's faculty. SADIE RICE, '25 WESTWARD HO Short Cuts to Literary Fame MY F OUR YEARS AT WESTERN OUR years seem a long time when those years are in the future, but when they are in the past, time seems to have flown very swiftly. ?ng: It was just four years ago when I entered at Western, and yet I can hardly realize it was not yesterday. Then, to be a high school student appeared to me an exceedingly lofty position in this world. Now, as I look back I see that it was only a stepping stone to bigger and higher things. Will all future steps be taken as easily and willingly as that one? For certainly I was just as anxious as I could be to embark upon this new adventure. Happily I was not disappointed, and every bit of the way fair weather has marked my voyage. In my first year I was like all freshmen, small, scared, and inexperienced. I did my lessons most faithfully each night thew quickly beneficial habits forsake usl and received some little reward for my patient labor. The studies I found interesting and the teachers helpful. The assemblies, plays, clubs, and basket-ball games were an endless source of pleasant surprise. The school magazine was in itself an absolute marvel. Intensely I watched every ac- tivity of the school, and almost before I was aware of it I became so attached to Western that at a mo- ment's notice I would have been ready to protect it with my life, if necessary. I am truly thankful this did not become a necessity. I sometimes think that freshmen are the most loyal souls of all if they had only enough backbone to show what they could do. Freshmen will be freshmen, however, until the end of time. Studies faded into the background in my second year and I was a carefree school girl to the last degree, -no responsibilities and nothing to worry about; ex- cept, perhaps, a crush or two. The only people in the school I respected were the seniors whom I thought celestial beings, too dignified even to look at a soph. 'I-Iow little I knew them! All the frivolity and freedom I enjoyed was not without a price. The penalty was an artistic D in geometry on my report card. Of course, this was through lack of proper attention and concentration, but the knowledge of the cause did not prevent my lamenting the result. After all it was what I richly deserved and exactly what I needed to bring me down to a little hard work. tThis was not realized or rather admitted until some time after the occurrenceJ The third year, I thought, would be the place to display my talents and achieve some high marks. As everyone knows, the third year is usually the -most difficult one of all, and consequently I was able to discover very few Eis on my report besides those -in music and department; nevertheless, by striving for the best, I attained at least a passabIe-Iooking record. I found all my studies absorbing; especially physics, which was the first subject in science I hazi ever taken. Physics awakened in me an interest in the Camera Club and soon the mystery of printing pictures was explained to me as a member of this well known or- ganization. To be sure, being a junior is not without its particular joys. Having assigned seats at assem- blies, that much coveted possession, was properly ac- corded to us as juniors. Apropos of this I might say that I was extremely proud of being able to sit in peace and comfort during every single assembly. Ju- nior Day capped thevclimax and I thought that noth- ing could possibly be better than to go on living the life of a junior forever and ever, but I certainly knew nothing about the delights of being a senior. What a wonderful feeling it is to know that I am a part, no matter how small, of the highest class in the school, the senior classl The Ionged-for privileges are at last mine for one whole year up to the very day when twenty-four will pass from the portals of the Western High School. At First that day seemed to be a part of the dim and distant future; but closer and closer it comes, always haunting me like a stealthy shadow. The senior year, I think, is not only the happiest one but also the saddest. Whatever pleas- ures we may have, there is always the voice that whispers. uThis is the Iast-the very last time. I shall have to admit that when I am translating Virgil or performing an experiment in Chemistry this voice will not be exactly an unwelcome one. Nevertheless I have enjoyed following the travels of Aeneas, learn- ing chemical formulas, and reading Shakespearian dra- ma, so it will not be without some regret that I put these things aside. Although I cannot say that I in any way disliked being a freshman, a sophomore, or a junior, I have no doubt that every senior will agree with me in saying that being a senior is the best of all. Now as I come near the termination of my four years' work, I wonder what it has all meant to me. It has shown me to what lengths it is possible for co- operation to extend among a large group of people. It has made me realize how little I know and how much more there is to learn. In a sense it has fitted me for the worldeboth social and business. It has given me many friends, some of whom are very dear. Over and over again it has pointed out what is right and what is wrong; what to take and what to leave. Aside from these facts there is one which stands out above all, the idea that it is possible to get nowhere without courtesy and respect to others. Quarreling, brag- ging, and unjust words lead downward and not up- ward, away from and not into human hearts. All these things I sincerely believe that Western has given me and I am by no means ungrateful for her gifts. I am proud and glad that I have come to Western, and I shall go away with a great many loving memories. ELIZABETH LEONARD, ' 2 4 A MAIDEN AND HER BOSWELL NE half of the girls in this world have a uBos- well , and fifty per cent of this half have a certain kind of iiBosweII. It isn't a mother; uitH isn't a father; uitH isn't an uncle; neither i a grandmother nor a grandfather. However, i ' is a human being. Who is . it ? When the girl is a baby it is her Boswell who buys cunning little toys; who embroiders dainty little dresses; who supervises the purchasing of the Sunday outfit; and who has a stock of suggestions for the darling's diet. It is usually this person who very often d'sregards the stipulated diet and gives the little one all sorts of goodies. Is it any wonder, then, that the small child develops a liking for this heroine wor- shiper? Never is this creature more a uBoswelln than when it jots down, in the famous Baby Book , every cute, clever, cunning little word or phrase the little girl might utter from the time she begins to talk to the day she drops the childish dialect. 48 . WESTWARD HO During the years of schooling, Boswell is forever at the beck and call of the young girl, never tiring of encouraging her in every way or of providing enter- tainment. It is very often this generous human be- ing who makes possible a higher education for many a girl. And when the school days are over, when the re- quired and desired knowledge is secured, Boswell again comes to the front with advice and informa- tion concerning the choosing of a vocation. Advice is also given with regard to the selecting of friends. Needless to say, much of the proffered counsel is ig- nored by the young lady in question, and discussions then ensue. It is expected that the favored female should conduct herself as was customary for one of the species to do in the days of this particular uBos- well . However, despite differences of opinion on many subjects, the young girl is almost perfect in the eyes of her Boswell ; and the latter never ceases to re- count the merits of her niece, for Boswell is none other than a maiden aunt! LILLIAN LEACY, ' 24 DOES MY DOG THINK? OFTEN sit and wonder if my dog really does think. I usually come to the conclusion that he must; for how could the owner of such wistful eyes as his keep from thinking? Just now, as he sits before me, one of his eyes is wide open and the other partly shut. This is one of his peculiarities. His eyes are always that same way. The eye that is open looks up at me so wisttuIly! I am sure he is begging very hard, in the only way he knows, to go out and play with the other dogs. But then the other eye puzzles me. He keeps it so near- ly closed that it is only with the greatest difficulty that I can see into it at all. He always seems to be ashamed to open it. Perhaps he has been robbing the pantry or chewing up some of Mother's new books, and is afraid of being punished. I am sure that if he would only open that eye I should be able to tell, for he could not conceal a guilty expression in both eyes. But now, as I always do after I have thought about all this, I realize that my dog can't think mfor, you see, the only dog that I have is a little china puppy that sits up on my mantel piece. CLARISSA BAKER, t2 5 THE LEADER OF THE GANG OUGH Johnson, the leader of the Littleville Winners, was a sight to behold as he came marching up the street to his home. His pa- ternal parent, sitting on the porch, saw Tough in the way paternal parents have a habit of doingeat his worst. So it was that Tough , who had, by the way, been christened James Edward, came to trial before he had had a chance even to change his clothes. As this was not an unusual occurrence, he was led to what was known as the Court of Jimmie's Pleas . Judge Johnson was seated at what might have been, long ago, a desk; Mrs. Johnson, who was the Jury, the whole Jury, and nothing but the Jury, took her place beside her eternal spouse. HToughn took his usual place in the box , a large platform with a rope around it; really this was the boxing ring of the Winners, but it answered the former purpose oftener than the latter. Yes, Tough was a sight to behold. His hair tso his Mother thoughtl looked as though it had not been