1 10 96 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/622d68cdd68eb918fa3d2c8c0176d795.pdf 148539e325b07193f9521d51c8d82b7c PDF Text Text MISSION IMPOSSIBLE CASE #27 1995-1996 I. ■ �MISSION IMPOSSIBLE This case’s mission is to graduate 46 Seniors with a fun and exciting year. This research will show those involved (Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, and Faculty), what is necessary for them to graduate (Academics), the difficulties of getting there (Sports), the joys of the process (Activities), and those who supported them (People and Advertisers). IT CAN BE DONE! �''I w * / I I TABLE OF CONTENTS Accomplices .3 Requisites 29 Difficulties 41 Amusements 57 Conspirators 69 Supporters 99 *> J, 1 2RUZ ���TIME TO SHOW-OFF! WE’RE THE TOP! ����4* A �The Seniors... Ashley Berman Sarah Bickford Hank Cushman Amy Davis Brian Davis Brad Feliz Lorissa Foster Adam Greene Amy Greene Jeffrey Herman Kyle Hoelscher Cathy Huynh Cameron Kellett Galena Kline John Lamb Keri Lashbaugh Cassie Lautenschleger Jung Ah Lee John Liu Keita Miyazaki Tristan Morse Erin Murphy Lee Njue jig 6 �Class Of 1996! 4*1 Darren Olson Louise Osborne Ryan Radecki Carl Russell Yosuke Sawada Evan P. Seifert Kathi Shoemake Matthew Slater Kendra Smith Kristin Solberg Cam Stewart Simone Stout Nicole Swink Shizuka Takanishi Ryan Taylor Jack Teng Tom Teng Kay Washington Rob Webber Julia Weitzer Travis White Michael Wood Kei Yamaguchi f'ft I 7 �The Juniors John Becker Angie Bevill Aaron Bitte Simon Brown Steve Chiang Vicky Choi Matt Clark Brian Crossman Meghan Daaboul Alexis Davis Lloyd de Bruin Andy de Guzman Chris Edell Jordan Elliot Andersen English Tamas Feher Alice Gray Heather Gregory Gwen Gruetter Kavita Heyn Lacie Hickey Andrew Hoffman Marcin Jeske Jeffrey Kinzer Masakazu Kobayashi Ted Kollar Candy Koo Jonathon Kowolik Chang Wook Lee Rita Lee * 8 �F f Sydney Levin Serena Lin Anmar Madani Dan Menely Won Moc Sarah Morse Grant Phillips Heidi Phillips Nancy Pickering Adrienne Ponting Sarah Pope Andrew Rollins Elizabeth Savage Daniel Schiff Vivien Sit Dao Sophonpanich Tunde Sosanya Mandy Stewart Elizabeth Surya Thomas Totanchy David Van Ballegooijen Eric Vinson Annie Warner Kyle Williamson Amy Wilson Jenny Wilson Allison Winningstad Eric Wittmayer Brian Zakarian 9 �r I 9/9 The Sophomores *211 Will Anton Emily Bechen Daniel Beutler Gina Bevill Lindsey Blauer Clair Brown David Browning David Cade Michael Charpentier Anne Chipman Rachael Cookson Meaghan Corwin William Darden Kate Dickinson Max Doblie Amber Dubose Ben Eder David Eder Megan Glick Raymond Gunawan Jeffrey Gundle Badaja Hedlund Christine Hilderbrand Conor Huseby David Hutchinson Amy Jacobsen Arnie Lamb Gabe Levin Jennifer Liggett Thon Lisahapanya Nathan Lowe 10 �Taylor Matheson Elizabeth McCann Katie Meyers Justin Morasch Kiruthi Njenga Theresa Nogeire Labe Orloff Pam Parker Naomi Pease Wynne Peterson-Nedry Stephanie Pevec Nathaniel Rein Harvey Rogers Becky Russell Jane Sadler Kelly Schunk Felicity Shoulders Brian Shum Elias Silvernail Carola Sonnde Suzanne Spencer Julawat Suppipat Natsumi Takao Joana Tenorio David Warner John Waskey Andy Webber Rose Whitmore Nathaniel Willing Jessica Yu Jordan Ziegler 11 �i The Freshman Kalhrxn Bambam Anna Blessing Emily Bnnegar Anne Buhl Laura Champion Henry Chandler Leslie Colip Heather Curl Lauren Daaboul Niles Davidson Charlie Enloe Jordan Fink Shane Fisher Arnie Graves Shingo Harada Jason Henkle Craig Hudgins Lynn Huynh Piper Iles Omer Inan Jennifer Ing Danny Kang Ann Kellett Seth Kelsey Eleanor Kim Trey Knollman Amy Laird Nick Liu Cuong Luu ii 12 I �i ah m * Hideyoshi Masuda Amie McClung Elizabeth Merritt Nicholas Merwin Wairimu Mungai Breanna Orsborn Omar Ortega Christopher Patsis Nicole Pattamanuch Carissa Ponting Greer Rabiega Carole-Anne Randall-Stitt Megan Reeves Bobby Romanski Coreen Sapp Patty Jeanne Semura Emily Shepard Yumi Shigematsu Lasa Sophonpanich Callie Souther Nathan Spencer Jennifer Sunshine Lisa Taylor Jack Tillotson Marc Vanselow Katherine Voll Anna Wahler Robin Walsh Taylor Wilcox 13 �Oldies But Goodies dr Anne Bartlett Sharon Cade John Capen Anne Cass * a ■ ■. \ 1 ' y. fl / "l71 **1 Corbet Clark Coleen Conkey Gary Crossman Cynthia Doran | f < I* w v / Nancy Doulis Pat Freeman Cara Frey Micheline Ghattas Joel Gray Terry Hansen Rosa Hemphill Art Horst Martha Horst Tanja Horvat John Kerslake Sue Knight r 1 1 - 14 �Diana Kornet Bill Lamb John LeCavalier Dana Lewis Chris Locke Kate Loggan Matt Lyon Sean McEnroe 1 4 *r-, Christina Meyerhoff Jack O’Brien Moneeka Settles Richard Sherwood Bev Shue vSm.*. Pat Smith Hope Stevens David Streight Karen Talus - Carlene Traverso Kris Van Hatcher Pamela Vohnson Robin Weitzer 15 �We’re Almost There! Senior Year Another year brings a new class of Seniors. This year’s group spent their first few days together at the Sandy River. They thought about upcoming goals as a class and about the dreaded college applications. But, during their free time, there was no talk of colleges it was time to Play. The last night was spent all together passing around JLC's rock, the same rock that went on the Freshman trip when these big Seniors were little Freshman. The time has flown by and the rock was all but forgotten, but the old Seniors were glad to see it again and the new Seniors were glad to be included in the tradition. Good Morning! Carl Russell is all smiles alter a good night s sleep. It’s A Lovely Day! A group of Seniors enjoy a day of fun and games in the sun. We’re Ready, We’ve Got Each Other! Simone Stout and Amy Greene are prepared to take on Senior year. x/W Do We Really Want To Do This? Nicole Swink and Louise Osborne mull over the fact that they are now Seniors. J 16 �w. *A ; V'eah, .Just What He Said. Tristan Morse is enjoying his free time while varm in his sleeping bag. Where's That Four Leaf Clover? Julia Weitzer and Erin Murphy search for charms to help start their last year right. Hey, I Can See Your Cards. Matt Slater, Lorissa Foster and Tristan Morse play an intense game of cards. “I Almost Got It!” Some Seniors try their luck at hacky sack and make the most out of a sunny day. What Can I Say? Darren Olson is happy and ready to start his 3rd year qt OES. Lee, You’re Going the Wrong Way! Two Seniors Play imaginary basketball while Lee Njue goes the other way. 7 Row, Row', Row Your Boat... Galena Kline and John LeCavalicr test the high seas. �1 Juniors-The Work-A-Holics We’re finally done!! Angie Bevill, David Van Ballegooijen, Alexis Davis, and Gwen Gruetter relax during the day at the park on Friday. Time for a break? Thomas Totanchy. Matt Clark, and Brian Crossman woi hard to renovate Old McDonalds Fai for at-risk youth. . ■ I Peace everyone. A group of juniors enjoy lunch on their last day which was spent Gabriel Park. 14 Lunch break!! Brian C., Chris E., Dan S. and Eric W. enjoy their lunch break; it was a good time to rest after three hours of hard work. 1 �Every year the juniors take a trip all the way to South East Portland! The class is broken up into small service groups and they do various service activities on Wednesday and Thursday. Some of the activities were Community Energy Project, Trail work at Forest Park and Tryon Creek State Park, helping out at Old McDonalds Farm, and helping to do yard work for the elderly. In the evenings the class did various activities such as football, Frisbee, capture the flag, movies, and socializing. This year the class got Friday as a “free day!” The class decided to spend the day relaxing and playing games at Gabriel Park. Josh this is interesting! Tamas Feher and Andersen English work on improving rails at Forest Park. "areful, don’t spill. Heather Gregory and Lacie Hickey arcfully pour paint into buckets in order to paint animal ouses at Old McDonalds Farm. What is down there? Drew Rollins looks on intently as Tamas Feher and Won Moc work on improving Forest Park. 19 �Trek Through Carola Sonnde, Emily Bcchen, Miss Kornct, Andy Webber, and Jordan Ziegler take a moment to admire one of the great views. Elias Silvernail is afraid of dinner. Sophomore Class Trip For 3 days it was no showers, no bathroom and hard work. The OES sophomore class went back packing through Mt. Jefferson. Th sophomores were divided into eight groups to travel on different sections of the trail in which all of the sophomores met up at the en< of the hike. Each group was led by at least one OES faculty member and an Outward Bound instructor. There were 8 students to a group Many of the OES students agreed that the hike was a great experience and a chance to get to know fellow OESians better. John Waskey is a happy camper. 20 I �The Woods Itephanie Pevec. David Edcr. and Elias Silvernail are happy o take get their packs off after a hard day’s work. All the sophomores learned map and compass skills on the like. But it’s a good thing that no one got lost ... Bambi is found along the hike. Other animals such as frogs »v;re not uncommon. Views like this make a long day of hard work seem worthwhile. Geez, that bag looks heavy! i Stephanie Pevec is tired of group activities. 21 �Getting To Know You! This aardvark is one of many sand-creations made by groups of Freshmen, for the competition. I xr The freshman trip took place® at Camp Magruder, near Seasic There was a lot to do, other tha| playing “get to know you” games, including the traditional “Freshman sharing time aroun= the campfire, with the sacred c rock, on the last night.” We could play a variety of sports, ; and there was also a big swing F that many enjoyed; teachersan! students. We had a question/answer time, where wj learned all the “what ifs” abouto being caught smoking. We als(? had access to a lake, where boa' were open to us, if the lifeguardwas there. During the free time1 they gave us, we were able to . visit the ocean, or stare at the ■ 6,000 cross country runners | passing by. The Freshman Trip’ was a good learning experience* and a lot of fun. i * < ” - -Jr / “That could work ...” Anna Blessing and Nick Merwin work on their “Egg-Drop” project. “Uh, yeah, I guess.” Annie Buhl (left) and Shane Fisher (right) look a little doubtful about their “Egg-Drop” construction. Shingo Harada is the sand-creation fo: his group. He is surrounded by (left to right) Taylor Wilcox, Piper Iles, Callie Souther and Emily Shepard. 1 “Teamwork!” Anna Wahler and Shingo Harada are hard-at work to make their egg unbreakable with a limited amount of straws and tape. 22 �The Freshman Trip ii / “Lovely weather we re having. Lynn Huynh enjoys a nice sunny day at the beach with the rest of her class. Perfect!” Yumi Shigematsu helps her group out by adding the finishing touches to ieir sand-creations. Join the party!” (left to right) Heather -url, Jordan Fink, Laura Champion, ’atty Jeanne Semura, and Brc Orsborn ive it all they’ve got in their group’s ommunications skit. I’ve got you now!” The “dragon” ohn Capen) attacks his “trespasser” Chris Locke) in the faculty Dinmunications skit. ’ I ’ • . i “Here I gooowaaaah!” Anne Bartlett enjoys a wild ride on the big swing. • b- ; ,* “Hmph! Where’d he go!?!” John Capen’s impersonation of an isolated dragon about to encounter his first “houseguest.” Corbet Clark can fly? 23 �Hibernating Aardvarks I I r The Lady’s Man ... Yeah, right: Brian Zakarian with Katie Meyers, Pamela Pari and Rachael Cookson. If you know Shingo Harada, this photo i speaks for itself:) .. lit 24 Friends Forever. Kavita Heyn, Rachael Cookson, and Joana T. de Figueiredo reflect the friendships that develop in the dorms. �Dormies take their free time to pose for a “HOTTIE” shot: Tom Teng, Yosuke Sawada, Elisabeth Surya, Cassandra Lautenschleger, Masakazu Kobayashi, Vivien Sil. Jack Teng. Sarah Pope, Won Moc, Kavita Heyn, Brian Zakarian, and Kristen Solberg. The guys in the dorms have great fun! Can’t you tell? David Warner, Tom Teng, and Brian Zakarian. “Did I hear someone say couch potato?”: Joana Tenorio and Kavka Hcyn. “Hello There!”: Sydney Levin “You’re kidding,” Rachael Cookson, Kristen Solberg and Joana Tenorio have fun during a dorm meeting. The dorm students were a little tentative about starting a new year, but with the help of new and old dorm parents it was easier getting to know people. From staying up late on the weekdays watching Comedy Central, to going bowling on the weekends, the dormies had a great time getting to know each other. “OES is a community, but the dorm students create a diverse community within that.” Quotes like these may give you an idea of what it is like to live in the dorms, but unless you actually do, you’ll never have the privilege of knowing what it’s like to be a Hibernating Aardvark. 25 �| 1 I 14 �27 �■ Announcements, announcements announcements... Gathering is a time when both teachers and students share announcements, and wrack their brains to answer the daily trivia question posed by Ted Kollar, the Trivia Master. Every Friday is Mystery Friday where a few lucky students fall prey to the Student Council and participate in one of their silly activities. Gathering often provides a nice break in the school’s daily routine. A 1b Uh, whal’d he say? Gwen Gruetter, Louise Osborn and Kristin Solberg decipher strange announcements. | 5 kS IIIIIIR 3 Out of Every 4 Students Think Gathering Is Fun. Danic Schiff, Joana Tenorio. David Warner, and Carl Russell sit through another Gathering. “We’re Out For BLOOD!” Ashley Berman announces a girls’ soccer game against our top rival, Catlin Gabel. “What Did I Do To Deserve This?” Evan Seifert, Student Council President, survives another Mystery Friday. “How Y’all Do-in ? Trivia-Ted asks his traditional question during gathering. “Aren’t I Beautiful?” Simon Brown gets “beautified” by his sister Clair during the sibling Mystery Friday. 14 28 “Someone Do Something Funny Before We All Fall Asleep!” Cuong Luu, Drew Rollins, and Jordan Ziegler desperately try to stay awake. “Can’t Wait To Hear That Trivia!” Tristan Morse, last year’s Trivia Master, gets excited for gathering. �Requisites 29 �Myths, Mesopotamia, and Monks The English department offers a wide variety of courses for Seniors. One of the more interesting courses is Shakespeare for the Stage. In this course students approach the plays as plays instead of literature. They study the characters and write critical essays about them to learn how to portray them better. The course is centered around the Shakespeare plays going on in Portland, many of which they will sec during the semester. So What Is Love...? Darren Olson and Jeff Herman in Philosophy of Love. Kei Yamaguchi, Amy Greene, and Jack Teng listen to David Streight in Philosophy of Love. No, It’s Like This ... Amy Wilson, Aaron Bitte, and Lloyd deBruin get into a deep discussion about History. a T/ 7j W MTS //. 30 Nicole Swink, Alice Gray, and Rachael Cookson in Buddhism. �E ! I i I I Almost Done! Andersen English, concentrating on finishing his U.S. History assignment. Clair Brown and Taylor Matheson having fun in English. ?arissa Ponting, Wairimu Mungai, and ?uong Luu express their feeling about iumanities. Robin Walsh, Henry Chandler, and Heather Curl, hard at work in Humanities. r * > /’in Done! Tundc Sosanya kicks back in U.S. History while Brian Crossman, Thomas Totonchy, and Jordan Elliot work on their assignment. 31 �CRUZ ,1^. esia ej fcar.o? u-onta KimbaJI proofreads some of TavJor Ma[hesC' ) 4 > / z ie "ants a hair cut. I DEPARTAMENTn pE IClONfAs <dz 14 32 ■i �Universal Languages i i i This year, foreign language has taken a great and exciting start. Most students at OES take a foreign language or speak one. OES students have the option of taking Japanese, French or Spanish. The OES teachers teach language skills and customs of the cultures that we learn about. This year’s French teachers are Micheline Ghattas and Pam Vohnson, Rich Sherwood and Atsuko Matsuyama are teaching Japanese and Katharine Kimball and Dana Lewis have been teaching Spanish. Students have been given the option of spending time in a different country to apply to language skills that they learn at OES. Such programs have been offered from the AMIGOS program, ASSIST, Rotary, and others. £ ana Lewis explains a Spanish lesson to Alice Gray, Sarah iorsc, and Angie Bevill while playing charades. ian Shum wonders why he’s ponly French student in the ^ss. The Three Stooges Andy de Guzman, Tristan Morse and Carl Russell show us what Spanish is all about: Eating and goofing off! 33 �Derivitives, Databases, and Deadcats OES has an excellent science department. We offer a wide variety of choices. They are Biology, Honor Biology, Wetlands Ecology, Chemistry, Honors Chemistry, Physics, Honors Physics, Advanced Physics, Anatomy and Physiology, Environmental Geology, and Science, Technology, and Society. Our math department is structured to fit the needs of each individual. Many classes at any different levels are offered for that reason. The math department consists of Sharon Cade, Gary Crossman, Nancy Doulis, Art Horst, Martha Horst, Sue Knight, and Chris Locke. Computers are a major part of the academic needs at OES. Every student has an e-mail account and th computer lab is never empty. The computer department consists of the one and only “lovely” John Kerslake. John Lamb makes dissecting his furry friend fun. 34 BEST BUDS. Gabe Levin and his anorexic friend team together to do ... Um ... Scientific things. With intensity Erin Murphy clips the skin of the dead cadaver. SPACING OUT!! Andrew Hoffman dumbfoundedly stares into space whi trying to block out the voice of his science teacher. �1 i* I a—7 I 3~.rf I $■ g BLAST FROM THE PAST!! Annie Warner, dressing for success, works blatantly on her FST homework. ARE WE HAVING FUN YET? Eyeing the camera, Chris Edell finds a way to distract himself, for a second, from his PDM class. 5 LOOK AT ME, MOM!! While showing off for the camera Mr. Locke still manages to teach his Advanced Algebra class. Candy Koo and Keita Miyazaki work intensely on the computer. 4'k "Ml 1 WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE NO MAIL? Won Moc curiously looks at his e-mail, but disappointedly finds nothing. 35 �A Part In The Arts.. O.E.S. offers many art courses including Ceramics, Art Trek, Paper Arts, Graphic Arts and Architecture. Students in Drawing 1 learn to draw in different perspectives and at the end of the semester must complete a self-portrait. In the painting class students learn how to make a canvas, mix paints, and to paint. Art Trek involves a variety of projects. Students get to experience ceramics, drawing, Indian Art, and other media. i HMM ... LET’S SEE HERE Jeff Kinzer carefully erases and redraws part of his art project. »>vj , r UH ... SMILE Amy Wilson poses for the camera instead of painting. 36 WORK! WORK! WORK! Leslie Colip steadily works on her project for Graphic Art. �I cJ f=» \ ! CLAY. CLAY. CLAY. Boxes of clay wait to be used by the ceramic class. FALLING ASLEEP? Quite the opposite! Kendra Smith, a Senior, concentrates extremely hard on her art project. WHAT IS ART? “Art is a black circle in a white room,” Bre Orsborn. “Those lines on paper,” Laura Champion. “Art is that guy who lives with Martha!” Jennifer Liggett. “Art is music, love, poetry and anything you want it to be,” Pam Parker. ‘A way of expressing yourself,” Carola Sonnde. 1 1 �So Many Activities, So Little Time! Activity period is meant to be a time when students go outside the normal curriculum in ways that are meant to be fun and educational. Some activities’ goal is to produce a product like a newspaper or the Art-Lit magazine, but some are just meant to give students a chance to pursue other interests they have. Kiruthi Njenga talks with Rosa Hemphill during the research activity. Sarah Pope in Concert Band, which gives more accomplished musicians a chance to play in a group. Yumi Shigematsu concentrates on playing her violin in Concert Band. Robin Walsh works on perfecting another letter in Calligraphy. Evan Seifert leads yet another Student Council meeting while Alexis Davis, Kei Yamaguchi, and Annie Warner listen intently. I 38 �MM Alice Gray works on her Calligraphy assignment. Ryan Radecki and Travis White looking excited as they listen to Annie Warner in Student Council. During Peer Counseling, Shane Fisher works on, uh ... counseling stuff. Wairimu Mungai plays on computers and synthesizers during the electronic media activity. Laura Champion and Jennifer Liggett hurry to meet their first page deadline in Yearbook. John Liu, Joana T. de Figueiredo, Serena Lin, and Rita Lee work with Robin Weitzer to produce “The Voice,” a newsletter written by the international students. In preparation for Open-Mike night, Sydney Levin sets up the lights in the Great Hall. 39 = �J ■ 1/ / ■'« 1 t '■ ■ ! 40 M �Amusements ii ■ i 41 i �Pacing for Glory! What a Kodak moment!: Art Horst “You’re not worthy!!”: Honorably mentioned Amy Laird bows down to first and second team members, Elias Silvernail and Tunde Sosanya. WOMEN RULE!!!: Amy Laird, the only female on the cross country team. Yupp, I’m the best, there’s no competition!: Nick Liu Elias Silvernail and Andy Web­ ber show their affection for one another af­ ter a meet. Going for the gold: Charlie Enloe 42 A �Members of the Pack Members of the pack take a short break to pose for the camera: Elias Silvernail, Nick Liu, Andy Webber, Charlie Enloe, Amy Laird The mighty sophomores team up against a freshman: Elias Silvernail, Andy Webber, and Nick Liu. The Team Amy Laird 9 Nathan Spencer 9 Charlie Enloe 9 Craig Hudgins 9 Nick Liu 9 i Andy Webber 10 Elias Silvcrnail 10 David Hutchinson 10 Tunde Sosanya 11 Matt Clark 11 Rob Webber 12 I ♦COACH: Art Horst “Nothing to worry about, I’ll win’’: Charlie Enloe 43 �>8 • * Pass, Set, Kill — F Senior Sorrow. Seniors Cassie Lautenschleger, Julia Weitzer, and Kathi Shoemake are sad to see volleyball season come to an end, but Cassie is going a little too far! Top to bottom: Coach Diane Spencer, Sue Spencer, Gwen Gruetter, Julia Weitzer, Arnie Lamb, Kathi Shoemake, Coach DeeAnn Albaugh, Cassie Lautenschleger, Meghan Daaboul, Heather Gregory, and Jen Ing. Showing her unique, but effective way of spiking, Gwen Gruetter dances her way to victory. i ! 1 I Circle of Friends. The girls varsity volleyball team show not only 44 their sportsmanship, but their great friendship as well. Picture Perfect. Gwen Gruetter, Julia Weitzer, an Kathi Shoemake give big smiles to show their han work and friendship. �1 I 1 V. I. (B-row, L to R): A. McClung, L. Colip, Coach Lamb, S. isher, W. Mungai, P. Iles, K. Solberg, J. Lee, L. Daaboul. Hangin Together. The girls varsity volleyball team pose perfectly for a group picture. . 7.4 V. II. (B-row, L to R): A. Kellett, S. Levin, E. Shepard, C. )uther, C. Ponting, B. Orsborn, N. Takao W1 Big Slam!! Heather Gregory slams the □all and wins a point against Portland Xdventist. Bang it Boys’! Annie Kellett, David Warner and Won Moc show their spirit by cheering for the girls varsity volleyball team. Standing Tall. Heather Gregory and Meghan Daaboul aren't afraid to show 45 that they are kids at heart. �Men’s Soccer Ben Edcr takes off for a header | Men’s Varsity: (Bk. Row. L to R) Totonchy, Njue, Mck, Coach Dobos, Russell, Vin­ son, Harada. (Mid. Row, L to R) Sawada, Spencer, Rollins, T. Morse, Anton, B. Eder. (Fr. Row, L to R) D. Eder, Walsh, Yamaguchi s .. V T.. ► z—f ■4 / Won Moc easily controls the high 46 pressure atmosphere J ^.fusaas. Will Anton gives a helping shoulder as David Eder hobbles off the field Andy De Guzman displays his OE skills, as he passes a defender �f:■'**■* ■: g? ■C£'« Wj J**” Sack row, L to R: H. Masuda. T. Teng, N. Willing, Coach Justin Kerr, J. Teng, D. Warner, A. Hoffman. Middle row, L to R: G. Levin, C. Luu, C. Lee, T. Feher, D. Schiff, J. Lamb, M. Wood, D. Olsen, K. Njcnga. Front row, L to R: D. Van B., M. Doblie, D. Kang, N. Lowe. k Lee Njue shows no fear as he attacks the goal with finesse and style i Pretty Boys David Eder, Won Moe, Yosukc Sawada, Kei Yamaguchi and Lee Njue pose for GQ magazine Carl “The Muscle” Russell counts how many players he went through to score Tristan Morse is “The Man”. �O.E.S. Kick It!!! O.E.S. Girls Varsity Soccer TEAM Left to right. Back row: Mandy ! Stewart. Amy Greene. Kavka Hcyn, Assistant Coach Lisa Gordon, Coach Kris Van Hatcher.al Sarah Pope, Annie Warner, Stephanie Pevec. Middle row: Lacll Hickey, Amy Wilson, Pam Parker. Louise Osborne, Jen Sunshine, Nicole Pattamanuch, Badaja Hedland. Front row: Cathy Huynh J Vicky Choi, Ashley Berman, Taylr1 Matheson. I O.E.S. Girls Varsity had a terrific season. The Varsity Coach, Kris VanHatcher, helped prepare the team and get them ready to win most of their games. “Even if he did make us get up at 7:00am during the pre-season, we couldn’t have done it without him,” quotes one of his players. The team went on to win the Sportsmanship Award and are now League Co-Champions. ALMOST THERE! Amy Wilson goes after the ball, ready to score at anytime. II ATTACK!!! Ashley Berman tries to plow over the other team’s goalie to make a goal for her team. GETTIN’ GROOVY! To show their team spirit, Girls Varsity Soccer goes rctro-70s. �I] ft c b o a V?. K ' X' ■ 7*\ f s r i*. ' i '.t •. i O.E.S. GIRLS J.V. SOCCER Left to right. Back row: Carola Sonnde, Elizabeth Savage, Nicole Pattamanuch, Team Manager Laura Champion, Coach Katharine Kimball, Wynne Peterson-Nedry. Katie Meyers. Angie Bevill. Middle row: Kavita Heyn. Lindsey Blauer, Naomi Pease. Rose Whitmore, Theresa Nogeire, Anna Wahler. Front row: Patty Jeanne Semura, Coreen Sapp. Girls J.V. Soccer had a good season. Although they did not win all their games, they still did a great job. The first goal of the season was scored by Rose Whitmore. Coreen Sapp, one of the two J.V. goalies says, “I love being goalie because of all the pressure!” This year the coach for the team was Katharine Kimball or “Kat” as she is referred to by the team. i f .J. BUTTS UP!!! Mandy Stewart, Lacie Hickey, and Amy Wilson get ready to pounce on their players! OH, NO YOU DON’T! Amy Wilson blocks out her defender so she can’t get to the ball. ! I : COME AND GET IT!!! Stephanie Pcvec dribbles the ball towards the other team’s goal. THERE IT GOES! Mandy Stewart watches the ball roll by before running after it. LOOK AT ME!!! Pam Parker uses all her strength to do a throw-in. �OES Ski Team Racer Ready... 10...5...4...3 Top: Left to Right: Harvey Rogers, Marcin Jeske, Cameron Kellett, Cory Hoffman (Coach), Cameron Stewart, Sarah Pope, Shingo Harada, Labe Orloff Middle: Sue Spencer, Henry Chandler, Conor Huseby, Alexis Davis, Kavita Heyn, Chris Edell, Sydney Levin, Simon Brown Bottom: Jennifer Liggett, Gwen Gruetter, Coreen Sapp, Theresa Nogeire, Annie Kellett, Heidi Phillips, Angie Bevill Smile For The Camera! Heidi Phillips and Angie Bevill are anxious to get up to the 5Q mountain. I Conor Huseby speeds down the coun eager to see how fast he’s flying. �I RACER #17 IN THE STARTING GATE. Racer ready, 10 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3, and Sue Spencer gets ready to tear up the varsity course. John Waskey speeds down the JV course taking his turns quick and tight. Varsity girls Sarah Pope and Theresa Nogeire smile and wait for their races to begin. READY AND WAITING. Simon Brown waits patiently for his race to begin. Henry Chandler barrels down the course in hopes of winning first place. 51 �Hard Work Pays Off...Sometimes I Coach Sherwood, Asst. Coach Frey, Voll, Morse, Yu, Lautenschlcger, Greene, Foster, Schunk, Parker, Hickey, Choi. Mine! Lacie Hickey jumps up for a rebound against Catlin while Lorissa Foster and Katherine Voll rush to help out. 52 ' 1 We Always Knew She Was Possessed. Vicky Choi leave her defender behind as she drives for the basket. He Is Not OK! Varsity coach Rich Sherwood doing, urn, well ... his own thing. �u • •: ist Try And Stop Me. Jessica Yu takes ijump shot over her defender in a game gainst Catlin. You Wanna Fight About It? Rich expresses his frustration while Jessica Yu cheers on her teammates. Gimme A Big Hug! Lacie Hickey and Vicky Choi pose for the camera during half-time tack row: Russell, Dickinson, Coach Cade, Graves, Champion. Middle row: Sit, Pickering, Mauer, Fisher, Lamb, Orsborn. Front row: Cookson, Mungai, Brinegar, Curl. Who Are YOU Looking At? Varsity Assistant Coach Cara Frey is looking excited at half-time. 53 �Another Year, Another Exciting Team . • JV2 Back Row: N. Lowe, N. Rein, C. Luu, Coach Carmichael, N. Liu, W. Darden, D. Kang Second Row: M. Vaneslow, O. Ortega, N. Merwin, D. Beutler, R. Gunawan, J. Zeigler Tristan Morse For Three! n 7s This year’s basketball teams did a great job, and had a wonderful season. The varsity team started the year off with a bang, winning their first Jamboree game. A lot of people showed up for their big game: Will they go to playoffs? Nobody knows for sure yet. Congratulations on a job well done; and good luck for games to come! i 54 J V Back Row: D. Warner, W. Moc, Coach King, O. Inan, B. Crossman Front Ro T. Feher, D. Cade, L. deBruin T. Totonchy I �i i I 1 Varsity Back Row: C. Russell, J. Elliot, G. Phillips, O. Inan, J. Teng, Front Row: T. Morse, D. Cade, T. Teng. K. Williamson, L. deBruin, T. Sosanya What’ll It Be Coach?” Jack Teng, )mer Inan, Tom Teng, Grant Phillips nd Lloyd deBruin listen intently. <yle Williamson is ready for a break. “Defense!” O.E.S. shows their stuff against a tough competitor. Tunde Sosanya looks ready to pass to one of his team-mates. “Anyone Open?” Jordan Elliott has to think fast about his next move. These guys are obviously enjoying a little rest. 55 �■ FOOD ■I M *1 i s r j 56 I “Fencing Is Life!!’’ Greer Rabiega shows his love for Fencing by wearing an eye-catching T-shirt. “Lunge ... Retreat ... Advance ...!” Brian Davis shows some fancy footwo while trying to beat a fellow fencer. �Activities •i I ■ 57 ��• ■. > 5BF'< > s3 L-v-l - ■•■■• : X > J"•V. !■ I ■* • xg £ P-i bi’ • . ' 3 1 J)**** i -i | ’ I4* \ s> 7 I ! /I ■Eh '*®r ■■ .-Xx - iI 7 ( \ t .< 59 �Music Mania!!! OES has many musical opportunities. There is choir, acappella, musical theatre, and a jazz band. Musical theatre and choir are directed by Adam Steel Acappella is made up of a group ■ chosen singers under the directio of Diana Kornet. PARTY ON! The OES choir trip becomes a great place for hanging out and of course singing! SLEEPING ON THE JOB? Director Adam Steele seems to be taking a doze during choir practice. NEW MUSIC GUYS? Evan Seifert and John Liu take time t< study their music. © 1 AH MAN! Won Moc looks as though he has made a mistake, while on lookers start to laugh. 60 NOW SMILE! A group of choir members take a break for a photo. �ppp ACAPPELLA: Back row, L to R: Amy Jacobsen, Won Moc, Jung Ah Lee, Ryan Taylor, Kris Solberg, Lindsey Blauer, Evan Seifert, Jack Teng, Angie Bevill, Director Diana Kornet. Front row, L to R: John Liu, Joana T. de Figueiredo, Bub-Bub Suppipat. 1 z SING IT! Soloist Angie Bevill sings during an Upper School Gathering. OH YA! Amy Jacobsen sings a solo, while everyone turns to watch Bub-Bub Suppipat. JUST HANGIN’! R.T. and Won Moc take a break from singing. 61 �X-Periods & Chapels i 0ii This year the OES community was fortunate to have such visitors as Freeman Dyson, Jane Goodall, and Richard Leakey just to name a few. Not only do we have these people to thank for providing us with thought provoking insights but our diverse student and faculty community has entertained and helped us gain knowledge on various subjects all year. Our chapels and X-periods have given us this unique opportunity which is only another great aspect of the OES community. And what did the Kenyans think about Richard Leakey? “I think he does a very good job with the conservation of wildlife in Kenya, but I don’t think he should get involved with politics,” said Lee Njue. But Kiruthi Njenga’s opinion was a little different. “Mr. Leakey’s political intentions are very good. I think he should join with other political powers, and I wouldn’t mind if he became president.” 1 I •A Dr. Jane Goodall enjoys a cup of coffee with her tail-less chimpanzee after speaking to the OES upper school. Masakazu Kobayashi entertains us wil his classical guitar: “It’s bad 62 man!’’ �A skit is performed for the All School St. Nicholas Chapel. The Spanish Inquisition”: Evan Porter-Seifert and Ryan Radecki Perform a skit during a Mystery Friday. A Partrid e In A. Pear Tree era ..H Michael Charpentier blows us away with his talent. Do ... Re ... Mi: Adam Steele's choral group makes harmony during the All School Chapel. “TWO TURTLE DOVES!!! ... and a par­ tridge in a pear tree ft “I feel good!!” John Lamb plays the drums during an open mike X-period. 63 �The Curious Savage J i I Z J “Where Are Those Bonds?” Nancy Pickering defends her husband. Adam Greene, from an accuser who thinks that Adam Greene is the one who stole the bonds. \ V * “I Hope She Isn't Beautiful. Competition Exhausts Me.” Eager! Adrienne Ponting listens to Heathd Gregory recalling her days as an j actress. “My Head Is Pounding.’’ Heather Gregory fools her three children into thinking she is terribly ill. “I Can’t Believe It!” Heather Gregory informs Elizabeth Savage of her great fortune. “It Can’t Be!’’ Nancy Pickering finds the truth of Heather 64 Gregory’s fortune. “Oh, How Dreadful.” Heather Gregory reads of her children’s encounter with the police. �CAST Mrs. Savage: Heather Gregory Titus: Ryan Radecki Lily Bell: Taylor Wilcox Samuel: Marcin Jeske Fairy Mae: Adrienne Ponting Hannibal: Darren Olson Jeffrey: Adam Greene Florence: Heidi Phillips Mrs. Paddy: Emily Shepard Dr. Emmett: Elizabeth Savage Ms. Wilhelmina: Nancy Pickering “You Hid The Bonds Where?” Taylor Wilcox falls for the mischievous plan about the location of the bonds. “Well It Goes Like This ...” (bold) Heather Gregory explains a sticky situation to Adrienne Ponting and Heidi Phillips. Heidi Phillips catches Darren Olson in blind man’s bluff. Why The First Time 1 Put My Arms Around Lily Bell, She Bit Me.” The guests listen to Heather Gregory tell them of her horrifying stories about her children. “Bach With Variations Of My Own.” Darren Olson plays a lovely tune on his fiddle. J 65 �The Good Doctor This year’s All-School Play, directed by Jack O’Brien, was a series: scenes that Neil Simon adapted from different Chekhov plays. The play involved faculty, staff, students, and alumni, both in the cast an crew, and all had tremendous fun being involved! Nancy Pickering applies Debby Schauffler’s make-up. i( j Miss Cass scolds her children’s governess, Galena Kiir The Writer, Rev. Bartlett, and the General, Peter Stevens, strike a dignified pose. “OF COURSE THIS IS FUN!” says Heidi Phillips, after many long hours designing, constructing, and setting the lights. “Duck! How Could I Have Forgotten Duck?!?” David Streight ponders Terry Hansen’s delicious main dish suggestion._______ __________ J (X “The line is ‘You want me to PAY to see a drowning man?’ ” assists the stage manager, Drew Rollins. The Writer, Sue Knight, explains an alternative ending. “Tea? That would be lovely!” answers an aging Dians Kornet to Jack O’Brien’s brave proposal. ...1 �I ■ i 1 The Husband, played by Matt Clark ’90, explains to his lovely wife, Moneeka Settles, what Peter Semyonych had to say about her today. ■i The greatest Seducer of Other Men’s Wives, John Capen, explains his fool-proof seduction methods. The Writer, Corbet Clark, explains his next plot. The Poor Defenseless Creature, Debby Schauffler, tries to explain her plight to the Banker, Harvey Zendt, and his assistant, David Goodman-Farley. Rose Whitmore, while not working on the crew, provided lovely piano accompaniment for the show. The Cast. - �$ L 4V/ ✓>-z *' ** - *k LZiJ 68 �fl CONSPIRATORS 'I I * 69 �K - K if 70 Many years of fun! Some, more years than others. �Matt: I am looking forward to our Smoothy King in Arizona. I love you! 1 I Mom and Dad: my love and thanks shines to both of you, brighter than the sun with its innumerable rays. All of me is you I I' TO SOME: Sage Bear-no more obliv. beach trips, I love you, ugly faces in the late night mirror. K.T.-New Orleans. Court-icy, snowy dark rocks to the springs, if I were a bump on this corner. Josh-the limo, the roof, the lake and more ... ANNIE-north and south beaches, earrings in bottles, cans in saunas, pipes in jacket, lighterfluid breakdowns, Martin-it’s my mtn., B-day cakes and Alps. Damien ... Florence dunes, cold of Bend, trust me Humphrey’s scars will mend. Florence crew, Sauvie crew, soccer team and Hatch, Elliot. G reene-wallowas, Darren and his shaggy dog. Toby while the sun rises. Moser off a dune, Aaron walking on water. Sexy Simone and Galena. Crazy Gobel. Girls of’96. Ben: bit o honey. Peter D. Peter D. Peter D. Gabe and others . . goodbye ■ . ■ You’re too busy working io pay for ma­ chines to save you time so you won't have to work so hard and by trying to save every bit ofit, he ends I up wasting the whole thing. AC Sarah Kathryn Bickford Take time to love and be loved, it is too short a day to be selfish. Take time to laugh, it is the music of the soul. KL, KW, AD. JW, KS-you will forever bring me joy and laughter; and to all friends everywhere, you are always in my heart, 1 love you! f r< I “Friendship,” said Pooh bear, “Is a very comforting sort of thing.” Mom and Dad: Thanks for all the years of love and support. 1 love you with all of my heart. Ha Ha Ha Ha, she can’t stop laughing!-Jamcs Taylor If 1 have the belief that I can do it, 1 shall surely acquire the capacity to do it, even if I may not have it at the beginning.-Mahatma Gandhi Judy, my teacher and friend: you are my inspiration. Rivers know this; there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.-A.A. Milne 71 �Hank Cushman Amy Davis Keri and Kay, you guys are the best friends anyone could have. Keri, Bathroom. Now! To my family, Thank You, and I love you Stop and let the world go on without you once in a while.-Unknown ■i 72 The world is a rose: smell it and pass it on to your friends.-Persian Proverb My dear friends, I will miss you guys and all the good times we’ve had. Love Ya Lots. �1 The Brian Song by Michael Palin of Monty Python Brian... the babe they called Brian Grew...grew, grew and grew, Grew up to be, Grew up to be, A boy called Brian, A boy called Brian. He had arms and legs and hands and feet This boy whose name was Brian And he grew, grew, grew and grew Grew up to be Yes he grew up to be A teenager called Brian A teenager called Brian. .And his face became spotty Yes his face became spotty And his voice dropped down low And things started to grow On young Brian and so He was certainly no No girl named Brian Not a girl named Brian. .And he started to shave And have one off the wrist And want to see girls And go out and gel pissed A man called Brian This man called Brian. The man they called Brian. This man called Brian. Brad Feltz 1 B i! r OREGON EPISCOPAL SCHOOL >4317 NE 37TH AVE RIDGEFIELD WA 93442 PORTLAND, OR 92/93 �Adam Greene - I f. * Carpe Diem Amy Greene 74 �Jeffrey Herman Mis amigos y mis amores. Me Ilamo Don Juan de Marco. Mis amigos me Haman Jefe pero prefiero que ellos me llamen el gran Don Juan, ^por que? Porque soy valiente. Soy guapisimo. Soy suave. Soy fuerte. Mas fuerte que los dios griegos. Tengo la voz de amor. Hablo espanol con clocuencia. Con amor. Mi profesora de espanol me dijo-jHay caramba Jefe! Hablas espanol mejor que todos mis estudiantes. Debieras ser un escritor porque hablas mejor que Federico Garcia Lorca.-Cuando las mujeres me eschuchan y me miran dicen.-jHay! El es mi amor. Estoy cnamorada.-Soy el mejor amante del mundo. Soy irresistible. Yo soy el gran Don Juan de Marco. i I ■ Kyle Hoelscher I I 75 �I ■H<xyv\k\ My strength is the strength of ten because my heart is pure. -Tennyson Suddenly as rare things will, it van­ ished.-R. Browning Thanks for the memories Whatever you do, do cautiously, and look to the end.Latin Prov­ erb There’s no thrill in easy sailing when the sky is clear and blue. There’s no joy in merely doing things which anyone can do. But there's great satisfaction that is mighty sweet to take, when you reach a destination that you thought you couldn’t make. -Anonymous OwUr 76 OrW^ ■ �Wait. Today is Friday?! I thought it was Tuesday. What class do I have next? -Foster Child Would you like to go to Hawaii with me? It’d be no problem. -Matty Slater My life can fit in the corner of your room. -Darrin Olson How is your car? Is it running today? -Everyone The following is a summation of all of my unconnected thoughts on OES and life in general. OES is good . I thank each person here for making it an experience. I would like a cabin in the woods. I'm glad we had those bouts of after- lunch silliness. Laughter is good. The Ha-Ha game ought to be played more often . Trees and country music are good. Yes-huh. There are too many damn people. Follow your heart, not your mind. I love my blind dog, Teddy, unconditionally. Drive carefully. Give me a ring, anytime, I'd like to chat: (360) 693-7742 . Thanks. Lorissa Chieko Foster H's also cold, light, and pully Snow is like some ice cubes in your hand Or some really, really, cold, cold sand. Snow is from the big, blue sky. Something lhat you can’t always buy. So. use your snow wisely and carefully, and There will be some left for met -LCF 77 �—— - - -J J— _, _______________________________ |*C,»d Xu>-'» hw >rtbyi*’-» aMTI*^ _ ,_ _., -* 1XX4 I.K ><v» -x-xbujilj TtSt>^j UH aj*~ul <-^caK " Z -<vitya>u^ frying ■‘Jt.H JOZM UU,*^*, yj t|V>M -km, Ora) ai v^c?\\ V u «*■ Uia--.* , t**J 5O»<.tw»M_5 L ' If M.CX 1 Caj^c ? 3 X r ~3°' 1A fc Af j ^azcArvtr i • s TO UUf" C<TOC>U-bl “ 5 rUdclfl*. >r J-1**?- h'Q nod ~>7^j I Itl ^F? »»*.. K JmxumU* •. -■* U.U k fi»h nuA\ « hi«yK-C>41 **•K **4•*■*. •4*»' ***?•. H\HA John Lamb / ft : 78 / * « �I Jung-Ah Lee I i*1 ClarityFaithPotentialReadyHonesty, TrustYouHeartMorallndependentCanKindPressure. WonderSpiritPurityRightThinkReality Patience AspectValuesExcellence TruthEnthusiasmSensible PrideLibertySupportDisciplineGallantPerfect Insightinspire Tough WithAggressiveShareStraight WorkWisdomSelfMiraclesCa Im Knowledge Identity LovePurposelmproveJustice Yield Memory Serious Keita ( 95-96 P.S.TherelsNothinglnThisWorldThatls Impossible.WithAllTheThingsStated Above.AnythingCouldHappen. 79 �Carl Russell Equipo do fiitbol Darren the Lion My Puppy If OES had wanted you to have a life, they would have issued you one.-Dr. Bill I r K * ’ '■ * '■ <3 4* * I You try hard, that’s what countsl-Tristan M. ???? Henrick Tristan Morse I’m so happy because today I found my friend-in my head. I’m so ugly, but that’s OK because so are you.-Kurt Cobain Though I know I’ll never lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I’ll often stop and think about them, in my life I’ll love you more.-John Lennon Name: on _This is a reminder that you have earned a TimeBack. You arc due to serve f*/ the '7(~ K of f'/' . Please remember you arc to arrive al 6:00 a m. on a Thursday or 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday. REASON: y ** -XA »• y /cl/' Thank you, 80 (Advisor) < o... �£f2iM GLiZA&Cnl WlSPW ! — ' "There is no normal life there's just life/ -Tombstone The Disappearing Ireland Once we presumed to find ourselves for good Between its blue hills and those sandless shores Where we spent our desperate night in prayer and vigil, Once we gathered driftwood, made a hearth and hung or cauldron like a firmament, The island, broke beneath us (ike a wave. The (and sustaining us seemed to hold jirm Only when we embraced it in extremis, All I believe that happened there was vision. -Seamus Heaney = [Selected Poems 1966-87, p.261] I Kristin Kay Solberg 81 �I Lee Kimathi Njue Nutthin’ but a team thang. Il was always down for whateva! Keeping it real to get what was necessary from the experiences and education was priority number one and now as I dream about the future I have to reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds. Word up! s k Darren Olson Clue boy, jump high life Never live ever-live, like a firefly riding the flames of time listening for it, that one thing drum beat, Mister, like you like. Laugh at it, love at it, sing to it all day long Open Up Your Eyes stop asking why you do it, never. go listen, MAN, listen to the beat of the antlers, beat, beat, beat Let it rain, let the dust flow Let your mind flow from the cruel moon. Dance, dance ever, dance like your life dances, dance foot step, bare foot on the concrete butts between toes, whistling with the cool air­ blow. �I “YOUR SILENCE. U7ILL NOT PROTECT YOV." -AUDRE LORDE. LOVI5C O5BORNE 19% » YOSUKE SAWADA There are many things in life that must be done, though 1 do not see what they arc, yet. No, 1 think I have cleared one of those walls that stand in the path of my life. I wonder how many walls are still left to climb. When I clear every wall, what will happen? Will I live? Will I die? Will I find my answer? One thing is sure: I I’ve gotten one step closer to success. A® I i j| IL I i - J.1 is said to be a miracle, for a man who can’t head the ball nor tackle people to be playing as a starting defense player on the arsity Soccer Team. Special thanks to: My kind parents, My pretty sisters And the Foster Family -I love one touch.- Gheorge Dobos 83 �Evan I am but mad north-north-west; When the wind is southerly 1 know a hawk from a handsaw. „ Come over here and I’ll give you new reason io fear Titanium Dioxide. empted to corrupt someone's morals? There was a naughty boy, a naughty boy was he; He could not sit at home, he could not quie* be™1^ '° corn,pl son^«ne’s morals and discover it is too late? )ena % zwrite fchang I wanl lo Statue Got Me High there to share your laughter, and be there to wipe away your tears... To reduce risk of serious injury to hands, wrists, or other joints, read safety and comfort guide. The things we cherish are small indeed, so much the larger the need. You’re puking? |x fhcrc Life is like a movie, write your own endine K,™ hi -. y own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending. J can not dismiss you, shelter you, speak with you, smile at you, trusting me, laugh and brush you off, and I agree. Language serves not only to ex nr h k When yoU’rC thCrC‘1 SkCP lcn8lhW,SC’ When P css ,hou&ht but to make possible ihouehK •y “Sr t., a™. what’s the problem' jHonnal in my bed. Words are the supreme objects. They are minded things. re (lining with death... Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They sec not what is, nor what can be, but what must become. The oyster is a blob of glup, but a woman is a woman. must be the ™!h ’ '°"''V'r h’ k b| Istanbul (n , 'nof Const.,antinople) "" ‘"possible. y—« ■"«- Turkeys are clever in the wild, but in captivity, they re posit erseks is in himself. wZ" What the superior man What the mean man sceas othets. appeared My verse continu t wicked be h Ay! Wicked Ay! Oooh hooh! Say No MORE! Oooh!-d Ya Sleep is no substitute for caffeine. --------proficient and as dead as Huck Finn's cal. c inically 1 Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion. A reflected shock shattered opals in my eyes. 121 Your nitm.ic .. Your hands and feet - ----------lne nnn are man8ocs: you’re gonna be a genius anyway. PCrfCCL ven sex. • cc. right?""^ k"ad because it's the on!ys^hw” s'u<'<="< start Oren: N"lh\n^7^ lhis fr°’n cxpCnC" ’ ,sn’’il ir°nic how one r --' Person's torment is linked to another's jov? y°U C“n'e '° M,U ^Permuto Oren(pause): What? Rno^ |his f^.^^quanium physics. Everyone 1 danced with, was short. SS"f “ 84 Erik: Of course. Qn|y way ,Q resist lempla.ion is lo yield lo it. STRENGTH or PHYSICAL ...the Secret Welsh ART of SELF courage. — ------------------1 or PHYSICAL courage. ...I’ll hunt to ^-fcof the ends of the eanh, be th< eyes, hum you m there for your .ears, bring rears to your �Julia Weitzer Katherine Shoemake One person’s torture machine is another person’s kinky sex toy.-Louise Osborne and Me Those who hate must once have loved deeply. Those who want to deny the world must once have embraced what they now set on fire.-Kurt Tucholsky And I’ll never forget the feeling I got When I heard that you aren’t home. And I’ll never forget The smile on my face ’Cause 1 knew where you would be and if you’re in a crowd tonight Have a drink on me Go easy Step light ... ly Stay free -The Clash Lava is a philosophy The primordial ooze that Once ruled our world Has been captured in perpetual Motion. Lava is the moment. It’s Ever changing patterns are hypnotizing Yet invigorating. Lava is an art form A classic and at the same time ... Progressive. Lava is pre-historic and post modem. Lava is here to stay. i �ATTITUDE IS E VER YTHING ♦ V. - 86 Kendra Smith �Matthew H. Slater STOP! Don’t sweat it. Simply move a few inches left or right to get a new viewpoint. Look ... Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. And the lives of such stuff as dreams are made of may be rounded with a sleep but they are tied neatly with a red bow. Truth doesn’t run on time like a commuter train, though time may run on truth. And the Scenes Gone By and the Scenes to Come flow blending together in the sea-green deep while Now spreads in circles on the surface. So don’t sweat it. For focus simply move a few inches back or forward. -Ken Kesey Eagles may soar, but a weasel’s never been sucked into a jet engine. -Unknown \11 of life’s riddles are answered in the novies. -Steve Martin vZ 1 & j- J il -ife is a game that must be played; rhe truth at least, good friends we know; >o live and laugh, nor be dismayed, \s one by one the phantoms go. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Simone Colette Stout Thank You and Lots of Love to: AB, AW, CL, CR, deBru­ ins, Greenes, KY, LCF, LO, OCK, TM, TN, TW 87 �Nicole Elisabeth Claire Swink Everything is funny as long as it is happening to someone else.-Will Rogers One body-respect it. One mind-feed it. One life-enjoy it. Any jackass can kick down a barn, but it takes a good carpenter to build one.-Sam Rayburn -Des'ree Women can do everything; men can do the rest.-Russian Proverb I like work. It fascinates me. I can sit around and look at it for hours.-Jerome K. Jerome Everything I did in my life that was worth while I caught Hell for.-Earl Warren Big sisters arc the crab grass in the lawn of life.-Charles Shultz Jazz is like a good conversation. You have to listen to what others have to say it you’re going to make an intelligent contribution.-Wynton Marsalis Ryan Taylor (aka RT) 88 �You giiyS made me grow UP- St ill I am not good enough to be independent, M 1 wilfl Start walking by mySelf with the b©St memorieS from OEs. Thank you Kery much for all of you who hare been Supporting me. I will nerer forget your kindneSS. For my PR[ULItIEs, friends, and FAMILY, Shizuka TakaniShi John Sze Ting Liu RW - ThanX for your supports all these years. I will always remember those cookies that U made for us! U are great! SK - You're great! I take that class is all because of U! Everybody - My days at OES were full filled. A big hug and many kisses to U all, thanX for all the advise, love and care! I'm now a bird with a pair of strong wings ready to FLY! Mum & dad - U are always a guide light for me. ThanX! What more can I say? Love U always. Colleen O. - Even though U are gone, but your soul and heart are also there inside of me. Miss U. NL,CS,LW & DK - U guys are the best! Stay cool! Miss U too... SL - Where is my father?:) Anyway,keep in touch and good luck on everything. Thanks for sharing with me all these years. EK/YS/SS/RG/TL/JS/SC/CK/RL/VS/DS/ES/JAL •..U gotta be bad,U gotta be bold,U gotta be wiser,U wiser , U gotta be hard,U gotta be tough,U gotta be stronger,U gotta be cool,u gotta be calm,U gotta stay together,all I know,all I know,love will save the day...take care?! ST * Stay strong! U can do it! Believe in yourself! Go for You know your way! Promise me? "a-to-de-ne!!" 89 �HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF GOD AND SATAN MIGHT BE BROTHERS? THAT WAS A FACT INOES THE EVIL ONE NAMED JACK TENG IF YOU JUST DON’T REMEMBER MY FACE, PLEASE FLIP !T TO MY BROTHER'S SENIOR PAGE. YOU WILL SEE MY FACE ON MY BROTHER'S HEAD. BUT, IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER WHO 1 AM. PLEASE BE AWARE OF SATAN. HE MIGHT DROP BY YOUR BEDROOM SOMETIME TO MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER ME. HE IS A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE. Here I shall forgive the ignorant human beings ... they have not learned how to distinguish Jack and me.-Tom Teng - li 90 �Keri Lashbaugh Life is a canvas-you fill the picture.-Unknown Thanks to my friends for all the great times we’ve had together and our quaint little conversations at DQ. I love you guys. Hey, Kay & Amy, we could go to Dave’s ... Make the world your playground.-Suzy Becker Friendships will last if they are put first.-Unknown I I Katherine Ay ana Washington f. --.v Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hcarts.-Charles Dickens To my Mom, Uncle Dec and Dearie-Thanks for everything, love you always. Live all you can, it's a mistake not to.-Unknown Keri, Amy, Julia, Kathi, and Sarah-I love you guys and will really miss all the times we spent together. H I believe that we form our own lives, that we create our own reality, and that everything works out for the best.-Jim Henson �Rob Webber Locked up inside You can't tell me where it’s at Open up, open up, open the door Rocks and trees and physical culture Some days you hide lbwL I guess you wonder where you are Nature boy, Nature man, take me along We got a life that’s undiscovered. -David Byrne ! i 2i // 92 �1 Mike Wood Kei Yamaguchi 'HANX-To all my hommies in apan, relatives around the globe, ?lass of’96 (Most laid-back, hillin’class in OES history), faculties /ho fed my brains (Specially Rich, U < the Man), dormies, day students, nd SEN-PIEs who have graduated •ver the past few years, Ike Bros, jerry and Arney. ’Nough respect to fou all. “Those who give respect to others, get respect in return.”—Kei Yamaguchi to, EXTRATHANX^ad, Mom and my baby sisters. U ■onstantly gave me hope, love and ... noney. Most respect. i. a i ~ ■ -MESSAGE TO ... T.W.-Yo Trav, think about it. We started off being the fools on the back of the bus and we both ended up as the members of the Student Council...Wc sure did smoke our way up. Keep waftin' like we used to. T.T.-Go call Dominos for me. L.N.-East is always better than the west and Whitney, ... she ain't no queen. « -QUOTES THAT GAVE ME HOPE“C.R.E.A.M.” (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)—Wu-Tang Clan “1 wanna be as beautiful as a sewer rat."-Blue Hearts “Power doesn’t back up in the force of a smile, or in the face of a threat, or in the face of some kind of nonviolent loving action. It's not the nature of power to back up in the face of anything but some more power.”—Malcolm X I 93 �. I -'0 I :.^L. M ■•■•■• 1 7: 3 •I • 94 �95 I 1 �k J. T * * i . . . . m; 96 �la Fl iJ �98 �ilk I 99 �A c fi 100 �Al Miscellaneous 101 �i The Freshmen Kathryn Bambam 12 Anna Blessing 12, 22, 59 Emily Brinegar 12, 53 Anne Buhl 12, 22 Laura Champion 12, 23, 39, 48, 58, 112, 53 Henry Chandler 12, 31, 50, 51, 58 Leslie Colip 12, 36, 58 Heather Curl 12,23, 31,58, 112,53 Lauren Daaboul 12, 63 Niles Davidson 12 Charlie Enloe 12, 42, 43 Jordan Fink 12, 23 Shane Fisher 12, 22, 39,63,53 Arnie Graves 12, 53 Shingo Harada 12, 22, 24, 46, 50, 26 Jason Henkle 12, 99 r The Index Craig Hudgins 12, 43 Lynn Huynh 12, 23, 26, 59 Piper Iles 12, 22 Omer Inan 12, 54, 55 Jennifer Ing 12, 44, 26 Dong Woo Kang 12, 47, 54 Ann Kellett 12, 48, 50 Seth Kelsey 12 Eleanor Kim 12 Trey Knollman 12 Amy Laird 12, 42, 43 Nick Liu 12, 42, 43, 54 Cuong Luu 12,28,31, 54, 46 Hideyoshi Masuda 13, 47 Arnie McClung 13, 26,96 Elizabeth Merritt 13 Nicholas Merwin 13, 4, 22, 54 Wairimu Mungai 13, 31, 39, 63, 53 1 102 �Jack Tillotson 13, 31 Marc Vanselow 13, 54 Katherine Voll 13, 52 Ann-Kathrin Wahler 13, 22, 38, 48, 99, 97 Robin Walsh 13, 31, 38,47 Taylor Wilcox 13,22, 23,65,63 f The Sophomores Will Anton 10, 5, 46 Emily Bechen 10, 20 Daniel Beutler 10, 54, 59,60 Breanna Orsborn 13, 23, 53 Omar Ortega 13, 54 Christopher Patsis 13, 4 Nicole Pattamanuch 13, 48, 49, 99, 97 Carissa Ponting 13, 31 Greer Rabiega 13, 56 Carole-Anne RandallStitt 13, 112 Megan Reeves 13 Bobby Romanski 13, 63 Coreen Sapp 13, 48, 50, 26, 59, 97, 112 Patty Jeanne Semura 13,23,48, 59 Emily Shepard 13,22 Yumi Shigematsu 13, 23, 38 Lasa Sophonpanich 13 Callie Souther 13, 22, 63 Nathan Spencer 13, 43,46 Jennifer Sunshine 13, 49,26,99 Lisa Taylor 13 William Darden 10, 54 Kate Dickinson 10, 53 Max Doblie 10, 46 Amber Dubose 10 Ben Eder 10, 46, 112, 96 David Eder 10, 21, 46,112 Megan Glick 10, 5, 48, 59 Raymond Gunawan 10, 54 Jeffrey Gundle 10 Badaja Hedlund 10, 49,68 Christine Hilderbrand 10 Conor Huseby 10, 50 David Hutchinson 10,43 Amy Jacobsen 10, 5, 61 Arnie Lamb 10, 44, 97, 53 Gabe Levin 10, 34, 47 Jennifer Liggett 10, 50,97, 112 Thon Lisahapanya 10 Nathan Lowe 10, 47, 54 Taylor Matheson 11, 31,32,49,41 Elizabeth McCann 11 Gina Bevill 10, 96 Lindsey Blauer 10 Clair Brown 10, 28, 30 David Browning 10 David Cade 10, 54, 55,97 Michael Charpentier 10,63 Anne Chipman 10, 5 Rachael Cookson 10, 24,25,30,53 Meaghan Corwin 10 103 �Joana Tenorio 11,5, 23, 24, 28, 39, 61 David Warner 11,25, 28, 45, 47, 54 John Waskey 11,20, 51 Andy Webber 11,20, 42, 43, 107 Rose Whitmore 11, 48, 57, 67, 63 Nathaniel Willing 11, 47 Jessica Yu 11, 99, 52, 53 Jordan Ziegler 1 1, 20, 28, 54 ,1 Katie Meyers 11,5, 24, 48, 27 Justin Morasch 1 1 Kiruthi Njenga 11,4, 38, 47, 62 Theresa Nogeire 11, 5,48, 50, 51 Labe Orloff 11,50 Pam Parker 11,24, 48.49, 5,40, 112 Naomi Pease 11,48, 57 Wynne Peterson-Nedry 11, 48, 59 Stephanie Pevec 11, 21.48.49, 96 Nathaniel Rein 11, 54 Harvey Rogers 11, 50 Becky Russell 11,53 Jane Sadler 11, 96 Kelly Schunk 11, 96, 52 Felicity Shoulders 11 Brian Shum 11 Elias Silvernail 11, 20,21,42, 43,68 Carola Sonnde 11, 20, 48 Suzanne Spencer 11, 44, 50, 51, 58 Julawat Suppipat 11, 58,63,60,61 Natsumi Takao 11 104 The Juniors John Becker 8 Angie Bevill 8, 50, 32, 48, 18, 4, 40, 61 Aaron Bitte 8, 30 Simon Brown 8, 28, 50, 51,26 Steve Chiang 8 Vicky Choi 8, 49, 27, 53, 52 Matt Clark 8, 18 Brian Crossman 8, 31, 54, 59 Meghan Daaboul 8, 44, 45, 40 Alexis Davis 8, 18, 50, 38 Lloyd de Bruin 8, 30, 54, 55, 27 Andy de Guzman 8, 46, 5, 99 Chris Edell 8, 35, 18, 50 Jordan Elliot 8, 31, 55 Andersen English 8, 31 19 Tamas Feher 8, 19, 54, 47, 5 Alice Gray 8, 30, 32, 39 Heather Gregory 8, 44, 19, 43, 40, 64, 65 �i -F Johnathan Kowolik 8, 60 Chang Wook Lee 8, 47 Rita Lee 8, 39, 63 Sydney Levin 9, 25, 39, 50 Serena Lin 9, 39, 68, 60 Anmar Madani 9, 96 Dan Menely 9, 5 Won Moc 9, 19,25, 35,45,46, 54 Sarah Morse 9, 5, 32, 48,99,58,52 Gwen Gructter 8, 28, 18, 50, 44, 4, 27 Kavka Heyn 8, 24, 25, 50, 48, 49, 5, 40 Lacie Hickey 8, 19, 48, 49, 41, 99, 1 12 Andrew Hoffman 8, 34,47,68 Marcin Jeske 8, 4, 50, 97 Jeffrey Kinzer 8, 36 Masakazu Kobayashi 8, 25, 62 Ted Kollar 8, 28 Candy Koo 8, 35, 63 I ! Grant Phillips 9, 55 Heidi Phillips 9, 50, 66,40, 64,65 Nancy Pickering 9, 66,64,63,53 Adrienne Ponting 9, 40, 64, 65, 99 Sarah Pope 9, 25, 50, 51,38,49,40 Andrew Rollins 9, 4, 19,28, 32,46,66 Elizabeth Savage 9, 48,64 Daniel Schiff 9, 18, 28,46 ■ I1 I rTi i 105 �Amy Wilson 9, 30, 36,48,49,27 Jenny Wilson 9 Allison Winningstad 9 Eric Wittmayer4 9, 18, 68,60 Brian Zakarian 9, 24,25 The Seniors Ashley Berman 6, 28, 48,49, 59 Sarah Bickford 6, 70, 99, 68, 60 Hank Cushman 6 Vivien Sit 9, 25, 53 Dao Sophonpanich 9 Tunde Sosanya 9,31, 42,43,55 Mandy Stewart 9, 48, 49 ' Elizabeth Surya 9, 25 Thomas Totanchy 9, 18, 31, 54, 96, 55 David Van Ballegooijen 9, 18, 47 Eric Vinson 9, 47 Annie Warner 9, 35, 39,49,58, 1 12 Kyle Williamson 9, 55,99 > Cameron Kellett 6, 50, 94 Galena Kline 6, 17, 66, 95 John Lamb 6, 34, 47, 63 Keri Lashbaugh 6 Cassie Lautenschleger 6, 25, 44, 52 Jung Ah Lee 6, 70, 99, 59, 68, 60, 61 John Liu 6, 39, 70, 60,61 Keita Miyazaki 6, 35 Tristan Morse 6, 17, 28,54,55,46,95 Amy Davis 6 Brian Davis 6, 56 Brad Feltz 6 Lorissa Foster 6, 17, 70, 52 Adam Greene 6, 64, 65 Amy Greene 6, 5, 16, 30, 49, 94, 52 Jeffrey Herman 6, 30 Kyle Hoelscher 6 Cathy Huynh 6, 49, 94, 70, 102,68,60 106 • �Erin Murphy 6, 17, 34, 70, 97, 102 Lee Niue 6, 17, 46, 95,62 Darren Olson 7, 30, 17, 46, 65 Louise Osborne 7, 16, 28, 49 Ryan Radecki 7, 39, 95,4, 63 Carl Russell 7, 16, 28, 46,55,69,95,5 Yosuke Sawada 7, 25, 46 Evan P. Seifert 7, 28, 38,69,63,70, 60 Kathi Shoemake 7, 44, 94, 40 Matthew Slater 7, 17 Kendra Smith 7, 37, 95 Kristin Solberg 7, 5, 25, 28, 94, 95, 61 Cam Stewart 7, 50, 94, 102 Simone Stout 7, 16, 5 Nicole Swink 7, 16, 30,97 Shizuka Takanishi 7, 63,60 Ryan Taylor 7, 94, 68,60,61 Jack Teng 7, 25, 30, 46, 55, 61 Tom Teng 7, 25, 46, 55 Kay Washington 7, 94 Rob Webber 7, 43 Julia Weitzer 7, 17, 44,95,70 Travis White 7, 39 Michael Wood 7, 39 Kei Yamaguchi 7, 30, 38,46,95 i 107 I �VI J 108 • i �We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life. —Carl Jung 9 All the best to the Class of '96 from... is. gouthwesy Connection 1509 SW Sunset Blvd. Ste. IK, Portland, OR 97201 'J Tf- "When it has to be perfect" ...for any occasion, it's The Trianon. ** /' \» ■ j hi T rianon RESTAURANT 9225 SW Allen Boulevard, 245-2775 Congrats and Best Wishes to the Class of 1996! The Murphys Congratulations to the Class of 1996 The Radecki Family Congratulations CAM and the. Class of1996! �Pest Wishes To J-lshloy, Pmy, Qu thy, Louisa, Qari, Yosuko, ILai, Lee, and Tristan! We have had so much fun with you! We will sorely miss your leadership, the excitement of the soccer retreats, and your passion for soccer. Good Luck To You! Love, Vicky, Taylor, Pam, Tlmy, Jennifer, Padaja, Ylicole, Wlandy, Jdnnie, Lacie, Sarah P., Stephanie, Sarah 1TL, Pathan, Pob, Shingo, Will, ( f Pen, Y)avid, Y)rew, Lnc, Thomas, lomas, Won W< 110 L �“When you part from your friend, you grieve not. For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber, is clearer from the plain”-Kahlil Gibran Congratulations to the Class of 1996! From the Greene Family OREGON EPISCOPAL SCHOOL CONGRATULATIONS to Evan, RT, John, Jung Ah, Kris and Jack! We’ll miss your leadership, love, back rubs, antics, but most of all, VOICES! Keep on singing! With love from Bud2, Lindsey, Won, Amy, Joana, Angie, and Diana. •A The OES Alumni Association Welcomes its newest members The Class of 1996 Congratulations! Ill �rl Staff Laura Champion Heather Curl Carole Anne Randall Stitt Coreen Sapp Ben Eder David Eder Jennifer Liggett Pam Parker Lacie Hickey Mandy Stewart Annie Warner Editors Cathy Huynh Erin Murphy Advisor Diana Kornet ( Q 11C 112 � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. 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Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The 1995-96 Yearbook Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1996. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". 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X1;- "• 5 r^r' ■■"' «? ■- -'■>: ;;^;y - -? ;• rvc-'. v,............ -r X5\>; • ■ •- -<•' -V' s' :-My:Mwm r ■iWr-i ”.;5& 'V%-'A—'X - •y^.' - £$&* Pv^ y- ’ ' Sf"!^ m hj ;•-* - x- Xj*: �n i. iv h ■ NV i ■ : i ij ! i ■j i ;i ■ * ; ! ' i ■' : I ' j H I i / i. v i �i ^7) THE DELPHIC ST. HELEN’S HALL ; of PORTLAND, OREGON ' ! : : 15 ; -' j 1928-1929 VOLUME XXIX (7> NUMBER 9 �. Frontispiece Faculty Senior Section Delphic Staff School Honors Literary Athletics Calendar Old Girl Notes Exchanges Jokes Advertisements !, ■ �3 The Delphic Officers and Instructors RECTOR The Right Reverend the Bishop The of Oregon CHAPLAIN Reverend Samuel Evans GENERAL SUPERINTENDENCE The Sisters of St. John the Baptist (Holy Scripture, Church History) Lower School Mildred Arev Kindergarten Training School, St. Helen's Hall Latin Dorotii y Bartlett B. A., Smith College Lozccr School Isabelle Breingan Oregon Normal School Kindergarten Irene Brix . Ellison-White Conservatory �rj I 4 The Delphic Science Elizabeth Cooper B. A., University of Washington Joyce Groth French, Spanish . B. A., University of Washington English, History Gertrude Houk A. M., Cornell University Lower School Jean Kellett Washington State Normal Physical Director Nan A. Knapp Temple University, Philadelphia Helen Shuman Mathematics . B. A., University of Oregon Mabel Sim on is Upper I & II . Oregon Normal School Florence Thompson English . B. A.; Wellesley College French Susa n n e Coca i n k Diplomec de Tours Catherine Oyer beck French . B. A., Wellesley College MUSIC AND ART A esthetic Dancing Kath eri ne La idea \v Pupil of Ruth St. Denis Dramatics Isabelle Stout Columbia University Art, Piano Louisa M. Thomson Guildhall School of Music, London Interpretation of Modern Music under Louis Victor Farr, 1927 52 I 3 Voice, Glee Club Mabel FI all-Smith New England Conservatory Jocelyn Foulkes Piano Flora Gray Piano . Pupil of Malwine Bree, Vienna Repertoire and Interpretation with Percy Granger . Pupil of Paul Kursteincr, New York, and of Abby Whiteside, New York Anne Kromer . 'Cello Jane O'Reilly Violin William Wallace Graham Violin Dr. W. S. Knox School Physician �I �' �Ardka n e I a nr Henningsen Constance Fern Green Blanche Rozaltha Stabler Mildred Joanne Roberts President �1 i' 6 Tmk Dei.piiic R 3 : 1 Douotjiy-Lane Russell 3 ■■ i i ■r, M U Fanny S. Taylor Evelyn Keyt Madelon Jane Brodje Vicc-Prcsidcnt �The Dei.pnic Helen Curtis Hyde Sara Elizabeth Cannon Jean Wallace Morrison Margaret Law Proctor Secretary-Treasurer 7 �1V •- 1 . ; 8 The Delphic I >' r. | I Elizabeth Bond ij H i I ii Doris Mae Lichty ; L~ Eva-Jane Erwin I Helen Roberta Hall �The Delphic M ELEN LoUISE OWKNS Kat11erin Priscilla James Virginia Inslev 9 �vi p a Ti-ie Delphic 10 sF Class Will L. The Last Will and Testament of the Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty-nine u.? Be it *3 known that: We. the class of 1929. do hereby will and bequeath to all future Seniors: Li : Our ability to keep order in the study hall. To the class of 1930 we bequeath our book reports. Burke outlines. Delphic duties, and any other duty that happens to appear. To the Sophomores we leave onr love. To the Freshmen we leave our noble examples of true dignity. ■Vi I. Betty Bond, leave my switch to Maxine Mieth. : I. Mildred Roberts, leave my love of wearing ribbons on my hair to Blanche Coe ’i i l. Madelon Brodie, leave my study lamp to future A students. y'i 'H i. Virginia Insley, leave my history grades to my sister. i. Margaret Procter, leave my dignity to Susan Sargent. i. Doris Lichty, leave Phoebe Greenmail's green slippers to Phoebe. i. Helen Hyde, leave my ability to finish tests with lightning speed to Marjorie Mautz. i. Ardeane Henningsen, leave my ability to do my hair up to Mary Lueddemann. i. Jean Morrison, leave my horsemanship to Alice Devereaux. i. Eva-Jane Erwin, leave nothing to anybody because I have need of all my possessions. I. Sally Cannon, leave my ability to write themes to Jean Luckel. I, Priscilla James, leave my "beloved brogues" to June Clancy. I, Dorothy Lane Russell, leave my love of talking in study hall to Elouise Gilmore. Helen Hall, leave my grammar ability to Genevieve Woodard. I, Evelyn Keyt, leave my Irish accent to Julia Metcalf. I, Constance Green, leave my Sacred Studies ability to Marion Denton. I, Helen Owens, leave my silly ways to Elizabeth Berger. 