combed or washed in a year. His right eye looked like a blown-up balloon with black, green, and blue rings around it. His nose had the appearance of having bled more than once in the course of the afternoon. His clothes, however, were the worst; his hat had been lost in the fray; his coat was carried over one shoul- der, in an indifferent attitude; his shirt sleeves were rolled up, disclosing exceedingly dirty arms; one trousers-leg was up, the other clown; a hole large enough for a fist to be thrust through was in one stocking, while the other was gray with dirt; his hands looked quite as if he had been in the coal-bin. THIS was Tough . t 50 interested in this appearance were the ujudge and jury,' that they did not listen to Jimmie's tale of woe. Nor even did they hear him when, towards the end, he waxed eloquent with an account of the victory. t Therefore it happened-that which should not, to the mind of James Edward, have ever come about. James Edward Jimmie Tough Johnson was led to the WOOd-Shed. I BEATRICE GOODHART, t2 6 ON CLEANING OUT A CLOTHES-CLOSET EVERAL times a year I am duly reminded that the clothes-closet in my room will have to be thinned-out to keep it from bursting its bonds and overflowing into the room. Strange to say, the process is, and probably always will be, the same. I start out with all good intentions. First, everything must be cleaned out, and then I must see what can be thrown, or given, away, and what kept. All the clothes are then removed from the closet and hung gracefully over anything in my room that can be made to hold them. After this process my room usually gives the impression of, Great rummage sale. Come early and avoid the rush. While I am con- scientiously carrying out my seIf-appointed task, a welcome message, usually, uOh, yoo hoo, phone, comes floating up the stairs to me, and with a relieved sigh I hurry off to the telephone. Several days pass, and every time I enter my room, I am uncomfortably reminded that I must soon again attack the job. Mother refuses event to consider it, and threatens to have the Board of Health othcials come down to inspect my room. At last it can be postponed no longer. I climb the stairs wearily, en- ter the room, and sit down to contemplate the task that confronts me. I wonder dejectedly if it cannot be again postponed, but the thought of mother's threats goad me on. I begin. uWlhat are these? My first pair of dancing slippers. I remember the first time I wore them. It was the time I spilled ice-cream on my new blue taffeta, and hacl such a great time de- spite the calamity. Yes, I certainly had one good time. I find it has taken me about Fifteen minutes to decide that I simply cannot part with these old, worn-out slippers. This will never do if I am to finish in one afternoon, and it begins to look as if I WODItr There follows a busy period of brushing-out and hang- ing away dresses, skirts, and blouses. It is over the things that I have hrd for a long time that I linger, hesitating whether, To throw away, or'not to throw away; that is the question. Here is an old party dress, made for my cousin's wedding. uNo, I must WESTWARD H0 49 keep this as a remembrance of that beautiful affair. And so it goes, one thing after another that I cannot really part with. Just about this time my sister en- ters. But what will you do with all that junk? It's no good. Oh, when I'm an old grandmother with snowy hair and a black lace shawl drawn over my bony shoulders, I'll call my grandchildren around me and say, IListen, my children ' And now the task has been accomplished. I look for the pile of discarded articles-it is not here. It is always the sameethere never is any pile to be dis- carded. Well, one must admit my intentions are good, even if they are not carried out. SARA K. FEIKIN, I25 I WORK FOR A PRIZE HEN I look back over my youth, I wonder at my simple, trusting nature: my artlessness and unsophistication were unbelievable. I cred- ited everything I heard, and everything I said I thought to be gospel. Hence my belief in a boisterous, blatant magazine article, announcing a munificent prize to be offered to the successful com- petitor in a surprisingly simple contest. It was vaca- tion time; was convalescent; time weighed heavily upon me; the topic was interesting-these facts con- spired toward my downfall. I entered the contest. The winner was he who could make, from the follow- ing sentence, the most English words: uUse Elam's Irish Lawn when you write. With all the enthusiasm of a beginner, I set to work. I had hit upon a plan which I believed would be most thorough. Going over the sentence, I struck out the letters alphabetically, counting up the number of times each was used, and setting the results upon paper. I then opened the dictionary to the letter Ua , continuing through to y , omitting only such letters as g and uu , which were not included in the sentence. Thus did I spend two full clays, paus- ing only to eat and to sleep, working feverishly and exultantly, and counting up the results of my labors at each breath. I was nervous, excited, pteevish, and worried. Suppose, after all my efforts, I were to miss the prize by two or three words! The thought alone was insufferable, and I worked all the harder to pre- vent its happening. My pencil wore away, my pa- tience wore away, and time wore away. Mother tried to convey the thought to me that the announcement might be a fraud, but her gentle suggestions never penetrated. I was impervious to sounds, and an- swered only when my name echoed loudly in my ears. Even then, mother tells me, I appeared as one in a dream, and responded in a dazed, preoccupied manner. It was a most trying time. On the even- ing of the second day I aroused from my lethargy to exclaim aloud, I've finished, and have exactly twelve hundred and fortyvone words! - Mother po- litely opened her mouth to express her surprise ancI delight, supposedly at this achievement, but really at my return to earth. Of course I sent in my contribution, and of course I never heard from the judges. I left the city the day after, and went away on a trip most distasteful at that time, as it meant that I should be a day or so later receiving the news of my good fortune. Such was my credulity, that I actually believed that within a week or so I should receive a thousand dollars! At my ten- der age the blow came doubly hard, but perhaps it was: for the best. It has certainly kept me from ene tering many less propitious contests, and whenever I feel myself weakening the least bit, I murmur, ' Use Elam's Irish Lawn. It has a marvelously bolstering effect. SARA CAMPBELL, '24 TO A FRIEND From your brown eyes I see the tranquil Iight Of friendshipIs loving trust shine clear and bright. Cay gossip passes oft betwixt us twain; We stay to chat, and ponder once again, As is our wont, upon this world so strange To our young gaze; but Time our view will change. When long eventful years have passed away, Will friendship bind us close, e'en as today? I wonder. LENA ROSEN, '25 APRIL The world is filled with a rich warm haze, That hears full promise of long summer days; Of bright May mornings when the violet's hue, Is brightenkl and deepen'd by the sparkling dew; Of velvety meadows where mid the green blades The spring flowers peep with their myriad shades; Where the gay laughing brook babbles and sings, Filled with the joy that mare being brings; Of rich golden sunsets and fruit trees snow-white; And May breezes bIowing as day fades to night; Of deep August moonlight while the moon on the bay Makes a path of pure splendor as bright as the day; These things and more are mine for this eve, And my heart bids me sing as sweet clreams I weave. FRANCES HEAPS, '25, AY, Cek, what do you think? uI don't know, what? I have to write the Exchanges for the last 1Q? issue of Westward Ho! ' - You do? What do you have to say?h uWell, l have to comment on the magazines that come to us from various schools. I haven't decided just how Iill write them. I was just thinking of it; that's how I happened to burst forth the news to you. Come on, sit down and read these magazines with me. Some of them are great!H uOh! Whafs the name of that one just peeking from the bottom of the pile? I can just see a part of the cover. My, but its attractive! uYes, that's the iPanoramaX the magazine of Bing- hamton Central High School, New York. The covers of their magazines are always just as attractive as this one. IPanorama's' beauty is not only skin deep, for the contents is good and well organized.,' HHereIS the iCestrian' of Chester High School, Chester, South Carolina! The boys surely seem to be favored in that school. Pictures of girls' teams or group pictures of girls are as scarce as hens' teeth, while boys' faces beam most frequently. iiDoesn't nearly every magazine have an Exchange Department? HSurely, why? Well, hereis one that hasnit. uIt's the iWestern, from West Philadelphia High School for Boys. Hmm, that is strange, isn't it? Now, I remember jotting that clown when I read the magazine the other clay, but I also remember taking down the fact that their athletic news was very complete and most in- teresting to outsiders. Another thingel wonder where their poetry is? Speaking of poetry, Cek, just read some of those poems in the raj, of Har- risonburg High School. It has a iPoetry Corner, which is quite interesting. The Song of Youth, is especially praiseworthy. It's a shame their stories are so short, for they are very well written. Just listen to what they say about uSa'Westward H0! is in a Class to itself. It is splendid from cover to cover,. hQuite a compliment, I should say! What maga- zine is that you're scanning so closely? uIt's the iVirginianf I was straining my eyes for a few photographs, but I can,t find one. I think theyid be a great help, don't you, Louise? HYes. They might add a few more