1. Fanny Taylor, leave my brown eyes to Mary Yates. Blanche Stabler, leave my slow drawl to Mary Margaret Trotter. ; �Tm>: Delphic Jfci.rt ortCy Porvlhi/lu/tc Hcla n Quick �Ii i s-; : i:4 12 The Delphic Class Prophecy 1. OLD GIRL NOTES < '29 3* = ■-) Ardeane Henningsen has just sailed on the Leviathan for the Olympic games, where she will represent the United States in the high jump. Mildred Roberts is in Salem giving violin lessons to the inmates of the School for the Deaf. Katherin James is acclaimed as Clara How’s successor in Hollywood. spare time she conducts a hospital for white mice. In her Helen Hyde is touring the country with the Fanchon and Marco Stage Revues. She is the chief dancer in the adagio group. Dorothy Lane Russell is in South America reporting the latest revolution there for the Oregonian. Sally Cannon has recently applied for a patent for unbreakable eye-glasses to be used in playing tennis. Eva-Jane Erwin is head nursemaid to the “Child God” of Tibet. Constance Green has a restaurant on wheels. She moves it up to the Hall at lunch period and gives the girls special prices. Betty Bond is an assistant professor of Physics at Cambridge University. Doris Lichty is chief aviatrix of the United States Flying Fleet. Madelon Brodie is conducting a very exclusive night club in New York City. Helen Hall is the head bell-hop at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. Evelyn Keyt is touring on the Chautauqua Circuit as an impersonator of A1 Jolson. .-V i Fannie Taylor has a hot dog stand for itinerant explorers on the peak of Mt. Everest. Margaret Proctor has just published her latest book, the title of which is Crossing the Pacific in a Parachute. Jean Morrison, the noted authoress, has just won a prize for her essay, “Where the Knee Cap is Situated”. Blanche Stabler is Notre Dame’s first woman football coach. Virginia Insley was recently elected president of the society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Caterpillars. Helen Owens has endowed a fund to provide for cakes to be sent each week to the Chi Psi House at Eugene. —Virginia Insley, '29. �The Delphic 13 The Delphic Staff 1928-1929 Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor Calendar Old Girl Notes Music and Entertainment Athletics . Exchanges Jokes . ... Art .... Business . Advertising . . Madelon Broclie Betty Bond Blanche Coe Helen Hyde, Blanche Stabler Virginia Insley, Margaret Proctor Helen Hall. Doris Lichty Sally Cannon, Mildred Roberts . Fanny Taylor . Ardeane Henningsen Jean Morrison Dorothy Lane Russell, Eva-Jane Erwin . Evelyn Keyt, Constance Green, Jean Morrison. Katherin James, Helen Owens �14 The Dei.piiic 3fn jfWemortam jfflatp Eileen jWartin President of the Class of 1928 �i : imtm ��The Delphic 15 School Honours 1928 In the American Chemical Prize Essay Contest, Janice Hedges won First Prize of $20.00 in gold and a Certificate of Merit. Her subject was “Chemistry in Relation to the Paper Industry". Honourable mention was also given to Janet Wentworth for excellence in treating the subject. “The Relation of Chemistry to National Defense’*. In the C. C‘. Heckman Oregon History Prize Contest for 1928. Mildred Roberts received the Third Prize of $40.00 and a beautiful bronze medal. Her essay was on "The Provisional Government of Oregon”. The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best Essay on Patriotism awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters was won by: Grade Kumler. Subject: "Abraham Lincoln as an Inspiration to American Youth.” Winners of Certificates of Merit: Betty Jane Collins. Margaret Ingram. Lois Katherine Jones. Peggy Jones. Saville Riley. The Lincoln Medal offered to a High School student by the Illinois Watch Company for the best essay on the life of Lincoln was won by: Alice Devereaux. Other essays of special merit were written by Maxine Mieth and Grace Nelson. The Alumnae Pin is awarded to the Senior of high scholarship who has most actively contributed to the School Life. This honour went to Mary Aileen Martin. Honourable Mention was given to Janet Wentworth. First and second prizes for best essays on Fire Prevention were given by the Portland Fire Department to Harriet Arenz and Helen Hyde. Honours based on the highest marks received in the Eastern College En­ trance Board Examinations: The prize of a part Scholarship for the Senior Year for the highest average of examination ratings in at least six points was won by Sally Cannon, daugh­ ter of Mr. and Mrs. A. M. Cannon. �The Delphic 16 The Cup for Mathematics, by Blanche Coe. The Cups for Latin, English, and History, by Barbara Clarke. The Cup for French, by Sally Cannon. 'I'lie Holford Cup for Sacred Studies goes this year to Blanche Coe. To lanet Wentworth, who has completed her work with a rank fulfilling the Radcliffe requirements for admission on the Hall’s certificate, has been awarded the Fiftieth Anniversary Scholarship for the Northwest, a Scholar­ ship of S500. In August Emma Wintler Johnson was awarded a Freshman Scholarship of three hundred dollars for special excellence in College Entrance Board Examina­ tions taken on the Comprehensive Plan. TESTIMONIALS The First Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the vear of: 90% in every study 90% in attendance 95% in order and punctuality 99% in conduct Madelon J. Brodie Lela Blanche Coe Elizabeth Z. Hawkins Janice M. Hedges Emma W. Johnson Helen F. Kaufman Kathryn E. Mansfield Marjorie Mautz The Second Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of: 85% in every study 90% in attendance and order 95% in punctuality 98% in conduct Jean E. Adix Betty Lou Hudson Barbara Jane Averill Elizabeth Ann Johnson Elsa J. Boyer V. Elisabeth Kaser Barbara E. Clarke Esther V. Kaser Sally Cannon Jeanne A. Knapp Peggy Cullers Mary Aileen Martin Dorothy B. Enos Maxine Mieth Barbara W. Fiske Janet Wentworth ' �The Dei.i*hic 17 Burns Impressions gathered from reading Carlyle's Essay A Burns was not truly appreciated during his life, he is now considcred one of the important literary geniuses of the eighteenth century. When one knows his life, with all its hardships, it is very easy to understand why his contributions were small in number. The things that inspired poetry in Burns would have been looked upon as commonplace by most of us. But how beautiful he makes these seemingly ordinary things appear! Who but Burns would have thought of writing a poem to a mouse, but, being inspired to do so, he wrote one that has lived and has been loved for over two hundred and fifty years. He had no studio but the fields, where he toiled all day to find that which would move his poetic soul. lthough Burns, at first, was not discontented with his lot, for he knew no other. The life that he portrays in his “The Cotter’s Saturday Night’’ was the life of the people all about him. and after all, it was a happy one. It was not until he went to Edinburgh that other things began to attract him. While there he was warmly welcomed, in fact, honored and loved. This popularity did not turn his head, it did not even fluster him, but into his heart crept little longings that had never been there before. He had caught a glimpse of what others had and for the first time in his life had a feeling of resentment toward his richer brothers. He felt as though he were merely an on-looker; he could not play in this fascinating game. It is true that financially he gained during this period, but he became poorer in true happiness. The fever of worldly ambition with which he was doomed to suffer for long years had, in fact, robbed him of practically all of the contentment that he had formerly possessed. As Carlyle so truly states it—“His was no bank­ ruptcy of the purse but of the soul; to his last day he owed no man anything.” Burns was a truly native poet; in his day' it was unusual for a poet to write very much about his own country; on the contrary, others wrote about far-away lands and extraordinary happenings. The very fact that he did take as his models the commonplace and the close-at-hand was what has endeared him to us. We know that he loved Scotland, for without a true devotion he could not have described her so beautifully. In his songs lies his chief influence. As Carlyle says, “They need not be set to music for they are music in themselves.” The great range of subjects with which he so perfectly deals is worthy of our careful consideration. There are “Mary in Heaven”, “Auld Lang Syne”. “Duncan Gray”. “The Banks O’Doon". “Highland Mary”. “Farewell to Ayr” and many others—all different, all beau­ tiful. If Burns, when he needed it so desperately, could only have had some of the sympathy which we give him now, many of the rough places might have been smoothed. Although the world really did better by Burns than it usually does for its geniuses, much could have been done that was not. Even so, the blame �18 The Delphic for his failure cannot be placed upon the world but upon himself, upon the lack of unity in his purposes, the want of consistency in his aims, and the mingling of the common spirit of the world with his spirit of poetry. We admire Burns, we pity him—the poet who had a soul that was at the same time too big and too delicate for this world of ours. —Dorothy Lane Russell, '29. "Mirage55 A word-picture of Homer Gmini's musical idyl. Mirage from the Desert Suite. 'T'iie overpowering fascination of the desert is in its throbbing music, the rythmic chant of its silence. The stealthy silence, enveloping one in melancholy loneliness, makes even thought difficult, and slowly, persistently lulls the spirit into a state of coma, silencing forever the voice of the desert. Its mystical attrac­ tion leads men far from the path of safety into peace—and death. Upon him who has felt its hand, full of summons, descends the illusion of the romance of the palm gardens, and the poignant beauty of the bubbling spring of the distant oasis. The wayfarer whose eyes are filled with the promise of the beckoning mirage strains toward cool and comfort, unmindful of the barren waste, the arid, feature­ less desolation around him. The waving palms, the little village of the oasis with its white figures moving to and fro spell calm, relief from the disheartening strife with the heat, and momentary escape from the sand—the cruel sand—the sand with a soul. To the weary traveler thus captured by the sand, the ever receding palm trees spread forth welcoming arms, cool and refreshing to his thirsty, heat­ laden senses. Xo road leads to the entrancing little oasis village. Presently, fading into the horizon from whence it came, the mirage leaves in its trail only a beautiful shattered illusion, a lost hope. When the last golden tint has followed the sun out of the tropic sky. the moon rises on a tragic scene—the handiwork of the sand with a soul. The moon, the sand dunes, the musical distances, everything slowly, gently fades away as the last plaintive notes of Mirage leave my fingertips. —Margaret Reeves, ’30. �The Dei.i'iiic 19 The Citadel of Christophe A Fortress not far from Cap Hatian on the Island of Haiti gnats everywhere; eyes, nose, mouth, and even our ears were G sfull of, gnats, them. Everyone was suffering from the same malady. ats It was about seven A. M.; the West Indian sun was well in the sky. looking upon us speculatively We were two miles from Cap Hatian, on our way to sec the citadel built by Christophe in the time of Napoleon to protect the Black Mon­ arch from his enemy, Petion. Most people make the trip in an automobile to Milot, where they procure their horses, but because of the rains we were forced to go on a little gas car with a flat wheel, a very bumpy ride. Wc did not enjoy this part of the trip, as the jungle shaded stagnant pools from which our little gnats and mosquitoes arose in colossal swarms. The gas car was manipulated by two drowsy, dazed Haitians, dazed because they were Haitians, for all Haitians are perpetually dazed. We would speed on smoothy fas smoothly as the flat wheel permitted) for ten or fifteen minutes, and then our hearts would leap to our throats as we would perceive a pig or perhaps a goat lying peacefully on the rails. We always managed to stop in time, shoo the animal off the track, and again take up our trotting gait. Once we approached a sharp turn, and much to our surprise we ran through a flock of chickens. A few minutes later, when we had rounded the turn, the car and its occupants were covered with feathers. In an hour we were on our horses, or mules, or burros, whatever one would choose to call the animals. Soon we neared the town where Christophc's palace. Sans Souci, lay in splen­ did ruins. From the slope the terraces and battlements rose, shaded by royal palm, mango, and banana trees, and overrun by lizards, tarantulas, and centipedes. We rested a minute at Sans Souci, ate bananas, mangoes, and green sweet oranges. Again we mounted our already weary beasts and began our two-and-a-half hour ascent. In many places on the muddy, rocky path we were compelled to dismount and coax, lead and even shove our mounts. Or again, when we came to an open spot, the sun would realize its villainous ambition and burn our arms and faces to a startling shade of crimson. At last! The citadel loomed up ahead, resting majestically on the top of a high, green mountain, the prow pointing toward us and the orange lichen-covered walls glaring in the sun. The last steep climb was tiresome, as. after this first glimpse, we did not see the citadel again until we were almost upon it. When we arrived at the bottom of the fort, our gendarmes tied our horses and carried the lunch to the foremost edge of the prow. We could not stand, nor can anyone stand, and look on the valley below: only by lying full length on the stones could we peek down with­ out becoming dizzy. Here, where we ate our lunch, was the spot on which the �20 The Delphic Black Monarch marched a whole troop of soldiers off the wall for the benefit of a friend who doubted the army’s discipline. Soon we left the prow and started exploring the fortress. One of the most interesting of the hundreds of chambers was the armory, where the old French mortars and cannons lay with their rusty muzzles pointed towards the valley below. Old round cannon balls littered the damp, musty earth, and trees and ferns grew from cracks in the stairs and walls, in the remnants of a glorious fortress, now considered to be one of the nine wonders of the world. We spent an hour and a half roaming about the vaults and chambers and saw the grave of the great Christophe. Today it is covered with goat grass and weeds. As the day was nearing an end. we reluctantly mounted our horses and do­ scended the mountain. We could not help glancing back at the wonderful st ructure. We thought how the slaves toiled day after day. dragging the immense stones and the huge cannons from the seashore to the mountain top, how they worked and saw their comrades brutally killed and replaced by others, because they had stopped for a minute's rest. Every stone of this citadel has cost a life! —Billie Ramsey, ’31. Night At last Night has found me. In it 1 hide my sorrow and tears. No one can sec That my heart is breaking. For God sends Night To hide me from the Day. Who has no modesty. —Betty Butler, '30. i . ! �The Delphic 21 A Desert Witch T ost—lost on the desert with the sun gone down and a thunder storm ap' proaching. It wasn’t a pleasant situation, especially when we recalled all the stories told us about the merciless fury of an unleashed Eastern Oregon thunder storm. It broke about us like a suddenly released demon. The skies be­ came a howling, raging fiend. We ducked our heads and waited for one of those great jagged streaks of lightning to strike us. Our horses pranced and snorted and did all in their power to make the situation worse. And then straight ahead of us appeared a tiny gleam of light. We spurred our horses on and reached a pitiful derelict of a house, so battered and old that it looked as if the next gust of wind might demolish it. Nevertheless it spelled shelter, so we tied our horses and knocked. Silence—for a minute—then the sound of shuffling feet and the door opened just enough to disclose two haggard eyes peering out at us. When these eyes discovered that the intruders were only two dripping girls, instead of a ghost of the storm, we were admitted. Admitted into what? A cosy room and a cheerful fire? No. A witch’s dungeon. A dirty, vile-smelling hole. We turned to go out, preferring the battle with the elements to that pent-up hovel. But the witch had no intention of letting her victims escape so easily. She stood with her back to the door—weird and horrifying beyond belief. Her hair hung in wisps about her narrow, yellowed face. Her mouth, a straight streak except, perhaps, for a slightly downward curve. She grinned grotesquely, ex­ posing two tobacco-stained teeth, and asked in broken English what we wanted. We said that we were seeking refuge from the storm but that it had lessened now and we would go. In reply she sat down in front of the door, barring our way, and motioning for us to sit on a dirty cot, she leisurely filled her pipe. To say that we were frightened is putting it mildly. We were simply petrified with terror. Who was she? Why was she living alone in the middle of the desert? What did she intend to do with us? We could merely look at each other in mute appeal—and watch—and wait. Then she began to talk—in a low ghost-like monotone. She told us that she was born in Spain of a race of people that never died. Where there were blue skies and sunshine every day. Where there was no sickness, no sorrow, no sad­ ness. Everyone was equal. No one exceeded anyone else in wealth, birth or beauty. Everyone was wealthy, everyone was beautiful, and everyone was happy. ‘‘But," she said, “l heard of America, which was even more beautiful than my Spain. So I came with Chapo. my husband, and now look" (with an eloquent gesture of hopelessness), “Chapo died of the disappointment. But I live on—and on—and on. Hated! Despised! Outcast! People are afraid of me. Even my cat ran away. I’m alone—alone—with only my pipe to keep me from going mad. I never see a human being—just those blank, barren hills and the drab sage­ brush. 1 may be only ‘old lady Chapo.’ hut I have a heart as big as this whole �22 The Delphic universe. I want companionship, and now you are here and you will keep me company. 1 won't let you go. 1 won’t he alone any longer—I won't.” She was standing now. gesticulating wildly, with the tears streaming down her face. We simply stared, fascinated. It was all so unreal. That dirty, musty room, the wind howling outside, and that terrible old woman standing over us. A minute more she stood thus, a wild, frenzied look in her eyes, and then sank weeping to the floor, exhausted by the release of all her pent-up emotions, She lay there, a crumpled heap of humanity. Nothing terrifying about her now—only an old woman with a demented mind—beaten by life. We crept out softly, mounted our horses, and rode away. And somehow—the memory of that crazed old Spanish woman, living alone without even a cat for company, has never left me. —Doris Bailey, '30. A Mere Play Suggested by the Study of Hamlet #”pHE king was feeling extremely fit. His courtiers seemed more attentive than usual, his jester more jolly and above all Hamlet had at last given a sign that it was the love of Ophelia which was driving him mad. What a great burden re­ moved from his mind! If Hamlet so much as suspected * * *. but no! he would not think of that; he was going to enjoy this play to which his stepson had in­ vited him. Claudius, settling himself more comfortably in his scat, fell into a heated dis­ cussion with Polonius. The old man was getting ancient, almost senile. He had rather outgrown his usefulness. The king and his statesman were still talking when the mute action of the play began. In fact by the time they had settled most of the affairs of state, the dumb show was entirely over, and a hush had fallen upon the audience preparatory to the prologue. That was clear and concise any­ way. Perhaps these players had not been so overrated after all. How long they took to enact that love scene! The queen's professed faith­ fulness to her husband grew a little tedious. It did seem a bit indiscreet or at least undiplomatic to put that in about her possible second marriage, when * * *, but, no; why would his mind wander to that subject, so distasteful to him? He must school himself not to be disturbed by such common incidents. Hrn! asleep in his orchard! Poison? What? How dared they? He blanched, jumped to his feet, scarcely conscious of the action! Lights! Lights! —Madelon Brodie, ’29. : �The Delphic 23 The Fall of a Nose are queer pieces of the human face, aren’t they? They are not especially N beautiful unless they resemble Greta Garbo’s or John Gilbert s, and if by any oses chance you are lucky enough to have one of that type 1 should advise you to “join the movies and see Hollywood.” My nose, up to the time of its tragedy, always seemed rather small and insignificant. It looked rather as if it had been stunted in its growth. Maybe 1 was dropped when a child. One week-end my family decided to take the darling child, meaning me. in case you don’t understand, to a mountain resort to enjoy all the beauties of the winter’s snowfall. Of course 1 was much delighted over the prospect of romping and frisking in the snow. We ate our dinner at a quiet little inn nestled among huge snow banks. After having partaken of loads of enticing victuals, we put on the warmest clothes we had with us and decided to go out on the toboggan slide. The management has a cable to pull one up the hill to the top of the slide. It was great fun being drawn up this immense hill. We sat comfortably on the toboggan and enjoyed all the beauties of the snow-clad scenery. After resting at the top for a few minutes to gain courage for the perilous descent, we told the man who was up there to push us off. that we were ready to start. He said that we should lie face down on the toboggan, as the slide was so steep and we would go so fast that it would prove dangerous if we sat up. When he had all settled ourselves firmly, as we thought, the man gave us a push, and we were off. 1 never have experienced anything quite like it before. We went so fast that we couldn't see where we were going, but as for feeling, we had plenty of that. We kept going over little bumps in the track which caused us to be lifted up into mid-air. so that we didn’t know whether we would land back on the toboggan or off in the snow somewhere. As we were going over one of these gentle mounds, we were bumped completely up off of the sled, and I came down on my nose! The rest of my story is very sad. My nose swelled up so much that anyone might have mistaken it for an overgrown cabbage. I now have to stay in seclusion until it resumes its normal shape. My afternoons are spent in gazing out of the window in an effort to find someone’s nose which looks half as peculiar as mine. My evenings are spent in constant prayer for those unfortunates, who even now may be cracking their skulls on that terrible demon called the “toboggan.” —Mildred Roberts. ’29. �M k. S' 3 tei 24 The Delphic V : i Dog Individuality r Tt is interesting as well as entertaining to observe the traits of various dogs. There are bold dogs, timid dogs, fierce dogs, gentle dogs, affectionate dogs. non-committal dogs. In fact, almost every human characteristic may be noticed in the canine. Consider the great dane. Who would not expect of him a dignified deport­ ment? And how he lives up to his appearance! He is particular with whom he becomes friendly, and with those unfortunates whom he dislikes, lie maintains a coolly polite aloofness of manner. To go to the opposite extreme, there is the collie pup. His small body seems to contain nothing for mankind at large but effervescent affection, lie shows it from his smiling face—who says a dog can’t smile?—to the tip of his over­ worked tail. Most bull-dogs I have seen either know no fear or show a great lack of in­ telligence. They will, however, attack any member of their species, big or little, and fight him to the bitter end. An incentive is not at all necessary, file stupid animals just seem to feel that their business, which is fighting, must he looked after. The stolid and trustworthy dachshund, with his self-complacent rotundity, ought not to be overlooked. He is the sympathetic friend always. He never appears to be hurried, but just to be hurrying. Fighting does not appeal to him ; he trots his way through life unperturbed and contented. Of course, these are only my own observations. Others may have known playful great danes, dignified collie pups, bull dogs terrified, or excitable dachs­ hunds; but those are only more examples of individuality in dogs. —Marjorie Mautz, ’30. 3 > *1 * * * Complex Simplicity nr*HERE are a few simple household tasks which entail great ceremony for the entire family. The strange thing about them is that their performance all seems to fall on father. They are such duties as putting up some hooks in a cup­ board, placing a curtain rod, fixing a doormat, or hanging a picture. When father undertakes the placing of a few hooks on the underside of a cupboard shelf, he begins with a serene masterfulness that would inspire anyone with confidence. Soon, however, we discover the complicated nature of this task. It becomes evident that the door will insist upon swinging shut so that father can’t work freely, and he must enlist mother’s help to hold the door. But, alas, how can he screw' in a hook and, at the same time, hold the remaining ones in his 1 ■ j �The Delphic 25 IIIMIIIIMIIIlIHlIllllllllllf hand? Since he is standing upon a chair, he surely can’t stoop to the table each time he wants another one. Xo, Johnny must hold one ready at a second’s notice. Xo sooner has father once again become absorbed in the mechanism of a screw than he perceives that he is in his own light. To me generally falls the lot of finding and holding a flashlight. The ensemble now being complete, action once more goes forward. Invariably, I hold the light too high or too low and provoke the eloquent exasperation of my parent. After the storm has subsided, father procedes, but with various untimely halts. At length, the screws in place, father draws a long breath and begins to descend to the floor. As a grand finale he usually missteps and lands heavily, sometimes on his feet, sometimes not. By the time the foregoing performance is completed, the family is exhausted and not a little irritable, but l fear that the deplorable situation is without a remedy. Surely father can’t make the door stand still. He can’t see in the dark. And most certainly he doesn’t trip and fall on purpose. Xo, father is not to blame; yet the seemingly simple tasks are so involved. Can't anyone offer a suggestion ? —Jean Cram. ’30. Lexicon in the Home ■\ fv earliest remembrance of using a dictionary was when I was very small. -i-Vl Every Sunday I would go to Grandmother’s for dinner, and as there was no high chair, a dictionary was put on a chair so that I could reach the table. Also, in the afternoon, when the rest of the family were visiting with each other, the pictures in the same dictionary were used to keep me quiet. Later it served as an excellent wardrobe trunk for Lady Valentine dc Mere and the other three hundred and ninety-nine of the paper doll four hundred. Often when l wished to add another paper doll to my collections. 1 would have a difficult time finding the valuable book. But then I would usually discover it in the bottom of my sister’s drawer, pressing a corsage, or maybe I would find it holding open a window. In later years, when I was writing an essay, I found it very useful as a weight to keep my papers from blowing away. And when I did not wish to be teased by my younger sister, it was an effective weapon of defense. As a passing thought I might add that I understand the dictionary has been used by people to look up the meaning and spelling of various words. But this was mainly during the crossword puzzle craze, which is not now so popular. —Peggy Cullers, ’31. �26 The Delphic Shop Talk Cay. ’mom, ya know when I first got that swell job at th’ Emporium, nothin' ^ seemed to happen, and I ’most wisht 1 was back at Levinski’s but then sonicpin* awful sad happened yestiday, and I feel bad ’bout it. It was like this. The Emporium ain't but a little store, ya know, an’ old Abe Bercowski is tight, so now I have the whole dry goods department to myself, exceptin' on Satidays. 1 kept a noticin's a certain woman coinin’ in pretty often. I guess 1 noticed her because she was sorta small and slight, an’ sweet-faced and looked like she was meant for better things. She kept buying crepe de chin an’ ribbons an’ laces. We kincla became friends an’ from, things she’d say I learned most of her story She come from a swell family an' was the only kid. When her folks died, there wasn’t any money an’ so she came here and works for a costumer up on th’ Avenue. She’s a-goin’ to be merried soon, an’ she’s so happy about makin’ her weddin* junk. Her Michael, lie's an aviator. She says sometimes she gets afraid that maybe he’ll be killed, but he jus’ puts his arm around her and says, ‘I guess it’s as safe as anything, and everybody’s turn comes sometime.’ Well, one day she comes in all bird-like an' happy, and told me th’ weddin’ is a-goin’ t’ be in a month, an’ that she wants the material for it now. bile doesn't know how much she needs, so she says she’d take a whole bolt as she wants it t’ be real swell. She got a whole bolt of the best. But yestiday, she came back again, bringin* the bolt. Gee :: : but this is hard to tell, mom. She was white an’ her eyes * * they were almost crazy. She asked if I could change her bolt for one of black * * * Michael’s turn had come.” —Eva Jane Erwin. ’29. * Evening It is evening. Why do I think Of Love, Of Life, Of death, At evening? —Betty Butler, ’30. i ■ i �The Delphic 27 Mary Jane "A/Tary Jane Andrews was quite like the little girl who had a little curl — -I-vl but Mrs. Andrews dreaded the times when she was very, very good much more than the times when she was horrid. Because, when Mary Jane was bad, she was consistently had and had to be watched continuously; but when she was good, the matter was different. There was no telling when she might change her mind and be very bad again. Besides, if Mrs. Andrews was ever so im­ prudent as to trust her fledging to behave herself. Mary Jane, seizing upon that opportunity which knocked so seldom, invariably performed the worst possible deed her infant mind could conceive. Mrs. Andrews lived a hard life. On the day that Mrs. Clark came visiting at the Andrews’, Mary Jane had deported herself most perversely all the morning. Since, according to all pre­ cedent. her conduct should have become excellent by afternoon, her mother felt reasonably safe in allowing her to be seen by Mrs. Clark. So, when the caller arrived, there, arrayed in her Sunday best, stood Mary Jane. W hen she had gone through the usual process of being patted on the head and told how big she had grown, her next move should have been withdrawal. In­ stead. her face beaming self-complacency, Mary Jane settled herself in a corner with her doll. Once there, she serenely ignored her mother’s signals to retire. Mary Jane had a system of playing with her doll bewildering to the un­ initiated. To this doll she was at once mother, father, sister, brother, and all more distant relatives. Each of these kinsmen was strangly addicted to the chas­ tisement of the poor doll. Moreover, they especially enjoyed feeding her cod liver oil, and they delighted in giving her innumerable baths. When she was per­ mitted an outing, one of them wrapped her in countless sweaters and blankets and coats. Fortunately, the doll’s patience was infinite. The conversation at the other end of the room concerned itself chiefly with discussion and examples of beautiful babies who grew into ugly women and ugly babies who grew into beautiful women. Mary Jane, apparently unconscious of everything but her own immediate pastime, sat wonderfully quiet in her corner. Mrs. Clark finally prepared for departure. After having bidden Mrs. Andrews a fond farewell for the third time, she suddenly remembered "that dear child" and rushed in to say good-bye to her. Mary Jane did not raise her head until Mrs. Clark was directly in front of her. Then, looking up, she remarked sweetly. ‘‘You must have been a very pretty baby.” —Marjorie Mautz. ’30. �28 Tin-: Delpiiic A Trapper’s Tale A years ago, 1 was up on the Deschutes River on a fishing trip with my father, a government trapper, and his assistants. Having just finished our dinner, we were sitting around the fire and resting after the exciting day of fish­ ing. The woods were totally silent with the exception of an owl's hooting or a night-hawk’s crying, and the smoke from the camp fire was—for a wonder— blowing straight up in the air. not in my eyes. The rushing of the river a few yards off made the situation not unlike a dream. In the midst of all this calmness a horse’s hoof-beats were heard coming towards our camp. Before many minutes had passed an old trapper and his beautiful dog came into sight and were hos­ pitably welcomed by the government men who were with us. The visitor proved to be the Mr. Fulkerson, who was praised in the newspaper for the number of bob cats and cougars he has caught. He sat down in front of the fire and presently began to tell stories. The best one he told was something like this: “Wal, a little while ago, about forty years, or around there. I reckon. 1 was over around Salt Lake huntin’ wolves. For about a week we didn’t see a single print of one, but finally we saw- the print of the pack running north, so we trailed them down and accomplished what we'd come fer. But while we were following them around the north end of the lake, 1 shot a deer on the edge of a high bank, and it fell into the water. We were a long way from our main camp where our boat was, so I didn’t get it for over a week. I rowed up one day. after we had got back to where the boat was. as the distance is much shorter and easier by water, and found that it had been washed up on the bank not far from where 1 shot it. I went over to it and discovered that the week or so it had been in the Great Salt Lake had been too much for it, and it was all pickled. Yep. it was really pickled, and we lived on that deer the rest of our trip.’’ —Sally Reed, '30. few The One and Only Qiie had beautiful brown eyes, which shone like stars. Her soft curls were a ^ joy to look at, while her rather short nose gave her a very piquant look. And her small mouth was just in proportion with the rest of her face. She had a quick, graceful walk, which made people turn and look after her with admiration. In fact, she was perfect. She never failed to anticipate my wants, whether it was a walk in the country, a dash to the country club for eighteen holes of golf, or just a quiet evening in front of the fire. She was always by my side. She never would fail me. If she ever died, what would 1 do? For 1 know there isn’t another dog like her anywhere. —Jean Morrison, ’29. i �The Delphic 29 IMIIIIMM For One Who Weeps Don’t cry. Your sorrow can’t last long. Tomorrow you will wonder At your own sadness, And laugh when you find You are no longer sad. —Betty Butler, '30. * If I Were You Tf 1 were the mother of the small boy who sometimes plays in front of my house—or of any other small boy of his same general appearance—I should carefully put his ears under his sailor hat. I should keep him at least partially clean, and T should decidedly not give him so many noisy toys upon which to vent his youthful energies. If I were president, the world would be a much pleasanter place to live in. J should make all kinds of laws that presidents ought to have made long ago, including laws against carrying umbrellas, blonde males growing mustaches, hideous, though amiable bull dogs, promiscuous disposal of chewing-gum. and turnips. If I were a movie star, J should not advocate the use of any vanishing cream or yeast cakes. I should not write my stirringly tragic life story for anyone. I should do my level best to retain all my belongings, allowing no enterprising thief to gain possession of any of them, in order thereby to gain for myself front page publicity. If I were a professional photographer, the pictures 1 turned out would be genuine likenesses of their subjects. X'o matter how badly I desired a customer's continued patronage, 1 should not endeavor to obtain it by flattering his ego. If I were almost anyone else, in fact, I should be a model of perfection. But the way things are, l must submit to advice from others who think that they could live my life much better than I do. —Marjorie Mautz, ?30. �The Delphic 30 The Territory of Oregon of the conclusion of the treaty settling the Oregon boundary reached Oregon on the 3rd of December, 1846. The people assumed that Congress, N at the session then commencing, would establish a territorial government for EWS Oregon. This was the desire of President Polk, also, and indeed a bill for that purpose passed the House of Representatives, but it failed to make headway in the Senate. The reason was not far to seek. In drawing up the Constitution of their pro­ visional government the pioneers inserted the famous clause from the Ordinance of 1787. declaring that “neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime’*, should ever be permitted in the territory. 'I ll's was made a part of the Oregon bill presented by Stephen A. Douglas of Illinois, and very naturally it called out the opposition of the strong pro-slavery leaders like Calhoun So the congressional session of 1846-1847 closed with no provision for Oregon. The President felt a deep interest in this far western settlement, and caused Sec­ retary of State Buchanan to write a letter to the Oregon people encouraging them to expect favorable action at the next session of Congress (1847-1848). which was already at hand when the letter reached the Pacific. Buchanan made no clear statement of the reason for the failure of the Douglas bill. At about the same time, however, a letter was received in Oregon from Senator Thomas H. Benton, who threw the blame upon Calhoun, but declared that Oregon would not be out­ lawed for not admitting slavery. It was something to know that the leaders at the national capital still remem­ bered them, yet the pioneers had been patient for a long time, waiting for the government to give them some sort of recognition. Now that the quarrel with Great Britain was closed, it was hard for them to understand whv action should be delayed any longer. President Polk recommended to the next Congress that an Oregon bill be passed, but the opposition was at work once more, and might have been very successful had not the news cf the Whitman massacre been carried across the mountains during the winter. This startling news roused public feeling in favor of Oregon, and practically forced Congress to act. The news of the massacre was flashed all over the land when Joe Meek arrived in St. Louis from the Oregon country. Meek went to Washington and laid his dispatches concerning the western country's troubles before President Polk. They were at once sent to Congress, together with a message calling on that body to act. and act quickly, in order that troops might be sent to the defense of Oregon before the end of the summer. So much general interest was felt in the subject of the Ore7011 bill that the measure was finally passed. President Polk signed the bill and appointed General Joseph Lane of Indiana governor of the Territory of Oregon. Joe Meek was given the office of United States Marshal in the new government. General Lane and Joe Meek proceeded, with a number of others, to California. At San Francisco the two officers took ship for the Columbia River, arriving in 1; I �Tin-: Delphic 31 Oregon City, the capital of the territory, in 1849. General Lane assumed the duties of his office as governor the next day. On entering upon his duties of office General Lane had a census taken of the territory, which showed a population of 8,785 Americans and 298 foreigners. In 1850. General Lane resigned the governorship of Oregon under the wrong im­ pression that the new President, Zachary Taylor, had appointed a successor. He became a candidate for Congress and was elected. He was again appointed Gov­ ernor. but again resigned and became a candidate for Congress. He was elected, and re-elected to that position, until Oregon became a state in 1859. Upon the establishment of this territorial form of government in 1849, a new seal was adopted, known as the Seal of the Territory of Oregon. A ship demon­ strative of commerce was placed in the center of the seal, and above the ship was a beaver, denoting fur trade, while below was a plow denoting agriculture. At the left of the ship stood an Indian with bow and arrow, and at his right was an eagle. From the Indian’s shoulder to the beak of the eagle was an unfurled banner bearing Oregon’s territorial motto: “Alis Yolat Propriis”. The legend of the territorial seal was “Seal of the Territory of Oregon’’. Instead of a date, five stars are at the bottom of the territorial seal. When gold was discovered in California, much of it came to Oregon. Because gold dust was so plentiful and somewhat difficult to handle, merchants allowed only ten dollars to eleven dollars an ounce for it, although it was really worth about eighteen dollars an ounce. Immediately an Oregon Exchange Company was organized, and gold pieces having the value of five dollars to ten dollars were coined. 'Phis money was called “beaver money”, for the reason that a beaver was stamped on each coin. Containing eight percent more gold than coins from the United States mint, beaver money disappeared from circulation as soon as United States currency became plentiful. In 1849, United States troops, the Rifle Regiment, established a military post at The Dalles. A barracks was built there and the place called Fort Dalles. A new act in the territorial government was entitled "An act to provide for the selection of places for the location and erection of the public buildings.” This act contained ten sections. It purported to locate and establish a seat of government at Salem, locate a penitentiary at Portland, and a university at Marysville. This last act was called the Omnibus Bill and Governor Gaines denounced it as void, as it contained several unrelated bills. The attorney-general of the United States rendered the opinion that the only lawful seat of the Oregon Court was Oregon City. Congress adopted a joint res­ olution May 4. 1852, which settled the argument and placed the government at Salem. in 1848, when gold was discovered in California, the destiny of Oregon was influenced greatly and the people's viewpoint changed. The people began raising foodstuffs to supply the gold hunters and miners. Agriculture and industry were begun on a larger basis. �32 The Delphic There was not much immigration to the Oregon Territory in the first year of territorial existence, but during the next year it was increased somewhat, clue to prospecting in Oregon and also due to a new law. This law gave every male set­ tler, over eighteen years of age, three hundred and twenty acres of land, and, if he were married, his wife was also given three hundred and twenty acres in her own right. This land law not only encouraged settlement hut also was the cause of many marriages throughout the territory. In 1849 the first territorial legislature was held. It changed the name of Vancouver County to Clark. The legislature of 1851 proceeded to create new counties, ft also passed acts for the incorporation of Portland and Oregon City and for the construction of plank roads in various places. From 1850 on there were many Indian wars. Probably the worst of these wars was the Rogue River War, which began in 1851 and lasted, with some intermis­ sions, until 1865, when, the Indians being removed to reservations, the settlers were at last secure in the possession of their homes. Several years prior to the close of the Indian wars the question of statehood for Oregon began to be seriously discussed, and in 1865 a bill for admitting the territory into the Union was introduced in Congress by Ueneral Lane. Though this failed, another bill passed the House at the next session, authorizing the peo­ ple to frame a state constitution. It did not pass the Senate, but the legislature of Oregon Territory had already provided for submitting the question of holding a convention to the voters at the June (1857) election. It was carried by a large majority, delegates were chosen from the several counties, and on the third Mon­ day in August the convention met in the town of Salem. September 18 a state constitution was adopted, which being submitted to the people was ratified by a vote of 7.195 to 3,195. The state government went into operation in July. 1858. although Oregon was not formally admitted to the Union until the 14th of Lebruary. 1859. —Mary Lueddemaxx. *30. IS m fi -? m This essay teas awarded second prize in the Oregon Historical Society Prize Essay Competition. ! = �The Delphic 33 The Origin of the Constitution "E1 very government is the result of long evolution. Theoretical and practical politics are twin issues, growing up side by side, one advancing the other, until the most perfect form is reached. Many kinds of governments go to make the nations of the world, and it would be an interesting study to become familiar with all of them, but we are fundamentally interested in our government and the constitution of that government. Ours is fundamentally a representative system, a responsible, representative government. Necessity has made it so. Time has shown the impracticability of a pure democracy. The people are sovereign, but in their sovereignty they must delegate their powers to some few men. Collective democracy has a beautiful sound, but often it is neither practical nor desirable. Our ancestors were com­ pelled to choose between representative government and democracy, if they were to have a government by the people, so the choice was representative. It is my purpose to trace in outline the evolution of our system in the light of its historic past, in the belief that the charts of our ancestors and the beacons that they established on dangerous rock and shoals, will enable us to navigate in greater safety the same old tempestuous seas. The Constitution is the result of centuries of mighty political gestation. Behind the Constitution there stood the Thirteen Articles of Confederation; behind these the constitutions of the original thirteen states; behind these the charters of the English Trading Companies; behind these the charters of English cities, towns and boroughs; and, as the basis for all of these, the primitive consti­ tutions of Alfred the Great. These, taken in reverse order, constitute a great historical drama. We could hark back to the old Teutonic institutions, but it is sufficient for the purpose of this discussion to begin with the real Anglo-Saxon systems. We see that the trading companies, the guilds, the shires, and the counties were governed by the representative system. A large part of the American colonists were town bred. They and their sires had for centuries been accustomed to the machinery of local officers, popularly chosen under municipal charters. In short, the prin­ ciple of representation, like a golden thread in the web of a garment, is every­ where discernible. No one can read the municipal charters or the trading and guild charters without being impressed with their similarity to the important political documents of our own nation. The point that is here significant is the background of representative government that has been carrie.d out of the middle ages by the English people. Beneath all the institutions, the political systems, the material advancements of the colonial times, there was an uplifting force in the hearts and souls of men, —a force born of the Liberty of Conscience and Thought, born of the Invention of Printing, of the Open Bible, and of the Era of Reformation. There was a loosen­ ing of the spirit and a destruction of the bonds and fetters of medieval times. �! 34 The Delphic This is the spirit behind the Magna Charts, behind the Bill of Rights and behind those other political documents that were the forerunners of our own glorious freedom. There was a very definite connection between the charters of the Trading Companies, which we have already mentioned, and the charters of the Colonial States. Of the original colonies only three were chartered, seven were royal. and three were proprietary, But the whole Colonial historv is that of a contest between the governors and the people of the unchartered provinces. Even in the late seventeenth century there was being carried on a struggle for more liberty and more representation. So we see that no matter what special form of grant this particular colony held, they had of necessity developed some form of repre­ sentative government. The drama of increasing political rights is carried forward by the English Rev­ olution. In the Petition of Rights in 1628 and the Bill of Rights in 1689, we have the text of the first ten amendments to the Constitution of the United States. This period was one of glorious example to the colonists. They beheld the events taking place in the mother country and were spurred on to a greater desire for freedom for themselves. The tongue of Patrick Henry was touched with divine fire; the pen of Thomas Paine poured eloquence to extinguish the flames of tyranny. This was the period of criticism and urge for a better, freer government. The Declaration of Independence, like a sharp knife, cut the tie that bound the colonies to the throne. Then came the period of constructive statesmanship. Each state was a separate entity, but each was engaged in common, defensive warfare. Immediately a committee was appointed to draft the Articles of Con­ federation and Perpetual Union. The draftsmen, principally Franklin and Dick­ inson, were not unskilled in statecraft and governmental science, but the only known method for uniting sovereign states was by a league or treaty. There were several historical precedents for a league of the Colonies: the New England Confederacy against the Dutch and Indians in 1643, the Albany Convention in 1754, and the Stamp Act Congress in 1774 all being noteworthy. The Articles of Confederation were not ratified for four years, so we see that through all the dark days of the Revolution the country was without effective government. Even when the articles were ratified, they proved unsound. A conference was held at Mt. Vernon, followed by the Annapolis Convention, and then in May. 1787, the Federal Convention met. By September the Constitution of the United States was framed. The chief problem was the delegation of powers. State sovereignty was a hurdle that seemed insurmountable, for the dread of a king was in the hearts of all men. But all knew the ineffectiveness of a system of plural executives. They knew the value of checks and balances, and they knew the necessity of separating the three branches of government: legislative, executive and judicial. The dread of a king gave way to the greater dread of anarchy, and the great Constitution of the United States was given to the world in its present form. It was not the �: The Delphic 35 product of one man’s wisdom. Not Washington with his sagacity, not Madison with his learning, not Dickinson with his skill in drafting state papers, not Frank­ lin with his practical wisdom could have completed the task alone. It was com­ pleted only as a result of the collected experience of the whole body, many of whose members were political geniuses. Perhaps at no time in the history of the world has such a body of distinguished statesmen worked upon any such problem as that which confronted these men. Mow gloriously they met the situation! They completed a task that was begun more than sixteen centuries before. Developing through the years, the sacred flame of liberty may be seen smouldering, until finally it bursts forth into the mighty conflagration of the Revolution, cleansing by fire the taints of tyranny and oppression. My countrymen: We are what we are because our fathers were what they were. We can no more change our political parentage than we can change the physical structure of this continent. We forge chains for no man, but we will allow no man to bind us. We dictate no creeds, but we defend our own altars. We are Americans. Our form of government is American, and, by the help of the God of our Fathers, American it shall remain! —Tulia Metcalf, ’30. In the Oratorical Contest sponsored by the Oregonian, this oration took first price in the school and district trials. jM, ill ; �36 The Delphic To Italy O Italy! Thou land Of bards and poets, far renowned— Whose graves are often visited, Whose brows are olive-crowned ! Who can forget, O Italy, Thy plains so broad and low, Thy mountains, and thy hill-sides Where the gray-leafed olives grow? Who loveth not, O Italy, Thy sweet and balmy air; Thy lakes and skies so blue and bright; Thy vine-clad hill-sides fair? Thy chestnut-woods, wherein the flowers Of early spring we found— The Christmas-rose and primrose ’Mid the brown leaves on the ground. O Italy! our writers And great poets have loved thee,— “Open my heart and thou shalt find, ’Graved therein—Italy!” —Helen Drill, Upper II. El Camino Real The King’s Highway Qometime in the early nineteenth century, during the time of the quiet Fran^ ciscan Padres and the flourishing rule of the Spanish Dons, a road was built leading from Mexico City across the Rio Grande. The highway, El Camino Real, leads through the desert, passing one by one the twenty-one missions built by the Padres and also the large haciendas and ranchos of the Dons. Finally it passes through Los Angeles and ends on Market and Third Streets in San Francisco, covering, in all, a little over seven hundred miles. Early in 1769 Father Serra �The Delphic 37 started the first mission. From the one. twenty more were built, along- this high­ way. Many of these, works of beauty, have been restored and are still used, in spite of being one hundred and sixty years old. El Camino Real is fast becoming a modern highway, but the guide posts that point the way are still the quaint mission bells that Father Serra. with the help of his Padres, put there, and they still tell how many miles to the next mission. These bells are not merely used as guide posts but as land marks and testimonials to the work of the Franciscan Padres, who were the pioneers that settled Cali­ fornia. in 1769, with Father Serra as their leader. —Suzanne Marden, Upper I. Wander Song Oh, how I long for foreign parts! Oh, how I long for billowing seas! With the green that changes to sapphire blue, And the whitecaps tossed by a stiff sea breeze. Oh, where can I match the joy that comes From listening to the sea-gull's cry. And filling my soul with wondrous thoughts. As I watch the boundless sea and sky! Oh, England’s a jewel, small and rare. And America’s great and free, And Switzerland fills my soul with joy, But give the world to me— And let me wander where’er I would, With time and a little gold, And I would listen and watch and grow. And travel, till I was old. And I would come back o’er land and sea, And half way round the earth. For, though I could travel on with joy, I would die in the land of my birth. —Helen Drill, Upper II. �m,, i 38 The Delphic The Destruction of Pompeii In the ancient city of Pompeii, There lived a couple old and gray, The man was a fisherman, so they say, That fished by the sea, the live-long day. One day when the city in quiet lay. A rumble and growl broke the still day, The fire and lava from the mountain was spit For the god of the mountain was having a fit. The rich threw their wealth and jewels within, With the hope that the god would forgive their sin ; But he would accept no sacrifice And kept destroying by his own device. The fisherman was trembling and shaking with fear, Begging for mercy, so frantic and queer. Still, god Vulcan would not cease his roaring, Down the sides of the mountain the lava kept pouring. The fisherman’s wife had no jewels to take, With the greatest of haste a fried egg she must make. A long time later, so they say, She was found frying an egg in ancient Pompeii. —Edytiie Koiilhase, Upper II. I �{ ; I ] 1 1 f \ I ; �1; �The Basket Ball Team FIRST TEAM Center Side-Center Forwards. . Guards.... ................................................Betty Butler ............................................Dorothy Insley Grace Nelson, Sally Reed. Nancy Nevins ....................Jane Grahame, Sally Cannon SECOND TEAM Center Side-Center Forwards. . ...................................................... Barbara Jenning ......................Betty Lou Hudson, Daria Sangster Mary Beckwith, Virginia Insley, Mildred Roberts YELL LEADERS Genevieve Woodard Jane Dutton �I;:1.'. I 40 The Delphic Basketball Much enthusiasm was shown for Basketball this year. There were a great many excellent players. After three months’ practice, during which time many players showed marked ability, the teams were selected. Grace Nelson, the team’s star forward, was elected Captain. The success of our yells this year was due to Genevieve Woodard and Jane Dutton, who were elected by the Student Body. * * * First Game of the Season The first game was with the Academy of the Holy Child on February 19. The game was very exciting, especially the first half. The other team started out by making basket after basket. During the third quarter, however, our girls rallied, and at the close of the game the score was 21-31 in our favor. After the game the Academy served refreshments to the teams at a table decorated in our colors. * First Game With Reed College On February 29 we played Reed College on our own floor. If there are people who become excited over football stories when they have “one minute to play.” they certainly would have grown excited over our game. It was one of the hardest games we have ever played because the teams were so evenly matched. In the last minute of the fourth quarter Reed was two points ahead of us. Just as the time was almost up one of our forwards made a basket bringing the score up to 24-24. Grace Nelson and Sally Reed played a wonderful game. Return Game With Holy Child Academy The second game with Holy Child Academy was played February 26. It was not so spectacular as the Reed game, but it did not lack for interest. The score was 9-55 in our favor. In our “new dining room” after the game we served sandwiches and punch to our opposing team. i �.......... ................. The Delphic 41 Return Game With Reed College We played the last game of the season on March 9. We were by no means confident that we would win, as our last game with them was so close, but at least we knew now what to expect. The game was almost as thrilling as the one be tore. In the second half our girls had almost perfect team work, We won with a score of 26-36. A great deal of our success this year was due to the splendid way in which the Student Body turned out for the games. We owe much of this to our popular yell leaders. Class Games There was more rivalry this year in class games than ever before. The Juniors and Seniors had to play off a tie three times in order to see who would play the Sophomores. Finally they had to draw, and the Seniors came out the lucky ones. In the Sophomore-Senior game, the Seniors won. Tennis The tennis cups were contended for with much enthusiasm last spring. In the Beginners’ division Betty Holman won the cup. The Junior tournament had thirty-two entries. Jane Grahame came out the victor after many exciting matches. In the Senior division, Elizabeth Hawkins and Sally Cannon reached the finals by defeating Sally Reed and Josephine Smith, respectively. Sally finally won with a score of 6-4, 4-6, 7-5. In the doubles. Bets Hawkins and Sally Cannon de­ feated Sally Reed and Jane Dutton. For the Boarders-Day doubles the above victors defeated Mid Roberts and Jo Smith. The prospects for tennis this spring look very encouraging. There are many who have signed up, and the tournament has already begun. Finals are scheduled for May 10, if “Old Man Weather" keeps on our side. Baseball Baseball has always been a popular sport with us, and this year we intend to play Reed College. Mrs. Knapp has not yet selected the team, but many girls are trying out, and there is a great deal of material for her to choose from. We also hope to have some class games in baseball. �s \ 42 Ti-ie Delphic Fencing A new branch of athletics was taken up this year, that of “fencing." Eighteen girls entered this interesting sport. The class has been held twice a week, and we have looked forward to it with much enthusiasm. Mrs. Knapp has been our able instructor. * ❖ * Riding Horseback riding has always been a favorite sport at the “Hall.,” especially among the boarders. Of course the day girls ride too, but the boarders usually go in a group and have a class of their own. Many of the girls who just started this year have become quite accomplished riders. * ❖ * The Athletic Association During the past year we have made another stride in athletics—the organiza­ tion of the Athletic Association. We have organized this association to inspire more school spirit and to handle matters relating to athletics in a more systematic manner. Regular dues eliminate the difficulty we had formerly, that is, a con­ tinual demand for small amounts of money. Basketballs, tennis cups, and re­ freshments for visiting teams we now purchase with money in the treasury. In the past we have not been able to have fencing because of the expense, but this year the Athletic Association has made it possible because it provides all equip­ ment except foils. Not only has our Association been helpful in these matters, but the larger turn-outs for the games show an improvement in our school spirit. i \ i ; : i : : \ ' ■ ; ; ■ �; ' o / ,A 0 TA U o TEt\_n 0 Vy»riTEf( rm 3 mi 03 tv.cr^*- �; : . ■; ' i ;; f i i. ■ m i[l ; . i£ �m ■ ■ The Delphic .................................................................. 43 i! IIIIIIIIlllllllllUliiiHiiiiu The Calendar September j School began. There were a great many new girls and also a number of new teachers. October n We were given a talk on fire prevention by a Portland fireman. October 15 Mayor Baker awarded prizes to Mary Lueddemann and Betty Keatinge for best essays on fire prevention. October 11 The annual Old-Girl-New-Girl party was given at B’nai B’rith Hall to initiate the new girls. We had the traditional refreshments—cider, apples and doughnuts. Mildred Roberts and Jean Morrison, dressed as Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy, took the first prize. I; October 29 The Boarders gave their first dance. ■ ii-i A°Armi<stice Day exercises. Trees were given as usual The program included r patriotic songs, recitations, and a talk by Dean Ramsey. Refreshments followed. 1 !l November 13 “at home” to the mothers. Although we Sister Superior and the teachers were entertained. The Seniors and had unusually stormy weather, a large crowd was Juniors assisted the hostesses. November 21 f Colorado, who was here a We enjoyed a talk in Chapel by Bishop Joinso n 0 week conducting Mission services at Trinity urc November 22 .. in the “Merchant of Venice. We were excused early to go to see George t r 1SS “Merchant of Venice” or For the benefit of those of us who had not stu ie ^ summary of it before we had forgotten about it. Miss Thompson ga'e 1 went. November 28—December 3 Thanksgiving vacation. of Stratford-upon-Avon . She gave December 10 We were visited by Mrs. Archibald^"^also of members of the company of last year, are us a most interesting description 01 ^ ower.^ who visited us Shakespearian players which she and 1 rsponsoring in this country. lX. ■ _ i 1: �44 The Delphic .......... .... ......... . ....... ................................................................................................................................. "".........................*.......................... .............Mill........ . December 12 cafeteria luncheon to raise money for the coffee service The Seniors gave a that we gave Sister Superior. December 13 The Boarders gave their annual Christmas Cantata. December 14 The Glee Club gave its annual recital. December 19—January 5 Christmas vacation. January 24 The Right Rev. John Gardner Murray of Maryland, Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church in the United States, talked to us in Chapel and then gave us a half holiday. January 23 A number of us went to the consecration of the Reverend Thomas Jenkins at Trinity Church. He was made the Missionary Bishop of Nevada. i February 9 I he Boarders gave their second dance. Everyone had a wonderful time. February 19 The first basketball game of the season was played at the Academy of the Iioly Child. The score was 21-31 in our favor. February 22 We did not have a holiday, but we enjoyed a program in honor of Washington’s birthday. February 29 Reed College came to play us. It was an unusually exciting game, which ended in a tie. March 5 yer, Isabelle Chandler. Maxine Clyde, ered their essays on the Constitution. Julia's essaj The 0ngm of the Constitute -ion,” Eean Ramsey, Mrs. W. W. Gabriel, Dr. was judged the best. The judges were Aragon, Mr. Sanderson Reed, and Mr. Palmer Fales. March p ourfavofad6my °f tHe Ho]y Child came over to play us. The score was 9-55 in ! �45 The Delphic ......... iiniiiiMUiiiiini'tHiiiiMiiiiiiMiiiiMi'niiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilliiiilliiliiiiiiiiHiiiiliiiiiiiiiliiinMUiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiriiiU March 12 Bishop Sumner conducted Confirmation services. March 14 We played the last basketball game of the season at Reed College. We won with a score of 26 to 36. March I4~I9 Spring vacation. March 27 Baptismal services. March 28 Maundy Thursday. At 8:00 o’clock the Bishop celebrated Holy Communion. Later we awarded prizes for Lenten dresses to Lois Katherine Jones, Kva-Jane Erwin and Evelyn Keyt. This year the dresses were sent to Nevada and Alaska. April 5 ’ Sister Superior, Mrs. Knapp, Miss Houk, and a party of the boarders went to Mt. Hood. After hearing what a wonderful time they had the rest of us were sorry we missed it. April 8 . • • tt r t Mr. Spencer of the University of Oregon paid us his annual visit. lie discussed courses offered by the University of Oregon and the Oregon State College. April 16 The Seniors gave another cafeteria luncheon to raise money for the drinking fountain which they gave the school. April 18 He talked to us about physical, intelBishop Lawrence of Boston visited us all interested in the fact that he had lived lectual and spiritual reserves. We were and had known Oliver Wendell next door to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Holmes and General Grant. April 19 Constitution in the District Number Julia Metcalf gave her oration on the the only girl among the eight Three finals at Oregon City. Although she was orators, Julia won first place in the contest. APril 26 . ■ u ^ 'Ribbon Sumner presented Louise Holford At an impressive service in chape , February 9th Louise helped her with . gold cross and brother rescue a throaBh ,ce Lake Oswego. �The Delphic IIIHIIIMIIII'IIIIK 46 ............... ............mi.................................................................... ........................................... ..... Boarders’ dance of.!,« season was green. May 4 ........ . As”“,io" tio't mbm awarded the pin given to a Brodie and Virginia Insley received honorable mention. s*: May 7 The Glee Club presented The F.cast of the Red Corn. Miss Caroline Schott, a graduate of St. Helen's Hall, played the part of the Queen. Mrs. Mable HallSmith was the musical director and Miss Isabelle Stout was the dramatic coach. May S The Boarders presented a Cantata. A number of the Days were guests of the Boarders over night. May p Ascension Day. The Boarders sang the choral service. May io I he final tennis tournament was played, after which the new girls entertained the old girls. May 22 The Juniors gave the Seniors a delightful luncheon at the University Club. Patronesses of the affair were ^liss Frances Spaulding, Mrs. Walter Taylor Sumner. -Urs. J. J. Roberts, Mrs. Carl Denton, Mrs. Edward E. Brodie. June i 1 he Lower School presented a delightful entertainment in the afternoon. Die Jumors gave the Seniors a dance in the new building. June 2 Bishop Sumner delivered his Baccalaureate Sermon to the graduates of St. Stephen's Cathedral. Afterward the new Seniors entered into their duties by assiting at the luncheon served to us at school. The class picture was unveiled with appropriate ceremonies ’ and tlle DelPhies were distributed. S ■ ; June j The Seniors presented ‘*tl n , play was directed by Miss Isabell '°gtd'Natured Man>” by Oliver Goldsmith. The June 4 Commencement. J �Ti-ie Delphic ill'"'""".... mu mini mi hi mi mini m i m in*......................mu........... ........................................................mi 47 """".............................................................. ................................. .............. .....................mu TO ll"A SnfertaLinne rit The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party Our Old-Girl-New-Girl Party was given again this year at B’nai B'rith Hall and was a huge success. As usual, during the grand march, the Sisters and some of our teachers judged the costumes. “Mid*' Roberts, and Jean Morrison carried away first prize, impersonating Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy. Other prizes were awarded Betty Jane Collins and Laura Ellen McKallip, cleverly dressed as ducks, Phoebe Greeman and Margaret Mortensen. impersonating the Smith Brothers, and Sally Reed, Marjorie Mautz. and Jane Pales, dTessed in costumes of the “Gay Nineties”. St. Mark’s Girls’ Friendly Society Party The St. Mark’s Girls' Friendly Society entertained the Boarders at a Hal­ lowe'en party given in the Parish House on October seventeenth, The evening was spent in dancing, and during the intermission there were several featuies. The boarders appreciated the pleasant evening given them by the St. Mark’s Girls. The Boarders’ Dance The Boarders gave their first dance of the season on October twenty-seventh. Everyone admitted that it was one of the best dances ever given at the ITall. Wallace Graham’s orchestra furnished the music. Later in the evening we went to the dining room, where sandwiches, cake, ice cream and coffee were served. Miss Thompson and Miss Groth were our delightful patronesses. The Teachers’ Tea The annual Teachers’ Tea was given on November fifteenth. Everyone seemed to have a delightful time, and not only did the parents and teachers make new accjuaintences but renewed old ones. �48 The Delphic miiiiiililiHiHiiilliiiii On January twenty-third, Deaconess Newall gave an interesting talk on the schools in Mexico. She told us many things concerning Mexican girls. We are certain, since we have heard Deaconess Newall talk, that we have a much better understanding of Mexican girls. On January twenty-fifth a group of the Church girls went to Trinity to the consecration of Dr. Jenkins, Missionary Bishop of Nevada. It was an event that we shall all remember. Boarders’ Dance On February ninth the Boarders gave their second dance of the season, It proved to be a very successful dance in spite of the fact that we were disappointed because our Sisters could not be there. Mrs. Knapp and Miss Groth were our patronesses. The Boarders’ Trip to Mount Hood A group of the Boarders went to Mount Hood on April fifth to enjoy the winter sports. We arrived at Battle-Axe Inn late Friday afternoon. After having dinner we went skiing and sliding. Saturday we spent most of the day coasting, until we left for Portland about three o'clock. Sister Superior, Miss Honk, and Mrs. Knapp chaperoned' the party. The Right Rev. William Lawrence, former Bishop of Massachusetts, addressed us in our chapel on April eighteenth. The subject that he chose for his address was “Reserve.” In this very worth-while talk he stressed the fact that the person who is successful is the one who has a reserve of physical energy, of intellectual knowledge, and of spiritual strength. The Boarders’ Beach Supper Sister Superior gave a Beach supper to the Boarders who kept their silence Good Friday. A group of the Hill boys went with us. We had our supper at the Meyers’ cottage on the Sandy River. After supper we returned to the Hall, where we danced for the remaining part of the evening. Everyone had a wonder­ ful time, and we are very grateful to Sister Superior and also to Mrs. Meyer, who has generously given us the use of her cottage many times this winter. 1 i 1 �DID GIRL N0TE.5 ��..... . ................ IIIIIIIIIIMIIMMMIMIHIIIIIMIIIMIIII ......... 49 The Delpi-iic iiimimimmimimimiiiiiimmimmimmiiim iihiiiiiiIIIIIMIU'imiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Old Girl Notes ’20 Mrs. Severin Harkson (Doris Henningsen) has a little son born on the first of April. ’21 Elva C. Mervy will conduct a tour through Central Europe this summer. ’22 Catherine Overbeck is teaching French at the Hall this year. ’23 jean Muir has spent the winter in Florida. Anne Wentworth has recently announced her engagement to Ralph Staley. ’24 The marriage of Irene Brix to George Altstadt took place April the third. Mr. and Mrs. Altstaclt are now making their home m on anc. ’25 Mrs. Jack Crandell Watson ( Beverly Roberts) has a baby boy named John Roberts. Alexander Sargent was announced The engagement of Catherine Martin to this spring. Mrs. T. A. Cubbage (Marjorie Mariner) with A recent visitor at the Hall was her young son. Charles Frank. returned from Europe and is again attending Edna Ellen Bell has recently the University of Oregon. in Mrs. Altstadt’s wedding. Matilda Bowman was the attendant m ’26 ; k _ . Thomas Mahony took place in Honolulu The marriage of Helen Spencer to . c^ter had been spendthis February. Helen, with May Belle Allen and Marion Statter. ing the winter in Honolulu. Helen Hembree will leave m J une where she will study dramatics. j Kansas City Conservatory. �! ■ ■ i I 50 The Delphic iiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit Phyllis Henningsen has returned from a six months' visit in Shanghai. Ardelia Haradon has been visiting her sister, Mrs. Richard Montgomery. Her home has been in Berkeley for the past year. Nancy Carpenter was married to Robert Farrell, Jr., on the twenty-fourth of April. Mrs. N. E. Jarman (Katherine Moore) has a small daughter. Phyllis Ann. The marriage of Margaret Flail to Wade Newbegin was an event of last winter. ’27 Mary Malarkey and Deborah Ball are at Smith College. The marriage of Serena Morrison to Thomas Van Leer 1 lines was announced last summer. Mary Elizabeth Wheeler is at Wellesley this year. She holds the offices of Corresponding Secretary of the College Government Association and Recording Secretary of her class. Geraldine Kirby is at home in Portland this year. Chauncey Devereaux is on the managing staff of the Bess Whitcomb Players. Dorothy Livesley is attending National Park Seminary in Washington, D. C. Jane Ladd was married to Earl G. Tormey in June. ’28 A ; ; ■ Jeanne Knapp, Helen Kaufman, Janice Hedges. Myrtle McDaniel. Elizabeth and Esther Kaser, Elizabeth Ann Johnson. Harriet Arenz. Nancy Thompson, and Jean Adix are attending the University of Oregon. At the University of Washington are Mary Helen Carr and Barbara Jane Averill. Louise Hoi ford and Betty McRobbie are students at the Portland Art School. Katherine Briggs is taking a post graduate course at Anna Head’s School in Berkeley. Helen Adelsperger is at National Park Seminary in Washington, D. C. Janet Wentworth and Emma Johnson are at Radcliffe College. Both won scholarships to Radcliffe during their senior year at the Hall. Elizabeth Hawkins is vice-president of the Freshman Class at Leland Stan­ ford University. Dorothy Rogers is at home in Portland. Virginia Holland is attending Scripps College at Claremont, California. Maxine Bennett is studying dancing in New York. Mildred Peterson is making her home in San Francisco. �The Delphic 51 ItTpOr^an The Delphic wishes to acknowledge I he following exchanges: “St. Katherine's Wheel”—St. Katherine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. “Blue Print”—Katherine Branson’s School. Ross, California. “Memoirs”—Grant High School. Portland. Oregon. “Matric Annual”—King Edward High School, Vancouver, B. C. “Adjutant”—Hill Military Academy. Portland, Oregon. “Blue Pencil”—Walnut Hill High School, Natick, Massachusetts. “Academia"—St. Mary’s Academy, Portland. Oregon. “Matric”—King Edward High School. Vancouver, B. C.: Your magazine is well organized, and its variety of material is worthy of praise. “St. Katherine’s Wheel”—St. Katherine’s School, Davenport. Iowa: You have a well-developed portrait department, and we found your diary very i:iteresting. “Blue Pencil”—Walnut High School, Natick. Massachusetts: The short stories are excellent. Among your stories we particularly enjoyed “Once Upon a Time" and “The Pirate's Bed”. “Blue Print"—Katherine Branson’s School, Ross, California: Your stories and poetry are interesting. Perhaps some notice of athletics would add to the interest of your publication. �52 The Delphic ......... MIHIIIMIIHIIIIIIIII""! IJS �¥ J0KE5 <J(s'1orriv»>n �V : . ■: v ■ . �i i The Delpi-iic 53 .......................... .......... ............."""................................. """"""....................... .............. I.IHIIII.il................ .................... ..................... HI,......................................................... .......... . 1 ATwater 0821 ! HENRY BERGER, JR. Studio of Photography ! BROADWAY AT COLUMBIA The Barn Teacher in Virgil Class: “What do you call those jars they put the ashes of dead people in ?” Brilliant Student: “Ash trays, I guess.” 1 1 i ! CAN YOU IMAGINE— Betty Bond liking Physics? Sally Cannon hating tennis? Eva Jane Erwin not fighting with Alma? She: “Where is your chivalry?” He: “I turned it in on a Buick. ’ Telephones—BRoadway 70S1-70S2 ! BRANDES CREAMERY WHOLESALE AND RETAIL Quality Dairy Products 123-125 A First Street PORTLAND, OREGON �The Delphic ihc miicioi School Drcc* for St. Helen’s Hall tailored exclusively by Olds & King’s. Olds & King’s is proud to up­ hold the prestige won by St. Helen’s Hall, one of the finest and oldest girls’ schools in Portland — by contributing impeccably tailored classroom and dinner uniforms. Also, our Collegienne shop is the mecca of every smart young girl for youthful, chic, after-school and vacation cos­ tumes. —Second Floor OLDS, WORTHAN RING �Tili: Delphic Paul C. Bates 55 K. V. Lively YV. E. Pearson BATES, LIVELY & PEARSON General Agents Insurance Brokers and YEON BUILDING PORTLAND, OREGON A.: "Did you hear that the Pope can leave the Vatican now?” B.: “Vatican? That’s a booh in the Bible, isn’t it?” CAN YOU IMAGINE— Connie Green taking the street car? Helen Hyde untidy? Jean Morrison failing to mention Elizabeth and Essex? “Fritz, your essay on ‘My Mother’ was just the same as your brother’s.” “Yes, sir, we have the same mother.”—Clezxland News. CLARKE BROS. Florists Compliments of FINE CUT FLOWERS FOR ALL Mautz Building and Investment Co. SOCIAL OCCASIONS Telephone ATwatcr 0102 150 Broadway near Morrison J �The Delphic 56 ...................... ........ ................. .........‘................................. ............... lllllllimilllllllilMMIIIlIKKMIlllMi .............. .......................................................................id".......................... imimnimii “6= y ‘TWSe.T.K.G-ill Gtr Booksellers^Stenioners^Offiee Outfitters™^ ^sFIFTIIa^d STARK* STREETS (^) u/ -5^- I m a stranger in these parts , said the I * nick cog-wheel amidst the Ford supply materials. ! *ENGRAVED=* : WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS CARDS, ENGAGEMENTS AT HOMES, ETC. STEEL DIE STAMPING AND EMBOSSING «i SOCIAL STATIONERY DESK ACCESSORIES LEATHER GOODS "Everything for the Office” Fifth and Oak Streets PORTLAND, OREGON 51 j �r Teacher: “What's all this noise I hear in study hall? Senior Proctor: “I’m keeping order. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Jane Dutton being sedate? Mary Lueddemann without Mary Moore? CURRIN’S FOR DRUGS f BROWN - BATES, INC. ] Don't forget — xve deliver Phone BEacon 0330 432 Montgomery Street I �■ ;; ■ : 58 The Delphic .............. ............................................................»"i........................... ! : £ J ! iv < Compliments J of the SLIMIIOIR. CLASS ! :< J % J; J J J J J J J ?i J '; < J l 3C 1; 4T; i i �59 The Delphic Ability to save a part of what one earns is a prime factor in any formula Q A $1 deposit opens for success, a Savings Account for you at this bank. The BANK OF CALIFORNIA Sixth and Stark Streets PORTLAND, OREGON Compliments of C. G. APPLEGATH is a time in T HERE the affairs of every business house when good printing should be used. That time is all the time. Established 1870 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland’s Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH STREET Broadway 4548 JAMES, KERNS & ABBOTT CO. Master Printers Ninth and Flanders Streets PORTLAND, OREGON PORTLAND, OREGON ■ I �The Delphic 60 ... .......................ii.i.iiii'iiiin........................................................................... . = IL J Compliments ' of the J J JILJIMIIOIR. * CLASS t r I •: : i �I The Delphic Phone—MAin 131S HOLLYWOOD COSTUMERS Button and Pleating Shop MRS. SADIE DAVIS Buttons, Pleating, Hemstitching and Embroidery 509 Royal Bldg . Broadway and Morrison PORTLAND, OREGON TENMOR DERNGOOD COFFEE One of America’s Exceptional Business “ There is no Substitute for Quality” —hence ‘Northwestern Superiority CHAS F. Y/ALKER PRESIDENT A Rich, Full Flavored Coffee Guaranteed Fresh 61 .... Our Latest Book Move Your Future Forward FREE Upon Request 49c Lb. Roasted and Packed by COLONIAL COFFEE CO. NORTHWESTERN ^ScKool of Commerce JTJ 341 SALMON. AT BROADWAY PORTLAND, OREGON Miss T.: “In speaking of the Restoration Period of English literature, to the restoration of what do you refer?” E. j. E.: “The restoration of Queen Anne.” CAN YOU IMAGINE— Sue Sargent serious? Genevieve Woodard keeping quiet? . Debate Pupil: “Why shouldn’t the government use Niagara Falls for water power, and get back some of the money it paid to build the falls in the first place. Ro (2o. cJ“ Merchandise of cy Merit Only” �T H E D E LP1IIC.... .............. ...... ......... ......... .... 62 iiiiiiMiimmMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMmMiiiiaiu minim.....iiniimiiiiimtii Compliments of the SOPHOMORE CLASS Teacher: “What time of the day was Adam born?” Student: "Just a little before Eve.” CAN YOU IMAGINE— Blanche Coe without a book? Mid Roberts without her violin? There is nothing that broadens one like travel, unless it is too many hot fudge sundaes.—Judge. THE BUSH PHARMACY Corner iith and Montgomery Streets "Franklin” "The world’s fastest road car3’ "The car with the airplane feel” Phone BEacon 6726 PORTLAND, OREGON braly AUTO CO. 14th and Burnside �63 Ti-ie Delphic llllfllHHIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIH nun mi* iniiiiiiii mi imii iiimmiiiiiiiiiiiii t mii tun iiiiiiMimiiiiiiiiiiiiiMuiitiiiiiiiiimiiiiMiiiiiii'MiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiimM Graduation Gifts -A Fragrant Cedar Chest that can be obtained Walnut or Mahogany Veneers, a Boudoir Clock, or many other novelties of which there is a wonderful display on our Gift Balcony. \, HENRY JENNING & SONS vL> Washington Street at Fifth [ r 3S: v< II IR.W IIM = Ih O ID § OIM LITHOGR APHIN G PRINTING Safes Medals Blank Books Office Supplies Filing Cabinets Steel Road Signs Brass Signs, Badges ..................... .................. ................................................. .................................. .............mini..................... . Seals Steel Dies Street Signs Desks, Chairs Rubber Stamps Loose Leaf Systems Engraved Stationery iiiiimiiiimiimmiiiimiimmmimiimmiimmim.... .............. in..... mi |SV OFFICE FURNITURE AND STATIONERY . . . TENTH and MORRISON PRINTING PLANT AND FACTORY.................. . FIFTEENTH and GLISAN TELEPHONE BROADWAY 3144 .... PORTLAND, OREGON, U. S A. L>, <j <• �The Delphic 64 i Compliments of the freshman CLASS “Dear Miss”, wrote a particular mother to the teacher, “don’t whip our Tommy. He isn’t used to it. We never hit him at home except in self-defense.” —Herald of Gospel Liberty. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Helen Stratton not asking to be excused? Elouise Gilmore without a choice bit of gossip? “Do you like the talkies just as well as the silent movies?” “Yeh, I’m a sound sleeper.”—California Pelican. BEacon 4151 BEacon 4152 HAZLETT’S f! : ; ; : : GROCERY, BAKERY AND MEATS WE DELIVER THE GOODS HENRY WARD BUICK REPAIRING Our Motto: “Quality Goods; Right Prices” IT. C. WIT MAN, Meats 374 Eleventh St., corner Montgomery 111 THIRTEENTH STREET : �65 The Delphic v< v( v( slMONDs CIRCULAR SAWS O Quality- Servic ^ {Satisfaction * i V J I i ) n �The Delphic 66 MMIMIHIIIIIM Telephone BEacon 7381 PORTLAND INSURANCE CORPORATION General Insurance PORTLAND, OREGON YEON BUILDING Professor: What did you learn about the salivary glands?” Hayes: “I couldn't find out a thing, Professor. They’re so secretive.”—Life. i CAN YOU IMAGINE— Rhoda Holman with a boyish bob? Saville Riley without Elyse West? Teacher: “Rastus, what animal is most noted for its fur?” Rastus: “De skunk; de more fur you gits away from him de better it is fur you.”—Goblin. "AT THE HEAD OF THEIR CLASS” ARMISHAW’S SHOES 107 WEST PARK �Ti-ie Delphic 67 ................. “How much of human life is lost in waiting!” —Emerson One of the finer achievements of life is an intelligent savings program carried through to completion. The progressive stages are: Savings as a NECESSITY Savings as a PLEASURE Savings as a SCIENCE Savings as a SATISFACTION We invite you to make use of our banking facilities The WEST COAST NATIONAL BANK “In the heart of the financial district” PORTER BUILDING W PORTLAND, OREGON "Is your son's education at college of any real value?” “Yes, indeed. It lias entirely cured his mother of bragging about him.”— Pennsylvania Punch Bowl. Floorwalker (at 1 A. M. to burglar in his home): “Silverware? step this way.”—Boston Transcript. Yes, sir : Jaywalker: “What’s the quickest way to the emergency hospital?” Cop: “Just stand right where you are.” Phone—B Roadway 1221 "Theres’ Distinction in Wearing Chumley Clothes” GRAY, McLEAN & PERCY BAKERS, CONFECTIONERS AND SODA FOUNTAIN SUPPLIES wVo'a ^out Hc>«Aor 48 1 Davis Street Portland, Oregon 309 Morrison St. 1 Postoffice Opposite :■ : �The Delphic 66 Telephone BEacon 7381 PORTLAND INSURANCE CORPORATION General Insurance YEON BUILDING r PORTLAND, OREGON Professor: “What did you learn about the salivary glands?” Hayes: “I couldn't find out a thing. Professor. They’re so secretive.”—Life. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Rhoda Holman with a boyish bob? Saville Riley without Elyse West? Teacher: “Rastus, what animal is most noted for its fur?” Rastus: ‘‘De skunk; de more fur you gits away from him de better it is fur you.”—Goblin. "AT THE HEAD OF THEIR CLASS” ARMISHAW’S SHOES 107 WEST PARK �I Ti-ie Delphic 67 iiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillilHIllliiiiiiiiiiiiHiioiiiiiliMiif “How much of human life is lost in waiting!” —Emerson One of the finer achievements of life is an intelligent savings program carried through to completion. The progressive stages are: Savings Savings Savings Savings as a NECESSITY as a PLEASURE as a SCIENCE as a SATISFACTION We invite you to make use of our banking facilities The WEST COAST NATIONAL BANK In the heart of the financial district” PORTER BUILDING PORTLAND, OREGON “Is your son’s education at college of any real value?" “Yes, indeed. It has entirely cured his mother of bragging about him."— Pennsylvania Punch Bowl. Floorwalker (at 1 A. M. to burglar in his home): “Silverware? step this way."—Boston Transcript. Yes. sir; Jaywalker: “What’s the quickest way to the emergency hospital?” Cop: “Just stand right where you are." Phone—BRoadway 1221 rfTberes* Distinction in Wearing Chumley Clothes” GRAY, McLEAN & PERCY BAKERS. CONFECTIONERS AND SODA FOUNTAIN SUPPLIES 48 1 Davis Street Portland, Oregon 309 Morrison St. Postoffice Opposite �The Delpjiic 68 ;§t««i&rrii ?W.58 5K ’Si §i£j5Ss»«!!Bi ■ : “Portlands Own Store" i A BOY’S ESSAY “Geese is a low, heavy-set bird, which is most meat and feathers”, wrote a lad of eight, when asked to write an essay on geese, in a school at Springfield. Illi­ nois, Continuing, he wrote: “His head sits on one end, and he sets on the other. Geese can’t sing much, on account of dampness of the moisture. He ain’t got no between-his-toes. an’ lie's got a little balloon in his stummuck to keep from sinking. “Some geese when they get big has curls on their tails and is called ganders. Ganders don't haff to sit and hatch, but just cat and loaf and go swimmin'." The lad closed his essay in the following esthetic thought: “If 1 was a goose. I’d rather be a gander.”—Morning Oregonian. BEACON 741G Opposite Public Library ■ We Will Please You ■ * f •: > 5 YAMHILL AT TENTH STREET �iiiiiniiiiiiKiiii'iiiMiifXiiiiiiiniiiimiimiiHUiHiui I I I I i i I I ! i ...aprs �The Delphic ....... 68 »ninii*iiinimiinin,*,®i®ni,,i®^! i1' s4L IIIIIMIIIlUHUHIIIIHMIlHlMm""'*"1 HI......... .. r^fcjs y§&0: flllllif U §1111 Wm!6Wf' 4 r* -— > "Portlands Own Store” A BOVS ESSAY "Geese is a low. heavy-set bird, which is most meat ancl feathers", wrote a lad of eight, when asked to write an essay on geese, in a school at Springfield, Illi­ nois. Continuing, he wrote: "His head sits on one end, and he sets on the other. Geese can’t sing much, on account of dampness of the moisture. He ain't got no between-his-toes, an’ lie’s got a little balloon in his stummuck to keep from sinking. "Some geese when they get big has curls on their tails and is called ganders. Ganders don’t haff to sit and hatch, but just eat and loaf and go swimmin’." 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E- 5&-.ft-.;ft^;- •'V -ft � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic 1929 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1929. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1929 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic1929-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/41b2064945e83b1c77a024cd0489406d.pdf 8d27383424e9e3f33c9692c6d0ce7bc9 PDF Text Text Tn<z ) PV^oxiU ! > l : 1 *. ^3 — �■ f $ m £ «. ^ ^ m A •- H*3V*' i iiiftsi ■y K..;:li'l : - S%.^{<S££WS 1HSILL -. ?#v. • ! > ■:. i i i \ �rhiE DELPHIC St. Helens Hall gC Portland, Oregon 1927 * 1928 VOLUME XXVIII NUMBER 8 �Contents Frontispiece Faculty Senior Section Senior Class Poem Delphic Staff Editorials School Honors Literary Athletics Calendar Old Girl Notes Exchanges Jokes Advertisements \ 3 �3 DELPHIC Officers and Instructors RECTOR The Right Reverend the Bishop of Oregon CHAPLAIN The Reverend Samuel Evans GENERAL SUPERINTENDENCE The Sisters of St. John the Baptist (Holy Scripture, Church History) Mathematics Alice I. Stevens B.A., Mt. Holyoke Latin Dorothy Bartlett B.A., Smith College Science Marion E. White B.A., Smith College Jane Austin . Secretarial. Lower School Victoria College, University of Chicago, Columbia University Mildred Arey Lower School �'■asL ^- —$ . DELPHIC 4 . Joyce Groth French, Spanish B.A., University of Washington English Florence Thompson B.A., Wellesley College French Susanne Cocaine Diplomee de Tours Kindergarten Irene Brix Ellison-White Conservatory English, History Gertrude H. Houk A.M., Cornell University French Frances Green ........ B.A., Stanford University; The Sorbonne, University of Grenable Lillian E. Summers . English, History A.M., Marietta College, Ohio Isabelle Breingan Lower School Nan A. Knapp Physical Director Temple University, Philadelphia 1 i i Music and Art Katherine Laidlaw A esth etic Dancing Pupil of Ruth St. Dennis Louisa M. Thompson Art, Piano Guildhall School of Music. London Interpretation of Modern Music under Louis Victor Faar, j 927 South Kensington School of Art, Lond on Mabel Hall-Smith . Voice, Glee Club New England Conservatory Jocelyn Foulkes Piano Pupil of Malwine Brcc, Vienna Gertrude Van Horne Piano 1 oronto Conservatory Anne O’Reilly . William Wallace Grah am Dr. W. S. Knox School Physician . 'Cello Violin �White graduation veils— flowers—a line of girls marchwg, singing, We are but another class graduating from the Hall, but we are proud to be in that long procession, proud to be another class to receive that honor. ��DELPHIC 5 Mary Aileen Martin As Class President, Mary Aileen Martin has guided the destinies of our class through three years at St. Helen’s Hall. We of the class of 1928 may not have done anything of extraordinary im­ portance, but to our president we owe in great part the success of all that which we have attempted. She is known to us as "Mare,” and we first met her in Sep­ tember of our Freshman year. At the beginning of her second year, however, she was taken ill and forced to leave school for the remainder of the season. It was a loss, not only to the class itself, but to the class basket ball team and base­ ball team. On the latter she was captain. This year she was named president of the Student Government body, and as a mem­ ber of the Glee Club, had a part in the operetta. In dramatics,she played a prom­ inent part in the Latin play presented last year, and this year capably filled the role of Phoebe in As You Like It. Mary Aileen, we hope that the success which has followed you through your Hall days will continue with you in the future. �6 DELPHIC Helen Adelsperger Jean Adix 'Ritzie,” as Helen Adelsperger is bet­ ter known, entered our midst from the Harding School, Marshfield, as a boarder in September, 192-1. She was elected Treas­ urer of the class for our freshman year. In her sophomore year she entered into athletics and started her career as a guard on our basket ball team, for that year she played on both the first team of the class and the second team of the school. In her junior year, she continued her good work on both the first class and the sec­ ond school basket ball teams and joined the Glee Club in the last half of the year. She sang in the chorus of the operetta, The feast of the Little Lanterns. In her senior year she was elected quite fit­ tingly to the Athletic Department of the Delphic, chosen Captain of the School Basket Ball team, and given a part in the Senior Class Play, As Yon Like It. Jean Adix, as a day scholar, came to our class in 1926 from Gresham High School. She drives to school from Gresh­ am every day, and her car plays an impor­ tant part around school—running errands and transporting boarders. Jean joined the Glee Club, and the next year continued her Glee Club work and took part in the operetta, The feast of the Little Lanterns. In her senior year, Jean was chosen to act as a business manager on the Delphic Staff and to take the part of the Silvius in the English play, As Yon Like It. Jean is planning to go on to the Univer­ sity of Oregon or the University of Wash­ ington and study dentistry with the idea of going into business with her brother and having offices with him. Jean has chosen her profession with determination, and we believe that she will succeed. �7 DELPHIC Harriet Arenz Harriet Arenz entered our midst from Grant High School at the beginning of her sophomore year, September, 1925, as a day scholar. Harriet has always been rather quiet and considered unobtrusive, but she has been distinguished for her wide knowledge of modern literature and her ability to play the piano for dancing at the lunch period. In her sophomore year she took part in the Latin play. This last year, her senior year, she brought glory and honor both to herself and to the school when she won praise and a prize upon the excellence of her theme of five hundred words on Fire Prevention, awarded her by the officials of the city. Harriet is planning to enter the University of Oregon this fall and major in jour­ nalism. Barbara Jane Averill Barbara Jane Averill entered the Hall from Grant High School in Portland in September, 1925. She was a day scholar, a capable one, and very likeable too. We called her "Barb.” It was not until her senior year, however, that she really dis­ played her true ability. At that time she was elected to the Delphic staff as art editor, and to her we owe all the cuts in this year’s Delphic. Why didn’t you tell us before that you could draw, Barb? There are some of us envious ones who would like to nominate her to the Hall of Fame for the brand new roadster which she drives to school each day. Barb also distinguished herself as one of the star forwards of our class basket ball team this year and helped to make possible the winning of the school championship by the senior class. Finally Barb did admir­ able work as Oliver in the class play As You Like It. �DELPHIC 8 Maxine Bennett Maxine Bennett, or "Max," joined our ranks as a day scholar from Irvington Grammar School, Portland, in September, 1924. After spending her freshman year here, she deserted us for a year and went to the Eugene High School at home in Eugene. However,she returned to us again as a day scholar at the beginning of her junior year. In that year Maxine joined the Glee Club, was in the chorus of both the Christmas Concert and the Operetta, and did a charming solo dance in the latter. In her senior year, as a boarder, she was elected to the Advertising Depart­ ment of the Delphic, and she has been very successful in dealing with the advertisers. She joined the Glee Club again, sang in the chorus in both the Concert and the Operetta, and again did the solo dance for the latter. She played on the class basket ball team and was chosen for Amiens in the Senior Class Play, As You Like It. Katherine Briggs Katherine Briggs began her school days at the Hall in the Lower School in 1919, and entered our class from the Lower School in 1924. She has always been a day scholar. Katherine is one of the Latin students, and has participated in the Latin plays of 1926 and 1927. When in her sophomore year Katherine was chosen to represent her class on the basket ball team, she played a fast game as guard. The "Old-Girl-New-Girl" parties of every year, when the "Old” and "New” girls meet to get better acquaint­ ed, call for costumes of originality and cleverness. Katherine won the first prize in her junior year for her costume and second prize in her senior year. As a member of the Delphic staff, she has writ­ ten up the "Music and Entertainment" of the past year. �DELPHIC 9 Mary Helen Carr Barbara Clarke Mary Helen was one of the early pio­ neers of the class, beginning with but a few of us in the Lower School as a clay scholar. When she arrived in the Upper School, she was elected chairman of the freshman class for a year, and just to prove her ability further she became a member of the Student Government in 1926 and again in 1928. "Monty” took part in the French play of ’25 and was a member of the Glee Club for the year '26. There was the place as forward on the class team in 1925 and 1928, and the position on the advertising staff of the Delphic in her senior year. May we com­ mend her for the excellent work she did in that department? Finally she took the part of Jaques de Boys in As Yon Like It. We wonder if there is anything at which Monty has not tried her hand and tried it well. Barbara Clarke began her Hall days in the Lower School and entered our class in 1924. In her sophomore year she was chosen to represent us on the Student Government—a position of honor and re­ sponsibility. The next year we bade Bar­ bara bon voyage, and she left us to sail for the Mediterranean Sea. We began the new year without her, and she was gone until the second term. In her senior year Barbara took Art History and was a great help with the knowledge of architecture, sculpture, and painting that she had ac­ quired on her trip. And in English class Barbara's compositions were highly enter­ taining with tales of sunny Cairo. Barbara was chosen to act on the Delphic staff in writing up the Old Girl Notes. She has been very efficient in her work—bringing us news of old friends that have drifted away. �10 DELPHIC Eveline Hall Elizabeth Hawkins Eveline Hall came to the school when she was a freshman. She had graduated from the Alameda Grammar School in Portland and came here as a day student. We remember the first time we heard Eveline play the piano—it was at one of our lunch period dancing classes, and Eve­ line surprised us by the way she played jazz—real jazz. Since then, she has often occupied the piano stool in the recreation room by popular demand during the lunch period while the rest of us dance. Eveline stayed at the Hall for two years and then left school to go to Texas to live. The following year, however, she was back at the Hall, and once more we heard strains of Among My Souvenirs issuing from the recreation room. Eveline will probably go to the University of Oregon next year. She is already famous for her University of Oregon week-ends, so why not? Elizabeth Hawkins, or "Bets,” as she was soon dubbed, came with her tennis racjuet from Reno, Nevada, High School in 1926. She came as a Boarder and im­ mediately began basket ball work. She was elected captain of the class basket ball team for her first year and played a brilliant game as forward on both it and on the school team. When the tennis prac­ tice began, Bets could be seen any after­ noon on the school court practising with her thirty-odd tennis balls. To some peo­ ple athletics is a science and Bets is such a person. She played in both the BoarderDay finals and the singles. The next year Bets came back as a day scholar. Again she played well on the school and class basket ball teams and again she won honor in tennis. Bets has been on the "A" list in studies ever since coming to the Hall, and she has put forth her best efforts both in the Advertising Depart­ ment of the Delphic and in the roll of Celia in the Senior play. �DELPHIC I 11 Janice Hedges Louise Holford Janice Hedges became a member of our class in the middle of her junior year, January, 1927. She entered from Oregon City High School, Oregon City, as a boarder and will long be remembered by under-graduates because of her excellent disposition. She established a reputation for herself by attaining an "A” average and by playing jumping center on the class basket ball team ’27-’28. She was selected to play the role of Pio in the Spanish play, Zaragnata, June, 1927. At the Old-Girl-New-Girl party in 1927, she greatly amused everyone by appearing on the stage as a grandmother, the wife of Peggy Lockwood. She has played in sev­ eral piano recitals, and in the English play, As Yon Like It, capably took the role of Frederick, the cruel duke, who banished his brother and niece to the For­ est of Arden. Janice intends to enter the University of Oregon in the fall. Louise is one of those favored few who can consider herself a member of this class from almost the very start, because she began in one of the lowest grades of the Lower School. She has been a day student from the first, coming in every morning from the farthest extremity of Dunthorpe. We say she lives in Portland, but Louise asserts that Dunthorpe is not Portland—it is much less plebian. We wonder what would happen if Louise ever ceased to be pleasant. She is one of those rare friends for whom such a thing is im­ possible. When she was a freshman, she distinguished herself as a member of the class basket ball and baseball teams. We remember, too, that was the year when the freshman class put up such a gallant fight for the honors in both sports. This year she became a member of the Delphic staff and with her colleague has efficiently su­ pervised the Exchange Department. �■L: 12 DELPHIC Virginia Holland Marjory Holman Virginia Holland became a member of our class at the beginning of her junior year in September, 1926. She entered as a boarder from Marlborough, a college pre­ paratory school for young ladies in Los Angeles. Her scholastic record is excellent, as it is generally possible to find her name up near the top of the "A" list. Virginia played on the class basket ball team in ’26. She is known to her more intimate friends as "Vee" and has established a reputation through her long hair and her ability to sing harmony. During the course of the entertainment with which the New Girls amused the Old Girls at their an­ nual party, she assisted Nancy Thompson in the singing of several songs. Her ten­ nis game is the envy of more than a few. In ’27 she was in the try-outs for the school team. Vee is undecided whether to attend finishing school in Washington, D. C., or go to college. Marjory began her high school work at the Hall when we were all freshmen, com­ ing here as a day scholar from the Ains­ worth Grammar School. She has always been quiet and enviably well liked, for Marjory is indeed a friend to anyone, and very dependable — class dues on time, committee work well done, and a "May I help in some way?" every time. We are told, too, that a long line of mascu­ line admirers waits upon the favor of Marjory. We really cannot blame them. In her first year at the Hall she "made" the class basket ball team, and for three years she has been a member of the Glee Club, for which we think she should re­ ceive a fine leather medal. Both last year and this she took part in the operetta given by the Glee Club. This year she was elected to the Delphic staff and has helped to produce for us a successful "Old Girl Notes” department. �DELPHIC 13 Elizabeth Ann Johnson Emma Johnson Elizabeth Ann did us a great honor when she came all the way from New York to attend the Hall. She was not long in becoming acquainted, however, for everyone wanted to know her. When she was only a freshman, she had a place on the class basket ball team, and the fol­ lowing year added new glories by being elected vice-president of her class. In her junior year she was made assistant literary editor, and this year she was the literary editor of the Delphic. In 1928 she also served on the Student Government. In her junior year she took a leading part in the Latin play, and this year proved her ability further by taking the role of Duke Senior in the class play. The school rec­ ords show two essay prizes beside Beth Ann’s name and two second testimonials as well. Beth Ann, we hope New York appreciates you as much as we do. Emma Johnson came to us from the Corvallis High School, Corvallis, as a boarder in September, 1926. Almost im­ mediately she gained a stationary place at or near the head of the "A” list, and, since that time "Emma Johnson” and "brilliance” have been synonyms to nearly every girl in the Hall. In her junior year, Emma did well not only in her studies but also in the Latin play of a Roman Marriage. In June, 1927, Emma received a first testimonial. In her senior year she was elected to the Old Girl Notes of the Delphic, but later changed to the Calen­ dar. She has made a great many excep­ tionally good literary contributions to the Delphic, both this year and last, as well as keeping a complete calendar of this year’s events. She was chosen to play the part of the old servant, Adam, in the Senior Play, As Yon Like It. �... .•* ■ #b_ ' \ 1 ' :• i : \ 14 DELPHIC ! V 3* j ; ! Helen Kaufman Helen Kaufman came to us at the be­ ginning of her junior year, September, 1926, from Lincoln High School, Port land, as a day scholar. Her first act of importance was to give an excellent por­ trayal of the famous orator, Cicero, in the Latin Play of a Roman Marriage in the spring of 1927. In her senior year she was elected to the Advertising Depart­ ment of the Delphic, and she has been very efficient in securing advertisements. All this year she has succeeded in keep­ ing high on the "A" list both in studies and deportment. She joined the Glee Club in January and appeared in the chorus of the Operetta, The Persian Princess. Later she took the part of the young hero, Or­ lando, in the Senior English play, As You Like It. She plans to enter the University of Oregon in the fall, and we are confi­ dent that Helen will succeed in whatever studies she takes up there. Elisabeth Kaser Elisabeth Kaser, or "Lib," came full of life and vigor with her twin sister from Annie Wright Seminary in September, 1925, as a boarder. Lib took it upon her­ self to know everyone in school and has been successful for three years. Her first year she played on both the class and school basket ball teams and joined the Glee Club. She plays the piano very well and has contributed a great deal to vari­ ous recitals. In her junior year, most un­ happily, she contracted a serious illness and was forced to be absent from school for a long time and, on her return, to restrain from anything but school work. However, in her senior year, she was quite all right again and fully made up for a quiet year by being elected to do the Cal­ endar of the Delphic, playing on both the class and school basket ball teams, and, with her sister, leading the entire school with pep in the yells. �DELPHIC Esther Kaser Esther Kaser, or "Eah,” as she is more intimately known, came to us from Annie Wright’s Seminary in September, 1925, as a boarder. She immediately became known as one of the "twins” from Juneau, Alas­ ka. She entered energetically into athlet­ ics, became guard on both the class and school basket ball teams, and joined the Glee Club. The next year she again en­ tered whole-heartedly into the spirit of things, but, unfortunately, because of ill health at the beginning of the spring term, she was forced to retire from ath­ letics for the remainder of the year. How­ ever, she joined the Glee Club again. This last year she was elected to the Music and Entertainment Department of the Del­ phic, she has played on both the class and school basket ball teams, and she and her sister, as our yell leaders, have added pep and enthusiasm to all the games of the year. Esther played Touchstone in As You Like It. 15 Jeanne Knapp Jeanne Knapp came from Washington High School in September of 1926. She came modestly, but it was not long until whispers told of Jeanne’s fast and furious game of basket ball. During her two years as a day scholar, Jeanne as center helped to pile up the scores on both the school and class teams. And not only in basket ball but also in baseball was Jeanne a leader. Her name was made in athletics. But not stopping there, she went on, and when the time came for the awarding of honors, Jeanne was called to receive a second testimonial. In the English Play, As You Like It, Jeanne took the part of Charles. She is planning to go on the University of Oregon to study physical education. We wish you success, Jeanne, in your chosen course. �V* ; 16 ■ • DELPHIC ; :£*V. :'S- f ' 'X ■ * j \• t ■ : s Kathryn Mansfield Bernice Mars Kathryn Mansfield came to the Hall as a post-graduate from Washington High School in June of 1926. We are glad that she considered spending two years of extra work to gain a St. Helen’s Hall diploma of enough value to spend them with us. Her post-graduate work has covered two years of English, French, and Spanish and a year of history of art. Kathryn, known to her friends as Kay, was chosen for un­ derstudy for the leading role of Zaragueta, the Spanish play of last year. Kathryn is a student, and her grades have always been high. We regret the fact that her doing post-graduate work has prevented her entering into the activities of the class itself. We would like to have had her as a regular member of our class. Kathryn is going to enter the University of Oregon this fall and continue her study of languages. Bernice Mars became a member of our class at the beginning of her junior year, September, 1926. She came from a great distance to attend the Hall, as a boarder, having previously attended Sweet Grass High School, Sweet Grass, Montana. She sang in the Glee Club in 1926 and 1927 and also in the colorful chorus of the operetta, The feast oj the Little Lanterns. In the original cast of the Spanish play, Zaragnita, she was to take the part of Dona Blasa, but when one of the other members of the cast fell ill at the last moment, Bernice carried not only her own but the other part as well. To her for her efforts in this double role should be given considerable credit for the success of this play. Bernice will be remembered by under-graduates for her good disposi­ tion and spirit of helpfulness. She in­ tends to enter Great Falls Business Col­ lege at Great Falls, Montana. �DELPHIC 17 Li / Myrtle McDaniel Myrtle McDaniel became a member of our class in the middle of her junior year, January, 1927. She entered the Hall as a day scholar from Lincoln High School in Portland. We little suspected at that time what an important part her literary ability was to play in the life of the Delphic. Our writer has also taken part in several school activities; she played guard on the class basket ball team, ’27-’28. In the English Play, As You Like It, she was selected to take one of the leading parts, that of Rosalind, the heroine, a role which she portrayed excellently. She intends to enter the University of Washington at the beginning of the fall term and to study journalism and short story writing. Her greatest ambition is to become a moving picture critic, and we believe that she will be successful. Betty McRobbie Betty came to us in September of 1925 from King George High School in Van­ couver, B. C. She brought with her a nice turn to her r's which has stamped her as English, or perhaps it is Bostonian, for she used to live there too. However, it really doesn’t matter—she has a nice turn to her r’s. We remember her as a quiet young lady with long blonde curls hang­ ing down her back. Nevertheless, since Betty has had a chance to stay and be­ come acquainted, she has made herself quite notorious for her pranks and dry sense of humor. But we wonder what would happen if Betty should ever be­ come inspired to hurry. The year she en­ tered, she became a member of the Glee Club. No contract for Grand Opera parts have been offered since, but Betty does have a nice voice. Finally, in her senior year, as a member of the Delphic staff, she has helped to make the Exchange De­ partment what we believe is an excellent one. �DELPHIC 18 Mildred Peterson Mildred Peterson entered our class in her junior year. She came from the Lowell High School, San Francisco, at the beginning of the fall term, Sep­ tember, 1926, as a boarder. She be­ came a member of the Glee Club chorus in 1927 and sang in the concert which was given immediately preceding Christ­ mas vacation. Mildred is known to most of her friends as ” Pete,” a nickname which, peculiarly enough, seems to fit her. In 1927 she was selected to play the role of Perico in the Spanish play, Zaragnila, and did great justice to the part. After her graduation from the Hall she will re­ turn to California, where it is her inten­ tion to attend Munson’s Business College in San Francisco. Under-graduates, espe­ cially boarders, will remember her because of the fact that she is so faithful to her friends, and because, even to the girls with whom she is not intimate, she is friendly. Dorothy Rogers Dorothy Rogers became a member of our class at the beginning of her junior year in September, 1926. She entered St. Helen’s Hall from Grant High School in this city as a day scholar. She sang in the Glee Club Concert which was given just before Christmas, 1927. She also took part in the chorus of the operetta, The Persian Princess, which we so enjoyed be­ fore the end of school, 1928. At the annual Old-Girl-New-Girl fancy dress party, which was held at B'nai B’rith Hall, she received the prize for the best old-fashioned costume, and it is our opinion that the prize was well awarded. She seems to have a faculty for winning prizes for dresses, because in the contest for the prettiest hand-made dress, made during Lent to send to the missions, she also won a prize. Her intention is to attend the University of Oregon in the fall. �DELPHIC 19 Nancy Thompson Janet Wentworth Nancy Thompson came to us from Roosevelt High School, Portland, as a boarder, in September, 1926. She joined the Glee Club, and her voice soon estab­ lished for her a reputation. She was solo­ ist in the Glee Club's Christmas Recital and took the leading role, that of the Chi­ nese Princess in the Operetta, The feast oj the Little Lanterns. Nancy was made leader of the boarders’ choir and soloist in both the Christmas and Easter Can­ tatas. Several times during the year she was called upon for vocal presentations and was chosen to sing the solo at Com­ mencement. The first part of her senior year she was a boarder, and a day scholar the second. That year she was elected to the Delphic staff as a business manager, and was Corin in As Yon Like It. Nancy plans to enter the University of Oregon and major in English Literature. Janet Wentworth, as a day scholar, en­ tered our class in September, 1924, and finished that year with a second testimo­ nial. In her sophomore year she was chosen to represent the class in the Stu­ dent Council, and distinguished herself by obtaining another second testimonial and honorable mention for her Colonial Daughter’s Essay. In her junior year she was chosen Secretary and Treasurer of her class and a member of the cast of the Latin play, and was awarded a first testi­ monial. As a result of the College Entrance Examinations she received the Mathematics Cup and the Senior Scholar­ ship. In her senior year she played on both the class and school basket ball teams, was selected to play the Melan­ choly Jaques in As Yon Like It. was elect­ ed to the Student Government, and was chosen Editor-in-chief of the Delphic. �DELPHIC 20 Class Will The Last Will ami Testament of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-eight Be it known that: We, the class of 1928, do hereby will and bequeath to all future seniors our dignity and excellent conduct, which we have maintained for these four years despite the respon­ sibilities placed upon us. To the class of 1929 we bequeath the joys attendant on the publication of the Del phn feeling confident that they will be fitted for that honor. We also leave them all our English essays, our Burke’s Conciliation outlines, and whatsoever books, notes, and valu­ able information they may desire from us. To the sophomores we bequeath all the noble works of Cicero himself, considering this an act of true devotion. To the freshmen we bequeath an unsurpassed example of real virtue, which may serve them as a guiding light for the years to come. Finally, we, the individual members of the class, as follows: I, Jean Adix, leave my car to those who ride on the trolley. I, Helen Adelsperger, leave my athletic ability to Blanche Coe. I, Harriet Arenz, leave my collection of modern novels to the highest bidder. I, Barbara Jane Averill, leave my Delphic cuts to the Hall of Fame. I, Maxine Bennett, leave my gracefulness to Elouise Gilmore. I, Katherine Briggs, leave my unmannerly pen to Margaret Proctor. I, Mary Helen Carr, leave my dance announcements to all who like to trip the light fantastic. I, Barbara Clarke, leave my willowy figure to Katherin James. I, Eveline Hall, leave the piano stool to her who deserves it. I, Elizabeth Hawkins, leave all the secrets of tit-tat-to to Sally Cannon. I, Janice Hedges, leave my hedges to Mr. Bloom. I, Louise Holford, leave my carefreeness to Fanny Taylor. I, Virginia Holland, leave Laura Ellen’s black hat to Laura Ellen. I, Marjory Holman, leave my gentle voice to Christian Latta. I, Elizabeth Ann Johnson, leave the object of my interior decorations, namely, my Aeneid, to any one foolish enough to take Virgil. I, Emma Johnson, leave my speed in getting to classes to Rhoda Holman. �DELPHIC 21 I, Elisabeth Kaser, leave my unseniorlike giggles to Joan Thatcher. I, Esther Kaser, leave my ability to speak unsolicited in class to Barbara Fiske. I, Helen Kaufman, leave my jewelry to Mary Carpenter. I, Jeanne Knapp, leave my acrobatic ability to Susan Sargent. I, Kathryn Mansfield, leave my quest for knowledge to Madge Mason. I, Bernice Mars, leave my permanent wave to Alma Geddes. I, Mary Aileen Martin, leave the joys of student government to the school, knowing chat no individual will take them. I, Myrtle McDaniel, leave my dramatics in French to Nancy Nevins. I, Betty McRobbie, leave my powers of fast motion to Mary Lawrence McArthur. I, Mildred Petersen, leave my typing ability to Katherine Goodpasture. I, Dorothy Rogers, leave my Armishaws to Constance Green. I, Nancy Thompson, leave my ability to concentrate to Madelon Brodie. I, Janet Wentworth, do hereby close this testament by leaving all my Delphic worrics to next year’s editor. Signed The Class - of 1928. �B* f ■ r DELPHIC 22 Class Prophecy ■ J Name I Known As •I Helen Adelsperger . : 1 /L PkV JVf Her Roald Amundsen Eternally happy .Well dressed Jean Adix Jean Irene Castle Harriet Arenz Harriet Venus Talkative. Barbara Jane Averill. Barb. Rembrandt Genuine Maxine Bennett Max Pavlowa Smiling............ Katherine Briggs Briggs Princess of Wales Full of “wim, wigor * ' Would Like To Be and witality”.......... s. i Mary Helen Carr Monty Calvin Cool id ge Full of fun.................... Barbara Clarke Dunny Mrs. John Gilbert Amiable Eveline Hall Ev Clara Bow Behind frat pins Elizabeth Hawkins Bets Helen Wills Studious Janice Hedges Janice Titania With Made Ion Louise Holford Lulu Mary Garden A good sport Virginia Holland Vee Gene Tunney Sophisticated Marjory Holman Mar] Gene Dennis Demure Elizabeth Ann Johnson. . . .Beth Ann. . . .Mayor Landes Dignified �DELPHIC 23 Class Prophecy Famous for 194) Grin. . Professor famous for her goggles and collection of rare beetles. Hair Jean is now giving lectures in Europe on the art of proper make-up. Lending library. . . . Harriet, by means of her airplane, has been able to extend her lending library to all parts of the country. Drawings We hear that Barbara Jane has recently purchased the Franklin Auto­ mobile Company. Thrills. Miss Bennett is considered the most graceful girl at home and abroad. Good humor Katherine has opened a riding academy in the mountains of Armenia. “Hello” Conducting a world-wide campaign to raise money for homeless children. Travels Barbara is now a famed archaeologist and the author of “My House­ boat on the Nile.” Her jazz Much sought after model for sculptors and painters. “Them hair” Bets is now making a tour of America lecturing on “The Power of Tennis Suggestion." “All aroundness” Recently appointed conductor of the Portland Symphony Orchestra. One fur coat Internationally known opera star. “Harmony" Virginia recently founded the “School of Strength” for the weaker sex. Size ones Marjory is now playing a leading role in the French comedy “Taisezvous.” Figure (This is entre lions') Beth Ann is the chief author of all the college board examinations in Latin and French. �DELPHIC 24 Class Prophecy Known As Would Like To Be As We See Her Emma Johnson Emmy Socrates. . Brilliant Elisabeth Kaser Lib Billy Sunday Peppy Esther Kaser Eab Will Rogers Laughing. Helen Kaufman Llelen Walter Hampton Witty. Jeanne Knapp Jeanne. Red Grange Athletics. . . . Gertrude Ederle Retiring. Name Katherine Mansfield.........Kay Bernice Maes Grandma. . . Mrs. John D., Ill Unconcerned Mary Aileen Martin Mare Tommy Luke Busy Myrtle McDaniel Myrtle Helen of Troy Independent Betty McRobbie Betty Charlie Paddock Carefree Mildred Peterson Pete Vivian Duncan In a hurry Dorothy Rogers Dot Lindbergh Quiet........... Nancy Thompson Nan............... Edna St. Vincent Millay. . Adorable Janet Wentworth Jan Ty Cobb Saintly �DELPHIC 25 Class Prophecy Famous for i9 4S Vocabulary........... Emma has recently established a Girls’ Latin School in Moscow. Giggle She who has ended the bachelordom of His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales. Squeals Lecturer on "The Proper Position While Speaking” and "The Necessity of Impressing Your Audience." Dimples Miss Kaufman has recently received a patent for "Finger Waves That Last a Lifetime." Sports Athletic instructor at the University of Fiji. P. G United States tennis delegate to the Olympic Games. Drawl Pampered wife of John D. Rockefeller, III. Orchids Miss Martin is considered the most popular house mother on the campus of the University of Oregon. Short Stories Instructor of the Russian Ballet in Moscow. She and Emma are rooming together. Drawl Betty is playin opposite Marj in the French hit "Taisez-vous." Dependability Mildred is now playing juvenile roles on the stage and screen. Being late .Miss Rogers has recently purchased the P. E. P. Company and is giving free car tickets to all Hall girls. Popularity It is rumored that Nancy has the finest collection of old and modern poetry in the world. Sense of humor Janet has just been made editor of the New York Times; it is rumored she started as office boy. �J 26 DELPHIC i Class Poem There stands a beacon light upon a hill; It pours upon the valley from above The sacred fire of sacrifice and love In streams of heavenly radiance, calm and still. It was not always thus; a spark divine, Kindled by human labors, prayers, and tears, Waxed and grew throughout the fleeting years Until the world about might see it shine. : ■ Up the high hill, and sloping towards the light, • : There leads an ancient trail, and countless feet Have worn it smooth with their courageous beat Passing ever onward through the night. Line upon line of pilgrims in the dark: They cannot pause; they march to seek Life's goal. But they must pass the light, and in their soul, Born of the radiance, glows a tiny spark. % So may we each bear with us as we go i A living spark of that eternal fire, That spreading ever outward, ever higher, . May light the world about us with its glow. Emma Wintler Johnson, '2S. ! V �A word or two about the school — editorials, they call them. A jew literary achieve­ ments of our more talented members. The honors given during the year. This is the literary department. �■M* m •• - is iV m. i �DELPHIC 27 Delphic Staff, 1927-1928 Editor-in-Chief . Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor Old Girl Notes . Music and Entertainment Barbara Clarke, Marjory Holman Katherine Briggs, Esther Kaser Helen Adelsperger, Jeanne Knapp Athletics Louise Hoi ford, Betty McRobbie Exchanges .... Business Advertising Madelon Brodie Elisabeth Kaser, Emma Johnson Calendar Art Janet Wentworth Elizabeth Ann Johnson Barbara Jane Averill Jean Adix, Nancy Thompson . Maxine Bennett, Mary Helen Carr, Elizabeth Hawkins, Helen Kaufman �28 DELPHIC Editorials It is usually the concensus of opinion that when an editor is given rein to write one of those weighty and rather unreadable articles termed editorials, she must launch into a long sermon on the general betterment of the school and the individual. I, however, am not in favor of sermons of that kind, particularly the type attempted by very amateur editors. I am not able to discourse on how each and every one of us must help to uplift the school and maintain its principles, for I feel that I can with more propriety be preached to than preach of my own accord. Nor am I a Bolshevist throwing bombs at the established ideas of the readers of the Delphic. It is not my desire nor my place to do so, for I am merely a Senior of the Hall whom they call editor. This year I was told that I should have the privilege of seeing to it that another Delphic was presented to the school. Like many others on the staff, I felt a strange incompetency for the position and an ignorance of how to proceed in my task. In the months that followed there were times of discouragement. More than once we met the crisis that comes to every magazine staff—"No material, no finances." But gradually things adjusted themselves, and we came to enjoy our task. This year we followed the policy which the class of nineteen twenty-seven developed last year in making the magazine an annual. We remember it used to be a quarterly, then a semi-annual effort, and finally an annual. We hope that by having just the one issue we can make a connected record of the school year. We have put into it all our school activities—our Senior records, our athletic enterprises, a little poetry, some fiction, our achievements, our honors. For us, the Seniors, it is the last year at the Hall, and whether we go on to college or not, new interests and new activities will claim our attention, but of this year we want to have an accurate record which will keep it in our remembrance permanently. I know that it is not for one who is on the Delphic staff to commend the staff itself, but I think its members merit praise. They have worked individually, and they have co-operated in the hope of producing a Delphic which would reflect the true character of the school. It is for our readers to tell us whether or not we have succeeded. * * * Planning and discussing; blue prints; contracts. That was last year. This year we have it—the new building—and it was no air castle after all. The new building is not the wing which we hope to have in the future, but it is equally as satisfactory as any addition could be. The rooms inside are attractive, and outside we have a rock garden, arbors, and a lily pool with goldfish and a light house. Both in interior furnishing and exterior setting, the new building is delightful. �DELPHIC 29 Most of us remember the difficulties we encountered in former years entertaining in the cramped quarters of the main building. The unhappy seniors tried nobly to balance trays of tea-cups and cookies in the midst of the throng of guests—balanced sometimes with success and often with failure. But the faces of the seniors have now lost their strained expression as they go from group to group of guests gathered in the main room of the new building. And the guests themselves can converse with perfect case and calmness without danger of destruction from any source. This year the Operetta and the Senior Play were given with great success on the stage of the new building. Sometimes it does rain even in May or June, but this time Orlando was able to woo Rosalind without having in the back of his mind the fear that ' handsome satin doublet might be momentarily sprinkled by a sudden gust of rain if, between acts, he should be forced to leave the shelter of the gymnasium roof in a dash to the dressing rooms of the main building. The audience of admiring parents was not forced to hoist umbrellas nor feel the least concern for the health of their daughters shivering on the stage. It is indeed much, much better, and all the members of the Lower School who study there every day agree perfectly. * * Many people do not like to come face to face with frank commendation and praise, but the members of the staff of the Delphic wish in some way to thank those who have helped to make this publication possible. May we take the opportunity to do so here. There are many of them to thank, for the Delphic has been unusually fortunate this year in having excellent support. First, the Student Body, who have contributed finan­ cially and have filled the pages of the Literary Department. To certain members of the faculty goes credit for the contribution of such material things as type-writers, typing paper, and ink, besides their invaluable assistance and encouragement. To the publishers themselves we owe in great part the success of this issue. They have indeed been very generous with suggestions and help. And finally, the Advertisers—it is largely due to them that this publication has been made possible. May we help them as they have helped us. i �i / ; DELPHIC 30 i School Honors, 1927 In the American Chemical Prize Essay, the first prize of $20.00 in gold and a certificate of merit was won by: Harriet Mclsaac. i Her subject was "The Relation of Chemistry to the Apple Industry." The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best essay on Patriotism, awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters, was won by: 3 s! Helen Stratton. Her subject was "The Unknown Soldier." Winners of the certificates of merit were: Saville Riley Dorothy Enos Anne Latourette Peggy Jones Catherine Dahm i The Lincoln Medal offered to a High School student by the Illinois Watch Company for the best essay on the life of Lincoln was won by a Senior: Lucile Bowman. Two prizes of three dollars each offered by the Portland Chamber of Commerce for the best essay on Fire Prevention were won by: Helen Hyde Harriet Arenz The Alumnae Pin is awarded to the Senior of High Scholarship who has actively contributed to the school life. This honor was given to Mary Malarkey Honorable Mention: Imogen Wentworth Geraldine Kirby The Scholarship Prize for the Senior year for the highest average of college board examination ratings was won by: Janet Wentworth The The The The ! ' 1 i Pittock Cup for French: Mary Malarkey. E. H. Meyer Cup for Mathematics: Janet Wentworth. Alumnae Cup for Latin: Mary Malarkey. Pittock Cup for English: Mary Elizabeth Wheeler. �DELPHIC 31 TESTIMONIALS The First Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of: 90% 90% 95% 99% in in in in every study. attendance and punctuality, order, conduct. Geraldine Blodgett Lucile Bowman Elaine Hickman Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Emma Johnson Janet Wentworth Geraldine Kirby Mary Malarkey Helen Malarkey Marjorie Mautz Honorable mention was given for fulfilling the conditions of first testimonials except as to absence, when the absence was due to serious illness or late enrollment: Deborah Ball Margaret Price Madelon Brodie The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of: 85% in every study. 