stories too. uHereis the magazine, iOur Monthly,y edited by the Thornwell Orphanage of Clinton, South Carolina. It's small, but the wonderful spirit with which it has been written makes up for its size. You know, Gek, I've looked on every single page; but I can't End the name of any editor.el wonder who is responsible for the material published. Here's a picture of their football team. It won the championship this year. Wastft that spiffy? Wish we.were close enough for verbal congratulations.H Whew! Four oyclock, Cek. ing, don't you think? We,d better be go- If I donit stop interesting you EMx'ller , '21; with these Exchanges, I never will get home. Oh, clonit let's go yet. Of course we won't look at all the rest, for it appears as though Westward Ho l's Exchange list numbers thirty-five or more, but just a few more, please. If you'd like to see some excellent drawings, just look at those in the iArgusI from Harrisburg High School; even the cover was designed by one of the students. When I read their school news, I felt as though I knew the people I read about. And looke UWait a minute, Louise; turn that page back again, please! Gaze at that list of states with which they exchange.n HThat's nothing. the United States. changes with us. Oh, great! Look, let's try this, Gek. A Senior from Harrisburg High School writes that she called across the room, iSay, turn around, good looking!' It was surprising how many obeyed. :iAIl right, let's. Weyll see how many Western- ites consider themselves worthy of such a title. uThe IRenocahi; Reidsville High School, Reids- ville, North Carolina, should compare its drawings with those of the iArgus', for they need improve- ment. Their school news and exchanges, on the other hand, are Fine. Read their Exchange News; it's writ- ten as a play. Quite original, don't you think? I'll say! What a dignified appearance that mag- Zine has! Whose is it? Thafs City Night School's,--their graduation is- sue. The old expression, ilt is good from cover to eover', is the most appropriate remark to make about it, 1 know. If the spirit of the poem, iYouf which one of the students wrote, is the spirit of the student body, I am sure their magazine is not the only success- ful project of the school. What is that you have, now? 'Eastern Echoi. Doesnit it seem strange to see Miss Cairnesis picture in any school magazine other than IWestward Hol'? It's in here, you know. Of course that's perfectly natural now, but it's hard for VVesternites to realize it. My! iEastern Echo' is fine thfs time, isn't it? UYes, its very good, but I wonder why they didn't give a title to their trontispiece. iiYou know, I noticed that too. drawn in spite of the fact. Westward Ho! didnit stop With A school in England now ex- It surely is well Any more magazines? HOh, surely, plenty; but I think we'd better dis- continue looking at them until tomorrow. Don't you? HYes, it's getting rather late-but could I take a few home tonight? Certainly. if you don't mind looking like a pack- horse carrying them. Fine! Looking like a paCk-horse is the least of my worries. Iill take them. Well, here I go. 'Bye, see you tomorrow. u'Bye! LOUISE DINSMORE, '25 HE match games between Eastern and Western were even more exciting than usual; for East- ern outdid herself in making goals, and beat us in both games, although not without a hard struggle on the part of our teams. The first between the Eastern Green team and the Western Red team, was vary thrilling; for the ball flew up and down the ugymH as if it possessed wings. Although the team tried very hard to prevent it, the ball continually went through the wrong basket, from our point of view, that of the Easternites. The following was the line-up: Western E. Considine t0 ....... F ........ A. Noonan U U E. Dietz t7t .......... F ........ E. Thomas UZl Eastern . Lewis ............. C .............. E. Norden A. Miller ........... S.C ............ l. Wander V. Donelson .......... G ........... C. Hilgenberg R. Cilpin ............ G ................ C. Loss H. Pearce ........... Sub. . Cessford .......... Sub. C. Halliclay .......... Sub. The game between the Eastern Green team and the Western uBlackn team was, if possible, more ex- citing than the former one. The cheer leader of the Eastern side distinguished herself by fainting, and casualties, caused by being hit with the hall, were in or- The game was at school No. 76, and the gym der. was practically filled with those who came to root for their teams. Not only were all the old yells gone over, but also two Easternites amused us with a most enjoyable, not to mention sarcastic, revision of the well-nigh murdered song, uMr. Gallagher and Mr. Shean . The line-up was: Western Eastern B. Ulman tZl ........ F ........ E. Thomas U6l E. Bishop 06y ........ F ......... A. Noonan t8l M. Burke C .............. E. Norden H. LaMar . . Wander H. Turnbull tcaptj . . . .C. . . .C. Hilgenberg tcapj N. Hilleary ........... G E. Crube ........... Sub. E. Wilhelm .......... Sub. The inter-class games provoked even more interest than the intereschool ones. After training for many weeks the th:rd and fourth year teams drew up in battle array, having for the:r mascots a red hen and a black pig, both with most fetching yellow bows around their necksp The grandstands, if one may thus call the winclow-sillsY rickety stools, benches, and boards which were utilized, were crowded to their ut- most extent; and the cheers, which burst forth simuls taneously from the throats of the rooters, were re- markable. Toot! went the whistle and the game was on; backwards and forwards, in and out, up and down, went the ball, scarcely missing a basket for which it was aimed. One of the members of the fourth year team was forced to resign her position to a substitute, because of a knee which was distinctly pro-junior. The battle array was as follows: $Changecl to forward. Western Seniors Western Juniors E. Bishop U9l ........ F .......... B. Ulman U4i E. Considine F ......... K. Cessforcl t9l 55M. Burke t7l ........ C ............... E. Lewis E-Y'outier tag E. Dietz ............. S.C ............. H. LaMar V. Donelson tcapj . . . .G ...... H. Turnbull tcapJ A. Miller G ............. N. Hilleary H. Pearce ........... Sub ............ B. Krupsaw H. Wysocki ......... Sub.. . . . . . . . . . . .E. Wilhelm H. Besley ........... Sub. C. Halliday .......... Sub. The Sophomore-Freshman game was decidedly in favor of the nSoaphs , althov the Freshmen played a very good game. However, in attempting to get the ball, the head of a player was seriously discommoded by the pressure between the wall and the reclining, one might almost say sprawling, figure of another player. The referee was Miss Lucy Journaey from Eastern High School. The line-up was as follows: Sophomores Freshmen H .Wagner tZOl ....... F ........... M. Baker CU . Hoff U7l .......... F ......... D. Edwards tSl . Cilpin tcapj ....... C ............ C. Schnepfe Cullom .......... S.C .............. D. Ijams Rice .............. C .......... K. Trell teapj Seward ........... G ............ R. Schapiro Cebauer .......... Sub. . . . . . . .. . .T. Creenberg Cirvin ............ Sub ................ E. Rife Sudler ............ Sub ............. Er Mueller . Waidner .......... Sub ............. M. Purcell Finally, after much joyful anticipation, the cham- pionship game was played; and when the whistle Finally blew, everybody was blue in the face from holding her breath so much. It was with sighs of rev lief that the Seniors greeted their victory, for the Soph- omores had seemed a most formidable adversary. Miss Crossman, the referee, surely deserves a vote of thanks on the part of the school, for, like the uall- seeing Argus , she seemed. to have eyes all over her head. Methinks the pig, which served as the Seniors, mascot, should be allowed to die at a nripe old age rather than suffer the ignominy of being butchered. Lastly, the Senior team; did it play well, and did it cle- serve its victory, and the cup and letters it received? l'll leave that to the school at large, but I am sure the unanimous reply would be, HIT DID. In regard to the regular athletic curriculum volley- ball has started and the attendance is very good. A tennis tournament has been organized, and several rounds have already been played; of course the result of this tournament is eagerly awaited, and the cham- pion will be duly honored. The ugymn department's motto seems to be, HCarry on , ano they are living up to it. The line-up for the Senior-Sophomore game was as follows: wrsscwsww Seniors Sophomores E. Bishop U9l ........ F ........ H. Wagner UZl M. Burke t4D ........ F ............ F. Hoff t7l C. Halliclay ........... C ........ R. Gilpin tcapj E. Dietz ............. S. C ............ V. Cullom V. Donelson tcapJ . .C ................ E. Rice H. Besley ............ G ............. D. Seward H. Pearce Sub. ........... V. Gebauer H. Wysocki .......... Sub .............. V. Cirvin E. Considine ......... Sub .............. L. Sudler Sub ............ R. Waidner B. BURDICK, '24 WESTWARD HO Commercial Clippings mama u, .n7 W mfo w4 , x yx j 'Zvoax g M. 0w ,erE v x Wax. r lfjxi J Km e4 9K5. farxfxyijfAqu , , 4.9 A xXMngw y u 7 0wm9 9J04 vale EN mm -t.,aXez,,x . ij VJ; 9 K$-My9v V-Kuk 4' QHZLNQO e41 Ag ngwwo xwrZV'axxd--V 2 ! i Z. W, 7 fl' PUZZLES 0d EAR Western Puzzlers: Here's a surprise for you! I sent a copy of the last issue of uWestward Ho! to hThe Enigma , a little magazine devoted entirely to puzzles. The editor of this magazine replied promptly; he said he thought it a fine idea for us to have a puzzle page, and he authorized me to offer a six-month's subscription to The Enigma for the best answers to the puzzles on this page. This maga- zine contains about fifty puzzles of all different kinds each month. A halfiyearis subscription is worth a dollar, so it's worth trying for. Next fall welll prob- ably have another prize for original puzzles. Keep that in mind this summer. Again we have some original puzzles, and we have more solvers than last time. Anagrams do not seem to be so popular. Here are the girls who sent in an- swers last time tsome have adopted nom de plumes, as you seel: u B. Ulman, C-Z Jack Rose, '27 Mildred Dixon, '24 The Sacks Sisters Helen Lavelle, ,24 Margaret Tingley, C-Z Answers to Puzzles in Last Issue . Westward Ho! . Gymnasium CUT CAROL CURTAIN TOAST LIT N F BAT FAVOR TOP R EBRO BEAR RAJA ORAL MAID AERO IRON DONE Elbow BracE Edges CheaT KnifE EtheR RaveN HEARD E ER I E ARCON R l OTS D ENS E 9. Western High School I 0. Stag-hound . Municipal Band . A hoot-owl . Theatricals . Cap-able . Misunderstandings . Immortality, immorality New Puzzles Square: 1. A horse; 2. an herb; 3. to turn; 4. creeping fish. Square: 1. Wretchecl; 2. otherwise; 3. a conti- nent; 4. close. Helen Lavelle, '24 My First is in Eaton, but not in Turney. My second is in Turney, but not in Huffie, My third is in Huffy, but not in Nellie, My fourth is in Nellie, but not in Greenie, My fifth is in Greenie, but not in Kitty, My sixth is in Kitty, but not in Dennis, My seventh is in Dennis, but not in Bobby. Everyone mentioned is my whole. B. Ulman, C-Z I am an English teacher's name; change my head and I become benevolent; again, and I become nourishment; again, and I become a covering for the head; again, and I become a state of mind. B. Ulman, C-Z . Take an argument and a boy's nickname from mouldy; Take a small flap and coming after the usual time from to set clown in a table of items; Take a preposition and a color from innate; Take kindled and a large door from to contest in law; Take a word of refusal and good judgment from absurdity; Take an indeHnite adjective and a monkey from a mouth wide open; The six single letters remaining will spell a word meaning umaterial for tubes . B. Ulman, C-Z Anagram: A Latin, I. The Enigma Riddle: Oi, 4, Bl A sturdy beast of toil behold iWith him we're all familiary; Then seek an animal most boldA iLook out he doesn't kill yerD Toss them together, mix, and find A covering for the floor designed. The Enigma Charade i5l When. we to the movies go, keep your eyes on ONE: Down the aisle we file, you know, showing how it's done. I precede TWO gracefully, knowing where's each seat; What a TOTAL you would be! says she, shy and sweet. Anagram: Notes miles. Anagram: Thirteen Colonies Post Defiance Dead Against Future Foreign Dominance. CLASS OF CELIA ABRAMSON-asCeP We believe that we have truly found in Gel an ex- ample of Longfell'oxxfs aaLaughing Allegra. $ MARIE ADLER According to Miss Dallam, Marie Will break all records for the quarter mile at 12.20. Otherwise she is a model of deportment. $ ALLYNE AIREY Dolly is our favorite little actress, as well as a good old pal, and it isn,t aaall a mistake? $ ALESIA PARKE ALDEN Our Yankee girlaa worthy descendant of her illustrious ancestor, the lovely Priscilla athe best, pal a girl could have. $ JMARY L. ALEXANDER A charming manner and a winnmg way. HELEN ALPERT Our Southern lass has enough knowledge stored away in her head to fill an encyclopedia. $ REBECCA S. ALPERSTEIN Chatter boxaaaawful cute. $ RUTH 'K. APPLESTEIN Ruth will bring honor to us by her ability as a sales- man. $ HELEN VIRGINIA ALVEY Western's corridors Will be quiet without her resounding voice. g GRACE CAROLINE ARNOLD Dlss champion speller. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR SYLVIA ASKIN Sylvia swings at mean Chandler. Therds a dupli- cate of her in the first year. $ NANCY ASPINALL When Nancy eegrows up she will surely be an editor of a newspaper. $ RUTH THELMA ATKINSON A girl with never a worry, but she gets there just the same. :52 EMILY ELIZABETH AUSTIN Is there anything that Emily hasrft seen or heard? 3 M. MARGARET AYRES eeMargvie AmbitioneTo become a dancing instructor. Outstanding featureseAu- kurn hair and dimples. RUTH J. BACHARACH I venture to say Ruth is the hardest working girl in ,24. Always the most relia- ble girl behind the scenes. when shees not exchange ed- iting eeWestward H0! or studying. $ KATHERINE A. BALLACH She is a quiet and industri- ous student of high ideals, a credit to her class. g ELEANOR MIRIAM BALSER Dramatic Club, Senior Play Committee. She has danced her way into our hearts. i MARY HODGES BARKER Whenever you see Mary, you know that Edna is near. $ GERTRUDE BASS eeGertiee Gertie is surely cute; but eethat ainet all. She is a professional bluffer, yes sir- ree, with a capital B. THE CLASS OF ALICE MAY BAUER Alice is an exponent of V AGATHA E'BENESHUMAS Shakespeareis 0ft quoted say- . , i. There is a vein of mischief ing, iiA 10w voice is an excel- , i : there. lent thing in woman.u v . MARIAN RUTH BEALL BERTHA BENNER HOW she can iihoch A yqung' lady With artiStiC ' Li - Deutch ! Quiet but a store- talent is Marlan. , room of knowledge. i $ . , EMILIE MARGARITE LOUISE MAE BECKER . BENTZ A good sport With a ready V Emilie is artistically in- smile. What more could you - . clined. She often brings want? v . i home the prize from poster contests. $ $ GLADYS MAE . . BEDINGFIELD ii i V DOROTHY BERMAN Gladys is from Califor- . Dorothy will be missed nia and her personality is as ' from the halls of Western. charming as her drawl. g5 . g; DENA A. BELL Denais loyalty to her friends, her studious attitude toward her lessons, her love for 24, make us realize what a gem we have in our midst. ESTHER BERNSTEIN Esther is dainty and sweet, and we think that is enough said. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR HELEN BESLEY A shining star in basket- ball, volley ball', hockey, and math. gs RUTH LOUISE BIENEMAN Ruth is quiet by nature, but With that quietness goes a strong sense of honor and loyalty. $ EDNA ELIZABETH BISHOP yBasketball and Bobbieyy-y- both begin with B. How ap- propriate! $ MARCELLA LOUISE BLADEN yyAirYt she neat, ha-ha, sweet ha-ha, dainty and fair. $ ..KATHERINE A. BLAIR Kitty,s two great assets- her diamond ring and yyCum- nly-n ROSE BLECHMAN Yes, Rose, you can help, but dorft make so much nOISeP $ BERTHA BLOCK For good compositions, ap- ply t0 Bertha. $ HELEN ANNA BLOECHER A quiet, unassuming stu- dent of high ideals. $ IRENE M. BLUM'BERG yyYes, youyd pick her out of a crowd! Pm crazy about her. $ BERTHA MATILDA BORCHERS She might 'be small, but many a small person has taken the world by storm. THE CLASS OF VIRGINIA S. BORNMANN She,s a true Bornmann product. Everyone likes her. $ DOROTHY BORTZ Girls! a-a-nd we canAt run the magazine without sub- scriptions. $ EDITH BRICKMAN Another vamp approach- eth,, would be what weAd say if we didnAt know her. $ YETTA BRICKMAN A bucket of brilliancy, a bit of sweetness, the best pal a girl can haveAthis mixture is Yetta. g MARY DOROTHY BRINK LEY She is our regular Nell Brinkley drawing, with a wonderful personality. MILDRED EVANS BRODIE When Mildred dies, she ought to turn into a wooden spoon, because she,s such a good mixer. $ FRANCES D. BROWN Small but indispensabIeM thatAs Frankie? $ MARGARET VICTORIA BROWN Here,s to Peg, our honored Westward Ho! rep. Yes, she Was the successful flapper in AAGIarenceJ, and she scored heavily in the AAPoly-West- ern play. i GRACE E. BRYANT A sweet good-natured girl with That schoolgirl com- plexionP $ ELIZABETH SANFORD BUCHNER A busy little lady who gives much of her time to the Latin and Math Clubs. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR ELIZABETH ROGERS BURDICK Betty is a real sport with a ready smil'e. $ MINERVA SUZANNE BURKE Chief delight w Playing basketball. General occupation-wAct- ing as our weather prophet for wup yonder. g5. MILDRED ELIZABETH BURNETT Our Mil sure has won dis- tinction at Western; second year, Student rep; fourth year, Tome Out of the Kitchen? Secretary of Stu- dent Council. i BRYNDELL R. BUXBAUM Our once future English in- structress has fooled us and promises to be a famous chemist. g2 GRACE CAIRNES Grace has a bright outlook on life. For proof, look at that broad smile on her face. SARA CATHERINE CAMPBELL First in lessons, and first in the hearts of her class- mates. g AUGUST FRANCES CAPLAN NOT what would we do without wwGussier playing at lunchtime. BUT what would we do without wwGussie? $ SYLVIA CAPLAN Syweea is certainly a pearl, for she is, indeed, good-hearted. $ MARIAN CAREY Marian is quick-witted in her lessons and whole-heart- ed in play. $ ZELMA CARMEL Not devoted to Vergil or Burke, but she has music in her soul. J EANETTE CARP L llHave a smile for every- one you meet? is Jeanettels motto. $ ELIZABETH CARR Libby has a great sense of humor-too great When it bubbles over in class. g EDN A CARTER Edna is quite a busy per- son. In her spare moments she is generally eating ice cream While looking at a photo-play magazine. $ ROSE CHESLOCK Our Rosie is light and gay, and always full of laughter; it really is of little matter What reprimands come after sa sudden joyful bubbling over. $ FANNIE CHESSES Her diminutive figure is excelled only by her charm- ing manners. THE CLASS OF MINNIE CHESSES A keen-Witted girl Who does not misuse the signifi- cant word, llfriendshipfl She takes is for What it stands. $ KATHERINE CLARE A charming; manner and a winning way. $ BESSIE COHEN liBess,l Of a pleasing disposition, with beautiful hair and ex- pressive eyesswhat could be sweeter? $ RUTH COLEMAN A keen sense of observa- tion, and nimble fingers fash- ion her pretty frocks. $ CORA ELIZABETH COLLIER Her beauty, shy charm, and lovable disposition have captivated all of us. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR EVELYN CONSIDINE As brilliant as her hair, and as active in sports as Sparkplug is in the races. $ SYLVIA COOPERSTEIN .We often associate Sylvia w1th brains, but we always associate her with smiles. $ GERTRUDE F. CORDISH Gertie may not be much on the subject of conductebut she,s Hpacked up her troubles in her kit bag and SMILED!w $ ELSIE FOLENSBY CORNER Sheis one of our popular Seniors, with her crushes and bright red hair. $ MARCELLE LaFAYETTE CRAM Swift-footed to uphold the right and t0 uproot the wrong. ESTHER DALLMUS This is the girl who never knows anything until she gets to class, but there bub- bles over with inspiration. $ MARY ESTHER DALTON Herds t0 Esther, may your future be as bright as you are. $ FRANCES DANIELS A combination of' hashing black eyes and hair like jet, is Fannie. $ VIRGINIA LLEWELLYN DARLING-ftJinny,i Everything that her name implies. i MILDRED M. DAVIDSON Our friend, Mrs. Forbes, 0f the City-Western play. THE CLASS OF BELLE MIRIAM DAVIS Miriam,s favorite indoor sport is talking. She is versed in every phase of the art and intends to continue studying it. $ ELIZABETH DAVIS Elizabeth is fast becoming a literary genius. She is a wonderful friend, an earnest student, and a very lovable girl. i FLORENCE F. DAVIS Flohs another example of nLittle but mighty? $ MILDRED L. DAVIS Mil is the most uncon- cerned in D-ll. :It does not pay to worry, is her motto. $ GRACE DEICHES Witty and charming stu- dent rep; the very essence of Grace. ESTHER MAE DEITZ Small, slippery? Ask her guard in basketball. $ MARIA DcMARCO The best school partner a girl ever had. For further informaiton ask Virginia Graham. $ PAULINE MARY DIETERLE Paulinees capabilities are shown in her fine busmess management of hWestward HOW $ ANNE KATHERINE DIMLING I wonder what motive Katherine has When shehs for- ever rushing out of school. $ MILDRED ELIZABETH DIXON Oh! Mil; where did you ever learn to excel that way in Shorthand? NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR LAURA DODSON Pipe that bank on our de- mure Doddids head! How are we going to make her mistress of a Little Red School House,, after this?!!! $ VIRGINIA DONELSON Here,s to Ginny, captain of our tbasketball team, shets as successful in making friends as she is at sports. $ KATHERINE DOUGLAS Kathernie knows that to have true friends you must be one, yourself. $ VIRGINIA DOWNS Virginia is a sweet young girl, but shes been busy this winter. Notice her ttfratty pm. $ NELLIE DRUMMOND Our hats off to Nellie, for shets one of our stars in ste- nography. FLORENCE EDELSON A bubbling brook bubbling over with chatter and laugh- ter. $ SADIE EDLAVITCH ttLaugh and the world laughs with you, giggle and you giggle alone. That,s Sadie! $ A. GERTRUDE EDWARDS Our Gertie is noted for her popularity and charming ways Her ability as a Stu- dent Rep for three years, and her success as President of the Student Council, have made her well known as a leader. $ DOROTHY EICHHORN We wonder if the Home Economics Club gave Doro- thy the magic thimble she possesses. $ FLORENCE MAY ELDER The competent treasurer of D11. THE CLASS OF IRENE ELIOT Galli-Curci, look out! Here comes Irene. $ ROSE EUCHTMAN Rosehs diminutive figure is oyershadowed by ever ready kmdness and sympathy. $ VERA EULER Why so sad, Vera? You who usually have an ever ready smile. $ SARAH BOTELER EVANS .A nimble tongue, a quick lEsnthand ever generous with 01: . $ HELEN MARIE FEASTER . Shehs only half. The other 1s Dorothea Hudsonoand they are the most inseparable halves ever. THELMA ELIZABETH FEICK Thelmafs our fashion ar- biter. $ LUCILLE VIRGINIA FELDMAN Shehs one of these modest violets, but always ready to lend a hand. $ EDNA MAY FETHE She,s friendly toward ev- eryone but does not believe in going with girls in general honly one in particular. Find Mary! i K. ELIZABETH FIDDIS If you want an interesting book to read, apply to Eliza- beth. She,ll give you a pret- zel to relish with it. $ L. CATHERINE FINNELL Steady and capable, the shining star in basketball. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR GRACE FLANNERY Full of Irish impetuosity. A compliment? Well I guess. g AMELIA FLEISHMAN Quiet in class room, but oh, my! outside. We all love her, and predict a bright fu- ture for her. $ BEATRICE J EAN FLINKMAN Impulsive, loyal, with an ever present spirit of faith ness. $ NANNIE VIRGINIA FORRER Take a good long look. Herek a girl who always knows all her lessons. $ ROSE IRENE FOSTER Rose gains a great deal by her valuable trait of being quiet. SARAH WAINWRIGH FOUTZ . A real Latin shark, but- she doesn,t bite. $ L. VIRGINIA FOX Editor-in-Chief of West- ward Ho! Dramatic Club; peerless Jane Ellen ; ,24'5 leading lady. $ FLORENCE FRANTZ Florencds life is just one new piece after another. Thereql have to be some new composer to keep her sup- plied. $ ETHEL L. FRIBUSH Hey, Cadillac, where,re you going with that little girl? $ IDELLE CARLOYN FRICKER Idelle is cheerful and ever willing to help. THE CLASS OF BESSIE M. FRIEDMAN Bessie is an artist. I won- der if she palnted her own divine eyes? $ VIRGINIA ROGERS FRY President Dramatic Club. iiLady Vii, laughs, and the world laughs at her. i RUTH ASHMORE FURST Student rep. Ruth is quiet, but actions speak louder than words. $ GERTRUDE L. GALLOWVAY Polyis champion booster. $ SYLVIA RUTH GANN Sylvia is one to whom Dame Fashiorfs dictates are as laws, for sheis always stylishly dressed. EDNA AMELIA GERKEN She,s not short, she,s not Very tall, but she always is a friend to 3.11. $ . LILLIAN GERSOW An artist who comes from a talented family. $ MARYLAND GIBSON Laughing grey eyes, hu- mor, and the sweetest dispo- sition in the world are the three reasons why iiGi'bbiiW is so well liked. $ MARGUERITE GERAL- DINE GLOVER She rescues poor Western- 1tes stranded on the reefs of Latin and Math. gi MILDRED BLANCHE GODMAN We wonder how our old pal iiMiPi will suppress her gig- gles when she becomes a suc- cessful iiSomebodfs Ste- nogii? NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR ELSIE P. GOLDBERG Elsie is stylish, dainty, trim, and neat, and calls forth delicious syncopation from a piano. i FREDA DENA GOLDBERG Freda believes that D8 and 8 Es on the honor roll go together. $ MARIE R. GOLDBERG Most interested in popular music; her latest tune is 0 Harold! $ ALICE THERESA GOLDMAN Dark fiashing eyes and a flashing smile, go toward making up our gypsy-like Alice. $ GERTRUDE GOLDSTEIN I dorft think we could do without Gertie, she is a regu- lar Po11yannaJ, BESSIE GONER Bessie and Aeneas must be old pals; they get along to- gether so well. $ LILIAN B. GOODHEART Literary staff of Westward Ho! A true representative of her name. $ MARIE ELLEN GOODRICH Always ready to help her friends over difficult places. $ MARGARET LOUISE GORDON Her hair is a crowning glory; perhaps her brilliancy helps to make it shine. $ MARGARET REBECCA GORDON Peggy The apparel 0ft proclaims the man? Peg. THE CLASS OF JESSIE VIRGINIA . DOROTHY MERILL GROSS GRAHAM ; . . ' Gir1s, Pm not going to 9 V . .Alwazys In a .blg hurry. ask for Westward Ho! money ' ,Nlce g11:1. Admlred by all. this time? , . Nuff sald. g2 g IDA ANNA MARIE L ' . GREENWOOD , . BERFHA GROTH The people who say red hair marks a stormy disposi- tion have not seen Ida,s smile. There is no service like his that serves because he loves? Sti11 waters run deep. $ , . . i HELEN C. GREISZ T . , V - EMMA GRISWOLD Capable and responsible; : For some unknown CD true-blue; industrious; these reason, Emma always man- constitute Helen-an ideal , aged to get notices to carry Westernite. to the fourth 11001 . g '5; JEANETTE WILEY - RUTH CATHERINE GRIFFITH 1 GROVES Good. sporty good Ifriend, . V ' ' If you are in need of a and chlef Wlndow-ralser 0f - friend, in Ruth you will find D1. .1 ., - a true one. g5 ' gg MARGARET ADA GRIFFITH EMMA ANNE GRUBE A sunny, good natured girl . 7 Without noise or fuss, Em- who may be seen every Sun- ma has made a good name day afternoon on the Boule- . for herself 1n basketball as vard. . well as 1n the class room. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR CHRISTINE HALLIDAY mick, Altho good-natured and o'bliging by nature, Christine holds one of the positions on ,24,s scrappy basketball team. i LOUISE ETCHISON HARDY Louise is one of the most friendly, dependable, and 10v- able Seniors, and shasheis wearing a diamond where it means the most. $ RUTH CHRISTINE HARE A quiet, dear upholder of grace and timidity. $ ANNA BERNICE HARRIS We hope Annais literary talents wonit be wasted on the heathens. $ ELIZABETH HART The girl Who has practical- ly written iiWestward HM for the past four years. Sheis already a genius and is get- ting more so every day. ANNE ELIZABETH HARTMAN Our minister's daughter- but that doesnit mean that she is prim and proper. Noth- ing like it. $ LUCILLE HARTZ Lucille is full of fun and possesses a real sense of hu- mor and also 3. Hudson. $ MARY CATHERINE HASLUP We donit know how to de- scribe Kitty, for sheis just a iiwonderful girl? ? MABEL G. HASSON Her slow musical drawl carrles us back to Dixieland. $ EILEEN DE CHANTAL ' HAUS Hnme, James! Eileen is al- Ways willing to drive us home in the Chev. 0. K. all round. THE CLASS OF MILDRED VHEILMAN A true friend and a girl who always knows her les- son. DOROTHY HINER Does Dorothy eat, drink and sleep the unknown quantity?, 5; $ KATHIEEJEEERI'ECIARIE - , CLARA HOFFBERGER She possesses the artistfs There is a vein of mischief . $ . . ' ' V under her veil of dignity. Sen prlde a T1t1an crown. nior Feast Committee, Jun- ior-Senior boat-ride. 