90% in attendance, order, and punctuality, 98% in conduct. Jane Boyer Jeanne Knapp Harriet Chase Sara Cannon Henry-Etta La Moree Dorothy McMillan Dorothy Livesley Elsa Boyer Mary Simmonds Elizabeth Zan Honorable mention was given to: Jane Cullers Mavis Hedberg Helen Gray Gatens Margaret Johnson Doris Wade ! �32 DELPHIC Elizabeth Barbara Manages Elizabeth Barbara had come to live with her cousin, Sidney Landrey, out of choice. She had walked around the family circle in a dignified fashion—stiff and odd in her black taffeta dress and her short, black socks. She had looked them all over, then she had chosen Sidney because behind the frigid mask of her face there had lurked a "smiley look." So few people had "smiley looks" in the Landrey family. Uncle Herbert had a "duty mouth" that looked as if someone had drawn it with a pencil in one straight line, and Great Aunt Louisa had eyes like gimlets that made small girls too conscious of cookie crumbs and untidy frocks. Next to Daddums, Sidney was the best, so 1 h/abeth Barbara chose her and went to live in the Bayview Apartments, which were at least two miles from the bay. Once away from the rest of the clan, Cousin Sidney donned her "smiley look and put some powder on her nose. She let Elizabeth Barbara wear red dresses and havecoffee for dinner once a week, and Elizabeth Barbara returned these favors with worship. But, now and then, Sidney lost all her sunshine when certain plain white envelopes arrived in an almost feminine handwriting. Elizabeth Barbara gathered that they were from a fourth cousin, a Gerald Adamson, who had given Sidney the diamond ring she wore on her left hand. She decided to find out about diamond rings and what they meant. It was useless to approach Sidney on the subject, however, so Elizabeth Barbara went to Michael. Michael and Elizabeth were pals, Ever since Michael had walked into the apartment so unceremoniously one night and had found Elizabeth Barbara in an unhappy heap on the floor, they had told each other things. It was easy to talk about Daddums to Michael, and Michael seemed to like to talk about Cousin Sidney to Elizabeth Barbara. So, one evening, when Michael dropped in from across the hall, and Cousin Sidney was making hot chocolate and sweet cakes in the kitchen, Elizabeth Barbara asked her question. "Michael," she said gravely, "what are diamond rings for, and why do they make people unhappy?” "Why, Betty Babs," Michael laughed, "what ever put such a question in your small head?” �DELPHIC 33 Elizabeth Barbara considered a minute. Michael's laugh was not a regular one, and his eyes were funny. I just wanted to know,” she answered. like it.” Cousin Sidney has one, and she doesn’t ' Elizabeth Barbara Landrey,” Michael cried, "are you positive?” Elizabeth Barbara regarded him scornfully. I ought to know,” she said. "She gets letters twice a week that go with the ring, and they always make her frown. Sometimes she cries.” Michael looked pleased. He took Elizabeth Barbara's small hands and started to say something, but just then Cousin Sidney came back into the room carrying a red tray and wearing a saucy little red apron. For two weeks after that, Elizabeth Barbara spent her evenings alone with the maid somewhere down the hall. On the maid’s nights out, Michael and Sidney condescended to stay home with her. Other times, they went off in Michael’s green roadster to a dance or a show. Elizabeth Barbara decided that she would be just like Cousin Sidney when she grew up—and work in the daytime in some big office and go out at night with a man like Michael. Then one day, Cousin Sidney received another letter, and, after she had read it, she sat for a long time staring out of the window. When Elizabeth Barbara went over to see what was the matter, she found tears in her eyes. "Cousin Sidney,” asked Elizabeth Barbara, "is it the diamond ring person again?” "Yes, honey.” "Well, please tell me what it means, your ring.” Sidney looked down at the ring on her finger. "It means,” she said slowly, "that I am promised to marry a certain man. see, Elizabeth Barbara, it is like a handcuif.” Do you "Oh,” cried Elizabeth Barbara, "but you can't marry anyone but Michael! Michael brought me home from school, today, and he told me that he would never marry any­ one but you.” Cousin Sidney began to cry. "Gerald will be here tomorrow night,” she sobbed. "At least, he thinks he will. He’s going to telephone me, but I was to go out with Michael. Oh, I do so much want to go with Michael.” �DELPHIC 34 "Give him back his old ring," said Elizabeth Barbara. "I can't, dear. I’ve promised, and a Landrey never breaks a promise. The family would never get over it." Elizabeth Barbara smiled to herself. She didn't like the Landreys—none of them except Sidney, and, of course, she had adored Daddums. "If he doesn’t call you before eight o’clock, will you go with Michael.' Elizabeth Barbara. "Y—yes- I will! asked I don’t care what he thinks.” Elizabeth Barbara heaved a sigh of relief and went into the kitchen to get cookie. A few minutes later, she went to pay Michael a call. "Now remember," she said on leaving, "if you don’t just make her say all right, tomorrow you’ll never have another chance. Don’t be scared, Michael; just say one for the money, two for the show, like taking castor oil." "A delightful comparison,” Michael answered with one of his boyish grins, and then he shook hands rather seriously. "Thank you, Betty Babs," he said. The next evening, Elizabeth Barbara studied her lessons composedly before the lire from seven o’clock until eight. At eight fifteen, she waved Michael and Sidney farewell from the doorway. At nine o’clock, she went serenely to bed and to sleep. Sidney did not get home until two o’clock. It took Michael and Sidney an extremely long time to tell each other good-night, since it was so late and they both had to work in the morning. At last she turned off the lamp and tiptoed down the hall. There was no need of quiet, however, for a sleepy, little figure clad in a brief, white nightgown met her halfway. Sidney knelt down and put her arms around Elizabeth Barbara. "Good heavens, darling," she whispered rather shakily, "why aren't you asleep?" "I want to know, Cousin Sidney," Elizabeth Barbara whispered back, "if you still have the diamond ring." "No— I haven’t," said Sidney, and squeezed Elizabeth Barbara’s hand. I have another one that’s— that’s nicer." Elizabeth Barbara gave a little wriggle of delight. to Cousin Sidney’s ear. "But— Then, she put her mouth close "Are telephone wires expensive to be fixed?" she queried anxiously. "I mean when they’ve been cut.” Myrtle McDaniel, ’28. �DELPHIC 35 The Art of Driving a Car It usd to be my firm belief that anyone who could drive an automobile was a person endowed by God with a special blessing—a sixth sense. A being so blessed did not have to learn to drive. He merely watched another for a moment, stepped into his place, and, utilizing this wondrous art which was his natural gift, managed the car with perfect ease and accuracy. He did not have to watch the road. He could easily converse at will with the other occupants of the car, because he was led by a super­ natural sense. No one ever need fear when riding in an automobile, because the driver was as dependable as the constellations. At one time, sad to relate, I was the lone unfortunate in the back seat when one of my friends, who had never driven a car before, decided she wanted to do so. She watched the present driver for a while and then changed places with him. As she did so. a wave of resentment swept over me. A sudden tightening of the muscles seized my whole body as I thought, "Has she the gift?’’ In a very few moments, my unspoken question was answered with actions. After a series of jolts—backward, forward, and sidewise—we started up the hill. However, we merely started, for suddenly we backed down again—directly toward the bay. When we stopped, with a great jerk, two feet away from that bottomless expanse of water, I decided very definitely that she was not one of the fortunates. Not until I myself attempted to drive, did I understand that the poor girl was merely going through what every beginner experiences. When I was forced to take the wheel of the car, I realized much to my disgust that I was not one of the chosen. How­ ever, my teacher kindly informed me that everyone goes through the same experience at first. To my dismay I found that in driving a car only practice makes perfect. I dis­ covered that a driver must keep his eyes and mind on the road and the car. Now, alas, in a car I no longer ride with that perfect ease and comfort which accompanied me formerly. Elizabeth Ann Johnson, ’28. i i i A Dinner Caroline had admired him, in pictures, for nearly two months, and now he was really coming to Seattle. He was only going to be there two days, but still she might have an opportunity to see him. If only her father would take her to the banquet, but she knew he wouldn’t, because mother wanted to go. Well, she would ask Uncle John; Aunt Margy probably didn’t want to go. A week later Caroline was sitting in a large dining room with several hundred other people. The orchestra started the national anthem, and he came into the room. All during dinner she sat looking at him. If she could only shake hands with him. But what was the use of thinking about it? It was out of the question. Still, she would ask Uncle John. And in his joking way he said, "We ll see.” Dinner was over. He came down the steps. People were crowding around him. She was standing in front of him. Uncle John gave her a nudge. She looked up at the tall young man in front of her and said, "Will you please shake hands with me?” "Why, of course,” he said. He was gone. People were crowding around her. She was too thrilled to move. She had shaken hands with Lindbergh. Jean Morrison, '29. �36 DELPHIC Little Pine Tree Little Pine Tree, growing high Toward the sky Where dwells thy God, Shooting upward from the sod, Pushing by Where many feet have stamped and trod; Tender branches, green and slim, The work of Him, Now your budding verdure raise In his praise The praise of God, Who, by his power drew you from the sod. Emma Wintler Johnson, '28. i i i The Blue Skies of Greece It is a pin- to disillusion those trusting and romantic souls who think of Greece in general and Athens in particular as a place where the sun shines brilliantly all the time and it never, never gets cold, but I feel that it is my duty to do so. I was one of those misguided people until I went there. I had looked forward to basking in the warm sun­ shine and thinking pityingly of my friends at home as 1 nibbled the famous Greek olives and feasted my eyes on the Parthenon. The morning that our boat arrived in the Piraeus, the port of Athens, a cold driz­ zling rain was falling. Although I was terribly disappointed, I told myself that, alter all, it had to rain once in a while everywhere, and probably it would clear up in the afternoon. Our guide met us when we got off the boat and escorted us to Athens. He assured us that this weather was an unusual and unheard-of thing. He continued to assure us the whole time we were there. We stayed in Athens ten days, and even7 day of the ten it rained. Of course 1 am used to rain, but the kind that falls in Greece is the coldest, wettest, most thoroughly disagreeable rain that I have ever experienced. Now and then the supply of water exhausted, apparently, and the rain ceased for a few minutes. At these infrequent mo­ ments we caught glimpses of the blue Attic sky, which our guide earnestly informed us was the bluest in the world. Maybe it was, but I didn’t care. The blue Attic sky only made the rain seem worse when it began again. There are many beautiful things to see in Athens, but most of them are out-ofdoors. and I am not enough of a lover of the beautiful to be able to appreciate it when J am drenched to the skin. The only things that I could really enjoy were those which could be seen in nice, warm, dry buildings. I would be ready to say that the sun never shines in Greece, if it had not come out the day we left. As we sailed away we could see the dazzling sunlight reflected from the white roofs of Athens in the distance. But what good did that do us? Barbara Clarke, ’2S. �1 DELPHIC 37 Just a Dog Dick is my little clog's name. He is just a mongrel, and the doctor, to whom we took our pet when he broke his leg, says that he is part Fox-terrier and part Spitz. If you will picture an all white, straight-haired fox-terrier, I will try to paint him to look like my dog. I will lengthen the short straight hair to a soft white coat about an inch and a half long and place a perfect black saddle in the middle of his back. As for the tail, that is a very short member and needs only to be made a coal black puff. The head is covered with very soft and velvety hair. His muzzle is gray. The big brown eyes are encircled with a pair of brown-rimmed glasses, which are held in the proper place by bows over each ear. The last bit to be altered is the top of the head, which is all black except for a "penny spot" in the middle. The almost forgotten ears are very black and fuzzy. Katherine Briggs, '28. i i i Donkeys One day, when mother and I were in Egypt, we decided to go to the city of Memphis, where there are some tombs of Egyptian kings. It was about twenty-five miles from Cairo, where we were staying. Upon inquiring, we found that it takes a whole day to get to Memphis and back because, although one travels the first twenty miles on the train, he must ride a donkey for the remaining five miles. We started out in the morning, mother wearing about the most inappropriate dress for donkey riding that could be imagined. We had left most of our clothes in our trunks in Paris, and mother had only two dresses that she could possibly wear without a coat. One of them was an old afternoon dress with fur trimmings, and the other, quite a good black satin suit. She insisted on wearing the one with fur trimmings, because she said she knew she would ruin the other if she wore it. When we arrived at the place where the donkeys awaited us, it took the guide, two men who accompanied us and carried the lunch baskets, and me at least ten minutes to get mother on her donkey. As we alighted several times on the journey to look at things and to have lunch, this process had to be repeated at least six times. Finally we started and, when mother had recovered from her fear of falling off enough to take an interest in other things, she asked one of the lunch basket men, who was walking beside her, what the names of our donkeys were. He asked if we were Americans, and when she had told him, he said that her donkey was named Yankee Doodle and mine Jack Dempsey. I wonder what they would have been if we were English? In due course we arrived at Memphis. After having gone into several subterranean tombs and eaten our lunch, we started back. On our return journey we met several groups of people riding donkeys. Jack Dempsey and the guide's donkey invariably greeted their brother and sister donkeys by raising their heads and making loud and raucous noises. Yankee Doodle never made a sound and trotted along as quietly as he could. He was trying not to attract attention to the dress that mother had on! B. Clarke, '28. �I f ; DELPHIC The Tragedy of Being an April Fool Baby For some unknown reason my entrance into this world was not heralded with , , much enthusiasm maybe because I was an April Fool baby from the start. Instead of living up to my parents’ expectations and being little John Jay Jr., I turned out to be merely Mildred. This was rather a blow to the family, but they tried to make the best of it. At first Dad thought that I was a nuisance because, with one member of my sex already in the family, he was getting rather tired of fussy little girls who had to have their way all the time. One day, though, my nurse dropped me, so from then on I was treated like a princess. When April Fool’s Day came in my fourth year, my mother let me have my first birthday party. I asked a whole lot of little girls so I’d be sure to receive a lot of presents. Alas, to my great surprise, most of my presents were empty boxes with papers in them saying, "April Fool." To comfort me Mother and Dad gave me a little ring, which I swallowed two days after my birthday. When I grew to be six years old and had the thrill of going to school, all the little boys used to tease me, saying, "Ha! Ha! You’re an April Fool," and treat me with huge boxes of candy which were in reality only chocolate covered onions and papers. Although I am a little older now, I can still look back and think of all the tragedies of being an April Fool Baby. Mildrfd Roberts, ’29. i i i A Speaker of Importance "Ladeez and gentlemun!" The speaker made a dramatic pause, and the audience, tense with interest, sat fairly on the edge of their seats in their eagerness to hear his next words. But the stillness was broken, for a soprano voice spoke from one of the front seats, "Mr. Speaker, maybe you ve forgotten that this is a stag party.” The speaker was v isibly embarrassed, but he gathered his forces together and began once more: Gentlemun! When I look upon your shining faces—” f i m Again the stillness was broken. "Quick, Beth, your compact, please." But the speaker seemed oblivious to the remark and continued: "My friends, it is with great pleasure that I am here today to-to—now let me see—to speak— ", 35 W A member of the audience, who seemed to be of more importance than the others, now put in a word: 'Mr. Speaker, it will be all right to leave that part out. You may proceed to the next.” ’ m Mi m §si iV; Hereupon the pompous orator seemed to lose his dignity entirely. He began to blush and to smile and then to laugh, and with him the entire audience laughed too, including the more important member in the rear of the room. . i "My friends, I thank you,” stammered the would-be orator. A;.« VA "You may take your seat and come in seventh period,” remarked the more important member in the rear of the room. And it was only the fourth year English class practicing oral recitations, after all. Janet Wentworth, ’28. I 1 S\ �DELPHIC 39 The Charm Gaily I ran through the forest—cracking the twigs under my feet—snatching at beams of sunlight trying to bar my way. I was too happy—too young to stop. Yellow and red leaves fell before me as I ran. I heard a soft caressing laugh—surely the laugh of a fairy. I tiptoed up to a big tree, I could peek just once. There in a fairy ring were six elves dancing and playing. I wanted to play with them. I quietly watched them—jealous of their fun and pouting just a little. A butterfly fluttered beside me. I turned to run after it. It all had vanished and the scene before me. It was winter—I was old again. The blind man had ceased playing his violin. Nancy Thompson, ’28. i i i Night The clock had just struck twelve. The moonlight streamed in through the open window and flooded a corner of the room. A jumble of pillows was revealed. There were pillows of all descriptions: pillows of gaily colored ostrich feathers, pillows of organdy ruffles, and pillows of lace. Around them a faint perfume seemed to cling and play on the clear night air. Annie, don’t you want to come over here in this pool of moonlight? It is most glorious.” "But, Richard, I'm very much afraid. If our mistress should awaken, it would mean the end of all our happiness.” "Oh, Annie, dear, come quickly. Our mistress is sound asleep, and I have so many things to tell you.” Annie looked especially beautiful tonight. Her dress was the bluest of blues—but no bluer than her eyes—and it was just short enough to show her dainty silver slippers when she walked. "Richard, this moonlight is lovely. It is just like having day in one spot and night all around it. You can jump from one into the other. Come with me and let us run through them.” "Annie, won’t you stop playing for just a minute? We have only a few short hours, and it has been so long since I have had you alone. Don’t you want to listen to me, darling?” "Of course I want to listen to you, you silly boy. But can’t you come and play with me for a minute first? It is such a lovely night to play,” begged Annie as she ran over to muss his hair. It was lovely hair to muss, so black and shiny, and it was always neatly combed. "Now I have you,” laughed Richard, "and I will hold you in my arms and smother you with kisses until you promise to sit still and listen to me.” "Oh, Richard, such a terrible threat,” Annie answered, her twinkling blue eyes betraying her true thoughts. "How could you be so cruel?” "It is you who are cruel,” said Richard. "Sometimes I doubt that you love me, when you tease and are so sarcastic. Forgive me for saying the things I did. I didn’t mean them.” "Forgiven, Richard—always when you want to be. And a kiss because you are so sweet.” The hours passed quickly as happy hours always do, and when the cock announced the break of day in his bold, intrusive manner, there was a mad scramble as the dolls of their mistress’ boudoir scurried back to their places. Nancy Thompson, ’28. �■i P;i 11 40 ! Scenes About School •> Janet Wentworth calling a Delphic meeting. Jean Adix and Helen Kaufman. Madge Mason looking for Mare. A few freshmen. Miss Stevens and some algebra students. Mid and her violin. Mare talking to the seniors. Beth Ann and a copy of As Yon Like It. Emma Johnson thinking. Vast heaps of seniors. Marjory Holman looking bored. The deficiency list. Betty McRobbie registering sweetness. Ritzie playing with her hair. Vee and her appealing gl ances. Our eleven-thirty dancing cl ass. A copy of Burke’s Conciliation. A dignified senior with the giggles. 1 ; i ' ■ ' ; Nancy Thompson, ’28. i A- B J ■ / HI !£v DELPHIC w ■ m m m iM , (ii . : i \ ft N �’p. ■ - ■ M 1 r:. - [Oi =: '• '■ ' i g ;r F- . i N i. - .8--. School spirit and good sportsmanship—the two most important qualities in any ath­ letics. It is our hope that the girls who have represented the school in all interscholastic competitions have been true exponents of those qualities. �DELPHIC 42 r.-HSJR First School Team B. Butler J. Knapp . J. Smith, E. Hawkins S. Cannon, H. Adelsperger (Captain) Center Side Center Forwards . Guards . Second School Team Center Side Center . Forwards . Guards . Seniors K. James . D. Insley, J. Wentworth . G. Nelson, N. Nevins, S. Reed . M. Denton, E. V. Kaser, V. E. Kaser, H. Malarkey Class Teams J. Knapp E. Kaser, J. Wentworth E. Hawkins, B. J. Averill . H. Adelsperger, E, Kaser (Captain) C. . F. G. . . s. c. . Sophomores C. . B. Butler (Captain) D. Insley ...... S. C. F. . N. Nevins, S. Reed, J. Smith M. Denton, H. Malarkey, E. Sheeley . G. . Juniors K. James . A. Geddes V. Insley, M. Roberts (Captain) . S. Cannon, D. Lichty freshmen ....................................... D. James K. Dant P. Cullers, G. Nelson (Captain) J. Loomis, H. Stratton �! DELPHIC 43 Tennis The rainy season was a great handicap to the playing of our tennis tournament this year, and the finals will be played much later than usual. There were sixty-four entries for the senior singles, thirty-four for the junior singles, and sixteen for the beginners. Some very good games were played in running off the tournament. Some of the players were so evenly matched that no one could foretell the results. In one section of the quarter finals, Elisabeth Kaser and Josephine Smith played hard for first place. The former won in a three-set tournament. In another section Sally Cannon was victorious, and Mary Helen Carr was runner-up. Sally Reed and Helen Adelsperger competed in the third division of the quarter finals, and Sally's steady playing won for her. Jane Dutton was defeated by Elizabeth Hawkins, also in the quarter finals, and this left two very interesting matches for the semi-finals. Josephine Smith and Sally Cannon played a splendid two-set game, the latter winning. Sally Reed and Elizabeth Hawkins played an exciting match, which was finally won by Elizabeth. By this process of elimination the same two who played in the finals last year will play again for championship some time in May. The junior tournament was quite exciting. Betty Butler and Jane Grahamc played the semi-finals, and Jane won. Janice Hedges defeated Genevieve Woodard, and then, by defeating Jane, won the Junior Cup, which was given by Josephine Smith and Mildred Roberts. The beginners' tournament was won by Betty Holman. She played an unusually good game for her first season. The "Days" doubles, made up of Sally Cannon and Elizabeth Hawkins, defeated the Boarders doubles—Josephine Smith and Virginia Holland. In this game, as in all the others, the battle was hard fought, and much work and perseverance were shown. �44 DELPHIC Basket Ball COACH IMPRESSIONS Helen Adelsperger—Captain, Guard. "Ritzie,” this year's captain, and guard for the last three years, deserves much credit for her splendid work. She has played a year more than any other player. We regret that this is her last. Jeanne Knapp—Center and Side Center. Her speed and jumping ability in our games have shown us why she has held first place in the high jump at the Multnomah Athletic Club for several years. We are sorry that this is her senior year. Sally Cannon—Guard. Sally, our tennis champion, is a much-feared guard. When the ball comes in her division, she always gets it. We are glad she will be with us next year. Elizabeth Hawkins—Forward. ''Bets,” also a senior, has been an important part of the scoring element. Her work in shooting unusual baskets and in tiring her guard have been much admired. Josephine Smith—Forward. "Jo” and "Bets” have worked out a number of passes which have been most effective. "Jo’s” shots from under the basket have won many points for us. Betty Butler—Center. Betty has made a formidable center. Her height, combined with good coordination, make her a center to be reckoned with. Sally Reed—Forward. In Sally we find that "Good goods come in small packages.” She is alert, swift, and sure. Her way of darting under the arms of her guard and shooting baskets is noticeable. Nancy Nevins—Forward. "Here, there, and everywhere” that the ball may be, we find Nancy. Always ready for a quick pass to Sally or a shot for the basket. Helen Malarkey—Guard. Though not very large, "Cherub” was ever a surprise to the forwards she guarded because of her speed and alertness. Dorothy Insley—Side Center. "Dot I.” possesses both accuracy and perseverance. If one looks for the ball in a game, she will find "Dot I.” in that vicinity. Janet Wentworth—Side Center. Janet is an all around good player, dependable and steady. We shall miss her next year. Grace Nelson—Forward. Grace, though a Freshman, has won a place on the school team. Her ease in shoot­ ing baskets and her accuracy predict a successful future. Marion Denton—Guard. Marion has a way of getting the ball just as the forward reaches it. This means a toss-up, which usually results in Marion’s favor. Katherin James—Center. Katherin’s first year on the team. She will give our first team center some hard competition next year. Mildred Roberts—Forward. "Mid” certainly can get the ball in a hurry when it is in her division. She has possibilities for an excellent forward for next year. Elisabeth and Esther Kaser. The Twins were not only full of pep when leading our yells but also good substi tutes in the game. Nan Adams Knapp, Coach. I s i �A CALttlOanJ Days of study and work and days of recreation—teas, dances, games, entertainments. It has been a colorful, enjoy­ able year—one which we shall all long remember. I �DEL PH IC 45 Calendar September 6. The "day dodgers" register. Most of the boarders have arrived. We bid good-bye to joyous vacation days. September 7. Classes begin today. We are all here, old girls and new, ready and waiting to uphold the ideals for which the Hall stands. In between classes we find out what a "wonderful' time everyone had during the summer. September 14. Everyone goes to hear Lindbergh speak at the Sta­ dium. All the girls are in ecstasy. They have seen "Lindy" in person. October 4. The Old Girl-New Girl dance at B’nai B’rith Hall. The initiation is a success! We didn’t know Hall girls liked doughnuts so well! October 5. Poor boarders! They missed their sleep last night. Ritzie and others attend classes in a daze. October 12. Assembly. A fireman from the Portland Fire Department gives us a talk on Fire Prevention. He does an unheard-of thing—causes the students to think. Essay prizes are awarded to Harriet Arenz and Helen Hyde. October 14. Another assembly. Major Cross, the noted British lecturer and explorer, gives us an interesting talk illustrated with lantern slides. Now we know that strawberries will keep that school-girl complexion, and that squirrel coats may be purchased for S3.75. October 19We need discipline. The Student Government is formed. Woe to the unlucky girl who exhibits silk stockings, non-regulation dresses, and poor conduct. October 21. We are entertained by the Alumnae. It is indeed a novel feeling. Piano and vocal solos are enjoyed by the students and a few visitors. October 23. Reverend and Mrs. Townsend of Cuba visit our chapel at Evensong. October 29. Excitement prevails. Is everybody ready? boarders’ first dance of the year. It is the �DELPHIC November 3. The Faculty Tea is held in our new building. The only mishaps of the afternoon are such incidents as gen­ erally mixing names. Mildred Roberts entertained us with two violin numbers, and Nancy Thompson sang wo selections. November 7. Student Government summons offenders. We all re­ solve to reform. November 10. Reports. And we thought we studied enough to get an "A.” November 11. Armistice Day! week-ends. All boarders are enjoying special November 14. Lord Archibald Flower, Mayor of Stratford-on-Avon, gives us a splendid talk on Shakespeare. November 17. Community Chest workers make a touching appeal for aid. Sister Superior's sug­ gestion that we help the Chest for our Thanksgiving charity work is eagerly accepted. November 22. Our money for the Chest is counted. The Freshmen have given the most. November 23. Thanksgiving vacation! Need we say more? November 28. Blue Monday. Why can't we settle down to work? How we envy those people who can concentrate! December 12. Helen Adelsperger, better known as Ritzie,” is unanimously elected captain of the basket ball team. December 13. The peppy Kaser twins are elected yell leaders. We expect to see a rise in school spirit. December 14. A long anticipated day. The boarders present their Christmas Cantata, and many day pupils spend the night at school. If boarding were always such fun, there would be no day students at all. December 15. Victory is sweet! We defeat the Academy of the Holy Child 65-1 in the first basket ball game of the season. �DELPHIC 47 December 16. Christmas vacation. Almost three weeks of play before us. The boarding department looks as if a cyclone had swept through it. January 4. School begins once more. We find that Santa Claus donated many leather jackets. January 12. A candy sale to raise money for the Delphic. result, of course, is highly satisfactory. The January 20. Reports. Enough said! January 23. Exams begin, and we lose no time in discovering how little we know. February 3. The Lower School presents Pierrot el les Korrigaits, a French play taken from the folk lore of Brittany. Mile. Cocaine directed it, and it is indeed well done. February 7. Mr. Jones of the Boychuk-Jones Studio shows us exquisite colored lantern slides of the Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes. February 18. Our only basket ball defeat of the year. Mt. Angel Academy plays a hard, fast game of ball and carries away the laurels with a score of 26-13. Where were the Hall rooters? February 22. We celebrate Washington's Birthday with appropriate exercises. Someone tries to tell us that Washington linin't cut down the cherry tree. The Sophomores, by winning the class game, prove their superiority over the Freshmen. February 23The Seniors follow suit by defeating the Juniors 18-14. February 24. Mrs. Reinhart, President of Mills College, gives us an inspiring talk on American Girlhood. February 28. The Hall wins over Reed College in basket ball 28-14. The yell leaders instill pep in everyone. March 6. The closest and most exciting game of the year is played between the Seniors and Sophomores. The Sen­ iors are victorious with a score of 26-24. �48 DELPHIC March 9This time the Academy of the Holy Child is defeated at the Hall with a score of 68-6. The Academy girls are certainly good sports. March 13. i ii Miss Foulkes delivers an interesting lecture illus­ trated with selections on the piano, upon the opera, The Snow Maiden. The opera will soon be given in Port­ land, and the girls are planning to see it. March 16-20. Our spring vacation. The first touch of real spring weather, and such a good time as we had1 March 20. Try-outs for the Senior plan. The class has decided to tty to be Shakesperian actors and present As Yon Like It this year. April 4. Confirmation at a lovely service in the chapel. Eight Hall girls are confirmed by Bishop Sumner. April 6. Good Friday. The boarders have services in the chapel. April 8. Easter Sunday. Early services in the chapel and, following breakfast, the Easier egg hunt. April 12. Sister Superior sends the boarders to see the Bess Whitcomb players in Bernard Shaw’s You Never Can Tell. May 2. The Glee Club presents its annual operetta. It is The Persian Princess this year, with Marie Bernard in the title role, supported by a large chorus. May 10. Several of our more gifted members present a de­ lightful musical in the new building. May 17. The Alumnae entertain the graduating class at tea. The mighty twenty-nine are informed that they are now members of the Alumnae Association of St. Helen’s Hall. What a strange sensation it is! �DELPHIC 49 June 2. The Lower School presents a charming entertainment for the student body and friends. The cast of the senior play is universally envious of the talent and poise which they display. They are playing "Home Sweet Home.’ It is the June Prom, the last dance at the Hall for twenty-nine of us! June 3. Our Baccalaureate Sunday! It means so much to us that even the undergraduates grasp the feeling that prevails. Bishop Sumner delivers his Baccalaureate Ser­ mon to the graduates at St. Stephens. Afterwards, the seniors serve the graduates at luncheon at school. And finally, the class picture is unveiled with appropriate ceremonies, and the Del[>hies are distributed. It is in­ deed one of the happiest days of the year. June 4. As Yon Like It presented by the senior class. Our new building makes possible an evening performance. The last day at the Hall! The Bishop celebrates the Holy Communion in our Chapel, followed by breakfast in the dining room. The senior breakfasts with Bishop Sumner presiding are always a memorable event, and ours is no exception. Later everyone meets at Trinity for our final Commencement practice. At seven o'clock in the evening the early arrivals are at the Parish House. The procession starts at eight-thirty, and as we march up the long aisle, singing the well-learned anthem, "Ancient of Days," it is hard to keep back a sob from one’s throat. After the presentation of the diplomas, the Bishop's talk, and our school song, we march slowly out, full-fledged graduates of the Hall, each bearing in her heart the hope that she may prove worthy of the diploma she carries. �50 DELPHIC The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party was celebrated at the B’nai B’rith Hall this year, and was it a success? Yea, verily. As each old girl had as partner a new student or a teacher, every one felt as if she "belonged." At eight o’clock we had the grand march. According to custom, the Sisters and several of the teachers judged the costumes. Two boarders, Laura Ellen McKallip and Betty Jane Collins, carried off first honors by their clever portrayal of Spark Plug " Katherine Briggs, dressed as a vegetable vender, and Dorothy Rogers in the style of the "Gay Nineties" took second and third prizes. Our clever committee introduced several new stunts. We congratulate the new girls on the way they cooperated in the initiation. They have that elusive thing. School Spirit, and we welcome them to St. Helen’s Hall. The Boarders’ Dance The boarders made merry at their first dance, October 29th. The school hall was decorated with ferns and evergreens, while softly shaded lights completed the picture. Can you imagine a glorious night, a heavenly moon, a smooth floor, and incomparable music? If so, in your mind's eye, you can see our dance. We had moonlight waltzes too. Frank Walsh featured with his "slow drag" and showed us just how it should be done. Late in the evening we enjoyed coffee, cake, and sandwiches. We were fortunate in having such obliging patronesses as Mrs. Barnard, Miss Stevens, and Mrs. Deane. The Senior Prom On the 4th of February, 1928, the Senior Class successfully established a new precedent. Hall Seniors have given dances for many years but never before had one been a Formal. Nineteen-twenty-eight carried out the tradition of doing everything a little better than it had been done before. Our patrons and patronesses were Bishop and Mrs. Sumner, Mr. and Mrs. L. J. Wentworth, Mr. and Mrs. L. H. Holman, Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Malarkey, Mr. and Mrs. H. V. Carpenter, and Mr. and Mrs. L. S. Martin. Eager, excited girls with their escorts began arriving at eight-thirty. Everyone was anxious to make a success of our dance; pep and enthusiasm were not lacking. We danced until ten-thirty, and then Bishop Sumner told us of some charades in the dining hall, but immediately after the grand march, when we had crossed to the main building, instead of charades, Sister Superior had a delicious supper for us. Back at the hall, all too soon twelve o’clock came, and although the last dance was encored again and again, our Prom was over. Only the memory of the best Hall dance remained, but that memory will last for some time. Sister Superior and our other Sisters deserve the thanks of ever}' Senior, because it is due to them that our dance was such a glorious success. - �sgr.;; {a // U« it : /; :: $/ Mil HU H : :. :i ijLJi if ’Li sj U ULi-. mm I-O-D- (WrJll v2r'- i. . ' To all corners of the globe we look for the girls of for­ mer classes. If we have not mentioned all of them in these few pages, it is not because we have forgotten them. They are still with us in memory, even though they are not pres­ ent in our class rooms. ■ m - ��If DELPHIC 51 Old Girl Notes ’15 The small daughter of Mrs. Harold Dekum Gill (Amy Robinson) entered the Lower School this fall. Mrs. Gill is very active in Junior League work. ’19 Mrs. Harry Clair Jr. (Mary Helen Spaulding), who resides in Ridgefield, Wash­ ington, makes frequent visits to the city. 20 , £ Elizabeth Kelly is a frequent visitor to Portland from her home in Hood River. Virginia Thatcher was married to Edward Thompson of Pendleton the first of Sep­ tember. They are now making their home in Astoria. ’21 Mrs. James Pitman Ramsey (Janet House) often comes to visit her parents in Portland from her home in Bremerton, Washington. Mrs. Douglas Nical (Eveline Thatcher) has a baby daughter, born the middle of December. Mrs. Alfred Newman (Thyra St. Clair), who has been living in Shanghai for some time, visited in Portland recently. '22 Mrs. Frederick Alva Jacobs, Jr. (Marion Farrell) has a baby son, Frederick Alva Jacobs III. Mrs. Jacobs has been very active in amateur dramatics and Junior League work. Mrs. Donald Drake (Janet Griffith) has a second son, Franklin Griffith Drake, born in March. Virginia Edwards has announced her engagement to Mr. Herbert R. Earle, Jr., of Detroit. The wedding will take place very soon in Boston. Phillippa Sherman has been married to Mr. Jack Seabrook and is living in Portland. Both Mr. and Mrs. Seabrook attended the University of Oregon. Frances Spaulding attended the Junior League Convention in California in the early spring. :•- r£ 2! m,: mi m. -,Z �52 DELPHIC ’23 Hazelmary Price is planning to go abroad the middle of June to be gone until September. Margaret Spencer has been traveling in the south for a short time. Mrs. Richard Gill Montgomery (Dorothy Haradon) has a small son born in the fall. Lillian Luders, after being graduated from the University of Oregon in January of this year, took a business course in Portland. Bess Allen has been very successful with her music and now has large classes of young pianists. Florence Niles, since being graduated from the University of California, has been in the Advertising Department of the Journal in Portland. Mrs. Churchill Ettinger (Elizabeth Edwards) has been very successful in art. of her drawings have appeared in Eastern magazines. Many Gertrude Ireland has announced her engagement to Mr. Edwin Mott, Jr., of St, Paul, Minnesota. They will be married in June and are planning to live in Olympia, Washington. ’24 Irene Brix is teaching kindergarten at the Hall this year. Virginia Fenton is making an extended visit in the East. Katherine Hart is planning a trip to Europe early in June. She will probably be gone until September. ’25 Mrs. Jack Crandell Watson (Beverly Roberts) is now residing in Portland. Catherine Martin and her mother left in February for an extended trip abroad. Evelyn Meyer, who is attending Wellesley this year, spent the spring vacation in Burmuda. Celeste Proctor is attending Smith College. Lillian Bennett, who is traveling with the Chicago Civic Opera, was a visitor at the Hall when the company was playing in Portland. The wedding of Dorothy Statter to Mr. Waldon Byers of Pendleton took place in March. They are planning to make their home in Pendleton. Marian Statter, ’26, was her sister’s maid of honor, and Mayanna Sargent, ’25, was one of her bridesmaids. Analene Cohen was a recent visitor at the Hall. She is attending the University of Washington this year. �DELPHIC ■ ' 53 ’2 6 Phyllis Henningsen and her sister Ardeane left recently for China, where they will spend about two years in Shanghai at the home of their sister, Mrs. Severin Harkson (Doris Henningson, ’20). May Belle Allen, Catherine Van Schuyver, and Elizabeth St. Clair are attending die University of Oregon this year. Mary Mildred Reynolds, Elizabeth Martin, and Eleanor Poorman, who are attending the University of Oregon, visited the Hall during the spring vacation. Nancy Chipman and Helen Abbott are at Reed College. Helen Hembree has substituted at various times this year for us. Katherine Moore was recently married to Mr. Novert Jaurman. 27 Margaret Johnson is attending the University of Washington this year. Elaine Hickman, Dorothy Livesley, Elizabeth Zan, and Mary Louise Zan are at­ tending Mills College. Serena Morrison is studying at the San Francisco Art Institution. Dorothy Dunham, who has been at her home in Klamath Falls this year, visited the Hall recently. Geraldine Dye, Jane Cullers, Margaret Price, Lucile Bowman, Geraldine Blodgett, Esther Scarborough, Helengray Gatens, and Juanita Wilkinson are attending the Uni­ versity of Oregon. Helen Love is now employed in her father’s office in Bend, Oregon. Deborah Ball, Harriet Chase, and Jane Boyer are attending Reed College this year. Chauncey Devereaux, who is also attending Reed College, spent several weeks in Honolulu at Christmas time. Virginia Leadbetter is attending the Cornish School in Seattle. Mary Malarkey, who attended the University of Oregon this winter, has been spend­ ing several months in California with her family. Mary Alice Meyer is at Miss Ransom’s School in California. Jean Rosenblatt returned during the fall from an extended trip abroad. Mavis Hedberg was married to Mr. Harry L. Newton early last fall. Imogen Wentworth is attending the University of California. Mary Elizabeth Wheeler is at Miss Master’s School, Dobb’s Ferry, New York. spent the Christmas holidays in Portland with her family. Jane Ladd announced her engagement to Mr. Earl G. Tormey in April. ding will take place in June. The wed­ Geraldine Kirby and Doris Wade are attending business college in Portland. Rosamond Strieker is studying at the Portland Art School. She ■■ - ■ • �54 DELPHIC The Delphic wishes to acknowledge the following exchanges: "Rennselaer Polytechnic”—Rennselaer Polytechnic, Troy, New York. "Re-Wa-Ne”—Reno High School, Reno, Nevada. "Argos”—King Edward High School, Vancouver, B. C. "Kodak”—Kemper Hall, Kenosha, Wisconsin. "Jabberwok”—Girls’ Latin School, Boston, Massachusetts. "Columbiad”—Columbia College, Portland, Oregon. "Croftonian”—Crofton House, Vancouver, B. C. "Garrulous Pine”—Miss Catlin’s School, Portland, Oregon. "Academia”—St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. "Lewis and Clarke Journal”—Lewis and Clarke High School, Spokane, Washington. "The Sally Port”—St. Mary’s School, Peekskill, New York. "Columbiad”—Columbia College, Portland, Oregon. Your stories are very original, and the section on athletics is well developed. We particularly enjoyed your Christmas number. "Academia”—St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. Your poetry department is strikingly good. Perhaps a few more snap-shots would add to the interest of your magazine. "Re-Wa-Ne”—Reno High School, Reno, Nevada. One of the most interesting school magazines we have seen so far. Your illustra­ tions and athletic notes are unusually good. Your "Diary” is very interesting, and your stories are good. Your student body must be extremely active. "The Sally Port”—St. Mary’s School, Peekskill, New York. Among your stories we particularly enjoyed "The Quest” and "The Legend of the Bell Tower.” The poem, "The Ode to the Sun,” was very well written. We hope to receive your magazine again. �i ■ DELPH IC 55 mm U Us • ' ' r - •« ; V :fe •' : Tf Motto Never let your studies interfere with your education \ Teacher— What part of the problem couldn’t you get?” K. D.—"The answer.” * * * Teacher—"What were some of the queer things that Samuel Johnson did? M. Bennett—“Well, he married.” * * * Teacher in Virgil class—"Please scan these lines, girls, and when you finish you should have six feet.” * * * Teacher—"Please pass out quietly, girls.” * * * Teacher—"Who was the great reformer responsible for the separation of Church and State in Colonial days?” Bright Student—"Will Rogers.” * * * B. H. (in chemistry)—"Listen to that stuff smell.” * * * Teacher—"Helen, compare the ways of living in Colonial times with modern times.” Helen—"Well, they were civilized.” �56 DELPHIC 66 / I EARS have a Way of erasing the past from, the memory of man. Today We laugh and * live and remember. Tomorrow We laugh and live and forget. Memories of those days long since past are treasured. Through your memory booh The Delphic, you can laugh and live and remember, Modern portraiture is an art truly interpretive of character•— commemorative of personality. 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T Teacher—"What kind of schools did they have in the Middle Ages?” Ritzie—"Knight schools.” * * * "There are many exciting dates that never get into history.” * * * Mildred— Roommate, I love you so much I’d even give you the shirt off my back.” Esther—"Yes, ’cause it’s mine.” There's No Chum / / like your own CHUMLEY — when it comes to buying your favorite frock, coat and sports-wear — is there! CHUMLEY Fashions Exclusive at WVio's 309 Morrison Street i uout \vosVerl f Postofficc Opposite CLARKE BROS. Florists Fine Cut Flowers for All Occasions 287 MORRISON STREET - A.—"I think the front row in English IV is Scotch.” : A.—"It can’t even pay attention.” ■ For Novelty Jeivelry i / SEE ME : THE BUSH PHARMACY Corner Eleventh and Montgomery Sts. If 1/ Is New, Wc Have 11 PHONE—BEACON 6726 N. SOLOMON Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk 169 Broadway : : v fife ‘ : -'re-T B.—"Why so?” Pantages Theatre Building Portland, Oregon . �* i'­ ll DELPHIC 5S 1 ' Style Center of the Northwest 3|ggu&f5 •^§8SBi!8.aK ru wwii ;;;r *• j ■j Portlands Own Store” i ; ! Teacher For what was Grub street in London famous?” Emma—"Its restaurants.” * * * FOR CHEMISTRY STUDENTS ONLY Teacher-'Carbon tetrachloride is used like gasoline to dissolve fats." J. Hedges— Oh, a reducing agent.” * h0rsebadc"rider/' *“ ^ * * 2 dMe for the B°^s' ; he’s a marvelous j i I w. r. McDonald company inc. GENERAL INSURANCE AND SURETY BONDS Phone—Beacon 4184 921-924 Yeon Building PORTLAND, OREGON All losses adjusted and claims paid direct from our office We will be glad to give you advice whether we carry your riskon any Insurance or not �i D 12 L P H I C 59 SipmanrWof|e Co. cLMerchandise of o'Merit Only” Compliments of BROWN - BATES Fountain Lunches Sundries / / C. G. APPLEGATH Drugs Stationery CURTAINS AND DRAPERIES Established 1870 "Everything for Your Windows” EXCLUSIVE FURRIER The Curtain Store, Inc. Portland. Oregon Beacon 6516 173 Park Street Portland’s Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH STREET i i BROADWAY 454S �DELPHIC 60 “One of America's Exceptional Business Colleges “ There is no Substitute for CHAS. F. WALKER PRESIDENT —hence ‘Northwestern’ Superiority Our Latest Book Move Your Future Forward FREE Upon Request NORTHWESTERN ==\^'SchoofofCoinmerce fj) i 341 SALMON, AT BROADWAY PORTLAND, OREGON Xf The long bob is the predominating favorite of the moment —it is noticable— more femine with the back edge in curls. 100 UNGAR BUILDING Phone Beacon 3355 m Oi Conservative Custodian JIBERNlfeM �= 61 DELPHIC Hazelwood Pastries, Candies and Ice Creams ara recognized everywhere as being the finest you can offer your guests! They’re unsurpassed anywhere for Variety, Quality and Goodness! Use Burt Olney ...... .- - •-•-5 Brand PHONE—TRINITY 1294 Fancy New York Free Delivery -<-K BROADWAY & EAST SIDE Hazel woods Canned Vegetables 1 r- S Confectioneries and Restaurants E. Broadway & Wheeler 127 Broadway Forty-first and Sandy The Perfect Senior WE AIM TO PLEASE Hair . . . Jean Adix. Complexion . . . Betty McRobbie. Eyes . . . Katherine Briggs. Eye-lashes . . . Esther Kaser. Nose . . . Virginia Holland. Mouth . . . Nancy Thompson. Teeth . . . Dorothy Rogers. Dimples . . . Helen Kaufman. Hands . . . Barbara Clarke. Compliments of .. . DAN E. BOWMAN’S MOYER CLOTHING COMPANY THIRD AND OAK STREETS r’ .... , . - ^ :: •A 'v. m2 : ~ m I �62 DELPHIC ion Qifts A FRAGRANT Cedar Chest that can ^ be obtained Walnut or Mahogany Veneers, a Boudoir Clock, or many other novelties of which there is a wonderful dis­ play on our Gift Balcony. .-*■ HI r :i HENRY JENNING & SONS Washington Street at Fifth Feet . . . Marjory Holman. Figure . . . Elizabeth Ann Johnson. Brains . . . Emma Johnson. Artistic Ability . . . Barbara Jane Averill. Literary Ability . . . Myrtle McDaniel. Athletic Ability . . . Elizabeth Hawkins. Power of Concentration . . . Kathryn Mansfield. Dancing Ability . . . Maxine Bennett. Style . . . Helen Adelsperger. Knowledge in Modern Literature . . . Harriet Arenz. Good Sportsmanship . . . Janice Hedges. HONEYMAN HARDWARE COMPANY PARK AT GLISAN STREET ''Portland’s Largest Hardware and Sporting Goods Store” Golf, Tennis and Archery Supplies Jantzen Swimming Splits �* 1 r DELPHIC 63 1000 Paying Positions Where high school graduates get their final preparation for a busi­ ness career. ENROLL ANY TIME Start now to train for success, in­ come, travel, promotion and a real position in life. m ' t^ I were filled by Behnke-Walker last year from its list of stu­ dents, graduates and former graduates. It could have filled several hundred more, but de­ mand as usual outran supply. lyTy i ■ - \ . • ■■■ [Be Write for FREE Success Catalogue PORTLAND. OREGON BEacon 3138 r i Good Naturedness . . . Louise Holford. Pep . . . Elisabeth Kaser. Sense of Honor . . . Mary Aileen Martin. Piano Ability . . . Eveline Hall. Dependability . . . Mildred Peterson. Modesty . . . Bernice Mars. Conversational Ability . . . Mary Helen Carr. Capability . . . Janet Wentworth. Agility . . . Jeanne Knapp. COMPLIMENTS OF . • • JOHN F. KAUFMAN AND SONS . Ci ■■■ ana �■ DELPHIC 64 IRELAND’S Attract Young People Because: 1. Excellent Food. 2. Real Service. 3. Convenient Locations. 4. Friends will always be found there. IRELAND’S 365 Washington Street 125 Sixth Street 1 i ; j KNIGHT’S \ FIXER FOOTWEAR Our New Compliments of 1 Holland, Briggs & Noyes ■ i: 825 Yeon Building ;• v II; Portland, Oregon DEPARTMENT MULTO-MAID Styles for the Modern Miss $6.50 to $10.00 KNIGHT’S SHOES — HOSIERY I F Morrison and Broadway ill * : S t ■ 1 51 | < I;?l !l ; �DELPHIC 65 V SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS WA ifhii ■ [ • . Simonds Saw and Steel Co. The Saw—Makers SAWS •=• KNIVES * FILES <- STEEL £3 'M SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS r ■ �DELPHIC 66 Compliments of THE BANK of CALIFORNIA A NATIONAL PORTLAND, DANK OREGON $ixtk Street at Stark Can You Imagine: Helen Adelsperger keeping something to herself? Jean Adix a wall flower? Maxine Bennett calm and reposed? Harriet Arenz without her purse? Barbara Jane Averill selfish? Katherine Briggs with blue eyes? Mary Helen Carr a bore? Barbara Clarke in overalls? Eveline Hall paying her class dues on time? GO FORWARD WITH THE / r WEST COAST NATIONAL BANK SIXTH AND OAK STREETS PORTLAND �DELPHIC 67 Put Us to Work . . Let us help you in the planning and preparation of your catalogs, folders, and direct mail advertising. We are rendering such service to many progressive concerns. JAMES, KERNS & ABBOTT CO. Ninth and Flanders Streets : : Portland Elizabeth Hawkins unwilling to argue? : V.-: . " •n- Janice Hedges winning a marathon? Louise Hoi ford without her glasses? ■ Virginia Holland without an ailment? y- Marjory Holman running for a street car? : Elizabeth Ann Johnson unwilling to help anyone? Do yon know why the girls Decker Business College INDIVIDUAL INSTRUCTION have worn a path to Choose Your Subjects ami Specialize Miss Baird1s door? WE PLACE OUR GRADUATES DAY OR NIGHT SCHOOL GOOD EATS Phone—Atwater 4520 Alisky Building Portland, Oregon Emma Johnson turning cart wheels on our front lawn? Elisabeth Kaser cold and languid? Esther Kaser dieting? Helen Kaufman without Jean? Jeanne Knapp a vamp? Beacon 4151 Beacon 4152 HAZLETT’S GROCERY, BAKERY AND MEATS WE DELIVER THE GOODS Our Motto: "Quality Goods; Right Prices” II. C. WITMAN, Meats 374 Eleventh Street : Corner of Montgomery Beacon 769S DR. ROBERT B. BRANDON DENTIST Selling Building Sixth and Alder Streets—Suite 1215 PORTLAND, OREGON �70 DELPHIC Compliments of the Senior Class . �DELPHIC 71 BRANDES CREAMERY Man nfile hirers of "BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER Cream, Milk, Buttermilk, Eggs and Cheese Our Plant is the Finest on the Coast PI-ION US: Broadway 7082 Broadway 7081 - : '. ••• " ' -im : I a Fire? "Has it been put out?” "No!” i A mad stampede, a "survival of the fittest”! The children and the helpless knocked down, trampled upon and left—by a mob crazy with the thought of the alarm. On they come—ignorant of anything in their way. Screaming, yelling—fighting to get ahead. Down the hall—over chairs and tables. Eyes shining with intensity. Life or death— "It’s out!” Nancy Thompson, ’28. The boarders’ mail! COM I’Ll M ENTS OF LUBLINER FLORISTS Martin and Forbes COMPANY Florists • r.'> I Sfifi 361 Alder Street 387 Washington Street (Pittock Block) Broadway 2753 Portland. Oregon Sealy-Dresser Company MORTGAGE LOANS GROCERS City Mortgage Company BAKERY PRODUCTS, CATERERS FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES Third and Alder Streets Broadway 6201 210 Porter Building "'.r-V Portland, Oregon Mortgage Loan Correspondent NEW YORK LIFE INSURANCE CO. . �72 DELPHIC Compliments of the Junior Class �DELPHIC \ l 73 ^ r'c\ mshs&m ; ::':<:WW0^r " >#?■'m ' :i i If i i iW *i, ‘ Sj®4s —a—U v __ ^T/CiC £> ~.:W Women particularly appreciate the convenience of banking at the United States National where all departments of banking are under the one roof and management. Broadway aired Suj&llh. ail slairlk “One of the Northwest’s Qreat Banks” • .; it Si) >~: ' & '. i 1Z- �DELPHIC 74 ^llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllltlllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllHIIIMI^ I Hand Bags and Leather Goods | | 1 i = = i i l J-JAND bags in all the latest styles and finest leathers. Overnight cases, card cases, hat boxes and all high grade leather goods. A most satisfactory place to trade. = = = = Fine Stationery and Engraving ^pJ-KGSHCi1. Broadway 6021 cBoof(S€ller$^Statio?icrs^ Office Outfitters 6 Fifths and^tar^Streets = = | = ^iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNiiiiiHiiiiiiiNiiiiiiiiiiimiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiii^ Western White Cedar Co. Manufacturers of PORT ORFORD CEDAR. LUMBEK "THE WOOD ETERNAL” �DELPHIC 75 Compliments of the Sophomore Class C norcive a WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS, CARDS ENGAGEMENTS, AT HOMES. ETC. CjJleel CJie CfJlampind and (Dnibossind Social Stationery Desk Accessories fi"mm Leather Ooods Filth & Oak Sts.. Portland �DELPHIC 76 ~(o In the world of wall decoration Grasscloth is rccogmrcd as the most artisticanddurableof all coverings + + + + Hand-woven, hand-colored, it comes in lovely tints, and studied _ combinations of color ++ + + II you are planning redecoration, oi coverings foi new walls be . . . sure to see , r/V’w *• j (m X \ ' GlU-YS'S CLOTH r eh ^Berger ^Bros Xm \ J/— idS - ir\th =/c> Henry Berger, Jr. Studio of Photography THE BARN * * -- BROADWAY AND COLUMBIA �f; ;• •' ■ AUTOGRAPHS .. r m m umm. ; 2g&$ : 6^ ■ *J*V : t (* I : ! I 4- BAM: �� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic 1928 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1928. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1928 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic1928-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/d3ee53a033cadfcf7dfd48418af25b48.pdf a670b1d1b323fa0d7107f21559dd789b PDF Text Text * N&£ p % f . £* �j: ; 1 t = = = = : THE DELPHIC ST. HELENS HALL PORTLAND, OREGON = = ! H = I = = : : I; 1 = 1 ! i = !; i = = = = = = ! ! = = June, / 927 I = ! = TillllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllillllllllllillilllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllillliillilllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllilliT? i �. ■ �-- — -5- i; . ; 1; « 1 Iklpbic Htfaff Editor-In-Chief MARY MALARKEY Literary Editor. Assistant Literary Editor. A alendar Old Girl Notes. GERALDINE ; BLODGETT ELIZABETH ANN JOHNSON : S ROSAMOND STRICKER ....\ MARY ELIZABETH HURON S MARY ALICE MEYER l CHAUNCEY DE VEREAUX ! i DOROTHY LIVES LEY ELAINE HICKMAN Music and Entertainment. A thle tics .GERALDINE Exchanges. KIRBY LUCILE BOWMAN HELEN LOVE i Art. Advertising. I SERENA MORRISON HELENGRAY GATENS l MARGARET JOHNSON ) JANE CULLERS (VIRGINIA LEDBETTER [JANE BOYER Business. il ' MARY LOUISE ZAN MARGARET PRICE •r - �The Delphic is published once during the school year. subscribe. Eiterary communications should be addressed to the Business Manager. ters and subscriptions to ... All students should the Editor-in-Chief; business let- Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 27 JUNE, 1927 Number 7 �“1 Contents £ i Cover by Helengray Gatens Page Editorials ___ .. 20 School Honors 23 Literary 29 Juvenile 53 Kalendar ........ 25 Old-Girl Notes 55 Exchanges ...... 22 Athletics ..... - 57 Jokes ............. 61. Advertisements 65 �10 Geraldine Dorothy Blodgett f Jane Cullers 3 i | 11 w; : 1 �DELPHIC sT IR.I Chauncey Winslow Dcvereaux Dorothy Marguerite Dunham Helengray Patricia Gatcns �r ; ..■«.— / Mary Elizabeth Huron Margaret Eleanor Johnson : : . • %*:■ ■sa ,V i i s ii Mary Virginia Ledbetter i > *» Henry Etta LaMoree r- . '■ -' �DELPHIC Serena Bellinger Morrison �i'l ? * 1 $ • ■ ■ , •; I 7" ■ ■ I �DELPHIC 15 �i 16 DELPHIC Class MtU ft 1 8 : We, the senior class of nineteen hundred and twenty-seven, hereby bequeath to all future seniors Our senior dignity Our Burke’s Conciliation outlines Our ability to get money for the Delphic Our ability to make a candy sale a huge success Our ability to keep the girls from wearing silk stockings The joys of having pictures taken Individually we leave as follows: I Deborah Ball, leave my ability to suppress a giggle to Mildred Peterson. I, Geraldine Blodgett, leave my thin but wiry figure to Sue Sargent. I, Lucille Bowman, leave my long hair to Marion Kinney. I, Jane Boyer, leave my switch to Jean Morrison. I, Jane Cullers, leave my love of tennis to Mary Helen Carr. I, Chauncey Deveraux, leave my French marks to Emma Johnson. I, Dorothy Dunham, leave my quiet demeanor to Sally Reed. I, Geraldine Dye, leave my hairpins to Connie Green. 1, Helengray Gatens, leave my talent for drawing to Blanche Stabler. I, Mavis Hedberg, leave my ability to make up Latin to Josephine Smith. I. Elaine Hickman, leave my ability to stay subdued to Vee Holland. I, Mary Elizabeth Huron, leave my hunger to Elizabeth Kaser. I. Margaret Johnson, leave my poise to Esther Kaser. I, Geraldine Kirby, leave my Irish sense of humor to Agnes Gordon. I, Henry Etta La Moree, leave my school girl complexion to Sally Cannon. I, Jane Ladd, leave my ability not to talk in class to Harriet Arenz. I, Virginia Ledbettei:, leave my even disposition to all seniors, know­ ing they’ll need it. I, Dorothyh Livesley, leave my air to Juliet Applegath. I, Helen Love, leave my literary ability to Marjory Holman. I, Mary Malarkey, leave my place on the basketball team to Betty Butler. I, Mary Alice Meyer, leave my ability to study in class to Jane Fales. I, Serena Morrison, leave my appetite to Esther Kaser. I, Margaret Price, leave my ability to collect money to Barbara Jane Averill. I Jean Rosenblatt, leave my riding ability to the boarders. I Esther Scarbrough, leave my boyish hair sut to Jean Adix. �DELPHIC 17 I, Dorothy Sellwood, leave my unseniorlike giggles to Maxine Bennett. I, Mary Simmonds, leave my ability to concentrate in study-hall to Helen Adelsperger. 1. Rosamond Strieker, leave my love of Chemistry to Myrtle Mc­ Daniel. 1, Ardella Sweek, leave my love of curls to Nancy Thompson. I, Doris Wade, leave my typing ability to Marjory Weightman. I, Imogen Wentworth, leave my stateliness to Fran Loomis. 1, Mary Elizabeth Wheeler, leave my ability to argue to Helen Hyde. 1, Juanita Wilkinson, leave my unassuming manner to Frances Ninn eman. I, Elizabeth Zan, leave my height to Marion Bilyeu. I, Mary Louise Zan, leave my blue eyes to Helen Owens. �18 H DELPHIC Class ^ropljecp H The ’27 class of Saint Helen’s Hall has greatly distinguished itself. Its ship is launched, and anchors have been cast in most interesting places. Europe seems to have momentarily claimed many of the girls. Ger­ aldine Kirby is well-known to many as an eminent Parisian osteopath, while Mary Alice Meyer has become a great favorite among the French ma’m’selles as the vender of an effective reducing soap. Virginia Led­ better has won everlasting fame by jumping off the Eiffel Tower with a parachute. A famous circus is now touring Europe, and many of the girls have found there a field for their talents. Lucile Bowman is a tight­ rope Walker, Mary Elizabeth Huron, a contortionist, Jane Cullers, a snakecharmer, Doris Wade, a trapezist, and Imogen Wentworth, a bareback rider. Jane Ladd is the lion tamer, and Deborah Ball sells hot-dogs. In Switzerland we find Mary Simmonds as an Alpine guide. In England Mavis Hedberg recently defeated the noted auto racer. Captain Seagrave, and Henry-Etta LaMoree, having swum the Channel, is planning to enter the contest to swim the Atlantic. In New York we find Margaret Johnson, as a “human fly”, scaling the walls of the Woolworth Building. There too is Dorothy Livesley making a fortune in coat-hangers. Dorothy Dunham has been hailed as a “second Houndini’”. Mary Malarkey has opened a Permanent Wave Shoppe there, and I hear that Mary Elizabeth Wheeler is her first cus­ tomer. Senera Morrison is chaperone in a ladies’ seminary, and Margaret Price is an earnest “soap-box” orator on the subject of the abolishment of moving-picture shows. Elizabeth and Mary Louise Zan are celebrated on the vaudeville stage as the “Dottie Sisters”. Geraldine Dye and Elaine Hickman are archeologists, and at present are exploring Aztec ruins. Rosamond Stickler is in Detroit and is general manager of the Ford Automobile plant. Esther Scarbrough and Juanita Wilkinson are with her, having made Detroit the center of their chain of penny candy stores. Many of the girls are still in Oregon. Ardella Sweek has won many honors by riding bucking broncos in the Pendleton Round-Up. Harriette Chase is following the lucrative career of a window washer, while Jean Rosenblatt is a plumber. Dorothy Sellwood is a radio announcer, Helen Love is selling a species of improved fly-paper, and Helen gray Gatens is a scissors-grinder. Chauncey Devereaux has founded a home fQ1 sailors’ orphans at Gearhart. Two of the girls are still to be seen daily near the Hall: Jane Boyer is a street car conductor on the Hall Street line, and Geraldine Blodgett is selling Ireland Lunches. r ir­ sr ;■ ;f{ '-f . ' : �DELPHIC H>t. Helen's pjall ^cactjerS Miss Kittrell, Mlle. Sciilebv, Miss Stevens, Miss Orotii, Miss Thompson, Mrs. Knapp, Miss Bartlett, Miss White, Miss Eaton. 19 �20 DELPHIC b i 0 *11 (Editorials; Navis nostra est (ledacta; quo ancoram iaciet. “Our ship is launched; where shall we cast anchor?” How many different sorts of ships there are, from stately Roman triremes and Spanish galleons down to the practical, busy, noisy, little steam tug! Each ship was built for her own purpose; some for fishing, some for freighting, some for battling, and some for carrying passengers. The little pleasure launches were not meant to try to cross the great Atlantic, nor were the large men-of-war designed for yacht-racing. So are we all fitted and equipped. Everyone cannot be a Caesar or a Napoleon; there must be some private soldiers to fill the ranks when a mighty army is needed. Our first thought in answer to the question, “Where shall we cast anchor?” should be, “What port are we best fitted to make?” Should we hasten toward Newfoundland harbors or to great western lumber ports? Should we set out to reform and rule all the world or to make one par­ ticular corner a better place to live in? Each one has a course to sail which will bring her to the right harbor. But how many are there who mistake the route and blunder again and again till they strike the right, true way? How many who have lost themselves in a fog and sail aimlessly hither and thither trying to find the light again? Their compasses have failed. We start out on our voyage well equipped. Here, at Saint Helen’s Hall, we have been furnished with charts to guide us on our journey, and it is our responsibility to see that our consciences—the compasses of those who sail the sea of life—are steadily pointing us on our way toward our highest ideals. �DELPHIC 21 LOYALTY Loyalty is a wonderful quality. It is this which makes a country thrive, a business, a success, and a school, grow. Unless all stay together in an underttaking, the venture cannot be a complete success. Girls, if you are at all interested in your school, and I know that you are, help us accomplish what we attempt. Pay your dues on time; we need your help. Co-operate with us in activities. Let us make everything we do representative—not the work of one or two. LEND YOUR SUPPORT Girls, are you proud of your school, St. Helen’s Hall? Of course you are. Don’t you want your Delphic to be the best kind of magazine? Surely you do. Therefore put forth your best efforts and let’s see what you can do. Don’t leave it for someone else, girls, but say to yourself: “I’m as much a pail of this school as anyone, and I’ll show them I am!” Next time you have a written assignment in English, plan to write it so well that the Delphic will ask for it. When you are called on to prepare something for the magazine— whether it be a poem, description, or a narrative—do your utmost before you say you can’t; for there is no such word as “can’t.” Every girl in High School can write a little, or she wouldn’t be there, and so if you are asked to contribute, say, “I’ll try.” Then do your best. It may not always be accepted, but your efforts will be appreciated, and they will show that you have the right school spirit. �i DELPHIC 22 ^7 I . •; EXCHANGES The Delphic wishes to acknowledge the following with thanks: “SIDE LINES”, Middle Tennessee State Teachers’ College, Murfrees­ boro, Tenn. “THE COMET”, West Pittston High School. “THE ACADEMIA”, St. Mary’s Academy and College, Portland, Oregon. “THE WARD-BELMONT HYPHEN”, Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Tenn. “THE COLUMBIAD”, Columbia University, Portland, Oregon. “WORKS AND DAYS”, Miss Burke’s School, San Francisco, Cal. “THE ROSEMARY QUESTION MARK”, Rosemary Hall, Greenwich, Conn. “THE MAGPIE”, St. Margaret’s School, Waterbury, Conn. “THE SCROLL”, The Washington Seminary, Washington, Pa. “THE IVY”, St. Mary’s Hall, On the Delaware. “WORKS AND DAYS”: All of your departments are good. trations are very clever and original. Your illus­ “THE ROSEMARY QUESTION MARK”: Your magazine on a whole is very good, and your club notes are especially interesting. - l “THE MAGPIE”: We enjoyed your magazine very much. Your literary department is especially good. “THE SCROLL”: Your stories are well written and your departments well organized. Could you, perhaps, use a little more poetry? -V-\ , £■ :-' - 4 �DELPHIC 23 SCHOOL HONORS 1926 The medal awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters to one of the members of the first or second forms of the Upper School for the best Essay on Patriotism was given to BLANCH COE (Subject—What America Can Do for the World: The Peace Problem.) Winners of Certificates of Merit: MARION DENTON HELEN STRATTON ALICE DEVEREAUX JOSEPHINE SMITH LAURA ELLEN McKALLIP The Alumnae Pin, awarded to the senior of high scholarship who has most actively contributed to the school life, went to Dorothy Mautz, the President of the Class of 1926. In the American Chemistry Prize Essay Contest first prize of $20.00 in gold and a certificate of merit: ELEANOR POORMAN (Subject: The Relation of Chemistry to the Enrichment of Life.) In the C.C. Beekman Oregon History Prize Contest for 1926, Margaret McCall received the fourth prize of $30.00 in gold and a beautiful bronze medal. Honorable mention: NANCY CI-IIPMAN ELIZABETH ANN JOHNSON Honors based on high marks received in Eastern Colleges Entrance Board Examinations: Scholarship for senior year for highest marks in six points was won by: MARY MALARKEY The Pittock cup for English: MARGARET McCALL The Pittock cup for French: DEBORAH BALL AND MARY ELIZABETH WHEELER The E. I-I. Meyer cup for Mathematics: MARY MALARKEY The Alumnae cup for Latin: DEBORAH BALL �24 DELPHIC TESTIMONIALS The First Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 90% or above in every study. 95% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 99% in conduct. H' . . DEBORAH BALL The Second Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an aver­ age for the year of 80% or above in every study. 90% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 98% in conduct. BETSY ABBOTT GERALDINE BLODGETT NANCY CHIPMAN JANE CULLERS HELENGRAY GATENS HELEN HEMBREE CORNELIA IRELAND ELIZABETH ANN JOHNSON GERALDINE KIRBY VIRGINIA LEDBETTER ELIZABETH MARTIN MARY ELIZABETH '• B - . DOROTHY MAUTZ KATHARINE MOORE MARGARET McCALL MARY ALICE MEYER MARY MALA RICE Y dorothy mcmillan ELEANOR DOORMAN MILDRED ROBERTS DOROTHY TAYLOR MARIA WILSON JANET WENTWORTH WHEELER �r KALE N DA R. ��DELPHIC 25 Ealenbar SEPTEMBER 8—School began. There were several new teachers and many new girls. The opening services were conducted by Bishop Sumner in the School Chapel. OCTOBER 7—The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party was held at B’nai B’rith Hall. Everyone came in costume. Prizes were awarded: Katherin Briggs, dressed at Saturday Evening Post, won the first one. After the New Girls were initiated, refreshments were served and dancing followed. OCTOBER 24 All the boarders went to Trinity Church to hear Bishop Quentin of Canada. NOVEMBER L A party of boarders, chaperoned by Miss Thomson, went to hear the first Symphony of the season. NOVEMBER 2—All Soul’s Day. Early service, which was held at S o’clock, was attended by teachers, boarders, and a few day girls. NOVEMBER 3—Sister Superior hired a large bus to take the boarders to get a glimpse of Queen Marie of Roumania. We all had an uproarious time, and it was really funny the number of people who tried to hail our bus. NOVEMBER 5—End of First Quarter. NOVEMBER 8— The Senior Class held a candy sale, clearing about ten dollars. NOVEMBER 10—Armistice Day Exercises. The trees given by the Bishop, the Alumnae, different classes and friends of the school were planted. The program included patriotic songs, recitations, and a talk by Bishop Sumner, which were followed by refreshments. NOVEMBER 11—The boarders who stayed in during the holiday were agreeably surprised when Sister Sent them to the Opera “Winona” at the Auditorium. NOVEMBER 13—First Boarders’ Dance. The room was gaily deco­ rated with coral and orchid streamers while numerous and many colored balloons were suspended from the ceiling. After an evening of music and laughter, the partners departed and we dragged our tired but happy selves upstairs to dream about it. NOVEMBER 15—Six of Miss Thomson’s pupils appeared in joint re­ cital with Norma Fullerton, cellist, and the Glee Club. �DELPHIC 26 NOVEMBER 17—The Annual Teachers’ Tea was given for the Mothto meet the Teachers. The seniors served. ers NOVEMBER 25-29—Thanksgiving vacation. DECEMBER 12—First snow. DECEMBER 13—The Glee Club recital was held in the big hall of the school. Later there was a sale of fancy-work, candy and refreshments, while a jitney dance was “jazzing” away in the recreation room, The program was given to raise money for the new organ. DECEMBED 15—The Christmas Cantata given by the Boarders. Several of the Day girls spent the night. DECEMBER 16—Bishop Gilman of Wuchang, China, spoke to the girls of the missionary life in China. DECEMBER 17-JANUARY 4—Christmas Vacation. JANUARY 7—Miss Reed, in behalf of the Near East Relief, gave us a talk telling of the conditions in Armenia. JANUARY 24-28—Mid-year Exams. JANUARY 31-FEBRUARY 7—School closed because of scarlet fever. We returned to find a new chaplain, Father Evans. FEBRUARY 11—Bishop Ivins of Wisconsin gave a short talk in chapel. FEBRUARY 13—The boarders went to Saint David’s to hear Bishop Ivins. FEBRUARY 17—A party of boarders went to hear II Trovatore. FEBRUARY 22—Holiday. FEBRUARY 23—Miss Thomson entertained her music and art pupils with a tea at her home. 1 u FEBRUARY 25—A party of Boarders heard Kreisler play. FEBRUARY 26—Second Boarders’ Dance. The room was decorated in green and white, bunches of pussy willows, and yellow daffodils. This gave a fresh appearance which made one feel that spring had indeed come. Everyone was “pepped” up for a good time, and we had it too, in spite of the fact that the orchestra failed us and we had only a pianist. FEBRUARY 29—The school adopted a Great Dane Pup which was promptly named “King Canute”. MARCH 11—Reed game at the Hall. Hall, 30—Reed, 3. MARCH 16—This time we played Reed on their own floor and again we were victorious. The score being 28-6. �DELPHIC 27 MARCH 17—St. Patrick’s Day and everyone blossomed out with a bit of green. MARCH 19—Miss Foulkes gave an illustrated lecture on the Opera “The Ring” by Wagner. MARCH 31—End of the Third Quarter. MARCH 31-APRIL 5—Spring Vacation. APRIL 15—Good Friday. We were glad to have the three hour serv­ ice in our own chapel, where Father Evans gave very interesting addresses on the Seven Words from the Cross. APRIL 17—Easter Sunday. APRIL 29—Mississippi Flood Lunch. We wished to do our own part to relieve the people suffering loss from the flood. Each, class brought its share of food, which was arranged in the dining room and sold in cafeteria style, with satisfactory financial results. MAY 3—Confirmation. MAY 12—The Glee Club Operetta, “The Feast of the Little Lanterns,” and the Latin classes’ presentation of a Roman Wedding were given at the Woman’s Club. . May IS—The Juniors entertained the Seniors at Chanticleer Inn. After a delightful luncheon, the guests danced in the room overlooking the Columbia. MAY 21—The Alumnae Tea. MAY 24—School Picnic in the Hall Gymnasium. JUNE 4—The Spanish play, “Zaragueta”, was given on the school stage; then “Quality Street” by J. M. Barrie was presented by the Seniors as the English play. JUNE 5—Baccalaureate Sunday. The services were conducted by Bishop Sumner at St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral. J r - JUNE 6—Senior Prom. JUNE 7—Senior Breakfast, the Bishop presiding. Commencement. :' ?•'.! m i �28 DELPHIC MY TORTOISE-SHELL CAT i Ah, my tortoise-shell cat, With the large amber eyes, He sits in the corner And looks very wise. II I-Ie’s a tail like a plume, And a purr like a drum— And with him, our Bruno Has no end of fun. Ill For when I’m not looking. Poor Tommy is treed! And I must come running, To see that he’s freed. IV But at night you’d not know him. So different is he! lie’s not the same cat That was up in the tree. V For he struts up and down, With an aspect so vain, You never have seen Such a proud, gallant swain. VI And when, to Maria, His fond love is told— The heads in the windows Are sights to behold! VII Their expressions are vicious, Their threats—they are worse. I could never repeat them In this little verse! si IsE fif- m ■ ■ i VIII Ah, my tortoise-shell cat With the large amber eyes, He sits in the corner And looks very wise. Helen Mainrkey, ’30 .• . - �H>emor£ # ��DELPHIC m ■zf 29 EM i THK LEGEND OF WALLOWA In a tiny corner of Eastern Oregon there is today a lake four miles long and one mile wide, and a more beautiful cannot be found. It has an Indian name, Wallowa, meaning clear, deep and full of beauty. All three words describe it. At present, its perfection is somewhat marred by being raised above its normal depth for irrigation purposes; but the first time I saw it, it was surrounded by the white sand which is usually seen only at the ocean beaches. This lake is bounded on two sides by high ridges, on one end by a slight hill and on the other by three beautiful mountains. About twenty-five feet beyond the sandy shore are tall, state­ ly evergreens. Just a mile up the mountain from the lake is a rushing, roaring falls which feeds it. Here nearly one hundred and fifty years ago, was situated Chief Kahgahgee’s village of 1800 Indians. Chief Kahgahgee stood at the head of the lake with his daughter; both were in deep thought. Chief Kahgahgee was indignant. Ayesha had dared suggest to him that it would be a wise thing for him to give her to Wawbeek, the son of a chief whose territory lay around the Minam River. Was his daughter in love with that young brave whose father hated him? Ayesha was already promised to a chief in the Powder River Valley, and promises could not be broken. “No, such can never be. You must marry Adjidaumo before the Moon of Strawberries, which is only twelve days away. I shall send a messenger tonight to tell Adjidaumo that the wedding feasts shall start as soon as he arrives. In the meantime you are not to leave our village without some braves, accompanying you. I will not have you stolen. Go! I have spoken.” Ayesha received this blow as only an Indian would. Not a muscle twitched; her face remained expressionless. Long after her father had left, she stood gazing out over the waters, a solitary figure. Ayesha was a beautiful maiden, and more than one heart knew it. “I shall die first,” she whispered fiercely.. “I cannot marry Adjidaumo. 0 Wawbeek! Where are you? How can I get word to you of this hateful proposal?” Three days passed and still no word from Wawbeek. Late in the af- �DELPHIC was standing, gazing out over ternoon of tlie fourth day, Ayesha again at the other end appeared first one the lake. Coming up over the hill come. At their head Indian and then an^er^”“ °Ve“ ° wasrShe might have loved him had rode Adjidaumo met Wawbeek high in the mountains the night her best she not first _ half starved and so friend had died. The wolves had treed her; she was cold when Wawbeek came, sent by the Great Spirit, it seemed to her to save her life. Since then they had met often at a trystmg p ace ia between the two villages. letting any Silently she slipped back to her wigwam without . , ,of the Vc visiting, Indians see her. There she stayed until it was very daik. As quietly as she came in she went out. A huge bonfire was burning not fai from her wigwam. Could she escape unseen? She tried—and failed. Just as she thought she was safe, a puppy nearby barked so suddenly that she cried out. and immediately the whole village was in an uproar. Ayesha tried to appear innocent—as if she had been playing with the miscievous little pup which had barked at her, but more than one sus­ picious glance was cast in her direction as she marched back into camp laughing and calling to the puppy. Who could have told that under her laughing face lay a heart ready to break? There would be small chance of slipping away now. She would be guarded like a captive. Still she would outwit them. For four days she tried to find a way to escape. Finally she found it. Near her tent there was a small hollow in the ground which ran back about fifty feet into the timber. That afternoon, only four days before her wedding, Ayesha asked to have her tent moved. Her father did not suspect anything, for had not Ayesha been quite cordial to Ad­ jidaumo these last few days? She seemed to have forgotten Wawbeek Soon after nightfall anyone who had been watching closely could have seen a small figure crawling along a light hollow in the ground until out of sight of the village. Then it broke into a run. Ayesha gave a peculiar call and soon Buckskin, her favorite cayuse, was standing at her side. Mile after mile they sped, Buck going always at his tireless canter, across many hills and valleys before she finally came within call of Wawbeek’s camp. Ayesha mutated a coyote twice, then an owl, the lovers’ secret callThree times she repeated it before she heard a drowsy crow reply. \Va'vbeek had heard! Before long Wawbeek was standing beside her. “Ayesha,” he said wonderingly, “where have you been? You hav® not come to our trystmg place for many days. I went every night un ■ast evening, when 1 gave up hope.” �DELPHIC Quickly she told him her story. And even now,” she finished, “they may be pursuing me. beek! what shall I do? 0 Waw- “Ayesha,” Wawbeek answered firmly, “you must go back to them. The eleventh night 1 will come for you, giving three times the distress call of a dove at dusk, so they will suspect nothing. I will leave horses at the foot of the lake. We cannot chance taking them in there where they may be discovered. We will try to reach the Seven Devil Moun­ tains on the Snake River where my father’s brother is chief. I will bring a canoe in case we need to hasten across the lake.” “Across the lake, Across the lake Wallowa? The sacred Lake of Ma niton? “But if we are pursued and caught—it means death for me and a life of misery for you; while Manitou may pity and help us.” “Oh Wawbeek, please don’t let’s do it unless obliged, for Wallowa is sacred and we shall be breaking sacred laws by rowing on it. However, if necessary we can, but we shall probably be followed by misfortune all our lives as a result. When a dove calls, I shall answer if I dare and come immediately. Be at the big tree by Wallowa Falls. And now, farewell. It is unsafe for me to remain longer.” “Farewell, O my heart.” Swift as the wind Ayesha returned to her village, turned her pony loose, circled the camp, and entered from a different direction from the one she had taken in leaving. The whole village was asleep. In an hour would come the dawn. No one had missed her. Sbe slept. Dusk of the evening before the marriage ceremony, somewhere in the forest a dove in distress called once, twice, three times. But no an­ swering call came. Neither did its mate. Ayesha was frantic. A dove in distress had called three times and she had been unable to answer. At her father’s express wish, she was sitting with Adjidaumo in the midst of their people. Some time later the dove called again, once, twice, three times, She must act quickly or not at all. Turning to Adjidaumo she said: “It is strange that the do\e still calls for help. I wonder if I can make it answer.” She gave the answering signal and again came the bird’s sobbing notes. Smiling up at Adjidaumo she asked: “Wouldn’t you like to walk out there and see what is wrong?” Then as several braves started to follow, Oh! can’t we go alone, just you and 1?” she whispered, still smiling. Adjidaumo was delighted. Perhaps she did like him after all! seen. thought she was quite the most beautiful maiden he had ever “Stay here!” he commanded his braves. “If I need you, I will call.” So saying, he and Ayesha started off toward Wallowa Falls where �f l ; DELPHIC 32 she knew that the roar of the water would drown any call he might make for help. He followed her down into the basin which the Falls had dug through the centuries. The moon rose just as he was ready to begin his love making. But something else happened, too. Something hit him on the head, and he felt himself falling—falling—down was the only into a bottomless pit of darkness. “Ayesha! Run! . . . tiling he said. i" yy II I In the village no one noticed that they could hear no cry of a dove. Neither did they notice that some time had elapsed since the departure of Adjidaumo and Ayesha. But just as the moon rose, Adjidaumo’s dog pricked up his ears, whined and trotted out into the darkness, taking the same path as the two had done, Soon, faintly and far away the mournful death howl came floating back on the night breeze. Adji­ daumo’s warriors started up in alarm. Following the dog, which was rushing frantically back and forth as if urging them to hurry, they ar­ rived at the Falls, where they found their chief unconscious. A hasty search for Ayesha proved that she was nowhere near. They hurried back to the village, to tell everyone that Ayesha was gone. A party started in pursuit, Kaligahgee having told them that Ayesha was prob­ ably running away with Wawbeek. Down at the head of the lake, the two lovers saw that they could never escape without using the canoe to row across the sacred Lake Wallowa. “Wawbeek,” Ayesha whispered, going to happen out there.” “Nonsense! You are excited. “I feel that something awful is That is all.” They pushed out on the lake just as many Indians broke into sight. The Indians were dumb-founded. They did not pursue the couple fur­ ther, for if Manitou let them row across his sacred lake in safety, his blessing would be upon them; and if they did not get across safely, Manitou would punish them severely enough. Out in the middle of the lake the maiden gave a startled cry. “Wawbeek! Look!” From the lake rose a huge green-eyed monster which came ever near­ er to the lovers. The people on shore saw it too, and when it went back to the depths, boat and occupants had disappeared. Legend has it that the monster swallowed the canoe and its occupants. sacred fulfilling the doom Manitou ever pronounced on polluters of his waters. kind of a Today no faithful Indian will venture into the lake in any boat. Mary Elizabeth Huron, ’27 �DELPHIC 33 AN APPLE TREE Summer The wind rustled gently through the branches of the old apple tree. The sweet summer-like smell of the waxy pink and white blossoms was caught and wafted away on the breeze, The tree was old and gnarled, but glorified by its summer raiment and the light from the rising sun. For four hundred summers had it stood there with the wind sighing softly through it. Generations had walked beneath its quiet shadow, and still it stood there, as it had stood since even before the time when one of our Puritan ancestors beneath its spreading boughs had knelt and thanked his God for bringing him to a country so beautiful and so free. Slowly the morning became a day; a shepherd passed by, driving his sheep before him; a lone horseman galloped past; a stooped and bent old man plodded slowly on his weary way; and a barefoot boy, with fishing rod across his shoulder, shuffled along in the dust, whistling merrily. Thus were the scenes enacted along the rustic road which wound like a creeping serpent over hill and dale and on its course passed the apple tree. As the sun reached its zenith, the summer’s day became sultry, the morning breeze no longer stirred the blossoms, and droning of bees seemed only to intensify the stillness. Suddenly in a tiny brook, which was almost hidden in the thick, coarse orchard grass, a speckled trout jumped with a little splash. The moment of seeming deadness was gone; a thousand myriad noises possessed the place, where but a moment ago silence had reigned supreme. It was night. A full moon, surrounded by her whole army of followers, like a queen in silver raiment followed by her maids of honor, shed a pure and milky radiance o’er the world. Under the apple tree was fairy­ land; the moon, shining through the blossom-laden boughs, cast its mellow light on the ghost-like daises. Winter The winter’s blast whistled loudly through the bare branches of the apple tree, causing it to sway and creak fantastically. Gone was the old tree’s summer beauty; bent and gnarled with neither spring’s sweet blossoms nor fall’s green leaves to clothe its barren boughs, and yet— snow drifting against the trunk, tiny icicles hanging from the branches, gleaming like precious jewels in the cold, white sunlight—what lovelier sight could one wish? On the sharp, winter air a clatter of sleigh bells was heard, the sedate old judge driving swiftly, amid a flurry of ice and snow, to the day’s work. A group of school boys chattered merrily by, dragging sleds and planning ! �mv. •: f lit 34 ; to go coasting as soon as school was out; but what long weary hours to wait till three! About four o’clock the early winter twilight closed in. In the distance, dimly seen, were the lights of the meeting-house, There came, mellowed and softened by the snow, the rolling of the organ and the harmonious voice of the country choir. Thus the old apple tree stands through summer and winter, fair weather and foul; and so it will continue to stand buffeted by the winds and breezes until some enterprising city swallows it up. Madelon Brodie, T; |! ■ I \m \\ : W 1:1 |! m : Hi r: .«*■ •|| THE LITTLE TOY CAT ?! All tattered and torn, And one-eyed and worn, Sits the little toy cat, with a smile. Though his stuffing is out; He gives never pout. His yarn grin is bright all the while. m i* I DELPHIC I-Ie radiates cheer, Though he has but one ear, And his leg is all ripped up the side. His one eye is gleaming; His sweet smile is beaming So jolly, so friendly, so wide. ; i e; :i i 1 jI His features are spoiled, And his face is so soiled, And his tail is no-one-knows-where, Yet to me lie’s been dear For many a year. To me there’s no toy half so fair. Emma Whitler Johnson, ’28 �35 DELPHIC IN THE PASHA’S GARDEN By H. G. Dwight Dramatized by Dorothy Livesley, SETTING Time—An Evening in April Place—Constantinople 27 CHARACTERS Pasha—Descendant of Sultan Ahmed 111 Helene—Wife of Pasha—a French woman SHABAN—A Servant ZlMBUL Ac HA—A Servant Other Servants Shaban and Zimbul Agha: COSTUMES Blue Russian trousers and long white tunics. Other servants: Red trousers and long white tunics. Pasha: Purple trousers, red Russian boots, a green blouse, bands of various colors around his waist, and a purple turban. Helene: A short, rich, (lark red dress. The skirt is short and full. The blouse has a high collar, and long, very full sleeves. The skirt, collar and sleeves arc edged with a wide band of white fur. Red Russian boots with a band of white fur at top. IN THE PASHA’S GARDEN Scene I The Pasha’s garden. Two big horse-chestnut trees at the foot of a terrace. guarding a fountain that drips in the ivied wall. A thread of water is coming m\s teriously out of the top of the tall marble niche into a little marble basin, from which it overflows by two flat bronze spouts into two smaller basins below. From them the water drips back into a single basin still lower down, and so tinkles its broken way, past graceful arabesques and reliefs of fruit and flowers, into a crescentshaped pool at the foot of the niche. Wicker chairs are scattered hospitably beneath the horse-chestnut tree. (Enter the Pasha and Shaban) Shaban: Shall I wait, my Pasha? Pasha: Is the Madame here? Shaban: She is up in the woods in the kiosque. Pasha: Then do not wait. (Shaban turns to go. Pasha stops him.) Is Ma­ dame alone? Shaban: I think no one is there except Zimbul Agha! Pasha: (speaking to himself) Zimbul Agha! (aloud) Are we dining here. do you know? Shaban: I don’t know, my Pasha, but I will find out. Pasha: Tell them to send up dinner anyway, Shaban. It is such an evening! And just ask Monstafa to bring me a coffee at the fountain, will you? �f 1 I DELPHIC 36 ! (Exit Shahan. Pasha sits in one of the chairs. Enter Shahan again carrying a tray.) Eh, Shahan! It is not your business to carry coffee! Shahan: What is your business is niv business, mv Pasha. Have I not eaten your bread, and your father’s, for thirty years? Pasha: No! Is it as long as that? We arc getting old, Shahan. Shahan: (shaking his head) Wc arc getting old. (Sips Pashas How long is it since you have been to your country. Shahan? the coffee) Shahan: Eighteen months, my Pasha. Pasha: And when are you going again? Shahan: In Ramzan, if God wills, or perhaps next to Ramzan. Wc shall sec. Pasha: Allah! Allah! How many times have 1 told you to bring your people here, Shaban? We have plenty of room to build you a house some­ where, and you could sec your wife and children every day instead | iri ■ ' : . of once in two or three years. Shahan : Wives, wives—a man will not die if he does not see them every day! Besides it would not be good for the children. In Constantinople thc\ become rascals. There arc too many Christians. It is better for a bo> to grow up in the Mountains. Pasha: But wc have a mountain here, behind the house. Shahan: Your mountain is not like our mountains. Pasha: And that new wife of yours? Is it good to leave a young woman like that? Arc you not afraid? Shahan: No, my Pasha, 1 am not afraid. Wc all live together, you know. M> brothers watch, and the other women. Shc is safer than yours. Bcsides, in my country it is not as it is here. Pashas I don’t know why I have never been to sec this wonderful countiy of yours, Shaban. 1 have so long intended to, and 1 never have been. But I must climb my mountain, or they will think I have become a rascal. (He rises from his chair and pats Shaban on the shoulder) ! Shahan: Shall 1 come, too, my Pasha? :7 Pasha: i - ; (interrupting) Zimbul Agha! to Zimbul Agha. (Exit) Zimbul Agha sent word. . • No. you needn’t come, I will explain ■ Scene 11 The kiosque. of the room there door is a fountain. on a cushion beside *1. •*. Helene sits silent and motionless on the divan, At the back is a large doorway opening onto a terrace, Just outside the There is very little furniture in the room, Zimbul is seated the door. Zimbul Agha: (rising) Pleasant be your coming, my Pasha. Pasha: Good evening. You are sitting very quietly here in the dark. -Are there no lights in this place? (Helene remains silent) Zimbul Agha: Did Shaban come, with you? Pasha: No, he said he had a message, but I told him not to come. : :i : i •? I Zimbul Agha: A-ah! But it does not matter with the two of us. (He turns �37 DELPHIC to Helene) Now will you give me the key? (Helene takes no notice) Pasha: What do you mean, Zimbul Agha? That is no way to talk to your mistress. Zimbul Agha: I mean this, my Pasha, that someone is hiding in this chest, and Madame keeps the key. (Pasha looks at the chest on which he has been sitting.) Pasha: What are you talking about? Who is it? A thief? Zimbul Agha: Ah, that 1 don’t know. You must ask Madame. Probably it is one of her Christian friends. But at least, if it were a woman, she would not be so unwilling to unlock her chest for us. (Pasha puts his hands over his eyes and stands silent for a moment.) Pasha: Zimbul Agha, is this your house or mine? I have told you a hundred times that you are not to trouble the Madame or follow her about, or so much as guess where she is and what she is doing. I have kept vou in the house because my father brought you into it; but if I evei hear of you speaking to Madame again, or spying on her. I will send you into the street. Do you hear? Now get out! Zimbul Agha: A man, my Pasha! I beg you! (Servants enter, carrying trays.) \st Servant: Where shall we set the table? Pasha: (turning to Helene) 1 told them to send dinner up here. It has been such a long time since we came. But I forgot about the table. I don’t believe there is one here. Ilelene: No. (Puts her head in her hands.) Zimbul Agha: There is the chest. (Pasha turns as if to strike him. Zimbul goes away in haste) 11 dene: Why not? We can sit on the cushions. (The servants spread the cloth on the chest. Pasha watches them suspiciously.) Pasha: This is the way we used to do when I was a boy. (sits on the cushions) Only then we had little tables six inches high, instead of big ones like this. ilelene: It is rather a pity that we have spoiled all that. Are we any happier for perching on chairs around great scaffoldings and piling the scaf­ foldings with so many kinds of porcelain and metal? After all. they knew how to live—the people who were capable of imagining a place like this. Anl they had the good taste not to fill a room with things. Your grandfather, was it? Pasha: It was my grandfather, the Grand Vizier. They say he did know how to live—in his way. He built the kiosque for a beautiful slave of his, a Greek, whom he called Pomegranate. Helene: Madame Pomegranate! What a charming name! And that is why her cipher is everywhere. See? (She points to the different things in the room, each dimly painted with pomegranate blossoms) One �f i ii DELPHIC 38 li i I ■ i I! ii 8 u : •;- !! ‘ ' ! could be very happy in such a little house, It has an air of being meant for moments. And you feel as if they had something to do with the wonderful way it has faded. But I cannot be a 1 urkish woman long! My legs are asleep. I really must walk about a little. (She walks over to the fountain and looks in. Pasha watches her.) Ilelenc: How mysterious a reflection is! So real that you can t believe that it have disappears for good, How often Madame Pomegranate must But I feel she looked into this pool and yet 1 can’t find her in it. is really there, all the same—and who knows who else? Pasha: They say mirrors do not flatter, but they are very discreet. tell no tales! They Helene:I have been up here a long time and I am rather tired, It is a little cold, too. If you do not mind I think 1 will go down to the house, now, with the servants, You will hardly care to go so soon, for Zimbul Agha has not finished what he has to say to you. Pashas Zimbul Agha! I sent him away. 77elene: Ah, but you must know him well enough to be sure he would not goa?k Let us see. (Clasps her hands and a servant enters.) Will you Zimbul Agha to come here? He is on the porch. Pasha: I will go down with you, it is too late for you to go through the wood? in the dark. Helene: Nonsense! Please do not. Here is the key — (takes it from hit pocket) the key of which Zimbul Agha spoke—the key of Pandora > box. Will you keep it for me, please? (Enter Zimbal Agha) Au revoir. (Exit) Zimbul Agha: Why don’t you go down, too. It might be better. Give me the key and I will do what there is to do. But you might send up Shaban. Pasha: Thank you, Zimbul Agha, but I am not the nurse of Madame, and I will not give you the key. Zimbul Agha: You believe her, this Frank woman whom you had never seen five years ago, and you do not believe me , who have lived in your house longer than you can remember! Pasha: My poor Zimbul, you have never forgiven me for marrying her. Zimbul Agha: My Pasha, you are not the first to marry an unbeliever, nor the last. She is still a Christian. And she is young, too. She has turned the world upside down. Women understand only one thing—to make fools of men. And they are never content to fool one. Pasha: You are right, Zimbul Agha, the world is upside down, But neither you nor any of us made it so. Now, will you please tell me how y°u �39 DELPHIC happened to be up here? The Madame never told you to come. The customs of Europe are different from ours, and she docs not like to have you follow her about. Zimbul A glia: What woman likes to he followed about? I know you have told me to leave her alone. But why was I brought into this house? Am I to stand by and watch dishonour brought upon it simply because you have eaten the poison of a woman ? Pasha: Zimbul Agha, I am not discussing old and new, or this or that, but I am asking you to tell me what all this speech is about. Zimbul Agha: Give me that key and I will show you what it is about. ! Pasha: Can’t you answer a simple question? Zimbul Agha: I came here because it it my business to be here. I went to town this morning. When I got back they told me that you were away and that the Madame was up here, alone. So I came. Is this the place foi a woman to be alone in—a young woman, with men working all about, and I don’t know who, and a thousand hiding places in the woods. (Pasha makes a gesture of impatience.)Well, I came up here, and as I came, I heard Madame You know how she sings the songs of the Franks. I sat down, under the terrace where no one could see me, and I listened. Zimbul Agha: S,,lgmg‘ I I i ■ , And after she had stopped I heard— Pasha: (interrupting) Never mind what you heard. I have heard enough. (places the key in the lock but withdraws it again.) Go down and get Shaban and don’t come back. (Exit Zimbul Agha.) Scene III Same as Scene I. to bury the chest. Pasha and Shaban arc digging a hole in which they are going Pasha: This box (points to the box), Shaban, you sec this box? a trouble to us ,and I am going to bury it. . .; It has become Shaban: It is a pity. It is a very good box. However, you know. Now then! (They place the box in the hole and cover it with dirt). We are old, my Pasha, but we arc good for something yet. I will hide the shovels here in the bushes and early in the morning I will come again, before any of these lazy gardeners are up, and fix it so that no one will ever know. (Exit Shaban.) Pasha: “Yon rising Moon that looks for us again— How oft hereafter will she wax and wane, How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden—and look for one in vain!” u ■.. $ '' �i : 40 delphIc Summer Has Come Summer has come! Summer has come! Now how do you think I know it? The birds in the orchard Are singing so sweetly— They make you feel as if you completely Were out of this world, in some far-off heaven, By some deep, blue lake, With fairies a’dancing, as if they would make— So merry they’d never stop prancing! And then when you come to your senses again, And find that you’ve fallen Asleep o’er your pen— And discover that twilight has fallen upon you— You know that summer has come. IIelen Malarkey, ’30 �WHY I THINK IT IS RIDICULOUS TO DIET People, especially women, think that it is absolutely necessary to be thin, in fact, too thin. Not only have some suffered, but others have caused their deaths by dieting. One of our most admired movie actresses because she dieted. She ate very little. She wished to be the weight<lied she had contracted to be to play her part, and because of this, she was undernourished. A dis­ ease set in which slowly killed her. Do you want t0 be l,lumP a»f! healthy and live, or be unhealthy and hungry and die? 1 want to be plump and healthy! A stout lady, of whom I have heard, wished to be pretty, and she decided to reduce. She didn’t wish to spend a long time dieting. She went to the extreme, and took only orange juice for two weeks. Losing flesh so fast made her skin, which was arranged to cover a larger surface, hang about her face. She went around with a pale, sickly look for a long time. Do you think it made her more beautiful to diet? Not in my opinion! Besides these people with will power, who will keep their resolutions, there are others who diet for a day or two. They then eat a great deal, intending to wear it off. 1 once knew a girl who wanted to be thinner. She decided to stop eating all fattening foods. A few days after she made this resolution, she went to a dinner party. She thought that it would be all right to eat the potatoes and dumplings this time, because she hadn’t eaten them the (lav before. She ate them then. Almost every day some little thing came up like that. She would eat three times as much of it, because of some little thing she had not eaten the day before. Do you think she was going to get thin? Well, she didn’t. A few years ago a plump lady saw an advertisement in the paper about a doctor who could make people thin in one treatment. The advertisement instructed the people to come to the doctor’s office where he Would treat them. Then in a short time they might hope to lose weight. Now the lady thought it would be very much eafer t0 t'lln 111 one treatment, than it would to go without the foo s s le 1 {e . time. She went to the doctor. He gave her a pill to take " c 1 a he taken in his office. Some weeks after she was fcldedIy about it. and she told one ot hei The lady was very enthusiastic of mind, when she went P'ump friends. Now this friend had the l““nstead of swallowing it. her it contahmdmi intestinal worm. S^ie'lmd th^pill^aiialyzed^ and found that °o you think it paid the firstlady *’ ”^uld put before you of people These are not the only examples t health> made themselves who, by trying to reduce, have mjuie PUimper, unattractive, or even causedIt ien ' peopie to try to Do you think it does any good to the majo Blanche Coe, ’30 reduce? I think it is ridiculous! �I 42 ■ !; . 1 DELPHIC PARSNIPS i I have just made a wonderful discovery! I have found a “raison d’etre” for parsnips. I The question of why parsnips are has puzzled me for some time, and in my search for logical solution I have considered many possibilities. The first of these was that parsnips were invented as a punishment. Everyone realizes that they are a great trial to small children forced to eat them by stern parents. However, spinach serves this purpose quite as well, so in this first case the vegetable under consideration is superfluous. The next idea that occurred to me was that perhaps they were good for the complexion. However, after considering the complexion of a maiden aunt of mine who is so queer that she actually likes parsnips and eats them often, 1 decided against them as a beauty aid. In this manner I pondered many and various theories to no avail. In my mind parsnips were still the most useless vegetables. And then— I chanced to read the little paragraph in a magazine which gave me the key to the solution of my problem. A young boy, so the article stated, volunteered his services to a magi­ cian. This magician had a favorite trick in which he forced his assistant to eat a tallow candle. The candle was first passed to members of the audience, so that they might observe its authenticity, and was then re­ turned to the skilled performer. By sleight of hand he substituted for it a candle made of cooked parsnips which had been passed through a pipe in order to acquire the right shape. And that, to my mind, answers very nicely, dear friends, the question of why parsnips are. Mavis Hedberg, ’27 “AN EDUCATED HEART” i jf [i il. •? He asked her if she loved him— She turned her head away; “I love her for her modesty”— The youth was heard to say; Again he asked the question— She promptly answered, “No!” “I love her for her honesty— She loves me well, I know.” Helen gray Gatens, 27 11 S ! •! U h �DELPHIC 43 OUR DAY WITH THE TAJ MAHAL January, 1927. It was from a decorative lodge on Jahangiri Palace, in the early morn­ ing, that we first caught sight of the Taj Mahal. We had stepped out above the moat, to escape the crowd and the monotones of the Moham­ medan guide who was leading our party of students about “The Fort”. Just below us a camel train ambled by in the shade of a row of dust-laden trees, above which the mauve morning haze was beginning to lift. Through that veil a shape thrust itself upon my consciousness, so dim that only the high light in the dome was visible, The pearly shadow became complete in the distance, and for a moment, perched there alone, above the tree-tops, we had that vision to ourselves. Later in the day we saw The Light of the Palace, the Taj Mahal, framed in an arched doorway of the red sandstone gate, as it stood waiting for us at the far end of a fountained waterway. It was as I had longed to see it dazzling white- -balanced perfection. Not peaceful in the glitter of the mid-day sun—but real, and not a dream. During the afternoon my sister and I left the guide, with his statis­ tics, and went about by ourselves, studying the inlaid designs on the saicophagi—vine-like borders, in which we found dark green jade, bum orange camelian—blue lapis lazulae and many unfamiliai yellows anc browns. We traced with our fingers the outlines of the marble filagree screens, patterned from lilies and poppies—and looked closely at the )as relief of the wall panels. Up a set of winding unlighted stairs we stumble to a platform in a minaret, where we were on a level with the dome_ Be­ low us on the parched banks of the Jumna River, grain was diying. a ei Buffaloes were being urged into the muddy water by shouting baks. e laughter of women carrying tall water jars on their heads came up to us. On the wide foundations of the Tai itself, we watched a medley, a confusion of races: Mohammedan women covered from crown to toe in stitt white robes; men with cashmir shawls wound round them, orange, pea­ cock blue and magenta; a proud nobleman, with a large turban, accompanied by several servants; and among them our own students, awed beyond recognition. And there we rested, Mary Ray and I alone together. It was still later when the sun was only an hour high, that we had the view which was worth coming 19,000 miles to see. The gardens were already in the shadow, the light on the minarets and the dome itself changed to a soft glow. •_Gone now was the startling glitter, the sharp shadows, the deep contrasts. Instead it was as though a curtain of softest shimmering gauze, the tint of rose quartz had been dropped between us and the building, giving to it the shades seen in a Golden Ophir rose. Other gauze curtains dropped, a turquoise one tinned all the shadows to amethyst—an indigo one changed the sky to sapphire. From where I sat on the corner of the fountain—the cypress trees looked like Mohammedan women, shrouded in black garments, bowing in adoration. All conver- �44 i'-' delphic stilled, so that the beauty sation ceased; even the ripples in the pool were We watched together, In­ dlan'prince anf^SsrTtn'ntrEnglish Missionary and American atuflent a other curtains fell, amethyst and silver, gold and sapph.re-rapdent as othe^ ^ ever deepening until only shadows were idly now, so the shadows are covered, only visible. Layer on layer of darkness-even ^ ^ ^ ^ over the the arched entrance way is now tombs there shines the silver lamp, which sends its glow to us as we reahze the final curtain has fallen and rouse ourselves to return to realities. Ilylah E. Fraley, ’20 Aegean Sea, January 29, 1927. This letter is to be written on paper from Cairo, in the Aegean Sea, about Palestine, and mailed in Constantinople. Of the enclosed flowers, the marigold is from the garden beside the Garden, and the violet was picked in the garden of Gethsemane by an old Franciscan monk. Of all the Holy Places we saw during our three days in Jerusalem, the Garden Tomb and the Gethsemane were the most com­ forting in that they had the most possibility of authenticity. The ground around the former is owned by an English committee, a member of which guided one through and explained how the empty stone sepulchre might be the genuine one. After all the gaudy decorations, and disharmony between creeds evident in the “exact spots” of the other Holy sepulchre, and the Church of the Nativity, the quiet peace of this garden-surrounded tomb was comforting. The same was true of the other garden. An ex­ quisite, dignified chapel has been built next to it by the Franciscans. While we were there one of the order was playing on the organ, whose soft notes drifted out to the garden where some dozen ancient gnarled olive-trees stood surrounded by beds of sweet violets and rosemary. So peaceful and alone, away from the bustle and dirt of the near-by city. Not the exact spot, perhaps, but possible, at least symbolical. Many friends were bitterly disappointed in Jerusalem—I think they expected to find it exactly as it was 2000 years ago. To me it was the most picturesque and interesting city we have yet visited. And so anuliar. The steep streets, the flowing costumes, the barren hills, and H.le p1Ve ,le?S\ Mixed in with the biblical atmosphere the remnants of e Crusaders influence and the present dominance of the Moslems. By somethinp- Tnet 2he "ndying hatred of °«e Of the guides by asking him He advised ,„e to 2jd£ °f ^ NaUvity which he cou,d not ansWe''' some and when I told him I had and that was why I asked, he glared and continued the rest of the trip to go out of his way to glare. The five Oregon glrl8’ Wlth some 300 others, stayed at the Notre Dame de France, a hospice run by a French order whose name I could not find out. We ate in Caye refractory and slept in tiny little rooms, but the �----- : DELp hIc 45 food was excellent and the beds gorgeous, Our waiters chauffeurs, who put on white jackets at meal times. were the native Arabic and pigeon French. Whenever we asked for Ours spoke only something he did not understand, he brought us a jug of hot milk, whether we asked for more turkey or for honey. The. three _ .days we spent in Palestine were Preceded without a rest by five in Egypt. On every one of those days we “sightsaw” 12 hours at the least. Also it was the first cool weather we had seen since we left the tropics, so it seemed cold to us. Consequently over half the people on the trip are bowled over by colds or fatigue. I succumbed to both, but by tomorrow shall be ready for more sight seeing. Part of .my fatigue and Mary Ray’s too came from our scramble up to the top of the Great Pyramid. We over-exerted ourselves by doing it too rapidly, but the view of brown desert and green valley from the summit was worth it. Anyway we did it. I must follow the nurse’s orders to sleep a lot. Hylah Fraley The Johnny-Jump-Up l In the morning of the spring You pop your bright head up. And we are so glad to see you, Young Johnny-Jump-Up. And as soon as you’ve arisen You give a joyous call: “Awake—Awake! spring flowers, Awaken one and all.’ 2 Come, the sun is shining, Arise, and make your beds. Don’t you know earth’s waiting, You little sleepy heads. Here you all come trooping Now the fun will stait. Do not think of drooping, ^ Come, and take your part.Helen Malarkey, ’30 ' , �I 46 DELPHIC WHAT PRICE—CANDY? ■ , il! il ;. ; it;; \] Waiting in a dentist’s office is an excellent example of prolonged agony, but just the same we dread to see the door open that leads into that fatal room. One surely cannot gain much conosolation from the other patients that are waiting with you. For it always seems as if they were not going to be hurt half as much as you. Perhaps one of these will be greatly absorbed in looking out of the window, wondering if those specks of people, twelve stories below, ever have tooth-aches. Another will be sitting, with his hands before him and a painted expression on his face, trying to read the wording of the doctor’s certificate of dentistry and sincerely hoping that he deserved it. I for one am trying, in vain, to become interested in an article in the “Dental Clinic”. The article, I might add, is titled “How to Prevent Tooth Decay.” I have just learned that four out of five have cavities. I realize that I am included in the unfortunate group of four. I resolve thereby to brush my teeth more regularly after this and never again to give myself up to a dentist. At least not till next year. It seems that it wouldn’t hurt half so much in a year from now. But then, the door has opened—a terror-stricken human comes out. It is all too visible what he has gone through. He is followed by a nurse in white. All three of us who have been waiting become tense as we listen for the verdict. I, for one, feel doomed. The nurse smiles sweetly, and announces to me, “The doctor will take you now.” I limply lay aside my magazine and follow her in, looking back en­ viously on the two remaining, as the door closes. J. Applcgath. *29 >• Hi . ) :.t Til —; r * . A- MY ARGOSY It is my faery fantasy That when I sleep I am borne away, Over the moon-silvered midnight sea, On the wings of the wind in my argosy. My treasure-ship holds a wondrous store, Dreams of last night, and the nights before; And always I’ve added a little bit more By the time I’ve sailed back to the daytime shore. K. Deborah Ball, 27 �DELPHIC 47 SAM SEN There is, in a certain country, a very crooked little by-way known to the foreign colony as Lantern Street, so named because of the innu­ merable huge Chinese lanterns hanging in front of the little pawn-shops, fruit stores, before the big gates of some wealthy merchant’s compound, and the little doors, which are perhaps the back entrances to some even wealthier merchants or some prince’s garden, or may be even the front entrances. What matter how the interior looks? Up and down this street there is an endless line of peddlers shouting their wares in a melodious sing-song, yellow-robed priests going silently upon their ways, coolies, with large bales slung suspended from bamboo poles on their shoulders, singing to make their burdens seem lighter. Here walk dandies dressed in the brightest colors, carrying gold-headed, crystalwood walking-sticks, young girls dressed in silk or linen, old men and women dressed in somber black or dark blue. Here also the beggar is found, professional, down-and-out, and the leper. In one of the gardens behind an iron gate a young, beautiful Chinese girl, clad in soft, lovely silks was walking, her bound feet softly tapping the earth. Sam Sen was the daughter of a wealthy Chinese, The next day Wo Hon was coming from the north to claim his bride. But Sam Sen did not love this noble, whose seventh wife she was to be. She loved Bon Soon, the son of another but poorer noble. Hence she was lingering in the garden. A sudden noise startled her and she turned to face her lover. He took her in his arms and held her for many moments. “Bon Soon, tomorrow I must marry the man of my father’s choice. Good-bye!” “Sam Sen!” “Bon Soon!” She had gone, albeit reluctantly. But must not an obedient daughtei obey her honorable father’s command? j\Iade/on Brodie, ’29 DEAD DAY Along the distant mountain side The grim, blue shades of evening creep; The monarch Night supplants the Day, That lies in everlasting sleep. Helen-Gray Gatcns, ’27 �I 1 ; -j : :I SI 1 48 DELPHIC DIARY OF A MODERN NOVEL I am a modern novel. To say that I enjoy the position is untrue, even though I do receive an occasional thrill. JUNE 1—I know this is the beginning of a long, hard summer. Mrs. Jamison brought me home today, and I was hurriedly placed beneath a pile of pillows on her chaise lounge. JUNE 3—This is the first day I’ve been out of my hiding place; I was just tucked out of sight, with a dog ear on page 53, when Mr. Jamison came in the room. JUNE 4—Someone rudely snatched me away from Marion, the daughter of the house. It proved to be Mr. Jamison, who said she shouldn’t read books like me. Marion found me again. She had just reached the place about the hero’s fiery black eyes, when I was forced under a mattress. I undergo innumerable hard-ships. JUNE 9 Marion had just reached the end of chapter ten, when Don. her elder brother from college, borrowed me. Marion traced me to a disorderly stuffy dresser drawer of neckties, and a royal battle followed. Mr. and Mrs. Jamison came in. Mr. Jamison took my battered form away from the youngsters and asked whose property 1 was. Would you believe it, no one claimed me? So here I lie, alone, sad and unwanted. I’m afraid no one will ever discover that the poor hero turned out to be a million­ aire in disguise! Jean Morrison, ’29 MT. HOOD 1 ; . : Huge, majestic, dignified, cold Mt. Hood stands impassive among the green pine trees which surround her base. She, seeing all, and knowing a great many things which man himself is unable to solve, remains silent, never disclosing a secret. She smiles a cold, grim smile when reflecting that humanity would give a great deal to know where unfortunate ones are, who have started out to climb her perilous sides and never returned. Oh, that is her secret—her’s alone! She laughs to herself when she sees how weak and helpless are the mortals who every year try to reach the summit. If she should start her white blanket sliding, or open a large crevice, the tenderfoot would be powerless within her grasp. She is ruler over her domain, and no one can rob her of it! Many years has she been there, and many years will she stay! Surely not anyone weaker than herself! She chuckles when she thinks, “I am invincible. I can crush in­ significant man. I am ruler here.” �DELPHIC 49 BEANS’MORALS Beans was ten months old. He was not very big, but he knew he was very strong. Hadn’t his mistress, Mrs. Brown, told him so every time lie had carried the doormat into the neighbor’s front yard? She told him several other things, but he doesn’t care to have them mentioned. He knew his mistress was very found of him foi* he had heard her say that he wasn’t bad for such a young dog. She was too busy with the baby, Nancy, to make much of a fuss over him, unless you refer to the kind of a fuss resulting from a trip over a freshly washed floor when his feet were anything but clean. ;• . !j! i • i The baby was his most devoted companion. Together they inspected the lawns every day. One morning Mrs. Brown was busy indoors, She did not worry for Nancy had never left the front yard. However, on this morning Nancy felt that she was not being watched and decided to take advantage of the occasion. She walked straight to the opening in the hedge and went through it. Beans barked, There was no response. He followed baby. Straight to the edge of the lily pond, Nancy went. Beans knew that there was danger in the water. He barked again. He realized something must be done at once, Sneaking behind Nancy so as not to frighten her, he caught hold of the child’s skirts. 1-Ie held fast until the mother summonded by the screams of the child, whose fun had been spoiled, arrived. After that Beans was a highly honored member of the family. Why, he did not know. Wouldn’t any human want to save his best friend? Mary Malarkey, '27 i ; * I ! i : : ' l NOVEMBER WINDS Through autumn groves in wanton joy, Like plunderers of ancient Troy— The shrieking winds of winter pass In mad adventure—to destroy; ' ; ' ; Screaming vandals lash the air With whips of steel that strip and tear The rainbow drapes from shrub and tree— And leave them trembling, gaunt and bare! Helen-Gray Gatens, ’27 L : : ■ i ■ : v; ■ . : �.Hi i I'f 50 ! f 11 ; DELPHIC THE SEA AT SUNRISE I had often heard people speak of the gorgeous view one could get if one stood on the very top of Jockey Cap rock, but until this morning I had never realized its exceeding beauty. The sea beat heavily against the rocks; far below me the huge white capped waves seemed to tear the ground from beneath my feet, only to fall back again to splash and whirl among the smaller rocks, then die away in calm glory. I raised my eyes from the shore line to look out toward the horizon. The ocean was a deep gray green that became less colorful as it neared the place where sea and sky seemed one. A gray mist clouded the sky in a heavy fog; yet through it all shone the sun in a lustrous golden glory, leaving tiny shimmering patches of light on the great expanse of water. I waited patiently, watching this huge ball of fire as it rose higher and higher in the heavens; the mist was clearing; blue began to show through the patches of gray, and though this same color was reflected in the water, the sea became a different color, changing from gray-green to a deep blue. Then it cleared and the sun rose in all its red glory. It shone on the waters making them transparent in a shining light. The waves were less massive, so it seemed, and rose and fell m unison against the rocks and beach. Then, to my surprise and delight, a ship appeared on the horizon, its white sails alone visible in the cold morning sunlight. It seemed but a tiny speck moving slowly on toward its destination. 1 realized than that man is so small, so insignificant, so unimportant, in comparison with the mighty sea. ! .»*■ Elizabeth Berger, 30 LONGINGS ! ' il si 1 Hlil • ■ ; 5 I long to ride upon the raging wind In its triumphal sweep across the sky, To feel the coolness of the deep, moist clouds That scatter as I swiftly pass them by— To see the light feet of my fearless steed Plough up the waters of the shoreless seas, To feel my high soul, of my body freed, Ride on above the darkness of the trees That bend at our approach. 1 long to watch strange waters of the north Part, black, with lace-white foam, before my prow— I long to stand upon the barren tops Of hills that distance purples for me now— To see below me stretched the vast, flat plain Of humdrum life, strangely remote and far— To feel my soul, released from bond and chain, Fly upward toward one, silent, silver star, Soaring without reproach. K. Deborah Belli, ’27 �i ■ DELPHIC 51 RIDING IN A CROWDED STREET CAR Have you ever ridden in an overfull street car? I can tell you that I certainly have! Coming home after Christmas shopping, the cars are usually jammed full of others who have been making a few last minute purchases. On one such occasion, when I was grasping the strap tightly and vainly striving to maintain my equilibrium, I chanced to land, and I will say none too softly, on the toe of a portly, elderly lady. She gave me a malignant glance, and then, the car giving a lurch, I spun across the aisle and collided with an old gentleman, knocking his parcels right and left. I could feel myself blushing furiously, so I decided to go in search of a more favorable location. As I pushed my way through the crowded aisle, I could just feel the scornful glances of the passengers. The strain had become too much for the box of candy which I had purchased, and the bottom corner fell out, followed swiftly and furiously by my choice delicacy, caramels. All I could do was stand and gape at them, until I realized that the whole car was laughing at me in my pitiful plight. I could bear it no longer, which fact resulted in my leaning ovei one of the seats, signifying that I was going' to get off. This added to my horde of misfortunes, as I knocked a lady’s hat off in the attempt. Finally, managing to stumble down the aisle without further mishap, I stood at last on the back platform, waiting for the car to come to a halt, three below my own station. I looked neither to the right, nor the left, but, making a last effort to recover my lost dignity, I packed my parcels in the corner of one arm, and lifted my skirts a trifle to enable me to step off the cai. This proved utterly fatal, and just as my back was turned on the passengers, I heard a dull thud, as the lettuce, which I had purchased at the market for mother, went rolling over by the conductor, The latter make a mocking salute and presented me with the lettuce, holding it gingerly between themb and finger. “Love sends a little gift of cabbage,” he murmured with assumed ferver. I grabbed my lettuce and leaped off the car. Oh, how I hated that conductor! Have you ever ridden on a crowded street cai ? Don’t! �I ' ' !: 52 DELPHIC I’M JUST A LONELY FRESHMAN! 1 ! ;; I I’m just a lonely Freshman, And I’ve gone to school a year, I had hoped to be a Sophomore, But won’t get that far, I fear. I have slaved with French and Science, I have burned the mid-night oil, But for all my grind and labor, I’ve no credit for my toil. i 4\ I cut my thumb in Science, In Gym I broke my nose, At night I have to study, So 1 don’t see any shows. I’ve spent my time in study, Getting lessons as they come, But I’ve no showing for my work, I must be rather dumb. I have plenty of ambition, I have no lack of will, 1 always get my lessons, But I’m a Freshman still! Doris Bailey, '29 THE ANCIENT FIRS The ancient firs like pillars stand, In splendor fair as Rome— Enwrapped in mystic solitude Beneath an azure dome. Helen-Gray Gatens, ’27 �! 53 DELPHIC , 5 ; STubenile ;. i II : i ) THANKSGIVING DAY First let us look at the name of this celebrated holiday. Thanks­ giving- Day! What does it mean to most of us? Perhaps nothing more than turkey and cranberry sauce, But what should it mean? ' This: A day set apart from every other day to offer our thanks to God for his kindness during the year, In the minds of the majority on this sacred day that thought never enters. Why? Chiefly, because people are indifferent often without meaning to be, and sad to say to the Infinite. How may this great mistake be remedied? How may the spirit of patriot­ ism and godly fear be established in the hearts of Americans? There is only one way. This way is open to everyone who will follow it. And the key to this accomplishment is gratitude. First gratitude to God for our many comforts, and secondly to the Pilgrims, the founders of our country. When this gratitude is felt, and when every man and woman in the nation gains the spirit of Thanksgiving, then truly these brave pioneers will not have died in vain. R t : II: ; Agnes Gordon, I'll Grade r.-i & �DELPHIC 54 A SURPRISE CHRISTMAS GIFT Out of doors It was the night of Christmas, and such a night it was. snowing and the wind was blowing cold and strong. it was A little, tiny, baby kitten was creeping along in the street. When it came to a certain house, it tried to climb upon the sidewalk, but it could not do so. By and by it got up, and it crept onto the front porch, Somehow it got in, I cannot tell how though. Inside the house it was warm, and a fire burned on the hearth. The next morning when the little girl woke up, she found the kitten by her on the bed. Look! Look!” she cried, ‘‘See the baby kitten I found Yes,” said her mother, ‘‘I found it last night and by me on the bed!” put it by your bed for a Christmas gift.” “Mother, I am going to name it Christinas,” said the little girl. i * 4 4 Dorothy Jane Furnish, II th (.trade .