'i g FRIEDA HELLER . ' ELIZABETH SPRING ' . HOFFMEISTER As the weII-Worn phrase - goes, good things come in Spanish haipan Irish small packages. smile-a charming Yankee girl. gs ' g2 HELEN HIMELFARB ' MYRTLE ELAINE HOLLINS We understand why Helen ' . . . likes public speaking so well. , v MyrItIe ls another shlnlng stay 111 Math. g; i MAIFEIEDDgIIgggED' EDNA HOLMES A ' H We hope that blue will be . .What would Mlke do becoming to Mildred so that . ' ' Wlthout Frank ? her future will be bright. ., , NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR LUCY MAE HOLMES Lucy is one of D 6hs as- sets and Well say It was a happy day When she was as- signed to us. $ KATHERINE HOOD Kitty is a Very industrious little personage as we all know. i ROSE ALMA HOOT She fills the unforgiving minute with sixty secondsh worth of fun. $ MARY CATHERINE HORN Mary is our inflated ques- tion mark. g ERMA MARIE HOUSE Treasurer Math. Club; Le- gatus Latin Club. She wor- ships at the shrine of music. RUTH HOWARD Ruth looks down upon the world from a majestic height. $ DOROTHEA HUDSON Remember the hoop in the hcircush-this is it! But she has all the line qualities other cops havenht. Ask Helen Feaster! $ GRACE WINIFRED HUEG Winnie,s mathematical fig- ures aren,t much, butewell! $ MARGARET ESTELLE HUGHES The essence of quietness, but Ustill waters run deep. $ MARY DAY HUMPHREYS She may look like an an- gel, buteoh, my!!! THE CLASS OF GERTRUDE ELLEN IDE . 1' I VIVIAN VERONICA . JACKSON She s gomg to be a brave, noble, self sacrificin g nurse . . Vivian is known as the girl some day. Worft she look , With the flve E,vs . stunning in her uniform. ' - g ' , i2 FREDA ILMER I 7 ' , L , FANNIE ROTHSCHILD JACOBI Lookee! Lookee! Herys a ' L great singer with a pro- L . What would have happened nounceable name. , ; . 1f I4;ann1e had flunked in a V test. g . k, ' g5 MADELINE IRWIN . ' V ' V HILDA JACOBI Shds always bubbling over , - We have a real beauty in with exuberance and pep. , L , A , D 6 for Hllda IS beautiful - . both inside and out. i g; MILDRED JEANETTE ' . ' , z DORIS A. OHN 0N ISAACS ' J S First in her heart is D1? ' ' L, . ' Doris is the kind of a girl that one cannot eaSIIy for- then the lunchroom. get. :2 gs ' x MARY DOROTHEA DOROTHY ESTELLE JACKSON 1 JOHNSON , . ' ' , Dot knows how to in H , g 1 Dots llttle, but oh, my.. V thaEs why she does it so, often. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR HELEN ELIZABETH J ONES Tillie the Toilet CU. $ DOROTHEA KAISER Dorothea seems quiet, but don,t judge a book by its cov- er. Just watch her dance or ride a horse and, excuse her dust! $ ETHEL MARIE KASTNER Quiet and unassuming, but she can see the humorous side of everything. $ EVELYN J ULIA KATCHEROFSKY She has high ideals, and she is a good sport. Besides all these features, her hair is simply beautiful. $ ETHEL SARA KATZ Our feminine Rudolph, when it comes to the tango and all of its variations. ANITA SOPHRONIA KELLER Apply to Anita for er- rands to be done for Miss Caimes. $ HAZEL MAXINE KELLER Student Rep; Dramatic Club; alias HBobbw; and Knave . $ BERTHA VIRGINIA KELLY aChimpyn Her pep, popularity and acting ability are inversely proportional to her size. i MARION ADELAIDE KENSETT Dramatic Club. Come Out of the Kitchen ; a versatile entertaining amateur. $ KATHERINE GERTRUDE KERN Our future Cleopatra or maybe a seamstress. THE CLASS OF EDNA G. KEYES Though we anger her in study hall we know Ednals forgiving smile will never be denied us. $ ELIZABETH KIRK Elizabeth is good natured, unselfish and ready for any- thing. i ROSE KIRSON Quiet, but always there and willing when you want her. $ MARY ELIZABETH KIRTLEY Her ability is only matched -by her smile. $ SELMA KLATZKY The smile that won't wear off, representing congenial- iity. BERTHA JEAN KLITCH Cool, calm and selfepos- sessed. $ THELMA MAY KNATZ What could we do without Patls great gift for music? She always saves the day. g ALMA KNOOP Never judge a book by its cover if Alma does look quiet and demureebut. $ GWENDOLYN G. KOLKER We think Gwennie carries out the dear old proverb, llGood things come in small packages. $ ROSE L. KORNBLATT Student Rep. Webster must have been thinking of Bunny when he wrote his definitions :f capability, generosity and unselflrshness. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR DORIS CHRISTINE KRAFT Always willing, ready to do anything that We ask of you. $ WANDA KRAFT SheVs often called uFlOT- ida,,; perhaps it,s because of her sunny disposition. $ MIRIAM DENA KRAMER She of the obliging nature, is a good sport. $ ROSALIND KRAMER Quiet and' unassuming, steadfast and loyal. $ . ' ALICE KRIEGEL The musical talent that we have in the person of Alice of the Peabody. ANNIE S. KRIEGER A sympathetic nature, odd- ly combined with a great sense of humor, has Annie. $ MARGARET VIRGINIA KYLE Westward Ho! rep. : The girl with the A. M. degree meaning after moneyU. $7 MARGARET MIRIAM LAMBETH Her voice is sweet, her manner sedate, but her locks are shorn. $ ROSE LaPIDES A good-natured and relia- ble girl, full of pep, push and humor. $ HELEN LAVELLE Helen remained immune for three years and then she flopped. THE CLASS OF LILLIAN THOMASINA LEACY An illuminating stellar in our midst, W? in every sub- jectiactive in dramatics. g LYDA WARNER LEE When in need of informa- tion about any of your les- sons, go to Lyda. Shefll al- ways help you out. g BERNICE LEGUM uPepsy ' iiPep -all that her name impliesiand maybe more! $ CECILIA MAY LEGUM iiPete? iiPeteii is quite original in her asthetic dances. $ LOUISE LEMKUHL iiStiIl water runs deep? ELIZABETH LEONARD We understand why Eliza- beth is so musical. $ HELEN ALICE LEVIN The girl with the appealing personality and depbndable character. g HELEN LEVIN Helen is a girl anyone would like for sheis full of vim and has a charming per- sonality. $ SARAH LEVIN Associate editor Westward Ho; Dramatic Club. i BEATRICE LEVINSON iiBee. We donit have to go to France to see Paris, we have it right here. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR GERTRUDE A. LEVINSON Gertie has suffy hair and shiny eyes and is always ready with a smile, what more could we say? $ ROSE FLORENCE LEVINSON My! how this pretty maids eyes do twinkle: When she tells one of the jokes from her ready supply. $ LEONA LEVY From hearing her recite, we think Leonais favorite ex- pression is iiyou know. Well, assuredly, iiwe know Leona. $ EDNA BEATRICE LEWIS One of ,24is versatile ar- tists who is threatening Bud Fisher's fame. $ ELINOR FOSTER LEWIS Tall, dignified and brilliant, but she has one weaknesss crushes. MARIAN ELIZABETH LEWIS Consul Latin Club; adver- tising manager Westward Ho; Latin is the hobby horse she rides. i GENEVIEVE LOCHNER Gennie worries, but Wins. $ CAROLINE CHRISTINE ON G It does pay to be quiet sometimes; look What our bashful Caroline has accom- plished. $ BERNICE F. LOVELACE Happy-go-iucky Niecyts a good dancer no matter where she goes. ' $ ESTELLE LOVETT Estelle is certainly gifted with ready 110W of speech and for that reason she,s always entertaining. CLASS OF - , BERNICE MARIE CARLYN LOWENTHAL . '. g ., . MALLONEE , V Bernice never misses a 021???? Zwagzmposed that S ' . ' joke and has developed an ef- ' fective laugh Which in spon- taneity lacks nothing. g5 g5 ISABEL J. LUBCHANSKY EILEEN MARY MANSUR Just ive her en and a- , . per angd she V?ill prodgce I I 7 . A Jolly, carefree IaSSMWhO something great LS always ready fora blt 0f ' fun. $ . g $ DOROTHY MAE LUTZ We Wonder if she is the MADELINE MANSUR RapunzeV whom the prince Mad s motto is Better told to Qet down her golden L late than never? haiW? Y ' gs gg OLIVE B. MacMILLEN Mac is like her choco- DOROTHY MARCKS late cake de1icious. . Her voice is like the soft ' winds that blow over calm waters. $ g LUCI A M AGN ANI v GERTRUDE MAROWITZ Her Italian ancesters have HA potential speaker 0f the bequeathed to her a fascinat- ouse. ing smile. ' NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR VIRGINIA IRMA MARQUISS iiGloriaP Her dignity is only equaled by her brilliancy. $ MARY ELIZABETH MARSHALL Literary Staff Westward Ho. She excels in everything. $ MARGARET CORALIE MARSHALL Bright, witty and golden- haired, thatis Lottie! $ GENEVIEVE MARTIN Genevieve,s favorite past- time is to absent herself from our little red schooli-house.n $ i LOUISE MARTIN Sugar and spice and all things niceit- Thatis what Louise is made off, CATHERINE MERRYMAN MiCORMICK A natural blush is a rare possession now-a-days. Cath- erine d0esn c realize how for- tunate she is. i EDITH J OSEPHINE MiCOURT Always ready to giggle in history. But pulls through on an iiE,, every quarter. i MARY EDNA M,CULLOUGH iiSpeech is silver, but si- lence is goldenfy is Ednzfs2 motto. i $ BEATRICE McGEE Bee holds her own name in our class as being the only black-eyed blond. $ GEORGIE E. MELVIN Georgie has more pep per square inch than Western has girls in the corridors at lunch time. THE CLASS OF HILDA R. MENEFEE EDNA MILLER Her ever-ready smile and Full; Of fun, life, and pep is L ' s I ' helping- hand makes Edna a our Hllda- valuable asset to D10. :5 g KATHARINE MERRITT - ' ' GERTRUDE MILLER llKittenf, is always. ready I ' . ' Lovable and pleasant. And, for eltnythmg good, be It work . ah! that bewitching dimple. or p ay. s l ' s LYDIA MEYER Literary Staff Westward H01; Dramatic Club. It is hard to realize that our gen- tle Lydia is also the sarcas- tic Western spectator. ISABEL MILLER Consul Latin Club. Whose Izzy is she? D2ls, welre proud to own. $ LOUISE WARNER MINETREE ANNA MILLER ' Altho Polly hasnlt been at ' ' Western long, she is one of A good all-around sporl. . us and we all love and admire Need we speak of her athlet1c , ' her. It was the other schools fame? l great loss, our great gain! $ g5 . s CORINNE ELIZABETH . , HELIFI?ngglEEIDE MILLER , . . Our class doll. What would Here's. foo Corlnnesallas ' we do without Helen and her Coles Phllhps. - - string of crushes? NINE'TEEN LTWENTY-FOUR IDA MYRTLE MITCHELL Ida does her share and half of someone elsets to make things go. $ HELEN AILEEN MIXTER We just can't remember that verse about ttOld King Cole? but anyway Helents a jolly old soul. $ BESSIE ETHEL MORGANSTERN ttHer voice is ever soft, gentle, and low. $ FLORENCE BERTHA MORGANSTERN nFlon Her speech is exceedingly slow, but when it. is finally issued, thereis always some- thing to it. $ GRACE LOUISE MORTIMER Once a friend, always a friend. ETHEL LOUISE MUHL Your favorite subject is Economics, istft it? Ouch! Who threw that brick? $ INEZ ROSE MUHL Always on hand, ready to do her duty in any manner, shape or form. $ CHARLOTTE EMILY MULLIKIN Attentive to work, a true friend to her friends. g CAROLINE MUNCASTER Some day Miss Palen will be proud of our little Home Economics teacher. $ ANNA J. MYNAR tWith apologies to Shake- spearei To cut or not cut her tresses, That is the question. THE CLASS -. IDONIA LEE NOLAND CATHERINE NARDIN x ' , iiDonyii Ambition fires her, chem- , i I Smiles + magnetism - istry claims her, kindness , quietness + popularity : portrays her. i, , - iiDonyf, $ L ' g MARIE EUGENIA h u - . ELSIE CATHERINE NEUSSELL NOONAN Always ready, always will- ing, hard working and de- servingithatis our Marie. Laugh, and the World laughs with you !iElsie,s motto. EVELYN GERTRUDE ,. i . i SOPHIE K. NEWMAN-iiEbyi, . ' . . NORDENHOLTZ This demure, welI-dressed i i - Sophie believes that flapper is a happy little gig- , ' v ' iispeech is silver, silence is gler. Z . ' golden. $ $ KATHERINE ELIZABETH ' , DOROTHY NORRIS NICHOLS ' ' . . . : Dorothy has a qu1et, W111- Sheis always the center of . ning way coupled with a gen- a crowd at lunch time. We , i ' i g tle voice. donit blame the crowd! i $ $ MARIE VIRGINIA DOROTHY DRAIN NOELL L , OAK JONES A heap of fun is she, and a i , Our iiRe-Reish, one weak first-class sport if ever there I, ' , i point is ' that frightful dis- Was one. i , L i ease-iicrushitisfi NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR LENA OCHS For the very latest steps in dancing refer to our mod- ern Lena. $ MARJORIE J. OREM Quiet, but everyone notices her because she,s so pretty. $ RUTH M. OWENS Shehs hso youngW i VIRGINIA PARKER Take enough good looks to dazzle the eye, and a goodly quantity of brains. Combine these with that indefina'ble something called hcharm and you have Virginia. $ NELLIE ELVIRA PARKS Our student rep is she, one of the finest girls in D6. HELEN BOLLING PEARCE Old fashioned domesticity, plus a lot of jazz. $ VIRGINIA LEE PEDDICORD Her ability in hgynf, is ac- counted for by the company she keeps. $ EVELYN VIRGINIA PETTIT A gentle voice, sweet and low, an excellent thing in woman. $ RUTH DOROTHY PHILLIPS Always ready and ener- getic, for her friends most sympathetic. i VIVIAN PHILLIPS An Irish charm and a vivid personality characterize this petite person. EDITH A. PONTIER Edith is well known in our Art Club. She has taken high honors in poster con- tests and is planning to con- tinue her artistic career. $ BERTHA JOSEPHINE POTTHAST A keen sense of humor and cheerfulnesvs are included in our Bertha. $ MARION POWER Capable; generous, and stylishsthatk Marion. , $ DORIS ELIZABETH PURDY Doris is one of our en- gaged girls. We should love to meet the lucky man. $ HARRIET ELEANOR PURDY When Purdy goes to heav- en she will say, iiHip, hip, 24, We love you! ELSIE QUARLES Sweetness is a virtue usu- ally traveling alone, but brightness is its close second here. $ HELEN REGINA QUIGLEY Always laughing, but a good student-thatis Ray. $ HAZEL GRACE RAMSEY Six E7smwhat more can be send? $ HARRIETT LOUISE REED Sweet charm and much mental ability go hand in hand with this nice young lady. $ ANNETTA- REHLING Rose Petals. NINETEEN CATHERINE RENNIE Laughing, jolly and gay is she. Always ready With a smile. $ ISABELLE RENNIE We wonder how Isabelle ever gets to school so early. $ VIRGINIA ROSALIND REPP Rah! is our petite, pretty and always ready friend. $ RUTH ELIZABETH RHODE Ruth intends to revise the grammatical construction of German. No, this isn,t meant for a Hd. d? $ DOROTHY VERNON RICHMOND Dot is always willing to do her duty to her class and '24. TWENTY-FOUR PAULINE PRESTON RIPLEY Patience and determination make her a worth while stu- dent. i DOROTHY V. ROBINSON Scandal! Dorothy collects the money for the bootleg- gefs family D2 has adopted. i MARGARET VIRGINIA ROBINSON Never worries about les- sons. Ever happy and free. $ MARIE ROBINSON ttHappyh resembles a hinge because she is something to adore. $ MILDRED SPLINDER ROSE Mildred appears so quiet, but appearances are oft de- ceiving. 3 CLASS OF , NELLIE ELIZABETH VICTORIA ROSENFELD . ' - SANDERSON . D4 gratefully thanks ssLit- . I Any more rings here late- tle Old New York for send- . ' 1y, Peter? Class treasurer Ving Victoria to us. s in :23, Senior Feast Commit- ' ' tee. $ $ SARA SYLVIA SACHS L , ' , . EVELYN VAUGHAN What sort of things comes SAUNDERS in small packages? Sweet ' V ' Oh, Evelyn, better come little dainties like Sara. L ' ' regularly for a week. We , , .p might have an earthquake. i 7 4 s g LOUISE GERTRUDE . , , ' SALFNER . . V ' s ELIZABETH SAWYER Want your Spanish trans- I ' ' , , She is generous, clever, s lated? Step this way, for . original, and kind and always Louise is Presedente del Cir- - ' ; ready for work as well as for ceels Espanole. ' .' .1 fun. 532 g DOROTHY SAMUELSON We look to Dorothy t0 ' , ANNA SCHAPIRO make a splendid showing in ' , . , Old Dutch .Cleanser; but gvtgrillsstlc art and playground , , she chases the blues, in- stead of dirt. g5 g5 MARCELLA DOROTHEA SANDER : , - . LL . MINNIE HELEN Marcella is the most un- , , ' L s ,- SCHAPIRO concerned girl in D11. It ' doesnst pay to worrysthatss her motto. Jazz wouldn,t be jazz with- out Minna. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR BELLE SCHENKER eeA real friend is known in adversity. $ CATHERINE ADA SCHEU She,s a jolly good fellow, happy and Wise. Nowadays pals like her are hard to find. i GLADYS SCHISSLER Of all' words, pleasant and brilliant describe Gladys best. $ MARY CAROLYN SCHLIKERMAN Her voice was ever gentle, sweet, and low. $ KATHERINE SCHLOSSw BERG- Kittyee Blue-green eyes, shadowed by curling black lashes are the boon of Kittyes existence. REICHEN AUGUSTA SCHMID We know success will fol- low her, our true, warm hearted friend. $ MABEL SCHOEPPLER Mabe's heaveneRoom 308. $ LOURDEAN MARIE SCHROEDER One hundred per cent good natured, never downcast or blue. $ LYTEL MARGARET SCHROETER-eLytse The human question box, but over-balanced with a likeaeble and attractive na- ture. $ ANNE RUTH SCHROEDER Full of pep, a worthy stu- dent and an all-round sport, is Gee Gee, our student rep. THE CLASS OF ' EVELYN EDNA SEICHE EFFIE ROSE SCHUETZ A quiet, hard-working girl; EfIieAs smile has won more V ,' . one who spells for her own frat pins than anybody elsets. ' '. future the inspiring word- , Success. i - a MABEL SCHULTE Speaking of clever young- sters-who says Mabel does- ntt deserve credit for getting thru in less than four years. HILDA CLARA SHELLEY Our class treasurer. How she makes us come across with kale. We like her just the same. a a a ALICE HELEN SCHWARTZ Alice is the girl with dusky ANNA SHERMAN hair and deep brown eyes, ,y Aloyal friend. whose blushes we all envy. ' $ $ MATHILDE ELLIOTT . 1 A ANNA ELIZABETH SCOTT . SHERWOOD Matt is an all-round good . t . What is bettgr than a good sport! she is one of the girls , ' SDOTt? .Nothlng-I! That,s that graced our Junior Play. . A Why D8 1S thankful for and , loves tASue. a V a ' y ' KATHERINE MAY IRENE SEGALL , ' SILESKY They say fat people are ood-natured-We kno 't! I A low sweet voice .and g W l . ' smlllng face are Katherme's characteristics. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR IRENE WILSON SIMMS Irene is well-known as one of the characters in the Poly play-JiThe Charm School. g DORIS M. SLADE iiDarie Everybody loves IDoris and is always glad to see her for she is a real' pal. $ HELEN EUG'ENIA SLAGLE What would the bulletin boards - do without Helenis artistic posters? $ FELICIA .SLATKIN iiFelish,i Felicia,s seldom silent, shes a synonym for cheer. Her interests are many and her laughter is contagious. $ RUBY CHRISTINE SMALLWOOD We wonder if you too have fallen for Ruby's smile. ANNA ELIZABETH SMITH A kinder heart or a more willing hand than Annais is hard to find. $ FLORENCE E. SMITH iiCherieii iCherie,i deserves her nick- name because of her gay fel- Iowship. $ MILDRED ADELAIDE SMITH Our efficient Student Rep with an evebready smile. $ LAURA SMUCK Laura always knows her lessons and is interested in ?everything. Best of all, she 'is always ready to help SYLVIA SOCOLOFF D5is champion door closer, iwhat would we do without THE CLASS OF VERA CHARLOTTE , i . ' W , SOEDER ' , THELMA MAE STAMBAUGH Loved by all, and a most . v . . desirable person for any Stu- f GOOdinatured afld Obllglng, dent Council. h i . ' what more could be asked? g . . g MINNJE SOXVBER BETTY MOLYNEAUX i Crush . , STAPP Vim, vigor, and Vivacityi three good reasons why 'iiCha is so well-liked. Betty certainly added to the Poly-VVestern play. Can it be possible that acting and nursing go hand in hand? is g CLARA SPECTORi-iiSpeci, ALLENE DOROTHY Westward Ho! Rep 22 and , STEIGER 723. Senior Play Committee, . . Senior Feast Committee. City . ' iiLaugh and grow fat. Collegeis Champion Booster. ; Allene is the exception to this ' rule. g g RUTH ELLA SPEDDEN ., i iiBeckii V ISABEL STEINBERG Adorable! Thatis just the . Belle i 'word: a good pal and every- ' When there are things to Zbody,s friend. , . be done, Isabel is always - i more willing than any of us. $ $ SOPHIA SPINTMAN . . , iiSpinnyii , , . DOROTHY BERLINGER . STEINMETZiiiDotsii She has sound Judgment, logical reason, and is nchock- : i . iiDimples in chin, devil .full,y of common sense. L . v V . Withln. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR ELIZABETH STERN- BERGER We suspect that King Sol- omon willed a generous por- tion of his most valuable pos- session to Elizabeth. $ JULIA KATHLEEN STEVENSON Our Westward Ho! Rep, whose chief delight is ex- tracting money from us for subscription. and ads. ' $ ELIZABETH WILSON STOCKSDALE Betty Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well. $ RENA MAY STUL School has no horrors for Rena. $ SARAH L. STULMAN The musician of our noble class. GRACE MAY STUP In both art and swimming D11 looks to Grace for fame. $ ANNA SULLIVAN Anna never forgets to be a loyal and generous friend to all. ROSE ANITA SULLIVAN The artist of D3. $ DOROTHY MAY TAYLOR- Dotts Leavst said, soonest mended. $ LUCY F. TERRY Always ready to work for her sch001 a true Western- ite is Terry. LEONA HENSHAW THATCHERa-FLee We wonder what makes yLee sparkle so in 01 ass must be the light of accom- plishmentyy round her head. $ HELEN BARTON THOMAS Helen, one of our student reps, is always called on as a last resort in history. $ KATHRYNE A. THOMPSON Tommy is a good sport and willing to do anything for you. $ 3 ELIZABETH CARROLL THOMSON Carrdll shows a weakness for De Molays. $ CHARLOTTE TICKNER Tick, Once you know her you will love her, and find a true Iife-long friend. HELEN MARIE TOWNSEND Another bright young miss whose glorious tress recently succumbed to the barbefs scissors. $ HELEN JENNIE TOWSON The best of girls what more could be said? $ BESSE TRAUB Besseys dramatic ability may be seen by her string of ardent admirers in the hall. i MARGUERITE LINTHI- CUM TRAVERS As a pedagogue she will wield a mighty rule over awe- struck and adoring pupils. i IDA MARIE TRUITT yHer voice was ever sweet, gentlo and loww-an excellent thing in woman. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR BERNICE TURNER For the last word in coif- feurs we refer you to Ber- nice. .i SOPHY CHINN TYLER Mammy always comes in and cheers us up when we need her most. ANNA MAY VORDEN- BERGER We wonder what would happen if our vivacious Anna did not have a ready reply to any question asked by any teacher on any subject. $ JULIA ROSALIE USILTON Not made of wtention and tact, but a dancing vivacious butteriiy. g LILLIAN CONSTANCE WALDSCHMIDT She,s every'body,s friend, ycause there,s magic In her smile. FLORENCE ROSE WALTHER Quiet and reserved; in fact, a very queen of dignity. $ ETHEL RANDOLPH WARFIELD Always peppy and jolly, and the best pal to you. $ FRANCES ISABEL WEEDON Slow, but sureythatE Izzy. $ MINNA WEIDENHAMMER Shy and ladylikeythatk Minna all over. She's a good little pal tho, ian she, Eliz- abeth Hart? $ ANNA WEINKRANTZ Weyre proud to call Anna our owny shews as bright as her hair. THE CLASS OF ELSIE HERBERT WELLS , ' , , GLADYS CECIL WPLLIAMS Elsiels happy smile and . You never can tell whatls gentle manner have won for ' , behind the demureness and agrt: warm spot In our simplicity of Gladys. $ : '. , g IRENE MABEL WENDELL MARY JANE WILLIS The strongest supporter of our sex. She thinks Aeneas , l Calm, serene, dignified, treated Dido llterriblefl y Janey goes on her way. i; : g2 FLORENCE IRENE l . WICKERS , L ' SYLVIA IRENE WOLFE ' Demure and sedate is this gentle friend, With an influ- ence all her own. Florence is like radium, al- ways sending out particles of good cheer. i g2 FRANCES C. HELEN RAE WOLFF WINCHESTER ' Itls great to be a genius. , . ' , How 'we all wish we could She s an actress, an artlst, , have done What Helen did and a good pal through and v ' . . ' she made the four years at through. . V ' Western in three and a half. g rgg ELINOR WOOD ALICE MARIE WILLIAMS . Some day llWOOdyli is g0- ing to be a great artlst, but Behold-Our class doll. ' right now she is a dandy friend. NINETEEN TWENTY-FOUR HELEN D. WYSOCKI ifwy,! KATHERINE , BOIS WOOP We all love Helen, whose A wonderful girl of rare ' ' ' I . charming personality and fascination. L . ' basketball fame are widely ' known. g; g VELMA MADELINE L WOODS y, . L LILLIAN B. ZALIS Quiet, but very popular , . , ' Quiet yet you alwaysknow and a good friend. , . she is there. g SYLVIA ZIEGER A good sport in every sense of the word. What more need we say? WESTWARD I-IO Class Song of 1924 EVELYN SHIPLEY CONSIDINE, '24 TUNE YALE DOWN THE FIELD Pile high the fires of love, Undying embers - Eternal loyalty we offer to thee forever, One golden chain are we, Each link unsevered, Wrought and forged in love for thee clear 24 One mighty host are we, Steadfast and loyal. Our battle cry exaltedw- uOnward and upward always. Long may our ideals hold, Long live untarnished. Ever clear cut as the gleam of black and gold. Pl6d56 Pdtmm'zg Our 11d96ff236f5 WESTWARD HO IT PAYS To Attend A GOOD SCHOOL because your services will be valued and you will be judged by the character and the standing of the school from which you graduate. THOROUGH AND COMPLETE COURSES IN Modern Bookkeeping BusineSs Arithmetic Advertising Gregg Shorthand Penmanship Salesmanship Touch Typewriting Commercial Law Public Speaking Accountancy Business Correspondence Secretarial We shall be glad to give you special information on any of the above subjects in Which you may be interested. Summer School for Teachers and for young men and young women who cannot attend the winter term. Personal in- struction. Students may enter at any time. If you wish to teach Commercial Subjects or to become a first-class Stenzographer or Bookkeeper. attend the BALTIMORE BUSINESS COLLEGE and learn Gregg Shorthand and Modern Illustrative Bookkeeping, and your success will be assured. DAY AND NIGHT SCHOOL OPEN ALL THE YEAR Call or Write for Catalogue E. H. NORMAN, President Q7 g BALTIMORE 8c LIGHT STS. BALTIMORE, MARYLAND The Modes of the . CHARLES STREET M 0 m e n t at Lexington For Young A Specialty Women Shop of Girls, STEWARTa 0, College Attire -the new O'Neill Shop for Misses features everything the College or High School Girl requires. BALTIMORES LARGEST 8: FINEST STORE WESTWARD HO After High Schoolu-What? Business offers splendid opportunities to those who have been adequately trained. Our courses in Gregg Shorthand, Type- writing, Penmanship, Spelling, English, Commercial Arithmetic and Accounting are most practical, leading to executive positions. Day and Night Classes All the Year Call, write or phone Plaza 2947 for complete information. Bryant and Stratton Coilege FOR BUSINESS TRAINING LEXINGTON ST. and PARK AVENUE Baltimore, Maryland A Cordial Welcome Awaits Westward Ho Readers at Ho CHSCHILD,KOHN 8c. Co. BALTIMORES BEST STORE HOWARD AND LEXINGTON Howard Furniture Co. 109-11 N. 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We can guarantee positions to our graduates because the business houses of Baltimore give Calvert Business College pupils first choice. They know they have been trained to do their work correctly. . Individual instruction in shorthand, typewriting, bookeep- ing, etc., that will fit you for good paying positions. Night and day sessions. Calvert Business College 922 SAINT PAUL STREET K. Z. Donellan, Pres. HThe School of more than 6,000 Graduates Keep up with Literature by watching the Norman Rem- ington Bookshelves THE. BEST BOOKS OF THE DAY AT The Norman Remington C0. LEADING BOOKSELLERS 347 N. CHARLES ST. Baltimore, Maryland Hynerts Beauty Parlors 42 W. Lexington St. Shampooing, Hair Bobbing Hair Dressing and Manicuring Establlshed 1895 Phone, Calvert 0777 WESTWARD 1-10 L EX , PLAYING ALL THE LEADING FORD S AMERICAN and FOREIGN STARS and ATTRACTIONS OF FIRST MAGNITUDE Ford Theatre C0,, Lessee ESTABLISHED 1914 F. H. SCHUBERT, Pres. THE. 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PROGRESS in SHORTHAND, the same as in travel, communication, and science. WHY NOT? ' System is based on H2 SYLLABLES 9 CHARACTER5 3 RULES. We GUARANTEE our course. We will gladly refer you to our past and present students. SEND FOR CATALOGUE Park Business College 105 PARK AVENUE at FAYETTE STREET PHONE, CALVERT l833 C4 AFTER A SWIM IN THE Y POOL Don't Forget THE CENTRAL CAN DY SH 0 P F or Frocks and Footwear that a Western. girl is proud to wear. Sodas, Sundaes AND Home Made Candies N. W. Corner Franklin St. and Park Ave. L. Slesinger 81 Son ON CHARLES STREET, 216 NORTH WESTWARD I-IO STRAYERB BUSINESS COLLEGE Charles and Fayette Streets, Baltimore A Distinctive School for Training Young Men and Young Women for Office Positions of the Better Kind. Curriculum Shorthand 2Cregg2 Typewriting English Penmanship Mathematics Commercial Law Office Training Spelling Correspondence Accounting Rapid Calculation Business Administration Secretarial Studies DAY AND NIGHT SESSIONS THE ENTIRE YEAR CALL, WRITE 0R PHONE FOR COPY OF NEW CATALOG PHONE, PLAZA 5626 L. R. ALDEN ELECTRICAL CONTRACTOR Agent for Edison Mazda Lamps 5227 PARK HEIGHTS AVE. See F. P. BURGESS Established I9l3 For Your PLUMBING 8: HEATING IO years of Satisfactory Installation back of our Name. Sales K: Show Room. 2735 W. NORTH AVE. 2 Phones, Walbrook H98-Il99 We Recommend NEUBAUERS ICE CREAM Phone, Homewood 41H 909 W. 36th STREET Pioneer Service Corporation Plaza 3122 53 S. GAY STREET Baltimore MARINE CONTRACTORS Specialists on Brick Work on all types of Water Tube Boilers W. H. YEWELL PLUMBING and HEATING 5227 PARK HEIGHTS AVENUE North of Belvedere Ave. Baltimore, Md. HENRY G. VON HEINE Coal Main Office 125 E. FAYETTE ST. 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WESTWARD HO EATON 8a BURNETT BUSINESS COLLEGE, Inc. 9-11 WEST BALTIMORE STREET Recognized as one of the best equipped and most progressive institutions of its kind Thorough Individual Instructions given in the following Branches: Bookkeeping Business Practice Shorthand Banking Penmanship Typewriting Arithmetic Correspondence Filing Commercial Law Spelling Mimeographing Special Accountancy Course-Kester,s Text BOTH GREGG AND PITMAN SYSTEMS OF SHORTHAND TAUGHT PHONE, PLAZA 2927 C. J. EATON, President J. W. DIXON, Vice-Pres.-Treas. J. C. THOMPSON, Asst. Treas. W. S. CHAMBERLAIN, Secty. e-Telephones- Plaza 3 029 Calvert 003 0 LATEST STYLES AND FORMS ENGRAVED Wedding Invitations, Announcements EDWARD FRANK and Visiting Cards . 502 W. LEXINGTON STREET SAMUEL H. KIRBY WRAPPING PAPERS e; BAGS ENGRAVER and 42 SOUTH ST. BALTIMORE PAPER NOVELTIES B1 WESTWARD HO 1925 Class 'SOng May friendship, love, and honor, As higher we do strive, Crown the glory and the triumph Of the class of Twenty-flve. 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