**■ DAWN It was morning bright and early, The birds were on the wing. A meadow-lark in the old maple tree Was just beginning to sing. The sun was rising over the hill, The meadows were pearled with dew. ’Twas just beside the old wind-mill Where the stream was rainbow blue. The little vine-covered cottage With flowers of every kind Made the sweetest, dearest, and quaintest Little place you could ever find. ’Twas sad that I had to leave it And go through Life’s weary ways; But oft now when sitting and thinking I dream of my childhood days. Frances E. Barbour, VIIth Grade i I ii ���DELPHIC 55 OLD GIRL NOTES Jean Muir (’23), who has spent the fall and winter in Europe, has returned to this country and is now in Florida. Elva Mervy (’21), who taught at the Hall last year, is now studying at the Sorbonne in Paris. Mrs. Harry Claire (Mary Helen Spaulding, ’19) has a baby daughter, Mary Frances. I-Iylah Fraley (’20) and her sister, Mary Ray (’24), have returned from a trip around the world with the S. S. Ryndam Student Tour. Mrs. Walter P. Ramsey (Janet House, ’21), who lives in Bremerton, is a frequent visitor in Portland. Virginia Pittock (’22) and her sister, Marjory ( ’25), are at the Uni­ versity of Washington. They are planning to travel abroad this summer. Marjory spent last year in Florence, Italy. Grace Caveness (’20) is the physical director in a school in Everett, Washington. Jessie Smith (’20) is working in the Portland Public Library. Frances Cornell (’22) is working in a doctor’s office. Evelyn Thatcher (’21) has recently been married to Douglas Nicol. Maria Wilson (’26) is at Mills College. Nancy Chipman (’26), Katherine Hart (’24), and Margaret McCall (’26) are at Reed College. Helen Spencer (’26) is at Castilleja. Dorothy Mautz (’26) and Celeste Proctor (’25) are now at I-IoltonArms, Washington, D. C. Evelyn Meyer (’25), recently returned from abroad, is now at Wel­ lesley. Helen Abbott is doing Post Graduate work at Allen’s and Naida Plum­ mer, at Washington High School. Julia Smith (’26) is taking a business course in Portland. Mrs. Walter E. Holman (Janice Parker, ’21) has a baby son, Walter Edward, Jr. Virginia Edwards, class of ’22, took the leading part in an Operetta given at Wellesley College this spring. Mary Mildred Reynolds, Elizabeth Allyn, Eleanor Poorman, Virginia Coke, Caulean Creath, Margaret Hall, Helen Hembree, Phyllis Henningsen, Louise Hosch, Elizabeth Martin, Helen Peters, and Elizabeth McIntosh, �! .»I 56 DELPHIC graduates of 1926, and Mayann Sargent, Catherine Martin, Lillian Bennett, all 1925 graduates, are at the University of Oregon. Mrs. J. Robert Cowman, Jr.. (Helen Holmes, ’22) has a baby son, J. Robert, III. Cornelia Ireland (’25) received the highest grades in the Freshman Class at the University of Washington. B i Mrs. David Solis-Cohen, Jr., (Anabelle Bates, ’22) has a baby son, Bates. Of last year’s seniors, May Belle Allen, Muriel Barde, Cornelia Ireland, Elizabeth St. Claire, Eleanor Williams, and Catherine Van Schuyver are at the University of Washington. Elbertine Adams, a graduate of 1925, is there also. i i ii !<i , I: H': is !i �1 DELPHIC 57 ! ATHLETICS i 1 i • <E There has been more interest shown in athletics this year than ever before. When school opened, nearly everyone signed up for basketball and our new sport, volleyball. This sport will be continued next year with a greater interest, as many of the girls had never played before. Since Mrs. Knapp, our instructor, has consented to stay all but two periods every week, everyone may join in our athletics. ! • BASKETBALL After a month and a half of strenuous practice, the teams were chosen as follows: Center Side Center Forwards Guards Center.................. Side Center Forwards Guards........... FIRST TEAM ................................... Helen Loomis ................................. Frances Loomis Jane Cullers and Mary Alice Meyer Mary Malarkey and Geraldine Kirby SECOND TEAM ....... .... ....... ................... 1... Jean Knapp ................................Imogen Wentworth Josephine Smith and Elizabeth Hawkins ......Helen Adelsperger and Catherine Swan There were so manw fine players this year that eveiy class except the Sophomore had two teams. The first game of the season was played with the faculty on March 9. We finally won but the teachers put up a valiant fight and we fought hard for every point. Their line-up included nearly all the teachers on the staff. After the game, the two teams had chocolate and cookies. Then came the Reed games. The first was played here, and the score - �r del phic 58 Our new yell leader, Elaine Hickman, SJlTgr^uSlXpWtand put lots of “pep” into the game. The next game was played at Reed College and it was a very excitaudience yelled itself hoarse when the final score ended ing game. The Everyone appreciated the good sportsmanship of with 26-6 in our favor, games with them in the future. the Reed girls, and we hope to play more Class Basketball games were then played; the first was played on March 9 between the Freshmen and Sophomores. The teams were evenly The final score a week later ended with56-4 hWavor ofThe Freshmem ^The Seventh and Eighth grades played this year and there is good material in both grades for future use. The Eighth grade won by four baskets. The Seniors won in the JuniorSenior game by a score of 11-22. The Basketball season ended with the most thrilling game of the season, namely, the Boarder-Day game. Eyeryone put utmost energy into the game and the score ended with 18-24 in the Day’s favor. TENNIS Tennis seems to be a very popular game this year. There were 64 entries in the Seniors’ Tournament alone. The winner of the Senior Cup given by Mrs. Cullers was Sally Cannon. The Junior Cup given by Mrs. Martin, which is kept for a year by the winner, was won by Jane Dutton. The Beginners’ Cup given by Mrs. Malarkey was won by Helen Malarkey. The most thrilling game of all was the Day-Boarder Doubles Tournament. The winners, Jane Cullers and Sally Cannon, were presented with two cups given by all the girls who played in the tennis sets. BASEBALL This game is, without doubt, the most popular of all. We are all working hard now to get ready for our Class games, There is such splendid material to choose from that it is very tdifficult to decide the two teams, but we shall have many fine substitutes! BOARDERS ACTIVITIES There have been than „q1loi tw; t>m0re Sports in tlle Boarding Department this year than usual. Dunng the winter months, the Boarders went twice a week to the ice-skating rink and enjoyed an hour or two on the ice with a few tumbles, each time, thrown in for good measure. Every Monday, a party of girls go riding and are now enthusiastic' ally practicing circus-riding. Now we are looking forward Friday afternoon as it means an hour’s swim at the “Nat”. Perhapstosome day one of us may swim the Channel. �DELPHIC v‘v' Doubles idirmers V, firmer \ r;i 1: v . ! ■;■ ' ����DELPHIC (t 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. SCHOOL DAYS” St. Helen’s Hall “Idolizing” “Baby Face” ...................... “Horses” .............................. “Close Your Eyes” ............ “Precious” .......................... “That’s Why I Love You” “Me Too “Waffles” ....... “What Can I Say After I Say I’m Sorry? “Lucky Day” “Here I Am”........................ “But I Do, You Know I Do “Animal Crackers “Adios” ................. “Give Me To-day and You Can Have Tomorrow”. < < Breezin’ Along With the Breeze” J* i ; 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 yy “Just a Little Bit Bad”...“Moonlight On the Ganges” “That’s My Girl” . “Deep Henderson “Up and At ’em” . “Remember” ...... “What Did I Do to You?”....... “Ting a Ling”............................... “I Never Knew”...... .....-.............. “Tea For Two (Too Many)”... “The Prisoner’s Song” ........... “Sweet Southern Breeze”........ “Who?” ....... ................. .............. What’ll I Do?”........................ “The Student Prince” ............. . “A Little Bunch of Happiness”. 11 61 ? ? ? Caught with rouge The Horse Show Lights Out Money Candy from Home Voters for a Taxi Breakfast ...... Bumping Into Sister .......A Special Back From Vacation ...... Excuses ....... Freeburg’s The Spanish Class .......... An Unprepared Essay ..... The Boarders During the Fifteen Minutes before Chapel ........... Skipping Chapel ........... Missionary Society ........... Partners for Church ........ Elizabeth Henderson ........... Basketball ........... The Graduates ........... Roommates ........ The Rising Bell ... .... ....Another Excuse The Teacher’s Tea By the Boarders The Open Window ...The Guilty Girl Not Dressed for Dinner .......A Hill Boy ....Bag of Popcorn H. Love, ’27 �62 DELPHIC Mr. Rutherford: What is a caterpillar? Kemerar: An upholstered worm. They sat on the porch together, he and she. lie held her in his arms talking in a low and tender voice, while the moon shone gently on them. Now and again he broke into song, low, musical, and sweet. But all of a sudden he stopped singing. The very air seemed charged with feeling. He bent over the girl and looked into her eyes. Then he yelled: “Min, for the luva Mike, come here and put this kid to sleep.” “Paw,” began little Lester Livermore, who is of unusual width betwixt the eyes, “if a man 50 years old marries a girl of 17, and son age 25 marries the girl’s mother, doesn’t that make the old man the son-in-law of his own son and the father-in-law of himself? And—say, Paw! Can I go to the picture show if I don’t ask any more questions?” “Yes,” yelled Mr. Livermore. Signor: “ I’m going to serenade you tonight.” Signorita: “Yes, do, and I’ll throw a rose at you.” Signor: “In a mad moment of love? Signorita: “No, in a flower pot.” Judge: “You are charged with shooting squirrels out of season.” Man: “Your honor, I shot them in self defense. }9 The height of hard luck in Grandad’s day was to get a hair cut just before an Indian massacre. Em: She sings like a sailor. En: How do you mean? Em: Rolls on the high C’s. “Where were you last night?” “I went to a wooden wedding.” “What do you mean, wooden wedding?” “Why, two Poles were being wedded.” “The time will come,” said the speaker, “when woman will get men’s wages.” Yes, piped a little man in the audience, “next Saturday night.” A little fellow left in charge of his tiny brother called out, “Mother, won’ t y°11 Please speak to baby? I-Ie’s sitting on the flypaper and there’s a lot of flies waiting to get on.” �DELPHIC 63 A History Quiz That Would Be Hard To Pass 1. Where was the Boston Tea Party? 2. When was the War of 1812? 3. How long was The Hundred Years War? 4. Name one of the participants in The French and Indian War. 5. Who was George Washington, the first president of the United States? 6. Name the two men who debated in the Lincoln-Douglas debates. 7. Why is Santa Claus not mentioned in the American history books? 8. In what year was the Compromise of 1850 passed? 9. Is this statement correct?—In 1492 the Pacific and Atlantic oceans were joined by railway. 10. The Kansas-Nebraska Bill affected what two states? Catherine Sivan, ’28 We editors may dig and think Till our finger-tips are sore, But some poor girl is sure to say I’ve heard that joke before. Can you imagine— No one the deficiency list? Class dues paid on time? All Seniors dignified? No one going to the dentist on Friday afternoon? English IV agreeing? People begging to advertise in the Delphic? A Boarder'turning down a week-end to study for a quiz? Lower classmen obeying the Seniors? Everyone showing up at a class meeting? No one in Room IV 7th period? J. M. running out of excuses? Volley-ball a silent game? Mary Alice Meyer, ’27 Jane Cullers, 27 D. D.: “Tell me, dunkey doodle, what is kale?” D. D.: “Kale, dolly doddle, is spinach with a perman Miss B. (referring to Ablative of Accompaniment) that word? D. M.: The ablative of companionship. M. P. (speaking of flowers) :“I had five „ : What Ablative is families and they all died.” �64 DELPHIC Miss S.: What’s all the noise out there?” Geometry Student: “Oh! That’s E. Kaser dropping a perpendicular.” M. T.: “What’s the difference between the words “hill” and mountain”? (meaning in Spanish). Miss G.: “A mountain is higher than a hill.” M. T.: “Oh, I’m not so dumb as all that. n BILL’S BILLBOARD Bill had a billboard. Bill also had a board bill. The board bill bored Bill so that Bill sold his billboard to pay his board bill. Hence, after Bill sold his billboard to pay his board bill, the board bill no longer bored Bill. Lady: “My, but your little brother is growing!” Small boy: “Yes, Ma’am; he comes up to the hem of Mamma’s skirt now.” 1-Ie: Do you know what I heard? Him: No, what? He: I herd sheep. Poetical sympathy: A son at college telegraphed: “No mun, no fun, your son. The answer came: “How sad, too bad, your dad.” *y Have you noticed the tears in the eys of many Frosh? Freshie, Santa Claus will be back next year. Never mind, English teacher: Tomorrow we will take the life of John Milton. Please come prepared. Irritable husband (to wife driving a nail): knock a nail in the wall with a clothes brush? your head.” “How do you expect to For goodness sakes use A French woman proud of her limited knowledge of English, and an American lady, proud of her limited knowledge of French, met at a so­ ciable. The French woman insisted on expressing herself in bad English and the American would talk nothing but bad French. At last they rose to go. “Reservoir,” said the fair American. “Tanks,” responded her new friend. ! �DELPHIC 65 2JIIIIIIIH = = = = = Class Photographer I = = I = = | | = Compliments of = \Hazelwood\ IC. G. Applegath |I Pastries, Candies and = j Ice Creams S S | 5 5 ?.,e recognized everywhere as being the finest t you can offer your = ^ suesls! They’re unsurpassed any- = rt*lere for Variety, Quality and Goodness. = PHONE EAST 1416 FREE DELIVERY I = 1 tofHazelmoods 5 I \ CONFECTIONERIES V RESTAURANTS I 1 I I Established 1870 EXCLUSIVE furrier Portland, Oregon Portland’s Oldest Fur House I_ 129 TENTH, TELEPHONE BK 4548 = | j l, , , , ,.......******** �DELPHIC 66 EL'IlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllilililllNllllliillll^ ^illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ = F. L. Qrocer i i^iSnks-Childs^ LUNCHES AND STATIONERY L 405 MONTGOMERY STREET IxTEBlOB DhCOPATORa DRAPERIES—FURNITURE MAIN 7344 408 Alder St. I i i Br. 2361 ! ~i 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 ] 17^ =jlllllllllll11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111^ = 1 The FLYNN Gift Shop 1 = Compliments of SEVENTH FLOOR NORTHWESTERN BANK BLDG. Mautz Building and Investment Co. Morrison Street—Opposite Portland Hotel PERSONAL ATTENTION GIVEN ALL SALES olllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllTF S 1 -|||||lll!i:!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH ^llllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!llllll^ H. B. Brandes Creamery Manufacturers of “BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER = = = = = = S 1=: S i = I = i— Cream, Milk.. Buttermilk Eggs and Cheese I Phones: Broadway 7081 § = E S General Insurance = = I i & Co. = = = | | s = 112 RAILWAY EXCHANGE BLDG, g = S Broadway 7082 •:lllllllllllllll!llllll||||||lilj|||||||||||||]j|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||^= I BRoadway 6870 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiH �DELPHIC 67 2MIIII = = = i = = i = i I i E = rr = E E E E E E — E = E E E E i = i E E E i E Young Women Appreciate The Convenience of Banking Here E E i i i The many receiving and paying windows in the block-long building of the United States National permit quick and convenient banking. This convenience is a ppreciated by the many young women who are patrons here. And we believe you would like to do your banking this way, too. E Your account is cordially invited. S E E S e an! Droadlway amid] Snjfiflhi. ^ SHaurlk. One of the Northwest s great banks I I == �DELPHIC ^lllllillllll!lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll||||||[^ = Honeymanj Hardware i Company =rz SILVERWARE or Distinction PARK AT GLISAN ST, and Unusual Charm Portland’s Largest Hardware and = =— Sporting Goods Store” = Many choice patterns carried here = = exclusively. = 1 UNUSUAL CHRISTMAS CARDS = = GOLF, TENNIS AND ARCHERY SUPPLIES JANTZEN SWIMMING SUITS = A. & C. Feldenheimer, Inc. = |§ Washington St. at West Park = = Pillock Block = nllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllUT; ^llllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllM ELnillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliillllilllllllllllllllllllllllllli^ CURTAINS and DRAPERIES = HAL H. MOOR “Everything for Your Windows” | = = = DISPENSING OPTICIAN The Curtain Store, Inc. BEacon 6516 = 407 Selling Bldg. i 173 Park Si. Tilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ ^lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllOE illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllH — = | The Bush Pharmacy § = — = JOCELYN FOULKES PIANO PEDAGOGUE I Corner 1 1 th and Montgomery Sts. = 2 i I Phone Beacon 6726 Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk ZZl i PORTLAND. Tiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiin^ illllllilllllllllllillllillilillllH^ OREGON § 2 ! ; j �DELPHIC 69 = = I = ! Compliments of SENIOR CLASS I i i5 | 5 1§ = = = B l I 1 �DELPHIC 70 = I Lipman Wolfe = = I | | Merchandise of I Merit Only | i I | 1 ii piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim = Compliments of SOPHOMORE CLASS = I I Compliments of = DAN E. BOWMAN’S = E Moyer Clothing Company = I I Third and Oak Streets = ....................... plllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllW I 1 1 = ifi'llllllllllllllilllllllllllllllilillllllllllllllHlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliT; m Compliments of FRESHMAN CLASS I �71 DELPHIC SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS l S: ■ if- . 5 H V ■ '%. I I = £ <? = | .' I = Simonds Saw and Steel Co. 3 = — “The Saw Makers” = = = I I Simonds Saws Mean Satisfaction to the Customer = | SAWS KNIVES : FILES : STEEL 1 | 1 = = PORTLAND ORE. SIMONDS SAWS Coast Branches SEATTLE SAN FRANCISCO WN. CALIF. VANCOUVER B. C. I SIMONDS SAWS I = �DELPHIC 72 Social and Wedding Engraving ERE in our own shop we turn out the highest quality wedding and social engraving. Expert workmanship and perfect taste. Announcements, invitations and personal cards. H = I II | I Let us serve you. ^elKGillfe cBoo^S€Hcrs-^StdtioneTy^Off‘ice Outfitters G''FIftl\ancl Star^Streets * = | | ^jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiyE bLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllt= = Said (he Grand Sermon to the Grand ^ = Screech, "Hoot.” = "Hoot is German for Hat, ” remarked = the Grand Screech. Compliments of C. E. EARNST "My error,” replied the Grand Sermon, "I should have said ‘Hose,’ Who’s Your Hosier, as it were! ,V = § = “Righto,” said the Grand Screech, "and ^ = Lefto, too, if you please.” ~ HOSIER? | | —WHO’S YOUR CONFECTIONERY Broadway at Washington illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ ^.lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!= ^iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin | Martin & Forbes | | Company | F. A. GAUS COMPANY | 1 = Florists = ^Illllllll!lllllllllllllll!ll!lllllllllllllllllllllllll!!l!l!llllllllllllllllllh7 g JEWELRY REPAIRING DIAMOND SETTING = 387 Washington Street Pittock Block Portland, Oregon = BE 2753 Manufacturing Jewelers I I Special Order Work—Class Pins g SELLING HIRSCH BUILDING g PORTLAND, OREGON g �73 DELPHIC = Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall Hence IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES E I = m E Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Washington Street 125 6th Street ��9*-. DELPHIC 75 = *111111 Style Center = * ig •' 5sSSfatss«?s i .jaBi If. of the Northwest >•» t = E % % = = = = = I % E E I (flVLULA, "Portlands Own Store = = = lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll* piiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim = = = E E E E E E E = I= 1= S E Compliments of JUNIOR CLASS 111,......... ..................II,......Illlll-K..........-.. ..... ... ..... ......... I �HB DELPHIC 76 Did you know that there is an exclusive girl’s shop in Portland? 2 3 There is!—and its name is The Collegienne Shop = Yoil 11 find it on Olds (Y King's second floor! 2 2 Here buying for young mod­ erns, is a cult! Here you will find dresses—not just bought to fit girls of 1 3 to 1 7—but carefully chosen creations that express the spirit and the verve of youth! = Mother will be glad for you to shop here for she knows that the integrity of the dealer And integrity, means much! are not just dependability words at Olds & Kings, but are the solid foundation stones of our progress! = I All St. Helens Hall official dresses are designed & made exclusively by Olds Woriman & King = i I I ! �- =, -• 77 DELPHIC |illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllill^ ^lllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ The Button & Pleating Shop | DIAMONDS AND JEWELRY g = STERLING SILVER = = HOLLYWOOD COSTUMERS Telephone Beacon 9754 509 Royal Bldg. = H = OUR MOTTO IS SERVICE We Strive to Please = SADIE DAVIS = .............. min.... ...... Lovely Qifts for All Occasions 1 Frank A. Heitkemper Incorporated I = 324 ALDER STREET = PORTLAND, = = OREGON §s illlilllllllllllHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlin Ll||llll,ll|lll]lllll]IIIII]llll]lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliiiii[|||||[||||||||||iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii[]||||||||||iiii|[|||||||||||||[||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||j|i£ I = | r= | = �J DELPHIC 79 3htbex to gbbertts'era Page Page 65 C. G. Applegath 66 Braudes Creamery . 72 Charles F. Berg 68 The Bush Pharmacy 65 Bushnell’s .......................... 66 Frank Childs ...................... The Curtain Store ............... .... 68 74 E. L. Devereaux Co.......... 72 C. E. Earnst........................... 68 A. & C. Feldenheimer......... 66 Freeberg ................ .............. The Flynn Gift Shop........... ..... 66 68 Jocelyn FouIkes.................. 70 Freshman Class ................ F. A. Gaus......... J. K. Gill Co................. ......... 65 The Hazelwoods.......... ....... 77 Hollywood Costumers...... 68 Honeyman Hardware Co. Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 73 Junior Class ...................... 75 70 Lipman, Wolfe ................. . 66 Mautz Building & Inv. Co 72 Martin & Forbes .............. 75 Meier & Frank Co.............. 68 Hal II. Moore.................. 70 Moyer Clothing Co......... . 66 II. B. Newlands Co........... Olds, Wortman & King.... 73-76 74 Rasmussen & Co..... ........ 69 Senior Class...........-.......... ...... 70 Sophomore Class............. 71 Simmonds Saw & Steel Co U. S. National Bank..... ___ ..... 67 I I �� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic 1927 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1927. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1927 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic1927-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/a559a3ed6b88f1b37e85da92ef12a0be.pdf 6bc75f5a6a2442ac4dc62a431798981b PDF Text Text / . ----------- ' '' i m *-S~- <1/^ "........ r........... mi&trSr ;:. �T .. . hghi^rhhsbi The Delphic ST. HELENS HALL PORTLAND, OREGON j June, 1926 ! �:_;-------- - ^rrrrrrrr Delphic Staff Editor-in-Chief DOROTHY MAUTZ Literary Editor BETTY PARRY First Assistant Literary Editor Second Assistant Literary Editor MARGARET MCCALL Kalendar \ ISABEL STARR ( MAY BELLE ALLEN Old Girl Notes \ HELEN SPENCER haradon ’ '(ardelia Music and Entertainment ^ ELEANOR POORMAN ' )BERNICE CONGLETON A thletics \ NANCY CHIPMAN ' ’ ' ' (BETTY ALLYN Exchanges fVIRGINIA COKE ,-{ CORNELIA IRELAND [PHYLLIS HENNINGSEN Art Advertising Business : MURIEL BARDE BETSY ABBOTT fHELEN HEMBREE <J ELIZABETH ST. CLAIR [MARGARET BRANDES \ HELEN PETERS (ELIZABETH MARTIN �- Page Editorials 17 Literary 19 Kalendar 37 Music and Entertainment 40 Old Girl Notes 41 Exchanges 43 Athletics 44 Jokes 45 Advertisements 47 I : ■ ! i i �The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 26 JUNE, 1926 Number 6 I r �■ 8 1 ay*s % V . DELPHIC Helen Abbott “Often bashful looks conceal Tongue of fire and heart of steel” President of Student Council Delphic Staff Second Testimonial ’25 May Belle Allen “The light that lies in woman’s eyes” Treasurer of Class Student Council Delphic Staff President ’25-’26, Glee Club ’24-’25 French Play ’25 Basketball Elizabeth Allyn “Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions” Student Council Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Basketball Muriel Barde “An eye like Mars, to threaten and command” Delphic Staff Glee Club ’22-’23-’24-’25 Basketball Nancy Bonham “The poet’s darling” Glee Club ’25-’26 French Play ’25 v �DELPHIC Margaret Brandes “Hers are ways of pleasantness” Delphic Staff Glee Club ’25-’26 Nancy Carpenter “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” Glee Club ’25-’26 Nancy Chipman “The social smile, the sympathetic tear” Vice-President of Class Delphic Staff French Play ’23-’24-’25 Student Council Basketball Virginia Coke “A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men” Glee Club ’24-’25 Bernice Congleton “Laugh and the world laughs with you” Delphic Staff 9 �i DELPHIC Caulean Creath “She nothing common did, or mean” Helen Dunn “Frank as rain on cherry blossoms” Basketball Mildred Gibson “She was kindness and thoughtful­ ness itself” Glee Club ’24-’25 Expression Play ’26 Margaret Hall “Brevity is the soul of wit” Expression Play ’26 Ardelia Haradon “Candor is the seal of a noble mind —the sweetest charm of woman ’ Vice-President of Student Council Delphic Staff Glee Club French Play ’25 ' 51 ! I B 1 ! i \ �BHg£55 DELPHIC 11 Helen Hembree “A tender heart, a will inflexible’’ Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Second Testimonial Phyllis Henningson “Mistress of herself though China fall” Secretary of Class Delphic Staff Student Council Mari louse Hosch “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety” Glee Club ’25-’2G Cornelia Ireland “Whose little body lodged a mighty mind” Delphic Staff First Testimonial ’25 Scholarship for Senior Year Dorothy Lawrence “Worry and I have never met” . ' . �5 P H I C Elizabeth Martin “Noble by heritage Generous and free” Delphic Staff Student Council Captain Basketball Team Dorothy Mautz “Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are” President of Class Editor-in-Chief of Delphic Student Council French Play ’25-’26 English Play ’25 First Testimonial ’25 Margaret McCall “Patience, my lord; why ’tis the soul of peace; Of all the virtues ’tis nearest kin to Heaven” Glee Club Delphic Staff Second Prize All-Oregon Essay Con­ test Fourth Prize Beekman Historical Essay Contest Elizabeth McIntosh “ ’Tis well to be merry and wise ’Tis well to be honest and true” Expression Play ’26 Katherine Moore “Sober, steadfast and demure” Glee Club ’24-’25 Expression Play ’26 �■ DELPHIC Betty Parry “For what I will I will and there’s an end” Delphic Staff Helen Peters “Why can’t I look profounder, graver, wearier, My great career would grow so much careerier” Delphic Staff Student Council Glee Club ’23-’24, ’24-’26 Basketball Naida Plummer “We all like her; we just can’t help it” Glee Club ’25-’26 Eleanor Poorman “As merry as the day is long” Delphic Staff Student Council Expression Play ’26 First prize for Oregon in American Chemical Society Essay Contest First Testimonial ’25 Mary Mildred Reynolds “On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined” Glee Club Secretary ’25-’26 ___ ...........................I 13 �14 DELPHIC 1 Dorothy Sandstrom “The mildest manners and the gentlest heart” Glee Club ’25-’26 Vivian Sandstrom “Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark” Glee Club ’24-’25 Yell Leader Elizabeth St. Clair “Mirror of all courtesy” Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Student Council Glee Club ’24-*25 Dorothy Sellwood “Of lovely form and lovely mind” Glee Club ’24-’25-’26 Julia Smith “Happy I am; from care I’m free Why aren’t all contented like me” Glee Club �DELPHIC Marian Statter “It’s nice to be natural when you’re naturally nice” Glee Club Assistant Business Man­ ager ’25-’26 Helen Spencer “The glass of fashion, and the mold of form, The observed of all observers” Delphic Staff Glee Club Vice-President ’24-’25-’26 Isabel Starr “She is pretty to walk with and witty to talk with” Delphic Staff Elaine Strowbridge “Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind” Glee Club ’25-’26 Expression Play ’26 Dorothy Taylor “Her voice ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman” Glee Club ’24-’25 15 �le and trip it as you go on the ?ht fantastic toe” Club '22-’23 :h Play ’26 Prize All Oregon Essay Contest >r Williams , sweet and honest, a lovely ;s is she” abundance of all that is charmyj �“Vincit Qui se Vincit” In everyone’s life there is always a battle of some kind. There must be or life would lose its zest. But the greatest battle, the hardest battle, is to conquer oneself. “Vincit Qui se Vincit”—“He conquers who con­ quers himself”—after a hard battle, but never an egotistic one. There is not much ego left when this victory is won because in its achievement a person comes to know himself too well to have much conceit remaining to him. This battle truly won makes a person humble. He realizes that he is not the “king-pin” or “lord of creation” he thought he was but merely a man who must fight his battles as every one of us must. A violent temper, a selfish disposition, and pettiness go hand in hand. Suppose, for example, a man has a violent temper; someone wishes to approach him on a matter of importance. He is warned that the man may be in a bad mood, therefore be careful. Now, why should everyone suffer because one man has not conquered himself ? He is selfish in giving way to the violent temper because others dare not approach him on matters where he might be of assistance, and petty because he is too small to see how selfish his disposition is. Again, if under insult a man manages to refrain from retort he has won a two-fold battle: that with himself, and the satisfaction of knowing that the insulter’s words were wasted. Further, he has obeyed the com­ mand: “Whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.” If we only realized and lived by the great teachings of Him who died for us, we would conquer ourselves because we would see our �18 DELPHIC insignificance and that our pettiness is really after all hurting us more than anyone else. So—“Vincit Qui se Vincit ” Let it be our motto through life to abide by, and we will come out victorious and better women in the end. Betty Parry, ’26. The Deficiency List “There’s a Destiny which shapes our ends rough-hew them how we will,” might well be applied to the Deficiency List—There’s a Deficiency List which shapes our Friday afternoons, plan them how we will. How we dread it—that List! And yet it really is a great blessing—mayhap in dis­ guise, but still a blessing. When it was first instituted nearly the whole school appeared in its columns. Then, when the announcement was made that everyone so appearing would “do time” on Friday afternoon, a general gloom pervaded the school and the Friday afternoon sessions were large. But now its numbers have decreased considerably. It is sink or swim and most of us prefer to swim. It shows just what is really in us; that a little effort is all that is really necessary. That List has shown most of us up for what we really are, namely: Lazy. Oh, I know it is an ugly word! And the truth sometimes hurts, but nevertheless it is the truth. And when we are toiling in the study hall on that very Friday afternoon, for which we have planned something entirely different, we make a firm resolve to keep off that List in the future. And you know the funny part of it is that we actually succeed. Betty Parry, ’26. �___ 19 History of the Class of 1926 This is the story of a voyage of the good ship St. Helen s Hall, This vessel makes many voyages, all of them interesting, but our story concerns this particular journey and above all the crew. First, however, 1 must explain about the journey. The Hall, as she is called, starts from the port of Kindergarten and sails down the long river of Study to the port of Graduation, from which one sails out onto the broad Sea of Life. The Hall stops at various ports along the way, all of which are numbered, where it takes on sailors. The voyages are attended with much danger and difficulty, but with perseverance and application to work one may win through. On this one journey have been many sailors, but I shall only tell about those who have managed to remain until the port of Graduation has been reached. I embarked from the port numbered 1915. My companions at that time were many, but of them none is left. But at the port of January, 1920, which is midway between those of 1919 and 1920, we took on a sailor who is now with us, Phyllis Henningsen. Our next stop, at 1920. brought us May Belle Allen, now purser on the ship, and Elizabeth St. Clair; and at 1921 Betty Allyn and Elaine Strowbridge joined us. From January, 1922, came Dorothy Mautz, now our most noble capatin. At the next stop, 1922, our number was almost doubled. Those who helped swell our meagre numbers were Nancy Bonham, Nancy Car­ penter, Bernice Congleton, Helen Dunn, Ardelia Haradon, Cornelia Ire­ land, Helen Peters, Betty Parry, Mary Mildred Reynolds, Helen Spencer, Dorothy Sellwood, and Catherine Van Schuyver. �20 DELPHIC There were then nineteen of us to carry on, but it was not our fate to be left such a small company, for at January, 1923, there were added to us six more—Muriel Barde, Elizabeth Martin, Eleanor Poorman, Isabel Starr, Marian Statter and Eleanor Williams, making a total of twentyfive! We considered ourselves almost the largest crew list of all the Hall’s voyages. The record list was thirty. We certainly had to establish a new record, so at 1923 we annexed Betsy Abbott, Margaret Brandes, Virginia Coke, Beth McIntosh, Naida Plummer, Dorothy Sandstrom, Julia Smith, Vivian Sandstrom, Dorothy Taylor, and Maria Wilson. The total was now thirty-five. Maybe the margin was too small and we perhaps thought that we must set a record which could not be equalled for many years, but at any rate, when we came to 1924, we added to our number Margaret Hall, Mary Louise Hosch, Mildred Gibson, Dorothy Lawrence, Katherine Moore, Margaret McCall, and Helen Hembree. Then from January, 1925, came Caulean Creath. This brought the grand total up to forty-three, a record which it will take a great many years to equal, much less surpass. The voyage itself was by no means dull, for beside the work, there were many amusements and entertainments to be had. There were some strenuous times, such as the icebergs of mid-year exams, through which we had to maneuver around Christmas time, and in the summer the black fogs of final Exams. Despite these few difficulties the journey was very pleasant, and we shall all be sorry to have to leave to make room for the next crew. Not only have we been known for our large number, but many of our crew have gained fame for us in various ways. Cornelia Ireland won a scholarship for the highest average in the Entrance Exams for the S. S. College, the next ship in which she sails. Margaret McCall won second prize in the All-Oregon Essay Contest, and fourth in the C. C. Beeckman Historical Essay Contest. Catherine Van Schuyver won first in the latter contest, and Eleanor Poorman won first prize for her essay for the American Chemical Society. The whole crew won the highest average for 1925-26. In sports, Elizabeth Martin was captain of the basketball team comprised of the best members of all the crews. Though we shall soon be parted, let us hope that our fellow sailors will ever help to carry on the traditions and high standings which we so enjoyed while on the good ship St. Helen’s Hall. Nancy Chipman, ’26. �DELPHIC 21 Class Will I, Betsy Abbott, leave my position as President of the Student Council to anyone who wants it. (Don’t all speak at once.) I, May Belle Allen, leave my efficiency in geometry to “Connie” Green. I, Betty Allen, do bequeath my enthusiasm for sports to Doris Wade. I, Muriel Barde, do bequeath my habit of borrowing to Lucile Bowman. I, Nancy Bonham, will my auburn hair to Mavis Hedburg. I, Margaret Brandes, leave my powers to suppress a giggle to Mary Helen Carr. I, Nancy Carpenter, leave my dark beauty to June Clancy. I, Nancy Chipman, will my athletic ability to Barbara Clarke. I, Virginia Coke, leave my un-senior-like giggles to Mary Simmonds. I, Bernice Congleton, will my efficiency to do geometry to Imogen Wentworth. I, Caulean Creath, bequeath my seat in the study hall to any ambitious Junior who desires it. I. Helen Dunn, will and bequeath my shingle to Mary Elizabeth Wheeler. I, Mildred Gibson, leave my clear voice to those who sing in chapel. I, Margaret Hall, leave my gift of asking questions to Deborah Ball. I, Ardelia Haradon, leave my dry wit to Jane Ladd. I, Betty Perry, leave my literary ability to Eviline Hall. I, Helen Peters, bestow my gift for collecting money to all Juniors on future committees. I, Eleanor Poorman, do bequeath my happy disposition to Blanche Coe. I, Eeanor Poorman, do bequeath my dimples and smile to Blanche Coe. I, M. M. Reynolds, leave my extraordinary height to “Libby" Zan. I, Vivian Sandstrom, leave my pep to Rosamond Strieker. I, Elizabeth St. Clair, bequeath my inability to stop talking in study hall to Helen Hyde. I, Dorothy Sellwood, bequeath my golden locks to Esther Kaser. I, Julia Smith, will my good nature to Frances James. I, Helen Spencer, bestow my stateliness on Helen Adelsperger. I, Helen Hembree, leave my talent for elocution to Margaret Johnson. I, Phyllis Henningsen, will Marjorie to the school. I, Marilouise Hosch, leave my fiery temperament to Susan Sargent. I, Cornelia Ireland, leave my horsemanship to Serena Morrison. I, Dorothy Lawrence, leave my school girl complexion to Helen Loomis. I, Elizabeth Martin, leave my athletic ability to Marjorie Holman. I, Margaret McCall, leave my gift of winning prizes to Frances Loomis. I, Eiizabeth McIntosh, bequeath my grace on the tennis court to Kath­ leen Jayne. I. Katharine Moore, leave my unassuming manner to Dorothy Cannon. I, Isabel Starr, leave my crowning glory to Esther Scarborough. �22 DELPHIC I, Marion Statter, leave my lengthy locks to future growers of bobbed hair. I, Elaine Strowbridge, do hereby bequeath my even disposition to Mary Alice Meyer. I, Dorothy Taylor, will my quiet demeanor to Katherine James. I, Maria Wilson, leave my leather coat to the boarding department. I, Eleanor Williams, leave my talent for drawing to Jane Cullers. I, Dorothy Mautz, bequeath my ability to get there on time to Ardella Sweek. I, Dorothy Sandstrom, will my winning ways to Mary Louise Zan. I, Catherine Van Schuyver, bequeath my love of the dance to Madelon Brodie. We, the members of the Class of 1926, leave the Physics Laboratory Equipment to the School. Signed: Catherine Van Schuyver. Witnessed: Dorothy Mautz. Cornelia Ireland. *» St. Helen’s Hall, we’re leaving, And our ways are far apart, But the memory of our school days Goes with us deep in our hearts. Our sorrows and our joyous days, We have them one and all, For no matter what they were to us Now they’re memories of the Hall. And when in years to come we see The^old school again, You 11 hear us singing in our hearts Our school song’s glad refrain— Lift the banner, float it onward, sing we one and all— Hail St. Helen’s Hall.” MURIEL BARDE, ’26. �. I....il'L'V DELPHIC 23 Class Prophecy I sat before the fire vainly endeavoring to read futures in the glowing embers. As the clock struck a shockingly late hour I broke off abruptly and, feeling a bit hungry after such a great mental strain, decided to investigate the pantry before “turning in’’. The result of the investigation was a piece of pie. Need I say more? I had given the maker of dreams material enough to keep me busy for the night. I fell, down, down, down, a whirl of voices and colors all about me, until I stood before a big square building painted red, white and blue; over it winked and blinked an electric sign in glowing colors. I read: The House of Forty-three Futures.” Vaguely I remembered that this was the number of the class of 1926, so being possessed of a strong feminine curiosity I entered the portals of the red, white and blue striped building, which were opened by two red, white and blue cockatoos, screaming loudly. Inside there seemed to be everything and yet nothing. I could concen­ trate on no one object. So I stood quite still and said: “Tilly had a tiger”—that famous nursery rhyme—backwards. Ah! Everything became quite clear! In front of me was a huge candy jar guarded by a cockatoo. I drew a step nearer and saw a little shelf nearby, which had a heap of pennies on it. I counted Forty-three! By the way, these pennies were quite unusual. Instead of the head of Lincoln or an Indian there was a cockatoo on each penny. The cockatoo began to flap his wings in great agitation and finally he screeched: “Cross my wing with copper; cross my wing with copper?” Repeating that other famous nursery rhyme backwards, “Big Bill Sat in the Middle of the Room Eating Pancakes”, I crossed his “wing with copper”. “Betsy Abbott!” screamed the cockatoo, handing me a huge conversa­ tion candy from out of the jar. In lovely pink letters I read. “Chairman Town Council, famous for edict banning the use of red pocket handker­ chiefs by mayors”. “Hm-m! What an unusual edict, quite original,” thought I, munching pensively as I tendered another penny. “Virginia Coke, international golf champion, now playing tournament against the King of Siam’s daughter.” Virginia always was an ardent golfer and, with every wish for her success, I handed over another penny to the cockatoo (with whom I was now on such familiar terms that I called him Ptolemy Seleucus) and received a candy in the shape of a book with the following inscribed upon it: “Founder of the College for the Solution of Unsolvable Geometrical Propositions”. “Dear old May Belle,” I thought. “Wasn’t that her generous nature? Always helping others.” �V. 24 DELPHIC Another penny—“Elizabeth Allyn, basketball coach for the natives of Patagonia." Elizabeth had always been enthusiastic along that line, and I was not surprised at her profession. Next I thoughtfully consumed the fact that Muriel Barde had become the author of “Snappy French Conversations With Those Who Know the Language”. They were all becoming so very interesting that I bought the next future with growing curiosity. Ptolemy Seleucus, noticing my eagerness, jammed a candy ball way down my throat. “Really, Ptolly, it isn’t necessary to choke me,” said I gulping down the fact that Nancy Bonham had become poet-laureate to Her Majesty Queen Marie of Ptomania. The cockatoo limply handed me Margaret Brandes’ future. “Oh, you go from one extreme to the other,” said I crossly, and digested the fol­ lowing: “Assistant chauffeur to the Milkem and Churnem Creameries.” Nancy Carpenter came next, a leading motion picture star of Tanglewood, now playing in “Six Sharps and One Flat”. Nancy Chipman had become equestrian understudy to the Prince of Wales, and Caulean Creath was famous for her book of travel, “Around the World in Three Million Seconds”. By this time I had lost my awe of Ptolemy Seleucus so I gave him all but one penny, which I put in my shoe for Future use. Immediately a deluge of candies descended upon me, and the next thing I knew I was listening in on a radio. The announcer was from station SOS in Borneo and I had no difficulty in recognizing Helen Dunn’s voice (it had ever been powerful). “The Duchess of Mowbray will talk on the subject of I remembered ‘Fifty different ways of entering a ballroom correctly, that Catherine Van Schuyver had married the Duke of Mowbray and was famous for her work in world culture. Next I turned in on Dover to get the report of the Channel contest and learned that Mildred Gibson, the first of her sex to accomplish the swimming of the English Channel, had just stepped out of the water on the French side. I had hardly received this thrilling news than my eye was caught by a magazine lying on the floor. I picked it up—the title was “Jokes to Make the English Laugh”, Haradon and Spencer publishers. After reading a few I suddenly felt as if I must travel. So, snatching up a banana, a pair of binoculars, and a teapot I rushed downstairs and out to the sleigh waiting in the street below. We drove over hill and dale, across rivers and mountains, and it kept getting colder and colder until I finally cited a barber pole (not one of these modern things, but a good old-fashioned one) sticking up in the middle of the ice. “Ah! The North Pole!” Scarcely had I uttered these words than the sleigh stopped and I got out, attracted by the sound of music to the tiny igloo at the foot of the Pole. As I entered the door an Eskimo gave me a program and ushered me to a seat. The music was strange and haunting. I felt that I should know the conductor of the orchestra, although I could not see her face. But, } )» �IP DELPHIC BMHHi 25 glancing at my program, I discovered that Bercie Congleton traveled over the globe giving symphony concerts for the betterment of the heathen. As soon as I had eaten the banana the music stopped and Bercie came to meet me. We had scarcely greeted each other with the old St. Helen’s Hall countersign than a whining sound was heard outside. “Quick!” cried Bercie, “or we’ll be too late! Taylor, the great dare-devil stunt performer, is about to land.’’ We rushed out of the igloo just in time to see Dorothy Taylor land with a pirouette on the top of the Pole. Our joy at seeing her was as great as our surprise at her profession. But she seemed quite unconcerned about it. After a few reminiscences Dorothy and I said goodby to Bercie and climbed into the waiting air­ plane. As the plane rose in the air we settled down to a good gossip over the past, the present and^no, we let the future alone (it’s much the safest, anyway). In her travels over the globe performing stunts Dorothy had met many of the Old Girls. Dorothy Sellwood had become Mrs. Simon Fitz-Simmons, and she ran an advice-to-girls column in the Daily News. The key­ note of her remarks was “Never be sure of your husband until you’ve got him”. This astonishing piece of news almost took my breath away and Dorothy thrust a bottle of Strowbridge & Henningsen Smelling Salts under my nose (they also carry an odorless perfume). “Oh, do tell me more,” I begged. “Well, Helen Peters and Elizabeth Martin are now running a school for young ladies. They give special courses in dieting and becoming beautiful and have already done a noble work. “And Naida Plummer? Surely you remember her optical illusions?” “Yes, very well indeed,” I murmured. “She’s opened an optical shop called ‘Specs’ and they say she’s quite well to do.” “But, my dear, I must tell you the best. Katherine Moore, Helen Hembree and Dorothy Lawrence have all become famous lecturers and are willing to talk on any subject for the nominal sum of one dollar an hour.” “Why, how every original. Are they successful?” “Oh, extremely so, but I hear they have put the price up. People wanted such foolish speeches delivered. Well, I must leave you now. I’m due to land on the Tower of Babel.” I took up my binoculars and gazed on the scene below, I saw a university stretched out before me and ordered the pilot to descend. Step­ ping out onto the campus I encountered two capped and gowned pro­ fessors strolling alone, enjoying the quiet (the students were attending a football game). They proved to be two more old friends—Dorothy Mautz, professor of Philosophy, and Vivian Sandstrom, professor of the Nervous System. (I remembered reading her book on “The Best Means of Going Without Sleep.” Most interesting!) �26 DELPHIC As I was ever on the watch for the messages of famous people to the world I handed Professor Miautz a candy and asked for hers. “Tell them that Socrates was quite right when he said ‘know thyself’ but it’s just as well to know the other fellow when dealing in such practical things as Fords and eggbeaters.” “And you, professor?” said I turning to Vivian with the usual countersign. “The best way to keep awake is to avoid reading my book on the subject. I know that I have found it useful.” After jotting down this data, I turned the conversation into more pleasant channels, that of speaking of old acquaintances (you may have noticed my fondness for the topic e’er this). “Have you seen Margaret McCall lately? I heard that she had adopted a profession.” “Oh, yes, indeed. She’s instructor in the art of playing jazz success­ fully, and really she bids fair to top her profession.” “And Marilouise Hosch and Julia Smith? What are they doing?” “Oh, Julia is running a kindergarten and Marilouse paints the most unique designs on pots and pans. Really, I never saw anything quite so clever. They make very lovely wedding presents.” “Don’t forget to tell her about Isabel Starr, Elizabeth St. Clair and Marion Statter,” interrupted Vivian. I m just coming to them, but first I must have another conversation candy if I’m to keep on conversing. Thank you! Well, they studied missionary work and as missionaries to the South Sea Islands have substituted the Charleston for the Hula-Hula dance, and Mary Mildred Reynolds is house mother at the eta-piece-a-pie sorority.” r , 9°me’ ^ot5 we must hurry. I’m due now for a class. You know I tind the seniors even more stupid than the freshmen.” And they hurried off. / St!°bed along looking into the shop windows until I came to a queer little p ace with a shingle over the door reading, “Fountain Pens Cared r . In gieat curiosity I entered and was greeted by a chorus of “hush” thf cl/,cumstances> found that this was a fountain pen hosnitpl tahle and th th °Ct0r ^ana Wilson now had a patient on the operating again.and Utm°St qU16t W°uld be aPPreciated. So I tiptoed out a GrandC°Camnf'hatr ev<Tnt was going on in the little town, namely, *“ Eie'nor p°™,n b™! She had previously been made a princess by the Cherokee Indians. never^do m^eavp^h^0111 oUt S*X meml3ers °f the class and it would UMO Eleanor6^ SeT er fCll^t ** ^ “d TJ Tell me, what has become of Cornelia iSand conversat‘°" cand’eS' and Betty Parry?” �m DELPHIC 27 Promptly came the answer. For in spite of her position she was still the same unsophisticated Eleanor ready to do a good turn. ‘Connie, true to her name, has gone over to Ireland and settled the Irish question at last by asking so many questions that the Irish couldn’t answer them all. Betty has invented a hair tonic guaranteed to grow hair any length desired.” “And Beth McIntosh, Margaret Hall, and Dorothy Sandstrom?’ I asked, eating candy all the while. “Beth has made a literal translation of Caesar and Margaret is secre­ tary to the Lord Mayor of Glasgow and Dorothy has opened a photog­ rapher’s studio; she specializes in ‘Speaking Likenesses’. I was about to ask about the last Member, but I found “And myself confronted with the candy jar again. I took the last penny out of my shoe and handed it to Ptolemy Seleucus, an exhausted bird, who handed me the last candy. I read the Fortune of the Forty-third Member of the Class of 1926. “Eleanor Williams, architect for the restoration of the Parthenon, in her spare time dances in the Twist-a-Lot Follies.” I looked up at the hoard of pennies which that avaricious bird Ptolemy Seleucus was counting with such glee. Having finished, he began to drop them on my head. “You are annoying,” said 1 crossly as I put my hand to my face. It was wet: “Funny,” 1 thought. “It wasn’t raining a minute ago.” “No, it’s not raining, but it’s 7:45 and you’ll be late if you don t hurry.” With a start I came back from the land of Futures. (A wet sponge was responsible for my return.) At the breakfast table Mother said: “What were you talking about in your sleep last night?” “Oh, I heard her, too. She said something about Ptolemy Seleucus; whoever he is,” chimed in little sister. Yea, verily I had dreamed a dream. Betty Parry, ’26. **■ Just to be living—anywhere— Breathing the sweetness of springtime air. Oh, it is wonderful just to live In a world so wondrous fair! The woodlands echo the voice of God; See, He smiles from the flower-strewn sod. Ah, who’d crave Heav’n which death may bring, Who dwells in Heaven—on earth—in spring. —HELEN GRAY GATENS, ’27. �28 DELPHIC Mrs. Samuel Johnson One afternoon Mr. Samuel Johnson tapped over the cobblestones of a narrow London street until he arrived at a certain well-known door He had reached the house of Mrs. Elizabeth Porter, the lady of his affec­ tions. One rap administered by his cane awakened no response from within. A fiercer knock was inefficient. Then he lifted his stout stick for a tremendous onslaught upon the panels; when the door opened and Mrs. Porter thrust out her vain, artificial face topped with a mass of curled hair. Don t hit me, Samuel!” she cried, raising one fat arm as she saw his formidable attitude. Johnson put down his cane and greeted her affec­ tionately as he entered the house. In the “sitting-room” of the old English dwelling the friends engaged in conversation. The widow openly admired Johnson s witticisms. She was a short, stout woman, wearing a red dress with a bright green shawl thrown over her shoulders. Certainly her taste was f poor. Her„ manners were unnatural. Indeed she affected the airs ot the gentry, and her attempts were ludicrous enough. Like a hippo­ potamus imitating an antelope she rose from her chair and walked toward the door. •‘Samuel,” she entreated tenderly, “You’ll be staying for tea?’ Aye, said that gallant, in eager anticipation of food The table was soon *ai(L and before Johnson’s eyes appeared a huge meat pie, which, Mrs. Porter assured him, had been prepared by her own hands especially for this occasion. Perhaps it was not a proper dish for afternoon tea, but the widow was well acquainted with her quest’s rapacious appetite, and had tried to satisfy it. „ .L'8 tme that !Mrs' Porter was a coarse woman, but then Johnson was and lln,an; 50 e tW0 rre we,|-matched- Johnson’s uncouth manners and appearance prevented his marriage to a woman of fashion - so Mrs dim e;erS " eXCeUent SUbStimte' She appeared wonderful tohfe Cllf!0w’ ,;vhether Porter obtained and retained Johnson’s love by h eTs a eydTao,ndg ^ ‘ cannot ^ by some means Son ,0™ eni or S C "" '°Ved »<- Margaret McCall, ’26. .**■ The Ocean three fourthToftrictly speaking, is a great mass of salt water which covers forth or 1 § C’ °PVer Wh,Ch great ocean shiPs ^rry back and Sest wond.r/ f[0m 8,1 °ver the world* one of Cod’s striking example of huUnlempe'ramemf 'S At dusk, it seems to be eXpreSsion’ 0r rather’ 3 happy lover wooing the grey-white gulls that �DELPHIC 29 hover over its surface, but now and then go darting up into the beautifullyhued sky, as if trying to revel in its flower-like coloring. Yet, at dawn this creation cares nothing for the gulls, but seems only to enjoy looking at the blue sky and bobbing its white caps impudently at the gulls. The ocean’s most striking example of a human’s temperament is its great tempers and selfishnesses, which are aroused when it, having been whirled into a frenzy by a gale of wind and rain, dashes against the rocks that line the shore. Like a human being, it has enemies, the rocks, and in its desire to conquer them loses sight of all things but this accomplish­ ment. It is then quite merciless and selfish, being wrapped up in the one motive of dashing to pieces the rocks that guard the shore. It tosses about the veritable toy ships, disgusted with the idea that anything made by man should even attempt to cross its waters. Again it expresses a more beautiful side to human nature, for the next day it is quite repentant for its previous actions and tries to make itself as beautiful to the universe as possible, and it succeeds well. Margaret Hall, ’26. .**An Embarrassing Mistake It has often been said that people make mistakes in the simplest of matters and I believe that to be the case in my instance. I went to the grocery store one afternoon, and just as I was coming out through the door I met a neighbor of ours. He asked me if I was ready to go home; I told him that I was, so he told me to go over and get into his car across the street. He had just purchased a new Buick sedan, and as I saw one parked across the street, I went and got into it. After waiting awhile I noticed a man coming with his arms full of gro­ ceries toward the car. He kept coming and coming until he was right up by the side of the car. He proceeded to open the door and to empty the groceries into the back. He looked in rather a surprised manner at me and exclaimed: “Well, well, who have we here?” I replied that it was “Mr. So-and-So’s car” car and that I was waiting for him to come out of the store. He looked very surprised and after a minute he informed me, that unless he had sold the car while he was out of his mind, it still belonged to him. He referred me to another Buick sedan parked across on the other street, and I discovered to my dismay that the automobile not only belonged to our neighbor, but that the neighbor himself was just getting into the car. I jumped out of the car and hurried across the street to him, calling his name, but I was too late, for when I was just within a short distance from him he started up, evidently thinking that I had decided to wa home. The outcome was, that I had to walk home, being not only the center of amusement for all who saw me, but feeling very much embarrassed. Doris Wade, ’27. �30 DELPHIC The Uses of Disagreeable People “Dad, can I have a new bow and some arrows?” asked Dorothy as she came into the house one afternoon after school. “No!” came an answer like the boom of a cannon. Mr. Belle’s eyes peered around the corner of a newspaper he was reading. “Don’t you know that it is impolite to bother me when I’m reading.” “Yes, but fa— The look Mr. Belle gave her was enough to make her stop. Dorothy turned away in disgust. “It won’t always be this way,” thought Dorothy, “And to think he By this time she cut my allowance in half because I was trying to save, was on the verge of tears. Dorothy grabbed her tennis racket and started out of the house. “Where are you going?” asked the same voice from behind a newspaper. “Outside,” said Dorothy. “No you are not.” Dorothy put her racket back in the closet and picked up her Latin book. So you see for disagreeable people—there is no use for them! Gladys Elliott, ’29. <* Mrs. Tabbytails’ Party Mrs. Fluffycoat had done all her washing and was sitting on the window-sill enjoying the sunshine, when her friend Mrs. Tabbytail, who lived just around the corner, came walking by. There had been a heavy shower and Mrs. Tabbytail, in order to keep her white stockings clean, was picking her way daintily along the top of a fence. She caught sight of Mrs. Fluffycoat and stopped to speak. “How are you?” she asked. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you since the last Symphony concert. Do drop in this afternoon and have a saucer of hot milk. I want to ask you advice about—dear me, is that the Catsmeatman? I haven’t ordered the dinner yet; I must run! But try and come early, so we can have a nice long chat.” Mrs. Tabbytail had just gone, when Bunty, Mrs. Fluffycoat’s eldest daughter, arrived, ready for dinner. “Do hurry up, Mother! she said. I’m simply starving. What is it—cold sardines and bread pudding?1 Oh, well! It might be worse?’ When Bunty had gone and Mrs. Fluffycoat had washed the plates and tidied herself, she set out for Mrs. Tabbytail’s house, which, by taking a short cut over two or three fences, she reached in a very short time. I am pleased to see you,” said Mrs. Tabbytail. “Do make yourself at home. I am thinking of giving a party for my daughter, Susy. She will be four years old next Tuesday.” “How delightful!” exclaimed Mrs. Fluffycoat. �DELPHIC 31 “As to the refreshments,” continued Mrs. Fluffycoat, petting her paws together. They discussed further details and finally Mrs. Fluffycoat returned home. The next few days were very busy ones indeed. In every corner of Cattown there was a buzz of preparation; loving mothers were stitching and scrubbing and scrubbing and stitching every day. I heard one of the invited say when she was asked whether she was going: ‘‘Of course I am going. Mother has been washing my white shirt front twenty times a day ever since she heard about it, and I am hardly ever allowed to play in the coal scuttle; she says she wants me to be a credit to her, not a disgrace.” At last the day of the party arrived and every kitten who had been asked was washed, scrubbed, scoured and polished from top to toe and from head to tail at least a half a dozen times. Eight was the time set for the party and the Allblacks, groomed to the very last hair on their tail, arrived first. Mrs. Fluffycoat and Bunty were the last to arrive, for Bunty was afraid her new pink bow might suffer if they took the short cut. Susy received her guests with open paws. What a good time every­ body had. Puss in the corner, hide and seek and touch-last were very popular, until the refreshments came, and it was not long before nearly everything had disappeared. The mothers were sitting in corners admir­ ing their daughters and pretending to admire other people s daughters. ‘‘Don’t you think my Kitty looks beautiful in blue? It just matches her eyes,” said Mrs. Tortoiseshell. “Yes,” replied Mrs. Sharpaws,” but her tail does not hang half as well as Betty’s.” Mrs. Tabbytail just them came to the rescue and brought a saucer of nice hot milk, and Mrs. Tortoiseshell and Mrs. Sharpaws forgot their quarrel, lapping up the milk. But all good times must come to an end, for the kittens were getting sleepier and sleepier, and Susy forgot her manners and scratched Bunty s nose in a rush for the last mouse patty. So the sleepy kittens were taken home by their parents and every kitten decided that it was the best party he had ever been to. Mary Simmonds, ’27. .*»■ The Diary of a Florist’s Blotter May 1st I just absorbed another note to Betty Richards. It is certainly sur prising how many gardenias and roses she receives. is wee Bill sent yesterday were beautiful. seems to be Dick, but the roses May 4th Tom sent gardenias today. He’s new, I can te y blotted his note; all the more interesting, especially since i stated his intentions today. �32 DELPHIC May 6th Bill scored again, and I certainly was proud to blot the note that went with his huge bouquet; though Tom’s orchids yesterday weren’t to be scorned. May 7th Bill must have had a quarrel; his note was addressed to someone else. Anyway, I blotted a very earnest plea from Dick. May IOth Rather a lull. Bill sent sweetpeas and roses today, and a note saying he was sorry. May 15 th 1 helped dispatch exactly six bouquets, 1 don’t see why those young men aren’t saving their money if they intend to marry that girl. May 28th She must have told them to stop sending flowers; nearly two weeks and only one box sent, and that was from Bill. I wonder what’s wrong! June 1st Well, you can’t imagine what happened! But I rather suspected it would, after all; a shower bouquet of gardenias, orchids, roses and lilies of the valley and six pastel bouquets for the bridesmaids. Jean Morrison, ’27. .**■ Why I Like “We Must MarcK9 1 like “We Must March” by Honore Willsie Morrow, primarily because it is a historical novel; for I am interested in that type of writing. The author’s language is so vivid that the reader is able to see a clear mental picture of the events and the scenes portrayed in the tale. The foundation of the story is actual history; and, although it is enlarged and colored by the personalities of the principal characters, one feels that most of the happenings really occurred. The story ends satisfactorily when Marcus Whitman has succeeded in bringing a wagon train to the Oregon country. Narcissa Whitman, the heroine, seems too good to be true, but the book as a whole gives an interesting account of the early struggles of the heroic missionaries, although life to these people must have been far from entertaining. Margaret McCall, ’26. •**- Locked In It was growing dark outside the tall French windows and inside, a lonesome little pup lay before a dying fire. He stirred restlessly, rose, and walked about the empty room. Failing to find amusement, he re urne to is place before the coals, but the rug had grown cold. He �DELPHIC i ! i! i : 1 33 whimpered mournfully and wandered out into the coat-hall to wait for the Mistress. Shuffling softly, he explored the corners one by one. Ah, this was better! He had found a pair of shiny black overshoes. Gleefully he caught one up between his little sharp teeth, and growling ferociously, he shook it with all the strength he could muster. Round and round the coat-hall he dragged and pounded it, pretending it was a big rat which he had caught. When he grew tired, he took it into the larger room and sat contentedly chewing it before the embers which still glowed in the grate. At the sound of a step on the walk, he dropped his plaything hastily, jumped up, and ran to the door, barking his excited welcome. It was the Mistress. Proudly he led her to fireplace to show her his new toy. She saw the ruined overshoe and turned to the dog with a look that brought a puzzled expression into his eyes. His ears half dropped, then lifted again tentatively. “Topsy! You naughty, naughty, dog!” scolded the Mistress. Topsy’s ears and tail drooped dejectedly. What could he have done? ‘‘To punish you I will lock you in the bedroom for half an hour and no one shall come near you. ” He looked at her inquiringly, but it was not long before his outspoken question was answered, He was left in the bedroom all alone. At first his dignity was injured, and he sat perfectly still, disdaining to explore. But a window was open near him and the light wind blew the ruffled curtains back and forth invitingly. He forgot his pride and jumped for the curtains. What a beautiful ripping sound they made! Before long, he had found many other fabrics with which to make lovely ripping sounds. He was enjoying himself to the utmost. The Mistress, thinking that Topsy would be thoroughly repentant, re­ lented at the end of twenty-five minutes. She hurried to release her “poor, little, abused puppy” and opened her door upon a scene of destruc­ tion. Her lovely curtains were in shreds. The pillows from her bed, a so torn, were strewn about the floor, the articles on her dressing tab e were knocked over, and a suffocating odor of perfume filled the air. it stark rage filling her heart, she sought Topsy. He was nowhere to be found. Part of the anger gave way to anxiety. Then she thought o e open window. What if—Oh! no, surely not! She told herself it was im­ possible, but nevertheless she suddenly sat down and began o weep, imagining her Topsy cruelly hurt by his fall from the high win ow. In the midst of her heart-broken sobbing, a cold little nose was comfortingly into her hand. With a wild cry of joy, she gathered Topsy up in her arms, regardless of the fact that his neck was encircle y a wr of flowers that was undoubtedly from her best garden-party a . Subsequent investigation brought to light the fact that Topsy had been curled up asleep in a hat-box in the dark closet. Now he has an shoe with “Topsy” painted on it, which is reserved for his use omy. Cornelia Ireland, ’26. �34 DELPHIC /__ What l Thought of Being Pinched by a Cop H__ What I Think Now On “What I Used to Think” When I was smaller, and I used to hear people say anything about being ' pinched" -I mean being pinched for speeding-1 thought that if you were going too fast a cop would come up to you and say, “You are pinched for speeding”. Then you would go down to the judge and if you had been going very fast he would give you a real hard pinch. The faster you were going, the harder pinch you would get. But 1 know entirely different now. The cop would say probably, “You are pinched for speed­ ing”. But that is about all that would be anything like what I thought. Ardeane Henningsen, ’29. Outgrown Opinions When 1 was about five years old, 1 thought dogs ate every cat they saw;; also 1 thought that they loved the black cats the best because they were licorice, and that the brown were chocolate flavored, and the white vanilla. Just’because 1 liked licorice best I naturally thought dogs did. Now, we had a beautiful black Persian cat, and next door lived a huge police dog. One lovely afternoon, when I was feeding “Gypsy,’ the cat, the dog came around the corner of the house after the meat he had evidently smelled. I was facing the cat and did not see the dog, but Gypsy did. Seeing her startled looks 1 turned around to see what was the matter. When 1 saw the dog coming closer I started to grab the cat and run in the house, but to my great amazement “Gypsy” stepped forward to defend herself. She growled and hit the dog on his nose with her claws, which changed his mind, and mine, too, and he turned and ran the other way. Since then 1 have never tried to rescue a cat from a dog, and I also learned that all cats have pink flesh as we have and that dogs never eat them after killing them. Helen Owens, ’29. 0^ « Science Science is not the destroyer of sentiment and gentle illusions, We can learn scientific truths without losing our sentimentality. How can science ravage the sublime beauties of nature. Nature is fully as beautitu now as it was centuries ago. It is to the scientist alone that nature be­ comes perverted; he is usually so interested in the sepals and petals, the stamens and pistil of a flower, that he forgets to enjoy its unanalyze beauty. Nor can science destroy the marvelous in the arts. What artis conforms his work to the dictates of science. Science does not destroy faith; it actually strengthens faith by proving that it was possible f°r �DELPHIC 35 Bible miracles to occur. Science analyzes", but do we lose interest in an engine when we learn how it works? No. Our attention is but held the closer. If science says that all is a lie, then science itself is false. Instead of tearing down our fundamentals, science walks hand in hand with them, and often assists psychology, philosophy and religion over the rough places in the road. Margaret McCall, ’26. Dearest Jest: 1 am very lonesome, Won’t you come down next week for that longdelayed visit? I have been thinking a great deal of your last one. It has many pleasant memories for me but 1 think we will enjoy the next one even more. There are so many ways to find pleasure here. We will have all our old standing jokes to laugh at, as well as the new ones we will find. I think your sense of humor is one of your most likeable charac­ teristics. I had an experience the other day that we can enjoy together. We were going on a fishing-trip so we got up before dawn, to get ready. It was pitch dark and as we were stumbling about, half asleep, suddenly we heard a lark singing. Shortly after that the sky began to brighten. It seemed almost uncanny, as if he had been flying so high that he had seen the day approaching before we even guessed it was near. Then he came and perched himself in the vines around my window. While Dad hunted rods and reels and I made sandwiches, the old rooster who had been crowing mightily on the barnyard fence came strutting up with his Ply­ mouth Rock household. The “hired man” was whistling as he ploughed, and we heard Martha singing as she milked old Jenny. Strangely enough both musicians had chosen “When You and I Were Young, Maggie . missed your keen appreciation of such a scene. Another source of our enjoyment will be long walks. The fields are white with daisies and we are almost surrounded by bald, rounded hills, where clouds sometimes rest. There is plenty of room to let one s ima§ ination wander in this scenery. Not far from here lives the dearest o couple with an adopted daughter. I will take you to see them and 1 am sure you will love them . ,, . ... „ It is rumored that a dance will be given in the neighboring village within the next two weeks. You can’t miss it. These litt e towns c ing to their quaint old customsj and the dancing will take place on the villag green, in the afternoon. .All the older people will come to watch, gossip, and tell superstitious tales. . , I suppose you are having a wonderful time in town, un e this is a very gay season, but you must come to visit rne a Jmusic country place. You will have no idea of the enjoyment SUPP^jp' until you have heard my radio. I listen to it for hours, hear by the next mail that you are coming. Love, UAllegro. Cornelia Ireland, '26. �36 DELPHIC Briarwood, Oregon, May 5, 1926. Dearest Aeneas: I have not seen you for centuries so you know that I have changed a great deal. I am five feet eleven inches high and weigh one hundred and thirty-seven pounds. My eyes are a blue gray and my hair is brown. I live in the United States. I am supposed to be sixteen years old, but wouldn’t the people be surprised if they knew that I was living when you were on Earth ? The people nowadays are not as warlike as in your time. They believe in taking life easily and getting as much fun out of life as possible. They think that we never had any fun centuries ago. If the people only knew the fun we had they would think that they were leading a dead sort of life. How is Dido? The poor child, has she ever forgiven you or do you ever see her? If you ever think of coming back to the Earth, you had better come to the United States, for it is a very nice country. Nowadays children have to go to school and learn a number of differ­ ent kinds of studies. I am in the first year of high school and have seven more years of schooling. The people of today have a recreation which is called golf. In golf you have some funny sticks which are called clubs, with which you hit a ball which is called a pill, You then chase over a number of acres of land trying to find your ball in order that you may hit it again and con­ tinue your chase around the country. There is another thing the people do. They scuff along the floor in twos and stand in such positions that you would think they were de­ formed, and they call this dancing. They do this dancing to the tune of a great deal of hammering and banging which is called jazz. I do not care for these things for they are foolish. I will have to end this letter now and do those studies I told you they make us learn at school. Please write to me soon and tell me what is happening in the Under World and please tell me if anybody lives on the other planets. Give my love to all my friends. Goodbye for now. Your loving friend, Katherine James, ’29. �37 Monday, February 1 The second term, The silence is over. The dread is over. Once again we are human, for the “exams’ are now in the past and are buried, never to rise again. Saturday, February 13 The mid-year prom. We gave it at the Portland Heights Club. The decorations were clever, the orchestra good, and the crowd large enough to fill the Club and small enough to have a good time. Monday, February 22 Washington's Birthday. As it fell on a Monday, all of the boarders were given a week-end which lasted until Tuesday morning, an av pupils had a vacation over Monday. Tuesday, February 21 The Freshmen and Sophomores had their annual basketball gameOf course, it was all very exciting, and the Sophomores won. er the Freshmen will have better luck next year. Score 12-10. Wednesday, February 24 and The Junior-Senior game. The feeling ran high at this .game . The the Seniors fought hard, but the victory was won by the juniors score was 18-20. Friday, February 26 The day of days! — game with Reed College. The whole school The Reed team the team played so well that we beat Ree^. t0Qok their defeat in i a stayed to have dinner with the boarders. Th y most sportsmanlike way. �38 DELPHIC Thursday, March 4 Junior-Sophomore basketball game. The Sophomores won the cup. Tuesday, March 9 ........ Reorders vs Days. This is always an interesting basketball game for the Boarders and Days are great rivals in everyth,ng pertaining to sports and as friendly as can be in all else. The Day girls beat the Boarders, to their great joy. Tuesday, March 11 The boarders who are the pupils of Miss Thomson gave a small recital in the English room. The music was really very lovely, and the girls showed the result of good teaching and diligent practice. Wednesday, March 17 St. Patrick’s Day. Nearly every one had a bit of green ribbon, a green handkerchief or something else about her, in honor of this saint of Ireland. Friday, March 19 Our second basketball game with Reed. This time we played at Reed College. The game was very exciting, as it was a much closer match than before. The score was 28 to 15 in our favor. Monday, March 29 Baptismal Services were held in Chapel today. Tuesday, March 30 Confirmation at 10:30 o’clock this morning. Bishop Sumner came to our Chapel and confirmed eighteen girls. The service was very beautiful, and the Bishop preached an interesting sermon afterwards. Wednesday, March 31 tournaments begin today The official “Opening” of tennis. The . . and excitement is running high. Every one is playing and thin mg “Maybe I’ll get to the finals.” Friday, April 2 Good Friday. There was no school today, the day being given up entirely to Church and meditation. Wednesday, April 7 Several of the Boarders were allowed to go to a show tonight, as a reward for the way they kept their silence on Good Friday. Friday, April 9—Monday, April 19 Easter vacation! The joy of all joys! No school for ten days. Boarders were longing to “get home,” and the Days “to sleep a the morning.” Needless to say, they got their wishes. �DELPHIC 39 Tuesday, May 4 Review has begun in most of the classes, and there are only three more weeks until Commencement. Sister gave the Seniors their Com­ mencement invitations yesterday, as well as a good talk on ‘What College Means or Should Mean to Us.” Thursday. May 13 Tennis finals. A picnic supper given by the New Girls to the Old. Saturday, May 22 This is the date set for the Alumnae Tea, at which the Seniors will be received into the Alumnae Association. Monday, May 24 Examinations begin. A week of fear and trembling and hard study is before us! Friday, May 28 The recital and French Play. Saturday, May 29 "Told in a Chinese Garden,” a play being given by the Expression Class. Sunday, May 30 The Baccalaureate Sermon preached by Bishop Sumner at St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral. Afterwards the girls are all invited to school, where luncheon will be served. Monday, May 31 The Junior Prom was given at school tonight. We had a good orchestra and a very gay time. The Juniors decorated the school very well, and deserve a great deal of credit for so successful a dance. Tuesday, June 1 Senior Chapel and Breakfast. Commencement at Trinity Church. The end of another year, and the end of the school for some, while others will go on. Commencement always makes one sad and, of course, happy. May the next Junior Class have as nice a year as we have had. Sj | �40 DELPHIC Snfertainnent January twelfth the boarders gave a Christmas Cantata in the Chapel before a small but appreciative audience, The idea was to relate the story of the birth of Christ in Bethlehem and the coming of the Wise Men. Sister Superior invited any of the day students who might care to, to spend the night at the Hall, and a rollicking, good time was enjoyed by all. April thirteenth Miss Thomson took several of her pupils to hear Dent Mowry at the library. The girls were all very enthusiastic over him, and enjoyed hearing him play his own compositions. May fifth the Reverend C. H. L. Chandler gave a lecture on the missionary work in China. It was instructive and was made very interesting by splendid stereopticon slides. �41 Who among us has not been reprimanded for inattention in classes during some discussion of Burke's Conciliation or the formation of crystals under certain extremely obscure conditions? Reclining, so we are told, in our chairs, our minds are obviously on something beside the subject under discussion. Some of us are exploring the jungles of Brazil or mapping the little known Panama. These are the ambitious ones, while the rest of us are content to visualize ourselves fascinating and worldly wise at a tea dance at the most fashionable place of the movement. After review­ ing the actions of our old girls, however, we find that theirs have mate­ rialized and that perhaps ours are not idle dreams. Jean Muir, ’23, has gone East and expects to leave soon for her second trip abroad. Frances Spaulding, ’22, graduated from Mills this May and Mrs. Harry Clair (Mary Helen Spaulding, ’19) went south to her sister’s Com­ mencement. Mrs. Walter Pitman Ramsey (Janet House, ’21) visited her parents recently and then returned to her home in San Diego. Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Honeyman (Suzanne Caswell, ’20) have a little son, Ronald Honeyman, Junior. Mrs. Robert Sabin, Jr. (Catherine Russel, ’19) was married a short while ago. Mrs. Frederick Jacobs (Marion Farrel, ’22) is the head of the motor corps of the Portland Junior League. Adeline Kendall, ’17, has been in the Philippines. Consuelo McMillan, ’17, who recently returned from New York, came up to school to visit. Annie Ellen La Moree, ’24, has entered training at the Good Samaritan Hospital. �42 DELPHIC Mrs. Richard G. Montgomery (Dorothy Haradon, ’23) was married the 28th of April. During vacation we had a number of visitors. Mayanna Sargent, ’25; Catherine Martin, ’25; Dorothy Statter, ’25, and Edna Ellen Bell, ’24, came from the University of Oregon. Frances Baker, ’20, is studying music in San Francisco. �DELPHIC 43 The Oracle”: Your jokes we like very much, although some of them are not original. Your story, “A Good Turn,” was very much enjoyed, but it is rather fabulous to think that an animal of that kind would wait so long until the man had a chance to kill it. “The Johannean”: Your juvenile literature is excellent. However your illustrations are rather conspicuous by their absence. “The Columbiad”: Your poetry is lovely and we wish to congratulate the author of “The Man and the Man with the Derby”, Yours is one of the few magazines in which the jokes are genuinely funny. “Satura”: We enjoyed your magazine very much, especially your “School Notes”, but we wish there were more of you. “The Ogontz Mosaic”: Your literature carries out your title, “Mosaic”, and your photographs are most enviable, We are hoping to receive another magazine from you soon. “Cargoes”: Your literary department is excellent. Where are your exchanges? We enjoyed reading your magazine and hope you will send it again. “St. Katharine’s Wheel”: Your editorials are very well written, but we suggest that you add a joke column. The Delphic acknowledges the following with thanks. “The High School Enterprise,” Pinson, Tenn. “Ivy Leaves,” St. Mary’s Hall, Burlington, N. J. “The Ogontz Mosaic,” Ogontz School, Rydal, Penna. “St. Katharine’s Wheel,” St. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. “The Comet,” West Pittston High School, Plttst®n-P®n1nan “The Ward-Belmont Hyphen,” Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Ten . “The Columbiad,” Columbia University, Portland, Ore. “The Oracle,” Rennselaer High School, RennseUer, N. Y f “Side Lines,” Middle Tennessee State Teachers College, Murfrees boro, Tenn. . “The Quill,” Wheeler School, Providence, K 1. “The Magpie,” St. Margaret’s School 'Waterbury, Coinn. “The Scroll,” Washington Seminary, Washington, Pe ■ “The Clio,” Miss Beard’s School, Orange N. J. "Ferry Tales,” Ferry Hall. Lake Forest, 111. „ jch Conn "The Rosemary Question Mark,’ Rosemary Hall "The Blue Print," Katharine Branson School n.j. “The Stampede,” Milligan College, M'lliga , “Cargoes,” Kent Place School, Summit, N. J. �DELPHIC 44 » • '••v.__A Tilbleiic^ For the First half of this term basketball held the center of attention. The schedule afforded many exciting games. The deciding game for the class championship was between the Sophomores and the Juniors, the former having beaten the Freshmen, and the latter the Seniors. The Sophomores finally won a very exciting game, with twelve points to the Juniors’ eight. The lineup was as follows: Juniors Sophs . . . . H. Loomis E. A. Johnson... C . .. . J. Cullers M. E. Wheeler. .. G E. Scarbrough G K. Briggs ......... .(2) M. Smith F. G. Goodman (12) (6) D. Livesley F. Esther Kaser . . . .M. Malarkey Elizabeth Kaser S.C The annual battle between the Day Girls’ and the Boarders resulted in a victory for the Days, 24-18. For the Boarders, Dorothy Livesley made 10 points, J. Smith 2, and M. E. Huron 6. M. A. Meyer made 18 and J. Cullers 6 for the Days. In former years the climax of the season was always a match between our team and one from Miss Catlin’s School. This year we varied our schedule and played a team from Reed College. We played on our own floor and virtually wiped them out. Their team consisted of C. Reader, H. Van de Water, R. Winchell, J. Hatton, A. Nelson and E. Hasenmayer. The final score was 30 to 0 in our favor. The Reed girls soon after sent us a challenge for a return game on their floor, which promised to be a game for “blood . It fulfilled its promise, being almost even score until the last few minutes of play, the Hall finally winning, 25 to 17. We certainly appreciated the good sportsmanship of the Reed girls, and we all hope that we will be able to play them again next year. Having at last recovered from the excitements of basketball games, we are now in the throes of a tennis tournament, but the finals are yet to be played, and the outcome is doubtful. The results will be known on May 13, as that is the day on which the finals are to be played. �45 Instructor: “In the presidential campaign of 1908, what did Mr. Bryan stand for?” Nancy Chipman: “Because he couldn’t sit down.’ Elizabeth Kaser: “A student is a larger body, I thought.” (No thin people need apply.) Hester Hopkins: “The quality of mercy is not strained—it droppeth as the gentle dew of heaven beneath. “Christianity in England goes back to before the time when Julius Caesar conquered England.” Jean Morrison: “That was in 55 B. C. I remember that. “Norma, you left your book on the seat. D .0, Jean, awakening from a dream, “What was it—The Sea Beas . That’s the best movie I ever saw.’ over the floor and Geraldine Kirby: “There were dead people all they were eating and drinking. One Boarder: “I had a great big luscious chocolate-covered cherry. Another Boarder: “Where did you get it? First Boarder: “Let me tell you the rest of my dream. Spelling “omelet”: “Sometimes they spell it another way-omelette’." Frances Loomis: Harriet Arenz: “That’s feminine.” lean Morrison: “What does ‘K’ mean?” _ Teacher: “Awkward or clumsy—a symbol. Madelon Brodie: “Oh, I see, instead o let out’ or ‘put in ? Betsy Abbot: “Does ‘acquitted’ mean ‘ all wrapped up in the Mary Helen Carr (in English) . “He was t >> carriage. �46 DELPHIC Virginia Coke: “Cherubim are little babies’ heads, aren’t they?” Bercie: “Yes, and they have little teensie wings in back of their necks. One Student: “I don’t know what course to take when I get to college. Law is hardest, isn’t it?” Second Ditto: “I guess so.” , , . , .. Third Ditto: “Well, I know a girl who s taking it, and she s all doubling up, or something. What Would Happen If— Virginia Coke couldn’t find anything to argue about? Long hair became stylish? . . Cornelia Ireland went to two Delphic staff meetings in succession. Owners were found for all lost fountain pens? Everybody got the dances they wanted at the Prom? Helen Spencer and Ardelia Haradon quarreled? The mirror in the cloak room got broken? Mr. Freeburg went out of business? Class dues were paid regularly? Anybody paid any attention to notices on the blackboard? Nobody made excuses for not staying Friday for the Deficiency List^ �DELPHIC 47 INDEX TO ADVERTISERS Page I A. Anonymous . . Applegath, C. G B. Barde, J. M.. . Basket Groc. & Delicatessen. Berg, Chas. F.............. Bob Shoppe ......... Brandes Creamery . . Bushnell Photos .... Bush Pharmacy ........ 54 I 62 .63 62 52 50 50 57 C. Callahan and Deery. . Clark’s Flowers ........ Colt, C. C. (friend). . Cramer Jewelry Co.. . Crantford’s Flowers . . Curtain Store ....... 56 50 63 62 57 60 E. Ernst, C. E.................. 52 F. Feldenheimer’s........... Fink Studio........ Flynn Gift Shop........ Foulkes Joselyn ........ Francine ..................... Freeberg ................... G. Gill, J. K...................... H. Heitkemper, Frank A 58 61 57 60 54 57 56 60 62 .49 l. Ireland’s ................... J- Junior Class............ Page K. Knight Shoe Co 50 L. Liebes, H. ................. Lipman, Wolfe & Co 60 61 63 M. Martin & Forbes Co.. Mautz Bldg. & Investment Co..52 56 Mayson Overstuffed, Inc. 61 McCormick, Charles . . . 49 Meier & Frank Co......... 50 Moore, Alice Price........ 58 Moyer Clothing Co. . . . . 51 Multnomah Hotel.......... 63 N. New York Life Insurance Northwestern National Bank..58 O. Olds, Wortman & King......... 55 Olds. Wortman & King..... • 64 P. Peterson Photos.................. 60 Portland Hotel .................... 48 Portland Laundry................ .56 53 59 52 57 U. Union Laundry Co.............. 63 United States National Bank ..65 V. Van Orman, Louis................ 62 S. Senior Class........................ Simonds Saw & Steel Co---Staiger’s .............................. Staples the Jeweler.............. �Compliments of Portland Hotel 48 Patronize Our Advertisers i �COLLEGIENNE SHOP shows a host of fascinating things for girls of every age . . . frocks and coats of slim, youthful character, lovely underthings, piquant hats—everything! If you are looking for Christmas gifts, too, this is the place to come. Second Floor ‘//I.,. X cft^ZnK Cc. mca The Quality Store Of Portland. Oregon m mOO*..SO*« AcOfo Ui* STS | | Compliments of The Junior Class ! 49 Patronize Our Advertisers �Brandes Creamery Manufacturers of “BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER Cream, Milk, Buttermilk Eggs and Cheese Phones: Broadway 7082 Broadway 7081 Choice Photos and Miniatures at Popular Prices COLUMBIA BLDG.. WASHINGTON AT W. PARK ALICE PRICE MOORE Voca/ Teacher KNIGHT’S Shoes - - Hosiery Multo-Maid Shoes with low heels only Priced from $8.50 Morrison, near Broadway -FINEST QUALITY g* CLARKE BROS. MOf?(?lSON STREET BETWEEN FOURTH ANO FIFTH 50 Patronize Our Advertisers �Multnomah Hotel I affords every facility for the perfect en­ tertainment of your Portland friends and your Out-of-Town visitors. Luncheon is served in the Gold Room from 12:00 to 2:00 daily with a la carte service and a special seventy-five cent luncheon. Dinner is served in the Indian Grille from 5:30 to 8:30 with dancing from 6:30 to 8:30. Table dTIote Dinner $1.50, and a la carte service. Supper Dancing in the Indian Grills from 9:00 to 12:00 every evening except Sunday. Cover charge 75c. Saturdays $1.00. A group of private dining rooms on o the mezzanine floor will accommodate parties of from six to sixty and are so arranged as to peimit of unusually quick service. Our Maitre d'Hotel will be pleased to as­ sist in planning parties and offering sugges tions. Multnomah Hotel RICHARD W. CHILDS Manager 51 Patronize Our Advertisers �Compliments of Mautz Building and Investment Co. Compliments of C. E. EARNST CONFECTIONERY V Broadway at Washington THE CHARLSTON CUT AND MARCEL Stainers THE BOB SHOPPE 52 Stars of the Stage and Screen and smart Women everywhere favor I. MILLER Footwear SHOWN BY Introduced by us, bids fair to be one of the most popular hair cuts. Prob­ ably. not only because it is so youthtul and differ­ ent— but so downright smart. 100 Ungar Bldg. QMART Feminine Portland Wears Beautiful I. MILLER FOOTWEAR 288 Morrison Street (Corbett Building) Main 1576 Patronize Our Advertisers �Compliments of The Senior Class \ 53 i Patronize Our Advertisers �COMPLIMENTS OF C. G. APPLEGATH Established IS70 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland, Oregon Portland’s Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH Telephone B-3548 FRANCINE TWELVE PAYMENT CHARGE SERVICE An easy way to dress well. The Francine Twelve Payment Charge Service opens a way for anyone to complete her wardrobe and pay for it on the most convenient terms. Come in and let us explain. The Netvest in Coats, Suits, Dresses and Millinery at prices to suit everyone FRANCINE—353 Alder Street 54 Patronize Our Advertisers �m is? Jfc & 2mm „ni wtWm ^SllS 1 /• ,Vl n Pi mm m WWRlT- pi 53] ’i ©If l @ ?! 1s us ®l .'UAJ [A lif I'1 I' ] V-( ■>• ‘ ” ^ j V PS 3== b ' Olds Woirtmam^^Rimg PORTLAND, OREGON Cljc Christmas i^tore §f BETTER VALUES LET US SERVE YOU Headquarters for Juniors’ Quality Apparel Patronize Our Advertisers 65 �Compliments of . PORTLAND LAUNDRY COMPANY Union Avenue at Mill ‘'The Laundry with a Purpose" Please Patronize Our Advertisers SOLI) DIRECT - EASY TERMS F. J, CALLAHAN. RES. PHONE GARFIELD 2 10 1 E. H. DEERY. RES PHONE GARFIELD 1218 Phone Main 1 584 Callaham & Deery Va RETAIL DEALERS FRESH and GURED MEATS 5Y HAMS, BACON, LARO TPAOC MADK rON THE SQUARE^ Open EvcuinAN SUPPLYING SHIPS OUR SPECIALTY FOSTER ROAD AT 56th Between Yamhill and Taylor 187 Third Street, Portland, Oregon jPUHUlIQIIOlilllllillll "i'j / 1 A '<Y ,A Giftwares I ' I ’HOUSANDS of inexpensive, artistic and carefully selected little articles that will make beautiful and well received gifts. A very | complete selection for your inspection. Plan to do at least a part of your Christmas shopping in our Gift Shop. 1 oofsellers^Stationers^OfficeOutfitters b Scrap 4 fBOOK cFiftliand Starl^Streets - i. Patronize Our Advertisers I j c^3 ■rjiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiniiiipiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii:iiiii;iiiiiiiiiijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiuiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinin 5G | 1 i I I 1 1 �F. L. Grocer LUNCHES AND STATIONERY 465 MONTGOMERY STREET MAIN 7344 The Bush Pharmacy Main 4737 Cor. 11th and Montgomery Sts. Phone Main 3322 WJoweu Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk Yamhill at Tenth Street Portland, Oregon STAPLES i % The JEWELER^ Manufacturing Jeweler, Watchmaker and Optician > 326 MORRISON STREET Portland, Oregon nn Gift Shop Seventh Floor Northwestern Bank Building Morrison Street - Opposite Portland Hote Personal Attention Given All Sales Patronize Our Advertisers 57 �Compliments of i| IDD ?a 8 ll THE NORTHWESTERN NATIONAL BANK SS 53 Si IS 33 ^ Si 53 SS II 53 Si 15 33 jgjgjlj TheNorthwestern ISggjNational Bank :' : aa aa-aaii NorthwesternBankBIdg.. Portland.Orefcon Compliments of DAN E. BOWMAN’S Moyer Clothing Co. THIRD AND OAK STREETS A. & c. FELDENHEIMER, Inc. Established 1868 Best Jewelry and Jewelry St ore in Portland CORNER WASHINGTON AND WEST PARK 58 Patronize Our Advertisers �SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS ^•^WARRANTCD ^-^rCHBURG MASS CMICaGO|T>^\. 4MCOwvCP- ^ Simonds Saw and Steel Co. “The Saw Makers” Simonds Saws Mean Satisfaction to the Customer or SAWS : KNIVES : FILES : STEEL [or 3 Coast Branches PORTLAND OREG. SAN FRANCISCO CALIF. SEATTLE WN. VANCOUVER B. C. SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS Patronize Our Advertisers 59 �The Curtain Store Bright Scarfs “Everything for Your Windows” TELEPHONE MAIN 4727 Bonny Warm Plaids Curtains and Draperies from the land of the purple heather. that take the sting out of wintry days. And they’re priced from— $2.95 $6.95 made to order and put up in your home complete TO Estimates Given Without Obligation on Your Part PARK AND YAMHILL STS. JOCELYN FOULKES Portland's Long-Established JEWELRY STORE in New Location GREATLY INCREASED STOCK We Specialize in Gems. Diamonds. Newest and Finest Mountings and Settings WONDERFUL ASSORTMENT OF NEWEST NOVELTIES FRANK A. HEITKEMPER, Inc. Piano Pedagogue New Address—324 Alder St. Ungar Bldg. Succeeding G. Heitkemper Co. Established 18S9 QUALITY PORTRAITS by the Peterson Studio A Gift That Strengthens Friendship 214 PITTOCK BLOCK 60 Patronize Our Advertisers �CLASS PORTRAITS ispmafi-Wolfe r A Impressionistic or Plain Jw" \|V- )£[ Fink Studio Broadway 1545 i^l - V'T ■P m Our $9.95 Balbriggan Dresses Take first place among school frocks. Are —smart —becoming —practical Sizes 12 to 16 HENRY W. JACOBS A rtist Girl’s Store — 4th Floor Compliments of Chas. R. McCormick Lumber Co. 61 Patronize Our Advertisers �... Compliments of ... M. Barde & Sons Louis Van Orman & Co. General Insurance 807 Title Trust Bldg. BE. 1749 G. Cramer Company Jewelers 720, Selling Building Portland, Ore. Main 6026 Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall—Hence “Just the Things That Delight aWoman*s Heart!” IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES Gloves, Hose, Silk Underwear, Sweaters, Umbrellas. Blouses, Skirts, Coats, Dresses Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Wash. St. 62 5mr 5$ /C 125 6th St. V/Vio'a jjOUT V.o«Ucrt Morrison St. Patronize Our Advertisers J Opp. Post Office �55SW ■ Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of NEW YORK LIFE INSURANCE CO. Compliments of BASKET GROCERY & DELICATESSEN Compliments of UNION LAUNDRY COMPANY “The Laundry of Personal Service’ 2nd at Columbia Street Main 0332 Martini Forbes Company Florists Main 0269 354 Washington Street Patronize Our Advertisers Portland, Oregon 63 �Olds Woktmam^&^Kimg --------- B. F. SCHLESINGER S' SONS. INC.. SUCCESSORS v Come to Olds & King’s for— UNIFORMS We’re official” uniform makers for St. Helens Hall, you’ll be sure they’re right if you you know buy them here. We have other pretty frocks and coats for misses, too, in fact, this is the misses’ store of Portland. i % ENGRAVED iiiuinuuniiDLminxiiiiiiiiTniiiiiinnnfl 2 3 a a a a 3 WEDDING. ANNOUNCEMENTS a a CARDS, ENGAGEMENTS 3 aH AT HOMES, ETC. ! E + i Si a a a + a E SOCIAL STATIONERY C DESK ACCESSORIES E E El LEATHER GOODS \ E a a a rr rimniinn 111111uinmmmmnnmimnn; G4 5 a a a m a a \ ©teel Die Stamping anD dEtnbossing ! a a a Ea Patronize Our Advertisers �I ; f i- ■r -o * w Many Women Bank Here HOUSANDS of women bank at the United States National. They use a Checking Account for their shopping and to take care of household expenses. And their Savings Account is most conducive to their thrift. T The Service Here is Commensurate with the Size of this Great Institution. United-States National Banfc Broadway amd Combining the . at Stetirk LADD STILTON DANK patronize our ADVERTISERS 65 �■ ■ .4 \ ,!• . ip!r *v «yt£ SvV;:-’ 1 •. ft,': ■■■ ■ff V/, -/ ' iv' ft p V \s Jftrft- ft- ' ■ ft'- -r- Wm ■S,: ft ■ ; 3ft ftft,') ■ , ft Vy ■.Vvl; -- s- ft / fcft-V ftft ■ •*S$L ftft. •• ■ .c-, .- ftft :; “T- & .. ft“ ,-^3v; a*S«S,. j.-ftftft • --•>*••. X ... -•• ftftft ■ ft V ftftff 'v s' ;/- v V-: • - ■■ ■■■■ , - - ■ V JiSc;l--.-v' /-:v-v >/ - ‘v •- ?■ ,- K 1 . x.. 3 ? I � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic 1926 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1926. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1926 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic1926-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/3350dfcb85a6fd4e22e386064fe9c451.pdf a5d2aa5e0078465e6d48dff3c8095f09 PDF Text Text ��■ m jotie mm asii | l l ! STo MELEMS HALL !F®r(iJsnindl0 ®ir<g|®ii5] 1 \ �mm 5 DELPHIC : Delphic Staff Editor in Chief MARJORIE PITTOCK Literary Editor EVELYN MEYER First Assistant Literary Editor IRENE MACKAY Second Assistant Literary Editor EDYTHE HARTLEY ( LILLIAN BENNETT Kalendar Old Girl Notes Art Exchanges Music and Entertainment Athletics (JANE KNAPP (LILIAS PELTIER /JULIA BRADLEY (CECILIE APPLEGATE [CATHERINE MAYHEW (GWENDOLYN /donna HALL magnuson (VELMA PAYNE (ELBERTINE ADAMS (MARJORIE MARINER (BETTY SEWALL Business Managers (CATHARINE MARTIN (DOROTHY STATTER Advertising Managers fMAYANNA SARGENT ■j MATILDA BOWMAN DARRELL TORREY �f&rjard 01 nluTir CONTENTS EDITORIALS Literary A thletics Old Girl Notes Kalendar Music and Entertainment Exchanges Advertisements �i____ 8 DELPHIC . ;! S?.' The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. I Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor in Chief business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $/ .00 a year. a ;.i a -1 I ; 1 •* i'i K i I f I - JUNE, 1925 �s m m DELPHIC I When these Seniors of St. Helens Hall Do leave us soon for good and all We’ll remember each not by her name But by the thing which won her fame. Elbertine Adams by her lovable nature. Cecilie Applegath by her literary ability. Lillian Bennett by her daintiness. Matilda Bowman by her voice. Julia Bradley by her kindheartedness. Analene Cohen by her jollity. Lucile George by her smile. Gwendolyn Hall by her dramatic ability. Edythe Hartley by her reliability. Florida Kissling by her dependability. Virginia Kissling by her goodfellowship. Jane Knapp by her giggle. Myrna Lamser by her chatter. Irene MacKay by her hair. Donna Magnuson by her artistic ability. Marjorie Mariner by her athletic ability. Catherine Martin by her popularity. Catherine Mayhew by her sweetness. Margaret McKern by her quietness. Evelyn Meyer by her prizes. Velma Payne by her impishness. Lilias Peltier by her good nature. Marjorie Pittock by her Delphic. Celeste Proctor by her style. Beverley Roberts by her eyes. Mayanna Sargent by her good sportsmanship. Betty Sewall by her sense of humor. Dorothy Statter by her profile. Doris Thompson by her amiability. Darrell Torrey by her lovableness. 9 �.. 10 DELPHIC Elbertine Adams Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924; Pres., 1925. Class Play. Student Council. Cecilie Applegath Delphic Staff. Class Play. Student Council. Lillian Bennett Delphic Staff. Student Council. Class Play: Tickets. Matilda Bowman Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1923-24-25. Student Council. Julia Bradly Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1923-24-25. Student Council. �DELPHIC Analene Cohen Glee Club, 1924-25. Class Play. French Play, 1925. Student Council. Lucille George I Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. Gwendolyn Hall Delphic Staff. Class Play. French Play, 1925. Student Council. Edythe Hartley Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924. Basketball, 1925. Class Play. Student Council. Florida Kissling Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. I i �m p§B! 12 DELPHIC Virginia Kissling Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. Jane Knapp Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. Myrna Lamser Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. Irene Mackay Delphic Staff. Class Play. Student Council. Margeret McKern Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. �DELPHIC Donna Magnuson Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1925. Class Play: Assistant Stage Manager and Programs. Student Council. Marjorie Mariner Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924. Basketball, 1924-25. Student Council. Catherine Martin Secretary and Treasurer of Class. Delphic Staff. Vice-President of Student Council Glee Club, 1924. Captain of Basketball, 1922-2324-25. Tennis, 1922-23-24. Class Play. French Play, 1924. Catherine Mayhew Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Class Play. Student Council. Evelyn Meyer Delphic Staff. Basketball, 1924-25. Class Play: Stage Manager. Student Council. 13 �DELPHIC Velma Payne Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Basketball, 1925. Class Play. Student Council. Lilias Peltier Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Class Play. Student Council. Marjorie Pittock Editor-in-Chief of Delphic. Basketball, 1922-23-24-25. Class Play, Scenery. French Play, 1923-24. Student Council. Celeste Proctor Treasurer Glee Club. Class Play: Costumes. Student Council. Beverly Roberts Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. �m DELPHIC 15 ! : ft Mayanna Sargent President of Class. Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924. Basketball, 1923-24. Class Play. French Play, 1924. I Betty Sewall Vice-President of Class. President of Student Council. Delphic Staff. Basketball, 1922-23-24. Class Play. French Play, 1924. Dorothy Statter Delphic Staff. Student Council. Doris Thompson Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. Darrel Torry Delphic Staff. Student Council. Class Play: Ushers. ! I i * : >1 �■ \ DELPHIC £ i) i t t> r i s H. It was three years ago in nineteen hundred and twenty-three that the time came for the class to choose a motto, which would represent the spirit of the class all through the years to come, until we should grad­ uate, and afterwards; something that we should remember perhaps all of our life, and try to liveup to. We thought of many different mottoes; it was hard choosing one suitable to the ideals of the class; finally we came upon one, which we decided would be the best that we could ever find: “Esse Quam Videri.” The thought that is embodied in this motto is sincerity—a thing that is necessary to every human being, for without it one may have a very hard time in this world. A person who is not sincere is neither looked up to nor respected,—is, possibly, an outcast. One who is sincere can always be trusted, never does unworthy deeds secretly, or indeed at all, for sincerity is akin to honesty. For these reasons and others we chose this motto, and since then have been trying our best to live up to it in every way. It has been hard sometimes and sometimes we have not entirely upheld it; but for the most part we have succeeded well. This sincerity is something that can be found in almost everything we do or say. We should be sincere in our friendships by never saying anything against our friends or doing anything which we know would be untrustworthy; for friendship is founded on perfect trust. Then in our school work, we should earnestly endeavor to do what we should do, day by day, for it is the daily work that counts in the end. And again, sincerity in our conversation is a thing which should never be omitted. We should never say a thing which we do not honestly mean, for we are always sorry afterwards for having said it. And finally there is a great deal in being sincere in sports, by playing the game straight forwardly, by never accepting a point which we know we have not earned, or that belongs to the other side, and by acting in a sportsmanlike manner whether having lost or won. And so, we feel that we have decided well in having chosen for oursolves that we should “be rather than seem” �f ; : i ! DELPHIC 17 Home Lighting Contest I j In the Home Lighting Contest sponsored by the National Electric Lighting Company in every state of the Union, the girls of St. Helens Hall received their share of prizes, although they did not gain the first prize. The following girls won five dollars each for their compositions and small books, in which the fixtures were pasted neatly, and in the correct places: Edythe Hartley, Marjorie Mariner, Matilda Bowman, Elizabeth Ann Johnson, Janet Wentworth, Imogene Wentworth, and Bar­ bara Jane. ' ■i Lincoln Essay This year the Illinois Watch Company offered a medal for the best essay on the life of Abraham Lincoln, to be written by a member of the Senior Class. The essays were read before the school on Lincoln’s birthday, and were accompanied by the usual patriotic exercises. The girls opened the program by singing •‘America.” This was followed by the reading of the prize-winning essay, written by Edythe Hartley. There were two honorable mentions; these were written and read by Matilda Bowman and Betty Sewall. The “Gettysburg Address” was recited by Deborah Ball; the singing of the “Star-Spangled Banner” concluded the program. -• Chemical Essay Great honor has been bestowed upon Evelyn Meyer, who in the con­ test of the National Chemical Society of America, has received as first prize a twenty-dollar gold piece as well as a certificate of merit from the state. Her essay has been sent to New York, where it will be judged with other essays in competition for a four years’ scholarship to Vassar or Yale, according to the winner. The subject of the essay was “The Relation of Chemistry to the Home.” Impressions Vivid greyness, western sunsets, Far o’er hills of purple hue; Looming boulders, sparkling steamlets, Distant calls of elk and ewe. Rolling lands of sage and missa. Barren hills of rock and sand, Wooded plot and hidden crevice In the land where man is man. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. : i I i I g : i ?. �DELPHIC 18 Class History if you read our class prophecy you will find out just what is going to each one of us some day. But perhaps, before you read it, to happen know how we all came to be here in this class of you would like to nineteen twenty-five, and what we have been doing since we came. founded by Mayanna Sargent in 1913 as a First Grader The class was and business-like thing to do Sfor yeSSla”fshe^M m“de president of the class. In 1915 she left school^Tor a time, but returned again in nineteen eighteen in September, nineteen s.xteen^Cecilie to tock were enrolled, and staj, g Sewall joined the class, and in ^“nin;^“S-d Matilda Bowman made our number "X At the beginning of our freshman list: Julia Bradley. Donna Magnuson sJkimmed the ;lsMoafrg,Earning iS.iral ^freshmen do. hardly realizing that we would be seniors some day in the future. ,n nineteen twenty-two, GwendoJ^ ^ayhTwined o^rTnUs, °and Thompson, Dorothy Statter. and.Ca!hfete' elechng our president, Mayanna u and§0ur secretary and treas the sophomore class was form®^ g Sargent; our vice-president Bet • ug (hat the day was coming urer “Katy” Martin, the realization cam ^ t0 us. Meanwhen we would be doing to others asAhesen.. ^ and m it took ing, of course, that we were rather an g• necessary, twenty-three, the seniors to "take us down a peg, as was The final members of our class Joine^u® them, for they made our junior year. We were overjoyed t0 welcT. were Lilias 1 Peltier, number the largest in any class^fan ^ Lilia" ^ our Si: ps "SSe. - - ~ was our senior ,«r, - Dj* S"» position. At last, we been away a year, returned to us We have^ ^ scholarship^;^ our school and have succeede t s in succession. Just at p d0„n winning the banner for Jhre®J“a ight 0f June second, andl d *e breathlessly waiting for the mg J win not stumb are all hearts we are violently hopmgJhat in our mount the steps to receive our diplomas. �1 MB ; DELPHIC ; 19 Class Prophecy Time: 1935. Place: Portland, Oregon. : Setting: Drawing room of home of Mrs. Harvey Richardson (nee Mayanna Sargent). Mrs. Richardson is giving a large tea for those of her ex-schoolmates, who are in Portland. ! Mrs. Richardson: The doorbell, Hilda. Oh, the first arrival! Why, it’s “Vel”! My dear, you can’t know how glad I am to see you. Why, it’s been years and you look just the same. Velma: It was lovely of you to remember me. I was awfully surprised to get your invitation. Someone must have told you I was going to be in Portland for a few days. You see I am on my way to San Francisco to join Don, my husband, you know, and Mr. and Mrs. Tucker, before sailing for Japan. My husband is doing some research work there, and of course I must be with him. Mayanna: Tucker? The name sounds familiar. I know! It’s “El”! Dear old "El”! She has a little boy, too, hasn’t she? It seems to me I remember—the doorbell—excuse me a moment, please. Two very stylishly dressed ladies appear. Velma: Why “Gwennie,” it’s so good to see you again. too. What have you been doing lately? And Matilda, Gwendolyn: Don’t laugh, “Vel”, but I’ve joined the stock company here —it’s a glorious life, though, and I love it. I’m doing awfully well —and Matilda— Matilda: Gwennie! You promised you wouldn’t tell! You understand, “Vel”, I haven’t announced it yet, but I’m going to be married on the thirtieth. Now don’t you tell a soul, please,—why, here comes Lilian Bennett. I haven’t seen her for months. Lilian: Hello, everybody! Have you heard the latest? Darrel was in yesterday, deciding on some things—you know I’m running a modiste shop now, Vel,—and she says that she has just received a position in a hospital ’way over in Bulgaria, or one of those states over there, and she is getting ready to start in two weeks. And the most excit­ ing part of the whole thing is that she is flying over—yes, in that new passenger plane they’ve just finished—the initial flight. r \ �20 DELPHIC all remember Julia Bradley and Lilias PelMayanna: Of course, you to be having a glorious time superintending that tier. They seem orphan asylum out in Roseway. Personally, I can’t imagine having all those youngsters under foot, but Lilias: Why, Mayanna, they’re the dearest little cherubs—we love them all, don’t we Julia? Julia: Of course! How could we help it? Though 1 must say it’s rather trying at times—not as hard as what Jane is doing, however. Have you heard? Jane and her husband have a large ranch up in Eastern Oregon and they have about two dozen children up every week-end, sometimes all week. Sort of a fresh air idea. And they feed them butter and eggs and milk and cottage cheese and all that truck to make them healthy. Mayanna: Does anyone know whether “Ev” Meyer is coming or not? Somehow I can’t quite believe that she is the national woman champion golf player—of course we all know what a marvelous stu­ dent she was—but I imagine she can play golf just as well—they say it hasn’t turned her head at all—but of course it wouldn’t—oh, some more arrivals. (Enter Catherine Mayhew (now Mrs. Hugh Dynne), Lucille George (now Mrs. Robert Kent), and Florida and Virginia Kissling.) Catherine: Well, how are you all? It seems so good to see you again! Mayanna: And how are Hugh, Jr., and Mary and Alice, Catherine? I’ve never seen them, you know, but I’ve heard a lot about them. Won’t you bring them over to see me sometime? My little Harvey will have such fun playing with them. And, Lucille, I hear you are your husband’s stenographer. It must be exciting, though I confess I never could do it. And do you know, girls, that Florida and Virginia have started a very select school for young ladies here, called the Kissling Seminary? I’m coming over to visit it soon, Virginia, and only wish I could start Harvey in there. Virginia: Of course, it has a long ways to go yet to obtain a high standard, but then I guess any new school has to. But listen, I ve got some awfully interesting gossip for you. I just heard that Myrna amser has been elected delegate for some society for the better­ ment of the home, and is going east in a few weeks. I’d like to give ree cheers for her, for I’ve heard that she is doing some fine work in parts of this city. Lucille: And has anyone heard about Margaret McKern? She married, nhr! fnf°W’ an<^ ^ien s^e and her husband went to South America W° ^ears ago—he was a zoologist or something. They re own t ere as far as I know; I rarely hear from her. �L DELPHIC 21 Velma: Mayanna, where is “Katy” Martin now? I haven’t heard any­ thing about her for ages. ! i! ■ IS : ■: j Mayanna: Katy? Surely you heard about her! The poor girl has had a terrible time. You know she has been playing tennis, and when it came time for her to choose a partner for the international mixed doubles, there were about a dozen men who were literally fighting for the place. Of course, she favored Jack Crosby, and the others were practically heart-broken, so they say, and lost all interest in the tournament. Of course, you’ve heard the sequel to that? £ tj, E! \ 2 : Velma: No; what was it? Mayanna: Why, when they won the championship they were sent over to the Olympic games and—well, they were married before they left. Rather a neat romance—what? Velma: I should think so. But did you hear about Irene? You all know about the fine work she was doing on the New York stage. She went to England with her own company about three weeks ago, and it is said she is gaining more popularity than any American actress so far. I think it is marvelous the way she has worked up to the top so quickly. : i Mayanna: Why, here are Cecilie and Donna Magnuson. How are you? Cecilie: Very well, thank you. I’m sorry, but I can’t stay long; I have to catch the six o’clock train, for I’m taking my best racer down to the races in New Mexico. I expect him to do some pretty good work this time. ! 1 II Donna: And I’m afraid I’ll have to eat and run, too—I have a class at five. I’m having a gorgeous time with my studio and my pupils. I haven’t done anything big yet, but I have started something in oils that I think will show up very well in the coming exhibition. Mayanna: Our class has certainly done itself proud so far as we’ve heard, hasn’t it? There’s one girl I certainly feel sorry for, though, and that’s Betty Sewall. It seems to me she’s wasting the best part of her life way off there in Oshkosh, Iceland, teaching a tiny school of Eskimos. For all I know the schoolhouse may be an igloo. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t have a chance to do better, but I’ve heard that she has been offered a place in several other schools. And yet she seems to love it where she is. To tell the truth, she changed a lot after that accident in her senior year at college in which the man she was engaged to was killed. Well, I can’t say I blame her for being unhappy—but as for isolating herself like she is doing----- * $ �DELPHIC I 23 Class Will We, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-five, being of sound mind, do hereby give and bequeath our goods and chattels. To the class of twenty-six, we leave our seats in the rear of the study hall, hoping they will fill these positions with the proper dignity and poise. To these our successors, we do also bequeath our sweet, simple, and girlish, dotted swiss graduation dresses. To our sister class, the sophomores, we leave our love and good-will. To the freshmen we leave our unimpeachable school-spirit, and our gift for obtaining the banner each quarter of our senior year. Finally we, the individual members of the class, leave our personal possessions as follows: I, Elbertine Adams, do hereby give and bequeath my quiet dignity to Marie Mecklem. I, Cecilie Applegath. do hereby give and bequeath my skill along literary lines to Helen Peters. I, Lillian Bennett, do hereby give and bequeath my Terpsichorean art to Nancy Chipman. I, Matilda Bowman, do hereby give and bequeath my lyric voice to Mary Malarkey. I, Julia Bradley, do hereby give and bequeath my unassuming manner to Jane Cullers. I, Analene Cohen, do hereby give and bequeath my stage whisper to Barbara Clark. :: [-1 i... a 1 i t I, Lucille George, do hereby give and bequeath my demureness to Priscilla House. I, Edythe Hartley, do hereby give and bequeath my bright and shining pin which is always in evidence, to Dorothy Livesly. I, Gwendolyn Hall, do hereby give and bequeath my dramatic ability to Ardella Sweek. I, Virginia Kissling, do hereby give and bequeath my un-senior-like giggle to Marjorie Holman. I, Jane Knapp, do hereby give and bequeath my sweet, modest and retiring nature to Mary Louise Zan. i 1 ;i i I, Myrna Lamser, do hereby give and bequeath my inability to stop talking in study hall to Maybelle Allen. _r. I 1 m �Bsi DELPHIC 24 I, Catherine Martin, do hereby give and bequeath my magnetic personality to Elizabeth Martin and Muriel Barde. They may settle the rightful ownership between them. I Marjorie Mariner, do hereby give and bequeath my indomitable school spirit to Dorothy Cannon. I, Irene Mackay, do hereby give and bequeath my sweet disposition to Helen Spencer. I, Evelyn Meyer, do hereby give and bequeath my scholastic ability to Nancy Carpenter. I, Donna Magnuson, do hereby give and bequeath my artistic ability to Mary Alice Meyer. I, Catherine Mayhew, do hereby give and bequeath my engaging smile to Bernice Congleton. 1, Margaret McKern, do hereby give and bequeath my diligence to Rhoda Jane Gantenbein. I, Lilias Peltier, do hereby give and bequeath my notes on Burke to any future English aspirant. I, Velma Payne, do hereby give and bequeath my naivete to Dawn Francis Pipes. 1, Celeste Proctor, do hereby give and bequeath my regal mien to Francis Loomis. I, Marjorie Pittock, do hereby give and bequeath my unhappy faculty for “getting in bad” to Dorothy Mautz. I, Beverly Roberts, do hereby give and bequeath my unsatiable appe­ tite for green olives to Jerry Kirby. I, Dorothy Statter, do hereby give and bequeath my “Savoir Faire” to Betsy Abbott. to Rob^afap^a ^ar^ent’ herebY §'ve anb bequeath my dignity of office Grace ^McK ^GWa^’ bereby §*ve anb bequeath my romantic nature to I, MiUre^Reyno^0 hefeby Mary ^ beqU6ath ^ PenSiV6 air to I, nowHpn'!rre' Torry, do hereby give and bequeath my decided talent for powdering my nose to Dorothy Latta. We, the on this and twenty-five ^ hereby set our hand and seal this document ^ear one tbousancI nineteen hundred (Witnesses) EVELYN MEYER. BETTY SEWALL (Signed) MARJORIE PITTOCK. i 1 i w__ �BESSgjjPWg !i M DELPHIC I E 1\ Abraham Lincoln Abraham Lincoln, the greatest American, was born on Rocky Springs farm, Lane County, Kentucky, February 12, 1809. His parents, Thomas and Nancy Lincoln, were of good Kentucky pioneer families but very poor. Thomas was a church-goer and held advanced ideas on what was already an important question in Kentucky, “the right to hold negroes as slaves.” This shows he must have been a man of some natural intelligence. Their home was one of the ordinary poorer western pioneer type— a one-roomed cabin with a huge outside chimney and home manufactured household utensils. Thus two people endured many hardships and in spite of them made a home where a boy conceived and nourished ideas and enthusiasms such as inspired Abraham from his earliest years up to his assassination. When he was seven his mother died and a thrifty stepmother took charge. In the log cabin school he attended he learned but little and that elementary, but he borrowed books from farmers and eagerly devoured them. His thirst for knowledge was great and unfortunately his oppor­ tunities were woefully small. �26 DELPHIC From earliest childhood he had helped support the family and after various odd jobs he obtained work in a cross-roads store. His political speeches won him a reputation and made him a favorite at the crude socials of the settlement. At seventeen he had reached his full height of six feet four inches, and wrestled well, but, however, was never known to use his extraordinary strength to the injury or humiliation of others. When nineteen he traveled to New Orleans as a flat boat hand and returning worked until the spring of 1830, when his father moved to Illinois. While serving as a storekeeper in New Salem he studied his first law books. Then the appeal of politics engaged him and in 1831 he became a candidate for the House of Representatives of Illinois. His election speeches are most remarkable for a self-educatd man. The Black Hawk war intervened. Abe volunteered and was elected Captain. His most noteworthy deed of valor consisted in protecting an old savage who had strayed into camp at the position. His career after three elections was not remarkably brilliant, ambitious though he was. Not seeking re-election, he entered into a law partnership in Springfield, Illinois. Unlike many lawyers his reputation was due to his upright character which inspired trust. Lincoln loved but once, Ann Rutledge, who, unfortunately, died young, and later he married Mary Todd. ...... amrftnp His main ambition was that of political distinction but hardly anyone would at that time have seen in him a man destined to lead the nation through her greatest crisis of the century. poneress His time had not yet come when in 1846 he was elected CfJ (he and on the expiration of his term was filled with despair h He aims dearest his heart were not at present shared by the^ 1^.^ was offered the governorship of Oregon, but helmed > to Springfield, gave himself with renewed zest to his la P ^ new The Kansas-Nebraska Bill was now ’h le significance of territories to slavery and suddenly reveae and thrust itself into the slavery question to the people of the free state like an the politics of the country as a Para™ " ' f business were startled electric shock flashed through the North. Men ot into alarm and excitedly took sides. advanced to a conspicuous Lincoln's time had come and he ™P'd^f.^jon appe aled to the position in the struggle, inasmuch as the si y <J highest in him. . Stephen Douglas an Min® " He discovered a formidable rival in remarkable rapidity and lacked :r than Lincolns bu h senator. Douglas had risen in politics with and reputation and successes were far greaterof individuality, honest) Lincoln's greatest power, the charm He then S,TSn »««„. . =»did.,e lo,''of had reached the full maturity of h.s powers �m DELPHIC 27 1858 better equipped than ever before. Unfortunately, he was but little known, and Douglas was re-elected. Later, at the National Republican Convention, Lincoln was nomi­ nated for the presidency by a majority of fifty-eight votes and was elected. The result had hardly been declared when the secessionists in the South framed a separate constitution, electing Jefferson Davis as their president. The situation might be called appalling,—the larger part of the South in open rebellion and the rest of the slave-holding states wavering. This was the state of affairs to be mastered by Lincoln, who had no power of position, but slight experience of higher executive duties, and only speaking acquaintances with the men upon whose counsel and co-operation he was to depend. He followed a cautious policy through the first year of the war that did not satisfy even his party, The North believed one powerful blow could crush the rebellion, but Lincoln held back until the South struck the first blow, which it did on April 12, 1861. Instantly the North rushed to arms, Lincoln’s policy was first to preserve the Union, and second to free the slaves. As the war dragged on with Union disasters, the need of some great act to stimulate the vitality of the Union grew greater. On July 21, ’62, Lincoln brought before his cabinet a draft of a proclamation declaring free all slaves living in states still in rebellion, and on hearing of the victory at Antietam, Lincoln issued the Preliminary Emancipation Procla­ mation on September 23. The disasters of Fredericksburg and Chancelorville followed, but with the victories of Gettysburg and Vicksburg the whole aspect of the war changed. The fate of the rebellion was virtually decided and Lincoln issued pardons to rebels who would take an oath to support the constitution. In June, 1864. Lincoln was re-elected president by an overwhelming majority, This hour of triumph called out the characteristic impulses of Lincoln’s nature. His party’s opposition had stung him to the quick and now that his opponents were humiliated before him, he gave his hand in friendship to all. Peace was declared and the North was wild with joy. Everywhere bells pealed and multitudes thronged the thoroughfares, when suddenly the news flashed over the land—Abraham Lincoln had been assassinated. The nation was stunned and then a wail of sorrow went up as America had never heard before, North and South alike mourned the man who had striven for their good and the Union. Nor was America alone in her sorrow—all the civilized nations of the world mourned the loss of him, whose international reputation had not diminished but increased as years have gone by, for no president, not even Washington, has been so recognized by the world as Lincoln, rightly called the greatest American. Edythe Hartley, ’25. i: j n ' ■ I . V I I; m ?• si i <1; i j �■ 28 DELPHIC Quel Soir! Moon in crescent, as nights of old When Arabs through the stillness stole To woo the maids of Zanzibar Sand under foot—o’er head the star. Balmy breeze like sultry breath Of heated southlands’ pallid death Steals through the latticed vines above As gently as Venetian dove. Stillness reigns! but for the hale Of weird bat or nightingale, And shadows cross the velvet creep To wake the crickets’ dormant sleep. Rustling leaves give melody And living spirituality As music sent from far above. Ah! Nights like these were made for love. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. Abraham Lincoln Everyone knows about Abraham Lincoln; they know about his boy­ hood, and they know about the important part he played in the Civil War, but no one can ever fully comprehend the character of the man. He was a man apart; from his boyhood to his death he lived differently from the ordinary run of men. His whole life was one long, unending striving. First he worked for an education, and his effort was repaid by a given talent beyond most other men, that of speaking. Later he worked for a position. He wanted to be a lawyer, and then he became prominent in politics. The subject of slavery and secession brought him his fame. Not that Lincoln desired fame; he was a man who had principles behind him, and his zeal in working for his principles won his fame. His famous debate against Stephen Douglas won his place as Pre~, en* ^ bunion, and promoter of the coming union, o j/16 War was inevitable, and the storm burst at last when the i6rn ,te,S secpded. Feeling naturally ran high at this time, and WOlv, a§ainst manY enemies as well as friends. The Southhred np °U^ f • ideals ^e courage and fearlessness that was cononprpde?i?ratl°nS blue-bloods. Starvation was the only thing that Lincoln stoo^behindVem’ ^ N°rtherners fouSht for PrinciPles’ and borne ^hp^iird016^ a America was born, but the man who had en of a nation’s destiny did not live to see the outcome. Si V �Si v- k 29 DELPHIC One day he was alive, and suffering with his South as well as his North, for Lincoln did love the South as well as the North, and even though he disagreed, nevertheless he felt keenly their suffering. He was as lenient to the haughty Southerners as he could be. He was even criticized for his so-called ‘‘easiness.” The next day a nation was numbed at the news of his death. That was Lincoln’s work, which has been told of so many times and which we all admire. But one must know the man himself to really love him. Lincoln was homely, tall and ungainly, stoop-shouldered and shoddily dressed, and yet an entire nation revered him. It was not the force and courage which made him carry on a war in which brother fought against brother. It was not the' righteousness of his principles, for even the Southerners, who thought his principles were all wrong, loved him, although their pride often denied it. It was the look in his dark, sunken eyes, and the ineffable sadness which surrounded him. When he spoke you felt he was your friend, He was self-sacrificing and generous, but his was even a greater power, the power of having mercy, and the power of understanding. Lincoln was never self-conscious, he never felt his own importance, and he even lacked self-confidence. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and loved to tell a funny story. He would _ enjoy his . listener’s mirth greatly and then his face would become serious again as if he never really dropped the burden he was carrying. At Gettysburg after the battle he went to address the people. He r~ wrote a short speech, which he knew was not very. good, but which was the best he was capable of. The next day he addressed the people, and when his speech was ended a soft sigh rippled through the crowd, but there was no applause, and Lincoln thought he had failed. His sensitive nature felt a failure keenly, and it was not until two days later that he found out the effect of his Gettysburg Address. This was the man of sorrows, who carried his country through its greatest crisis, and only a man such as he could have done this. Betty Sewall, ’25. if *r i 8 m E k; V, § ■ II I l 1 rT. Spring The life of all things born anew, The sweet promise of eternity, The lilac bending low with dew; This is the Spring, and e’er shall be Like to a bird’s call through the rain, Herald of hope come back again. —Cecilie Applegath, ’25. ■ i m & �m3 30 DELPHIC Development of the Novel The first English novel was John Lyly’s "Euphues" Its disconnected, used only as thread on which to bring the luflffi, o!f Very tions on life. The chief interest of that novel lfy in its^tvle notT plot. It instantly became the model for the popular romances o the r™f'r ™hy’ however were not true novels, for instead of dealing i real life they dealt with a world of fancy. g n Then another step toward the modern novel was taken That was the introduction of the realistic story. These were short stories concern­ ing every day characters and events. Many of them were modeled after the Spanish type known as “Picaresque”, of which the hero was a rogue and the plot formed by his adventures. These events took place about the beginning of the seventeenth century, a short while before Daniel Defoe was born. Defoe wrote the first realistic novel, Robinson Crusoe. The story is not remarkable for any complexity of plot, but because it is a piece of pure fiction told in such a manner as to seem plausible. Defoe omitted all the flowery language and romance of Lyly’s school. He followed the latter s lead in that he wrote a novel instead of a short story, but he borrowed the realism of the short story writers. The next age saw that rapid development of the novel. It was an age entirely devoted to prose. The drama had failed, but it left behind it elements that were quickly absorbed by the novel. These were: Devel­ opment of character and plot. The essays also added dscriptions and character studies. The first author to produce a novel with these new elements added was Samuel Richardson. He had been asked to prepare a small volume of letters to help country people who did not know the art of letter writing. Richardson thought that the epistles would be more interesting if made to tell a story and illustrate a moral. The result was “Pamela , the first novel of a type that immediately became exceedingly popular. It is the type known as the “sentimental novel’’. Lawrence Sterne, a follower of Richardson, added to this type a quiet humor which the latter lacked. At this same time Fielding developed the realistic type of novel. Whereas Richardson wrote of super-refined people, Fielding wrote of the common people with a realism sometimes coarse. His “Tom Jones pre­ sents the first well rounded plot in English fiction. Smollett, another realisitc writer, introduced the remote .ancestor of the sea stories later developed by Cooper. By the end of this century the established types of novels were, the sentimental novel; the novel of society; the novel of which the main purpose was to point a moral; and the novel of adventure. Some char­ acters found in almost any of the popular novels were: the sentimenta woman, the polished villain, the kindly old man, the long suffering hero, and the eccentric character. Cornelia Ireland, ’26. �DELPHIC 3! Dr. Johnson and Mrs. Thrale ■s ! s: ;! ’ ; 1 i ' ! I ! i ; ! . To the salon of one who was soon to be known as London’s most charming and entertaining hostess was invited, "to meet James Woodhouse”, one who, to those who did not know and understand the soul within, was a boor, rude, eccentric, at times even to intolerance. The former was Mrs. Thrale, pretty, gay, and agreeable, who used James Woodhouse, the shoemaker poet, as a bait to draw to her home one later recognized as one of the greatest literary men of the time. The latter was Johnson—Dictionary Johnson, Doctor Johnson, but more often just plain Sam Johnson. Such an invitation was readily accepted, not for the pleasure of meeting James Woodhouse, but because of the alluring prospect of a good dinner. The following week a second invitation was extended, from the rec­ ords of which the name of Janies Woodhouse is absent, since he had served his purpose. Thus was begun a very dear and close friendship between the two a friendship that stood the enduring test of twenty years, and was inter­ rupted only by the marriage of Mrs. Thrale to Mr. Piozzi. During those twenty years, Johnson spent most ot his time at the various homes of the Thrales, even accompanying them on their jour­ neys. When he traveled alone, as he sometimes did, he wrote long letters to his friends whom he affectionately termed his master and mistress. At the same time he kept his lodging in a court of Fleet street, where he afforded a home to what Mrs. Thrale called "hi* menagerie of old women”. With them he dined two or three times a week. But it was the library at Streatham that was particularly devoted to his service. Here at times he worked on his "Lives of the J OCtS , but more often held his own against all comers, “whether iri playful con­ versations or deep discussions”. To determine who gained more by this friendship would be To Johnson it brought love and kindness into a life that would otherwise have been dreary; to him it was a friendship which filled a gap which , . . {f{ even Boswell could not have bridged. For the Thrales it secured what they most desired- socialP<^,'n and distinction. Their house was a center where the best and society of the time was entertained. Intimates of thei > - * Johnson and Goldsmith; Garrick and Burke; Burney aw *1 , ' Boswell and a host of others, many of whose portraits, j Reynolds himself, adorned the walls of the Streatham b ,, , But it was Johnson himself who first gave tion. and it was he who remained the greatest friend woman who entertained these learned throngs. Evfcj.y.** Mi.YJvfc, '26, �----- 32 DELPHIC Days Days are sometimes dreadfully lonesome Days are sometimes just as blue. But the days of song and sunshine Make us happy, don’t you think? I do. Days I want to scold and grumble, Be as mean as I can be; Tear the house down, bang the doors, Oh! Have you ever felt like me? Days I cry and feel so badly, Think that everything goes wrong, Only want to be unhappy, Why, then, don’t I sing a song? Days again I feel so merry, Everything is smooth and gay, Then I know the joy of living My whole life is in that day. —Irene Mackay, ’25. The Diary of a “Man About Town” (Based on Sir Roger de Coverley Papers) December 18, 1724. Arose late after last night's ball. Jenkin’s reported my tailor to be here with something of the latest style of waistcoats; spent the morn­ ing deciding whether 1 would have an extremely handsome blue, or a dotted purple, which Jones, who had dropped in, assured me was after my figure; think I will have it if I can persuade my uncle that my law study is really coming on. After dressing, which took longer than usual, as I desired to make a good impression on Lady Marley, whose daughter is reputed to have no small dowry—as well as innumerable charms, repaire to the coffee house to await the hour of the play, which was somet ing out of the ordinary, being a bewitching caricature of the wager usterely. Went on to Lord Bromeley’s after the play, feeling tail !S ,ed ? t0 Lady Marley and her daughter; Bromeley’s enterth(,Tc W3S °f the best’ and J°nes and Brown had a lively dispute over exceed!na?SS re«a?!n* tbe w’dow Hemley, whose property interests them a waopr -f oks Jones wil1 secure the prize and have even laid law-suit tn 1 WIt^ Bromeley- We discussed whether Selby will win his time * SOme ength. In fact, 'twas a most enjoyable argumentative "tlirT5 t0r the country tomorrow, has invited Jones and me to came home thic y Im, ^0r tbe hunt; am delighted, as my hunting coat would have a new^ne fearful that Jones> who is a dear felloW’ tore meBetty Parry, ’26. �i 't DELPHIC 33 1 ■* Salljr Sally Worth had a dreadful disposition, in fact a most disagreeable one. Her family could do nothing with her. Ah, yes, they had tried, but in vain. The by-word of the house was never to say anything to Sally to thwart her, for if this rule was ever violated, a hysterical out­ burst was the result. She had such an annoying way of looking hurt, and with her manner of gentle broken-heartedness, it was impossible to scold her. In fact the family, which was made up of Mr. Worth, had now reached the stage when he received Sally’s frequent outbursts very calmly. Sally herself decided that she needed a rest cure, The idea of lying in a hospital horrified her, for the sense of having to lie in a spotless white bed in a spotless white room, beside a spotless piece of human machinery, commonly called a nurse was too much for her idea of a rest. As a result, she hied herself off to the country, despite the protests of her father and her “I told you so relations”, consisting of aunts and cousins. She settled herself as a boarder in a pleasant, rambling farmhouse quite a distance from the city, in company with a personal maid as chaperon and attendant for her various wants. The farm delighted her and from her window she could see avenues of swaying green poplar trees, grassy meadows and fruit trees in full blossom, with snow-capped mountains majestically forming a background. She became enraptured, but deeming herself a nuerasthenic (nerves), she promptly prepared for bed, where she claimed she could lie and watch many beautiful things, though deep down in her heart, we think that perhaps she had a longing to run outside and proclaim the joy of living; but perhaps, again, it was not awakened in her as yet. Everything progressed splendidly until the next morning when Sally s temper manifested itself. She rang for her maid as was her custom. No answer; a deep solemnity pervaded the farmhouse. Her temper . ©gin­ ning to rise rapidly, she kept her hand on the bell and rang furiously. Still only the mocking echo of the bell resounded in her ears then silence prevailed. Now the temper being completely out of control, she threw the covers violently back from the bed, donned a pink imono and slipped her feet into some pink bedroom slippers that stoo y bed. Hastily she jammed a few hairpins into her dark curls an sta e to the door, her wrath completely overwhelming her. That she, daughter of Colonel Worth, should be so outrageously treated! Where was that girl? Didn’t she know perfectly well that Miss Sally Worth was used t being washed, manicured, combed and breakfasted at t is time in morning? Bang! And a book on the bell kept a dismal wail burring through the house. Out stalked Sally toward the downstairs, She was finding her way down the unaccustomed circular stairway when a muttered, W-. \ £ ; V I * [a >a �34 .. DELPHIC “Who can be making that infernal racket?” reached her ears, She stopped short and listened. A muffled pad as of human footsteps reached her ears. She clutched her gown about her and started to retrace her steps when around the curve of the stairway appeared a man, young and handsome. He stopped short. Sally stared in wild-eyed astonish­ ment. He stared. Then they both burst out laughing, and so long and hard that soon they felt as though they were old acquaintances. “Where is everyone?” demanded Sally, her temper beginning to yawn and weaken again. “Gone!” responded the amazing young man. “Gone! Gone!—but where? I’ve got to have attention “Oh, you’re the new boarder, aren’t you?” Then he laughed. Sally bristled and her temper did likewise. “I beg your pardon,” said the man. I laughed because of the thought—you see I’m a new boarder too—of two new boarders being so stranded—you see—” He paused. “M-mh,” said Sally and the sulks began to disappear and a smiling dimple took place. “Jove, but she’s adorable!” thought the young man. “I like him,” mused Sally to herself. Then, both realizing their positions, Sally hesitated, and the young man said: “As we are both in distress, I feel it my duty to help you. I shall prepare the furnace as well as I can. Till breakfast!” and with a smile and a nod he was gone. Sally brightened visibly and with amazing speed for a person suf­ fering from nerves she ran back to her room and sang while she dressed. Fifteen minutes later she found her way to the kitchen and there perceived a black-haired individual with a black smudge on the end of his nose vainly striving to fry some bacon that for some reason or other was very anxious to burn. “Do let me help,” cried Sally, much to her astonishment, as the words fell from her lips. But she had started it, and she would go through with it. “Soon a lovely heat stole up through the house and the aroma of fried bacon and eggs and coffee filled the air. Indeed, and it was not long before two hungry young people sat down to enjoy a makeshift breakfast. “I think,” said Sally demurely, “that it would be better if we were introduced. I'm Sally Worth.” “Ha, I had fairly forgotten. I assure you the pleasure is all mine. I am David Gratton, civil engineer, at your service.” Sally smiled. “But you haven’t told me yet where the folks are, my maid and all—” A frown settled on the young man’s forehead. “I have been trying to figure it out myself. I believe that everyone �DELPHIC 35 except perhaps your maid went to the big show that was given in the town last night. You know they have to cross a river three miles from here, and I think that something—” Ding—r-ring—r-ring— The phone! Sally clutched her chair and David dashed towards the phone. Sally could only grasp, now and then, excited bits of conversation. ‘‘What—none hurt—dam broke—stranded—hello, hell—yes, yes— maid missing—broke. Thanks, yes—Good-bye.” Miss Worth,” exclaimed David. “Now we have the cause of it all.” Yes—yes?” queried Sally. ‘They all went to the show, got to town all right. Everything was fine until they started home. They couldn’t reach the bridge for miles. The dam had broken, covered the bridge entirely, and they are stranded on the other side waiting for the water to recede. Thank goodness, it cannot reach this place because it is situated on this hill.” Ah,” Sally gasped, ‘‘but Jane, she must have gone out after them, when they didn’t return, and been lost. Oh, I do hope nothing has hap­ pened to her!” "Everything will be all right, Miss Worth; please don’t upset your­ self. I am positive they will be able to reach here before tonight.” T hope so,” said Sally. Miss Worth, if you will pardon me, 1 will go outside and see what I can do around the place.” ‘‘Certainly, Mr. Gratton.” Sally, left to her own resources as she had never been before in her young life, felt lost in an impenetrable forest of food, dishes and more dishes, and she had no idea which way to turn. She simply must show Mr. Gratton that she was somewhat capable. She must put some more wood in the stove. Oh, but the door was hot, and Sally nursed a burned finger. Her indomitable temper came to the fore, and Sally’s complaint would have reasserted itself had not her eyes caught a tiny motto on the wall above her. “Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone.” Sally frowned, choked, swallowed and bravely smiled. For once the antagonistic temper had been conquered. She swept the floor, cleaned up generally, and was just finishing washing the dishes when she heard a sound, and with a flushed face and disheveled curly hair, she turned to the door in time to see a handsome face, scowling darkly, change to a smiling one at the sight of her. Sally guessed a little, put two and two together and smiled. He returned it. ! - fn r-rM B &; ::: iff & lV. Four o’clock that afternoon found David and Sally sitting on the front porch of the farmhouse watching and waiting for news, anxious and worried, yet strangely contented with each other’s company. �I 1 36 DELPHIC The hours slipped by and neither one nor the other noticed their passage. Sally told of her life and that she was the only child and was “so sulky and had a horrible temper”. David grinned sheepishly. “1 confess we should have known each other long ago. We are kindred spirits. If what you say is true. 1 am also troubled with the same inquietude of the mind and my glower is my only weapon, and 1 fear 1 have learned to use it not wisely but too well, and—ah, look! 1 believe 1 can see some people coming this way. See i “Yes, yes!” cried Sally. “It’s they! I am so glad.” Out they ran to meet the folks. Weary, bedraggled and worn, Mother and Daddy Fowler and Jane came into the house and sighed with relief at the sight of comfortable chairs and a roaring fire blazing in the fireplace. Sally almost hugged Jane, so glad was she to see her. Of course excitement reigned and everyone tried to talk at once. “Where—and yes—” “You did—and—” Lost—but found—Oh—” “Miss Worth, I do hope—nerves—all right.” “Yes—we I,—happy now.” Sally sighed. Weren’t they just like one large happy family, and wasn’t she one of them? Where were her nerves, her fretful cries, her troubles? She felt free, gloriously free, and young, so young, and she remembered, “God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world.” And feeling so happy that a warm tear splashed on her cheeks, she slipped quietly out of doors, and sitting on the porch, watching the moon rise large and solemn, she felt the joy of living and thought of the great lesson she had learned that day, that would go with her all through her life. And who was responsible? She smiled. She simply couldn’t keep him out of her thoughts. Unconsciously she said aloud— “David!” “Yes, Sally.” She started, and looking up saw David standing watching her. He had slipped out after her. “Sally, if 1 may say so, it was by chance that we met today, yet my life seems strangely changed.” Sally sat motionless with eyes downcast. “And we seem so much alike ” “And we both have howling dispositions,” added Sally, trying not to smile. David mused. “Perhaps, but you’re so sweet—” “And”, said Sally. “And, Oh, Sally, I don’t know why 1 love you, but I do.” Irene Mackay, ’25. �DELPHIC 37 Character in Clocks All clocks are eternally stubborn. There are very few exceptions to this rule, in fact I doubt if there are any at all. If we are in a mad rush to catch a train or get to school on time, every clock redoubles its efforts to skip three out of every five minutes. First of all there is the wrist watch, a tiny, frivolous thing, forever being late and needing so much attention. Truly, she is a flapper with her gold, silver and platinum settings. Often she revenges herself by breaking her crystal. I think this is done so she may have a week of rest in a repair shop. As a contrast I will take the stately grandfather clock next. With his aristo­ cratic head cocked on one side, he is forever telling us that he came over on the Mayflower, and he couldn’t possibly converse with those insignifi­ cant mantle clocks. With all his ancestry and pedigree, he seldom ever runs, and says his mistress prefers him to be just an antique. Then there is the ship’s clock, healthy and hardy, and scarcely dig­ nified. Rather careless, I would say, with a broken leg or hand, and a dirty face. Nevertheless he is always cheerful. Personally, I like him, although it might not be proper. The alarm clock!! Mercy, how terrible. The unattractive, homely, spiteful old thing. She usually revenges herself by going off in the mid­ dle of the night and never stops her dastardly noise until we use brute force. Last of all is the study hall clock, rather battered to be sure. She is very simple and never even strikes. I think she is dreadfully stubborn and loves to be slow when empty stomachs are just aching to have attention at ten minutes before eleven. Mayanna Sargent, ’25. The Dying Sun He dies— As a pagan god who wounded lies In splendor ’neath his Grecian skies. From his bier— His silence speaks as phantom seer, Mysteries of an unknown sphere. At his side— Cloud ghosts in rainbow colors glide, Who by his radiance are dyed. Alas,— A fading gleam,—and he shall pass To his sepulchral crevasse! —Helen-Gray Gatens, ’27. ■ �38 DELPHIC Purely a Fantasy^ ■; ■ k In the days of my youth I heard of a city called Venice, where there were no streets, only vast canals, where everything was ideal, a place known the world over for its beauty. Nowadays when people speak of Venice (those who have been there) they can never seem to find words enough to express just what they thought of it. Friends of mine, just home from a trip abroad, who have, of course, stopped at Venice, tell me what a frightful place it is, with its shabby, ramshackle buildings, the dull, slimy waters which lick the edges of the dusty walks, and on those waters, where idyllic gondolas used to glide, common, ordinary boats. “When you go to Europe”, a friend told me once, “don’t go to Venice. It simply isn’t worth the trouble. Everyone who has been there will tell you the same thing. This idea everyone has of its being so remarkably beautiful! Ugh! Nothing beautiful about it!” “But surely”, I told her, “there must be something there, something must have given rise to all this beauty I used to hear about. Why Venice to me is traditional—1 can never think of Venice without connect­ ing it with beauty and romance, with its clear blue skies in daylight, and starlit ones at night.” And it is true, I never do think of Venice without weaving for myself a chain of pictures of this old city, all of them idealistic. On arriving there, as far as I can see, there is water, lovely, clear blue, azure water, or perhaps at times, it is a deep, emerald green, with yellow and rose lights here and there. It depends, of course, a great deal on the sky. Most times when I think of the sky there, it is blue, but sometimes it changes to a hazy green. I always arrive there quite early in the morning, not too early, but just after the sun has come up and has taken away that chilly feeling that the dawn so often brings with it. Then 1 see, beside the water, long tiled avenues, all miraculously clean, with never a spot of dust or dirt on their green surface. For they are all tiled in a dull, dark green. The houses are made of stone, gray stone tinted with rose, which darkens into a bronze in places, and they are all decorated with scrolls and spirals hewn out of the stone. These houses are built practically on the sidewalks, and are all of a size and are almost identical with one another. Each house seems to have dozens of little curved Romeo and Juliet like balconies. At this hour in the morning the shutters of each house are closed, and the whole place has a silent, deserted look, al­ though I can see one or two wraith-like gondolas in the distance. Then suddenly 1 hear somewhere, quite a distance away, the sound of bells chiming, and immediately the whole town awakes. The shops along the main avenue are opened and the shutters of all the houses are flung wide, and people begin moving about. I see many gondola? �DELPHIC 39 moving up and down the canals, and little boys come out and play at sailing boats in the water at their very doorsteps. All day we wander about, either along the walks or in a gondola which we have hired, The gondoliers are distinctly picturesque with their bright headdresses and many colored scarfs. While passing down one canal we come upon a lovely, delicately designed, arched bridge, which seem to connect the second stories of two very palatial dwellings. This, I realize, is the “Bridge of Sighs,” the very bridge that, I think it is Poe, mentions in one of his stories. Then late in the afternoon, somehow, I lose my companion, a young lady, and while searching for her frantically, 1 meet a very handsome gentleman, whom I have known ever so well in America. We shake hands delightedly, and he looks into my eyes, and I look into his, and 1 know that something very, very interesting is going to happen, and I forget all about my friend whom 1 have lost. By this time the sun is setting and the sky has turned a beautiful rose and gold and crimson color and the reflection over the water is the same. And John (his name is always John) suggests that we have tea together beneath one of those delightfully quaint little porticoes over there. I agree readily, and while we are talking over old times and getting acquainted all over again, the sun sets over in the west. When we have finished tea we find that it is later than we had thought, and the sky is gradually growing darker, and 1 notice that the moon is rising and that it is full, It is such a beautiful evening that we both decide that the most pleasant way of spending it together will be to hail a passing gondola and to glide drowsily along in it. When we are are finally settled among the rugs and cushions, we watch the lights playing on the water and the twinkling stars, and the full moon, which in itself is a very favorable omen. And it is about this time that 1 decide that I adore John even more than I thought I did over in America, and I had liked him immensly over there. For, you see, there is an atmosphere about this Venice of mine, which makes one see the world and life through a roseate mist. And while the gondolier plays a dreamy melody on his mandolin, I feel a hand on mine, and arm about me, and we drift on and on. And that is the Venice of my dreams. M. A. P., ’25. 4 cTWidnight Midnight has come, when drowsiness Lures me to the land of dreams. The old world seems asleep—but Even it is restless and awake, While those in their dark corners Of the balmy sleep partake. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. * �40 DELPHIC An Accident Jacqueline was enjoying herself to the limit. It was her pet position, (You see, her father did not allow anyone to put their feet on the couch), her feet cosily curled underneath her and a ridiculously superfluous amount of pillows cushioned around her. She was reading “The Little French Girl,” and between the most vitally interesting parts, she snatched bits of a luscious red, juicy apple, and some delicious fudge. She had made it herself. That alone guaranteed it. And then- -the end—of the story, 1 mean. Of course it was too bad that the story should ever end, but how very sleepy she was! A dance the night before. Wouldn’t it be delightful if something lovely and romantic would happen to her—Jacqueline herself. But no, such things were confined to stories, yet you can never tell. This uncertain life. A crash of squeaking breaks! Oh! Almost immediately a crowd gathered on the corner. A girl had been run down. She had fainted. The young man, who had been driving the car (it was not his fault, the accident) was very anxious. He would take her to a hospital at once. She must have immediate attention. The next morning, very much propped with pillows in a big white bed, her right arm in a sling, and feeling very uncomfortable on account of a clumsy white bandage, cocked just above her left eyebrow, to cover an ugly cut in her forehead, Jacqueline looked forlorn and small, but utterly adorable. She couldn’t help looking adorable, ever. She was wondering how she had got there, when the nurse came in with a card. On it was engraved the name, John King. Jacqueline had heard of him. He was famous for having played on the university team. He was young, handsome and fabulously wealthy. Jacqueline was puzzled, ex­ tremely puzzled. The nurse volunteered, “He asked me to tell you that e is the man that ran over you yesterday.” Jacqueline said, ‘‘Oh.’ Jacqueline said, “Oh,” again, then, “Please tell him to come right in.” irst appeared a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, all her favorites— pink and lavendar sweet peas, orchids, and pink roses. And then the n imse . He surpassed her fondest hope and wildest dream. He had emhJlr?6 °J the savoir'faire she had expected. He was just a very embarrassed young man, come to atone for his misdeeds. this hencmf11 * tGlL y?u how sorrY I am. 1 surely hope you’ll be out of it. if vo y ™ess kefore l°ng. It was just my tough luck to have done wouldn’t be half so*630 unattractive and had refused to see me, I reply ax ah°e r know just what to say to that, so she made no conveniently ram*™6** y thanked hi™ for the flowers. Then the nurse to come again 10 t0 Say doctor wished to see her. John asked br°ught her^omethlno ^ ag?in' g every time. They had got along riPPingly' f)e. Something clever and funny that �DELPHIC 41 they could laugh over together. This time it had been a two month’s old Sealyham terrier. John leaned forward and took her hand. “Jack’leen —sweetheart—” Jacqueline started in her sleep. It was John alright, her big brother, and an awful tease, waking her by strenuous handshake. Jacqueline rubbed her eyes, “It was all a dream, I might have known it.” Dorothy Mautz, ’26. Civilized Indians Under the boughs of a huge spreading maple tree stood a wigwam with deer and fishes and buffaloes painted on the outside. In the eyes of its inhabitants it was a marvel among wigwams,” just like the kind you read about in story books.” But on this particular day things did not seem to be going on very well in the wigwam. Loud were the cries that issued forth, not at intervals, but continuously. Suddenly a girl of about ten burst out of the entrance of the tent followed by a boy some years her elder. “All right for you. Kent Jordon, you won’t see me coming near your old wigwam again. What’s more you needn’t think you can be coming over to my house and playing with my things.” “Now listen here, Anne, just because you couldn’t have the name you wanted you go and get mad. Can’t you let Alice be Minnehaha once in a while?” “Well, do you ever let Jimmie be Hiawatha? Now listen to me, Mr. Smarty, if I can’t be who I want I won’t play.” “All right then don’t. I don’t want to be bothered with you anyway.” Being feminine, Anne got the parting word, “I’ll never speak to you again” echoed back as she disappeared over the top of the fence. Oh, how she remembered it all, and how humiliating it was. Kent had gone away to military school and then to an eastern college and Anne hadn’t seen or heard from him for eight years. Until one day she received a letter telling her that he was coming home, and remem­ bering her words to him, wanted to see if he couldn’t break her resolve. Anne had been more than surprised and rather startled to think he re­ membered. As she rode along the lane, leading up to the porch of their home, she found herself wondering what Kent would be like. He had been a good looking youngster and would probably be an awfully nice young man. His letter had testified to that. It was rather trying to have him remember her child-like ways, but then she could soon convince him that she had grown up as well as he. Anne was at that awful age where a girl is supposed to act grown up and dignified on occasion, but in her soul likes to do the same old childish things. ; v ? �42 I DELPHIC Anne knew that Kent was home for she had heard their car drive up from the station the evening before, and in the quiet summer twilight the voices of the people on the .Jordon’s front porch could easily be heard. Not that Anne was listening especially, but it pleased her to think that the musical deep voice she had heard quite often was Kent’s. Anne also knew that Kent, unless he had changed a great deal, would come over, but unhappily she didn’t know just when. Certainly she never dreamt that it would be at breakfast time in the morning. Anne was the kind of person that dressed in a great hurry so she could stay in bed longer. She also found it a great time-saver to slide down the long, smooth, mahogany banisters. This particular morning being no exception she jumped on, turning her back to the hallway, and down she sailed. She stopped dead at the bottom, afraid to turn her head for midway of her rapid descent she had heard an unmistakable chuckle. She was ruined! How could she ever make a dignified im­ pression on Kent with this for a beginning? Well, she would just have to carry it through. “Same old Anne, aren’t you?" said an easily recognisable voice. Anne turned a rueful face toward him, saying, "Do you think it’s nice to come in without telling anyone?” “Well, that’s a nice kind of a welcome to give me after I’ve been away all these years. By the way, how long are you in the habit of sitting there when you get down?” Remembering where she was, Anne quickly jumped down with flaming cheeks. This was worse that she had ever even imagined. What would be think of her? She seemed to be struck dumb. Looking up, she saw Kent rummaging around in a small closet. “Say, do you still keep your toys here? I thought we might have a g ® of tennis and get acquainted again. Is this racket your§s?” Here was a chance to redeem herself, thought “That’ll be great! Do they play much where you come from?” Anne. Of all the dumb, childish questions! She was thankful when they finallv reached • she could steady her shaken nerves a little "1S C°Urt a"d They had a dandy game and Anne liked „ i reflected that he hadn't changed sn Kentuas TCh as ever' She lunch, but was really rather relieved whenT^Ti uS1le &Sked him t0 dad to have lunch in town with him h SE“d he had Promised his .ooktdTrLrinundir:dhLsi,ar aIIf afternoon and — *e d°g efforts at friendliness, she jumped up IT"8 ,t0 recognize any of his first ring. Kent's voice sounded « the nth. mSked t0 the Phone at its dignified heart almost turned over r 6nd and Annes grown up, “I hear there’s a dance at the country club tonight. Want to run over?” ‘‘Yes, I’d love to, Kent.” �DELPHIC 43 “All right, I’ll be at your house sometime after supper.” Life was worth living once more! If he could go to a dance with her he couldn’t dislike her so very much. The usually speedy Anne spent hours getting dressed, because it was necessary to change her attire four times and finally deciding on the first dress. The family remarked on her extreme neatness, and was properly snubbed by Miss Eighteen. Just as Kent’s whistle sounded from below, Anne decided she wouldn’t them a yank flew down stairs. Soon they wear earrings and giving _ ... were off. The drive to the club was perfect. Anne was her own dignified self, and the more she saw of Kent the more she liked him. But as they walked up the drive Anne was doomed to another “come down.” i : “Say, Anne, 1 don’t know whether I am showing my ignorance or not, but isn’t that an earing hanging on the front of your dress?” Her heart sank. Why couldn’t she be able to avoid such embarrassing moments? And in answering there was just a little quaver in her voice, “Oh dear, why didn’t you tell me before?” “1 didn’t see it Anne, but it doesn’t matter, does it?” Anne was silent, there was no use in saying anything. There just wasn’t any hope for a girl like her that couldn’t grow up. How could he ever like her? He probably thought she was a baby. Silently she went to the dressing room, took off her wraps and joined Kent once again. They danced and Kent proved himself as good a dancer as he was a tennis player. He didn’t talk when he danced, and Anne liked him for that. People that have music in their souls and really like to dance don’t find it necessary to talk. As the last strain of “Moonlight and Roses” died softly away. Kent said, “Want to go out on the porch and cool off and talk a little? We haven’t had a chance to say anything much yet.” They sat in the cool summer starlight and talked, first laughingly °f the old kid days together, and then seriously of the life before them. It was so nice to talk to a boy, thought Anne, who could actually talk soberly. She was so sick of patter. Unspoiled little Anne didn’t realize how enchantingly pretty she was in her creamy dress against the dark green background of the vines. After some moments’ silence Kent made Anne really happy once more. Jove, but I like you, Anne,” he said boyishly, "you're so natural and impulsive. On the way home I thought a lot about you, wondering what you would be like. I hoped you would be a little different from other girs and you are.” Then softly, 'T’ve told you that l like you Anno. 0n t y°u ^11 me what you think of me?' e Anne w*?s silent a minute and then, looking into his honest brown y > she said, “You haven’t disappointed me, Kent." li, VW. �DELPHIC 44 << > Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost" Terry was disconsolate. She was angry with everyone in the whole, wide world, including herself. She wanted to cry, but was just the least bit too proud to let herself do it. “And then,” she argued valiantly, “I do look so awful after I finish crying, it really isn’t worth it.” So she didn’t cry just then, but turned to her mirror and gave herself a search­ ing look. “I am goodlooking,” she said aloud, “I don’t care if I do say it, and I’m sure I’m interesting, and I like to do things, and I’m a pretty good sport—and I don’t know what’s the matter with me! Everybody knows, or should know, that I don’t pretend to be as beautiful or popular as Glenn, (Glenn was her sister), but 1 should think somebody might pay even the least bit of attention to me. I’m not homely and I'm not dis­ agreeable, and I want to be popular!” And, strange to say, although she was proud, Terry put her head down in her arms and wept. Terry knew she was foolish to cry, no one knew it any better. Especially over such a thing as popularity. All “the girls” at school liked her immensely, there was certainly no lack of popularity in that direction. She was never a wall-flower at a dance, but neither was she ever the most sought after girl on the floor. Not that she wanted to be, but she did want to have someone, besides her partner, who was obliged, by courtesy, to save her from “sitting out,” seem very interested in her, beg to dance with her, and “cut in”—oh, ever so many times. Glenn was only a year older than she was, and yet everyone seemed to think she was twenty, or nineteen at the least, while Terry was seven­ teen. The trouble was, she decided, wiping her eyes, that she looked too young, acted too young, seemed too young in every way. Glenn looked aw ully much older, she always knew how to act, she had poise, and, above all, a “line.” But I hate lines, Terry told herself, bitterly, “and I don’t know how to cultivate one anyway, and I wouldn’t have one if I did know how. They re common and ordinary, and I’d much rather be myself, although nobody else seems to appreciate me as I am. Oh, I don't know what ^ Glenn (° P'3y her 3 Set of tennis, Glenn re‘ Ihem ' Ru Sht H P.r0m,sed Dick and Tom and Jim to play with We'd he plat b 3 e ’ y,°U C3n come out t00> if you want to, Terry, we d be glad to have you play with us. makeNfive0fanyri°Ul’ tried her best t0 be offhand. “But I’d Another riL 1 V u * WOrk 0ut very well. It’ll have to be another time, I guess. Then to herself, “Same old story ” whole week- SelfishSngf h0f Qenn had Sone t0 the beach for 3 with cTenn eone* ‘1m’ but She knew that perhaps, now some fellow who was Vt-U P°b t0 br'nS over that terribly hand­ some fellow who was v,siting him during his spring vacation. With Glenn �DELPHIC 45 out of the way, he might, to use a slang expression, “fall for her,” and there would follow naturally, several engagements, lunch at Wisteria Villa, the theatre, little tete a tete dinners, or, too wonderful to be true, a dance, perhaps even two. It happened. Terry was in the seventh heaven of rapture. His name was Hugh, he was tall with wavy, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a very dark complexion, athletic, a perfect dancer and all-round sportsman. Terry could hardly believe that he had noticed her, had taken her to the theatre, had danced, played tennis, and golfed with her. Tomorrow morning they were going riding, tomorrow evening they were having dinner together. Terry thought of nothing else, even dreamed of him. At last someone was “rushing her.” Sometimes she would say to herself, “Am I dreaming? Can this really be I?” And again, “I’m awfully foolish to adore Hugh so much -after all. he’s only a man.” A trifle egotistic, but only for a minute, and her lack of self-confidence would return: “It won’t last. It’s too good to be true. He probably won’t even write when he goes back to college.” But Hugh did write. Long enthusiastic letters, that told her of college, what he was doing, of what he intended to do. Glenn noticed these letters and teased her about them. “Well, Terry, so you’ve succumbed at last! When did it happen? Will he be up next summer, and if so, may I meet him?” Sometimes Terry’s high spirits fell. “When he meets Glenn,” she would think soberly, “it’ll be all off with me. Not that I’ll blame her any, it’ll be just my luck.” And so on, until the next letter arrived, when her spirits would soar again, and she would say, “He does like me or he wouldn’t write. I shouldn’t feel that way about Glenn, He won’t, he shan’t fall for her. I won’t let him.” But Terry was very much afraid of Glenn, in spite of her resolution, and she did not look forward to their meeting with any enthusiasm. In July, Hugh came up to visit Bob again, and Terry decided to meet the issue at stake immediately. So she invited Hugh to dinner, to meet Glenn. She had a new dress which she donned for the first time that evening, and she tried her very best to look as lovely as possible, but when she saw Glenn in the hall her heart almost stopped beating. Glenn was glorious. The two sisters went into the library together. Hugh was standing with his back to them, looking out of the window. As they came in he turned quickly, and Terry saw his eyes fall upon her first, and then turn to Glenn. She introduced the two, and although she watched him carefully during the evening, she found that his eyes and his manner were inscrutable. He left rather early, having said nothing to Terry about a date for the next day, and she went to bed panic-stricken. She wandered about the house distractedly all the next day, and when she swe^' *e^eP^one rInS sharply early in the evening, she ran to an- �1 46 DELPHIC “Hello. Hugh’s voice. A second’s silence. Then: “May I please “Hello. speak to Glenn? The blood rushed pounding to her temples. Some­ thing within her almost cried out: “Not Glenn, Hugh,—not Glenn.” She made a terrific effort to regain her composure. Her voice shook a little as she said, “.Just a moment, please.” She put the receiver down, heavily. Couldn’t she do—anything? Was she so utterly powerless? Hadn't it seemed inevitable from the first? Had it meant so much to her? All these questions went pounding through her head. Then some­ thing she had once said came back to her suddenly: “After all—he’s only a man.” She turned away from the telephone and went to Glenn’s door. Opened it. In a voice, not quite steady, and strangling a sob, she said, “Glenn dear, there’s somebody wants you on the telephone.” Then she stumbled blindlv to her room. Shut the door and locked it. M. A. P., ’25. Isola Bella Mystery and romance walk hand in hand over this beautiful island. One has the sensation of intruding when you step out of a modern boat onto the step of stone where paths have been worn from perpetual treading. Even my breath behaved in a curious way as I dreamily strolled about this beautiful place. My poor description would seem as nothing, for words do not exist that would portray to you my im­ pressions. A mass of stone walls, terraces, and palaces seem to take uniform shape on this tiny island, where not a square foot of land has not had the skilful touch of a genius of architecture, landscaping, or gardening. The palace I cannot endeavor to describe. I see in my mind vague recollections of tapestried divans, chairs and beds with glittering crystal chandeliers hanging from gold tinted ceilings. A rose tinted casement was opened and there before me lay the most gorgeous, superb panorama that mortals or immortals could desire to gaze upon. Winding paths of agate form a maze of autumn color bordered with stones of pure white pumice. Terrace upon terrace enrolled itself revealing orange and citrus trees. Graceful bamboos swayed in the gentle breeze and cast rippling shadows over the entire garden. I shall see to the end of my life those magnificent white peacocks proudly standing on the terraces, while the emerald green of Lake Majiore formed a background not to be compared. The fragrance of white gardenias floated among the trees and flowers as I strolled enchanted across the velvet carpet of grass. It seems that beauty will ever attract us in whatever form she may take and to me that goddess will ever be pictured lying leisurely on the steps of Isola Bella. Mayanna Sargent, ’25. �DELPHIC M cA Restful Summer June was coming into its full glory, and thoughts of vacation were foremost in my mind. 1 felt like taking the whole summer off, and did not see any reason why 1 should not do so, since it was my duty to take a look at my ranch at Lone Pine to see how my nephew was getting on as manager, So, having wired him to meet me, I took the train and arrived the next day at Lone Pine which I beheld in all the dusty, sunny splendor of high noon. 1 cast a hasty, expectant look about in search of my nephew. He was not there. 1 surveyed the expanse of sun burnt grass from the rail­ road track to where the horizon line faded out in the dim purple of the distance. Here and there a cow dozed in the midday heat. Here and there sprawled a few wind-bent bushes; but nowhere, in that vast space, was there one object which I might have mistaken for the ap­ proaching figure of that most desired nephew. 1 decided that the wisest thing to do was to wait; and forthwith I sat down on my suit case, with the baked mud under me and the blazing sun aoove. As I was idly gazing at nothing in particular, two horses crossed the horizon and came galloping across the plain. As they neared me l saw that one of them had a rider. On, on they came till, when they were within a short distance of me, the rider drew rein and 1 recognized my nephew, David. “I’m sorry I’m late. The train must have come in early, he said as he greeted me. “It was on time according to schedule,’’ I retorted irritably. He said no more about the train and went on to explain that he would have brought the buggy, but had the misfortune to break one of the wheels on a trip the previous summer and had not had time to fix it. "Just hand me your suit-case, uncle,’’ he said patronizingly. Prince there,” he indicated the scrawny sorrel that he held by the lead, is squeamish about what goes onto his back, but Minnie, she 11 stand for anything.” Minnie turned her head and gave her master a look of singular con­ tradiction. David continued his drawl all the way home, often telling me that a restful summer was just what I needed. However, when I went to my room that night, I went with the staunch opinion that what my ranch and its finances needed, more than a restful summer, was an earthquake or something of a similar nature. Yet I had learned very little of how things were from the business standpoint, for David had just installed a water . piping system, connected with an artesian well, and could talk of nothing �48 DELPHIC but this accomplishment. Having listened to the method, particulars, and details over and over, I finally bade him good-night and went to bed. About two o’clock I was awakened by a frantic pounding at the door and Mrs. Allard, the housekeeper, crying out, “Come quick, come quick. “What’s the matter?” I asked. Oh, matter enough. Ride as fast as you can to the Smith place, and tell him to come at once.” I groped my way to the coral, where 1 found the horses dozing at the far end of the fence. I made a dive at one of them, caught him by mane and threw the saddle across his back. A moment later 1 was riding furiously along the road to Dr. Smith’s, and wondering if my nephew was dead or only mortally wounded. 1 roused the worthy doctor with resounding knocks on his door; and ere another minute passed we were thundering down the road together like Icabod Crane and the headless horseman, In breathless anxiety I dashed into the house, where I encountered Mrs. Allard transfixed in her astonishment. “Is everything all right?” 1 asked. “The house is almost flooded,” she answered, “but what is Dr. Smith doing here?" “Why,” I said, “you sent me for him.” “Land sakes,” she exclaimed, “I sent you for John Smith, the plumber. The pipes from David’s well have burst and water is over everything.” “Then why didn’t you tell me or call David?” “Well, I thought you knew I meant the plumber. I never dreamed you’d go for the doctor, and I did not want to bother you about fixing the pipes yourself, since you are our guest; and, well, I never wake David, dear lad that he is. It will break his heart when he hears this. He did love those pipes.” “That being the case his heart will break now,” I said, “for I intend to inform him presently.” I did not go for the right Smith. I was in no mood for another ride, and besides I had ridden the horse into a lather as it was. So I and the doctor and David (I had no scruples about waking David), worked the rest of the night repairing the damage. I railed at my fate that night, and I truly believe what happened the next day was my just punishment. The dam above the ranch broke its walls and the water came pouring down on us. The house was swept away. David and I spent the rest of that restful summer rebuilding itDavid’s work, of course, consisted, for the most part, in giving advice. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. �DELPHIC 49 ‘‘Nature” Slowly behind the western hills the and lints of gold flooded the sky and reflmeT inciteThe'mS°n o‘El,p£"„',rred “b1 °r aart sage »« -i.t m. i i nphhi d f Th ’ °]0StT h!dden by a llttle cresL could be seen a tiny lake of blue. The early Indians called it “Lake of Death ” due to the fact that few people ever crossed it safely. Large springs served as an inlet and promoted its historical name. P g as mfnGnaHUiillyK.and alm0sto unnoticeably the brilliant colors faded away into a dull blue mist. Stealthily elk and doe crept from the distant woods to the lake for a sip of water. Then after cooling their tired feet they started again into the forest. ’ The sky slowly darkened. Every color seemed to vanish—as if bv andSr„tAt ^ SOlfmn m00n sh°wed its s,eePy face above the horizon less as 7 it IV Uhp0n Jhe lake' Everything was still and motion unmarred L by the Spe" °f death' Suddenl>' breaking the seemed m “ “y°te weanly caIIed 10 his restless mate, This seemed to awaken other sleepy animals and the wise old owl hooted in the tree tops. the world the nighttslowl>' ended- The moon lowered and sank behind d greyneSS of the hllls- Daylight once more lightened the drowsy rnlllL6 aun.showed its smiling face most of the day, then faded. Dark HS!“a,)r '”a “ '°"owed 6y was the preceding night 'r°m this gloomy, tense atmosphere. Still, beauty could be found in the western scene as the sand heaped, and the lake rippled laughingly. had outlasted^)! th£ m0°" was seen riding high in the sky. Proudly it the lazy animaL m1' Pe3Ce W3S restored among the f°ur winds, and tazy animals continued to sleep. Beatrice Foster, ’27. Thoughts Why was I not an Indian maid To roam the forest wide? Or princess of the Island Shaad To dance before the tide? My heart craves things—unthought of things That are not mine to grasp; Take me where the palm trees swing And lazy camels bask. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. �50 DELPHIC Selected Spasms Genius Cries for Help Subjects are worn to a frazzle. There is nothing to write about which has not grown stale long ere this. It is expedient that I compose an essay—that form of prose which relates to the simple reflections that come to one’s mind. But if my mind assininely refuses to reflect, what can 1 do? A rather well known personage of the past once said: “Do or die. Since 1 cannot do, I suppose I must die. “Oh! Death! Come. Hark. No answer! Not even an echo! In louder tones I call: “Oh! Death! Come. Still no response; evidently death has lost its hearing. What will be­ come of me? I cannot “do,” I cannot “die.” There is no alternativetherefore—in that direction. Another famous man once said: “To be, or not to be. He did not finish the sentence, so I shall take it upon myself to complete it for him. “Am I to be an essayist, or am I not to be one?’ I ask you this how can I be an essayist, if I am unable to devise a means of securing sufficient data to write an essay? Don't you agree with me, regarding the utter impossibility of the thing? And yet, since I must write an essay, how can I save myself from the awful fate? I am suspended between two eventual decisions. Which I shall choose concerns not the present, but the time that will soon be present— namely—the future. If I write an essay, I cannot be original this has been proven by Aristotle’s theory. Wherefore, if I do not write an essay —according to the proof which Francis Bacon’s system of philosophy has furnished, I shall be forced to directly oppose the law which de­ mands that I make some attempt at that form of prose composition which is now in discussion. It is indeed a terrible world, for I cannot “do, I cannot “die,” I cannot “be,” neither can I “not be.” There must be something wrong somewhere. Surely it cannot be a superfluity, for the symptons do not tend in that direction. Therefore, I conclude that it must be a deficiency. But what is lacking? Let me think! I have it! Inspiration! That’s the thing! But whence comes inspiration? Must one dive into the depths of the sea for it, or fly up into the clouds in its wake? I’ll call it Per‘ chance it will hear me and respond. “Inspiration! Come! Hast thou, like death, become deaf? Or art thou merely elusive? Ah! Methinks I see a light! It flickers, then goes out. But no! it has deviated fro111 its course, and flares again before my vision, as a stroke of lightning- �i DELPHIC 51 How to kindle that flame—how to transform it into a glowing fire? My brain will not function, and inspiration flies away, intact. No! There it is again! But only for a moment—then it vanishes like some phantasy. Inspiration—thou art too evasive for mortals such as I. Inspiration, I crave thee—yet I cannot have thee. All right, I’ll display a little inde­ pendence—! don’t want you. Return whence you came! Never let me see your countenance again! Ah! I thought that would bring results. Just a little obstinacy—was that it? Now, you’ve come to me to stay— yes? Well, imp of Satan, I’ll have my revenge. I see that you have the neck, as well as the heart, of a chicken. Revenge is sweet, but sweeter still are the vibrations which your moans cause upon my organs of hearing, as slowly I wring your neck. Inspiration, thou art no more. Now, I can write without the continuous irritation of your presence. Farewell! Now, to work!” Analene Cohen, ’25. Bridge A standard dictionary thus defines the word bridge for us: a structure erected to afford passage across a waterway; also, a frame for holding false teeth, which is clamped to adjoining teeth on each side. But however edifying each of these definitions may be, neither meaning will be of use on the subject about which I will presently try to discourse. My bridge is a game of self-control, played with a deck of fifty-two cards—an equal number each of clubs, hearts, spades, and diamonds. 1 will not go into detail, for I am not myself, as yet—-beyond the trumpingmy-partner’s-trick stage. Perhaps I am not qualified to do that w ic I am attempting, but I can speak of my own impressions. They speak of beginner’s luck—a pianola hand self-playing, you ' king, queen, jack, ten, and three others of the know, consisting of ace, same suit. I had one once. They didn’t even worry about me then. By the time the hand was half over my partner was allowe to rus to the rescue. I barely made my bid of two. Very few peop e cou have done it—come so near to losing the bid, I mean. Did you ever hear of that flighty young individual, laboring un the frightful delusion, who said: “Oh yes, I learned to p ay n ge other night. I don’t think I like it very well”? Don’t despair. All players are not like this. There is t e n g Piayer with the poker face, both concerning the game !tself> He and disgust at having me sit opposite him. He suffers in „ ,s l0"g suffering and of great patience. One of tthe ambit,,ony>f ^ life- is to show him! But the sun will grow cold, an 0ld before I do it uu ll* - orothy Mautz, 26. D �52 DELPHIC Do Students Study? At last after many years of research—both historical and scientific, a question has been found, worthy of puzzling that great unknown quantity—the sphinx, itself. To solve this question the wide gulf must be bridged between our present erudition and the evasive fourth dimen­ sion. The subject of this anomalous discussion is composed of three words, very commonly employed in the language of the day, but seldom used in the connection which I am about to lay before you. Now, in order that you may comprehend this subject more clearly, I shall disclose the greatest question ever propounded to the superior intellect of the genus homo. Behold it- writtten in is simplest yet its most complex form; one moment is granted in which you may brace yourselves for the shock. And now I ask—nay—1 even implore you to enlighten me if you are able so to do, in my ignorance concerning the answer to this: "DO STUDENTS STUDY?” i reiterate the words in their unadorned simplicity—"DO STUDENTS STUDY?” as Hamlet was once overheard to remark: "Ay—there’s the rub.” There indeed is the rub. I am a student myself—at least that is what I believe I ought to be termed for I have attended kindergarten, grammar school, high school, etc., and I intend to continue the struggle at some university, And among the surprisingly few facts which have managed to find a per­ manent place of repose in my cerebrum, the definition of the word "SCHOLAR" shines forth like a bright illumination—as one who is engaged in study or devoted to books or learning. (Of course lexico­ graphers judge only from appearances—they cannot know the inner life of the average scholar of this era.) "STUDENT” so it seems, is synonymous with "SCHOLAR.” Likewise, a scholar has been admitted by the best authorities to be a student. However, as this is not a treatise on the "why and wherefore” of a student but merely the discussion of a question whose significance is above doubt, let us desist from dealing with useless data and allow our minds to become engulfed in the labyrinth of unadulterated debate. If I were Patrick Henry, I should ask for a "studious student or an untimely end. If my name were Edmund Burke, I would discourse brilliantly on the "awfulness of the student.” If Abraham Lincoln were my appellation, I would declare “study of the student, by the student, for the student. student.” But since I am only the trivial and insignificant author of this attempt at the impossible, I shall leave to your imagination the aforementioned verbal controversy. In conclusion, let me express my utmost desire that your mind’s eyes and ears derive the most beneficient pleasure from the battle of words over this great problem. When the debate has come to an end, you will ask yourself: "DO STUDENTS STUDY?” and your inner self win respond, without the least particle of ignominy, just as a student would in a like case: "I DON’T KNOW.” Analene Cohen, ’25. * �DELPHIC Class Basketball The interest shown for class games this season was at a high point throughout the school. The games were played as follows: Freshmen vs. Sophomores, first. Both classes had good material and the score was a tie, 16-16. Sophomore vs. Junior also was a tie, the score being 8-8. Freshmen vs. Senior game ended with a score of 12-38 in favor of the older team, although our babies put up a good fight, holding the Seniors one quarter, to tie shots. Freshmen vs. Junior game gave the Juniors a lead of 16-4 in score. Sophomore vs. Senior game put the Seniors in for a game with the Juniors as they won 7-12. Junior vs. Senior game turned the Seniors chances for class honors in this sport, as the Juniors won, 26-18. Another Sophomore vs. Junior game was necessary, as the previous game between the two had been a tie, and the Seniors had beaten the under-classmen. This game was snappy and exciting, ending in favor °f the Juniors by one point, 18-17. The Juniors therefore won the cup for 1925. Then came the annual fray between “Days” and “Boarders. Practice for both teams was to be seen often, and decisive steps were taken for improvement. Although a good number of “Day girls stayed, and the encouragement from mothers for the daughters playing kept spirits high on that side, the “Boarders” thought of those at home and the loyal little band that backed them so faithfully, and won 10-18. Muriel Barde, Captain of the winners, backed the girls throughout the game, and made team-work count every minute. Katie Martin, Captain of the Days, played her usual fine steady game, and had her team on the S° until the last second. �DELPHIC 54 Following are the class line-ups: Freshmen: Centers—Mary Aileen Martin, Mary Helen Carr. Guards—Louise Holford, Kathleen Jayne, Mary Elizabeth Wheeler. Forwards—Frances Loomis, Marjorie Holman, Maxine Bennet. Sophomores: Centers—Mary Malarkey, Ardella Sweek, Anne Stange. Guards—Helen Loomis, Geraldine Kirby, Marie Mecklem. Forwards—Jane Cullers, Mary Alice Meyer, Deborah Ball, Rhoda Gantenbein. Juniors: Centers—Muriel Barde, Helen Peters, Roberta Pittock. Guards—Betty Allyn, Helen Dunn, Margaret Brandes. Forwards—Nancy Chipman, Elizabeth Martin. Seniors: Centers—Katie Martin, Evelyn Meyer. Guards—Edythe Hartley, Velma Payne. Forwards—Marjorie Pittock, Marjorie Mariner. Day Pupils’ Team: Centers—Katie Martin, Helen Peters, Roberta Pittock. Guards—Betty Allyn, Helen Loomis, Mayanna Sargent. Forwards—Nancy Chipman, Elizabeth Martin, Marjorie Pittock. Boarders’ Team: Centers—Muriel Barde, Anne Stange. Guards—Edythe Hartley, Velma Payne. Forwards—Frances Loomis, Zelah Bartholomew, Marjorie Mariner. Baseball Juniors vs. Freshmen. The first game of the season, played on May 1, was between the Freshmen and Juniors. The little greenhorns put up a gallant battle, but were finally beaten by their elders. The score was 21-11. The line-ups were as follows: Catcher .... Pitcher .... Short Stop . First Base . Second Base Third Base Right Field Left Field .. Center Field Juniors Julia Smith. . Helen Peters Freshmen Mary Aileen Martin Frances Loomis Muriel Barde.... Helen Adelsperger Elizabeth Martin Louise Holford Zelah Bartholomew.... Kathleen layne Roberta Pittock. Gladys Elliot Grace McKeown, Gladys Goodman Margaret McCall Mary Helen Carr Juniors vs. Seniors. The Juniors beat the Seniors in basketball, but hings are evened up now, for the Seniors beat the Juniors in baseball. It was a close game from beginning to end, and most exciting to all ITwTtJS/S'r,p'Sf ”n "•»5-"y <•« score was 28-35. ! . ; ! �DELPHIC 55 The line-up: Catcher Pitcher Short Stop . First Base . Second Base Third Base Right Field . Left Field . . Center Field Seniors Juniors Mayanna Sargent.. ...Julia Smith Katie Martin,.............Helen Peters Betty Sewall.... Marjorie Pittock Muriel Barde Edythe Hartley. Elizabeth Martin Evelyn Meyer. . . Zelah Bartholomew Gwendolyn Hall. Roberta Pittock Marjorie Mariner Grace McKeown Analene Cohen. . Margaret McCall Juniors vs. Sophomores. This game was played on May 7. The Sophomores won, and the score was 34-29. But the history of the game is accurately described in the following poem by a prominent member of the losing side. ! “Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest,” “Yoh Ho, and a bottle of rum.” The Juniors all forgot to come— We played with eight Quite resigned to our fate, And now it’s all over and done. A few struck out, and a few they walked: But the sturdy “sophs” they never balked— When we’d hit a run, they’d home it quick, Ah, those little “sophs,” they made us sick. Oh youngsters you got us, our poor measly eight— So laugh--right now! Quick! before it’s too late— For the Seniors will lick you for taking our score. And then your laugh’s over forever more. The final game which decides the championship will be played be­ tween the Sophomores and Juniors, but at a date when it will be too late to write up the outcome in our paper. At any rate we know it wi be a dandy game. A cup has been put up by a Senior and therefore the Seniors feel morally obliged to win. Last returns from the baseball game—the Sophomores won t e cup, with a score of 16 to 12. Tennis and the weather has Tennis has proved as popular as ever this year been most favorable for tournaments. A number of matches h ^ played off already, but the finals will come off at a a be entered in the paper. We are very sorry for this, but it « avoidable. . . Thi<; has Next year we are going to have a cement te^ms ' and also been made possible by the money raised by the graduating class by the money raised at the school bazaar. �DELPHIC 56 7 OloGtfujmes MARRIAGES: Faith Newton, ’19, to Lieutenant Harold Roberts, U. S. Marine Corp. Elizabeth Swank to Harold Ransome. Thyra St. Clair, ’21, to Alfred Newman. Phelina Bartlett to Frank Tedford. Margaret Cook to J. L. Wilcox. BIRTHS: To Mr. and Mrs. Walter McMonies (Willetha Ritter, ’23) a son, Warren Anthony, March 10, 1925. ENGAGEMENTS: Mary Helen Spaulding, T9, to Harry Clair. Margaret Johnson to Augustine Frances. MISCELLANEOUS: Idelle Egbert, attending the University of Oregon, is now a Pi Beta Phi. Mrs. Harold Ransome ( Elizabeth Swank) visited the boarding depart­ ment Sunday afternoon, January 11, 1925. Hylah Fraley, 20, is doing Social Service work in Portland in con­ nection with the Child Welfare Bureau. Mrs. Harold Roberts (Faith Newton, T9) visited the school on her way to Wallace, Idaho. Mrs. George Weldin (Helen Ballard, T8) visited the school with her baby boy, in April. The two children of Mrs. Wade (Lucile Brown, T7) were baptized in the school chapel. The school wishes to Pay tribute to the memory of Mrs. Slattery (rlorence Pangle), who attended school as a little girl in the primary department, and later in the academic department. She was obliged to leave before graduation because of delicate health. She was greatly loved by the girls at school, and was baptized and confirmed in the school chapel. She died at the Wilcox Memorial Hospital a few hours after the death of her baby son. The friends of Phihppa Sherman, '22, were interested in seeing her AnP°ei?e °W‘,' P"nted in the Oregon Alumnae Paper. Anne Wentworth 23 Hazelmary Price, '23, Hylah Fraley, ’20, Vir­ ginia Pittock, 22, Idelle Egbert, and Dorothy Mielke,. ’24, were recent visitors at the Hall. ^QueeTof iSr" (SuZanne Caswe11’ ’20) has just been chosen �DELPHIC 57 January 6—Found us all back, ready to take up our lessons where we left them before vacation (December 19-January 6). And each girl with the idea of upholding the standard of the school in doing as splendidly in her work for the remainder of the year as she did the first of the year. January 15-24—During this space of time, wonderful class spirit was shown in our athletics, for the class games in basketball were being played off. The final game was won by our noble successors, the Juniors. January 16—The Seniors held a candy sale, and as the “Hall Girls” have a tooth for sweets, the sale was a success. January 21—The Glee Club held its annual concert, which was a great success: the only “flat" not appreciated by all the audience was an accident, which happened in the back of the room. January 26-30—Exams! Oh, how we worried! Aren’t teachers just too unmerciful for words? February 26-30—Exams safely past, what next? More study of course, but the most talked of subject was our next event. February 7—Oh! the event looked forward to by those girls sixteen years of age or over, the Junior Prom. February 12—The Lincoln Medal was won by Edythe Hartley, and honorable mentions by Matilda Bowman and Betty Sewall. February 23—The brave patriots earned a holiday in which to celebrate Washington’s birthday. March 3—Much to the amazement of the day girls, the boarders carried the final honors of the season with a score of 18-10. Rah! Rah! Rah! Boarders! And their basketball team. �58 DELPHIC March 17—Doctor Clark gave a very interesting address in chapel. March 18_The Glee Club gave a short concert over the radio. March 27__The last day of the quarter, and again the banner was won by the Senior Class. Dean Bolton of Washington University visited the school. April 15—Senior Class Play. April 16—Sister Superior invited all the Seniors to dinner. April 17—The girls were given a long Easter vacation to recuperate and get their hearts back to normal after the strain the love scene in the play put upon them. May 1—The Seniors held a lunch sale at recess, which increased the sum in the strong box, by some twenty-six or twenty-seven dollars. The Delphic must go to press! What will the Kalendar do? It can only put down the dates that have been set ahead of time, for the remainder of the year. May 8—The Senior class is invited to Reed College for “Reed Day.” May 14—Junior-Senior luncheon at the Waverley Country Club. May 16—The Senior class is invited to a tea given by the Alumnae Association. May 19—Tennis Tournament. As far as we can tell now the finals will be between Helen Aldesperger and Zelah Bartholomew for beginners, Edythe Hartley and Mary Alice Meyer for Juniors, and Catherine Martin and Peggy Cannon for Seniors. The tournament is to be followed by a picnic super-dance given by the “New Girls” for the “Old Girls.” May 23—Matilda Bowman has asked her classmates to spend the after­ noon of this date at her home. May 25-29—Exams. May 30 Oh! What a date! On this day the school honors are to be given out. First and second testimonials, school letters, and medals, and prizes won by the girls who were competitors in out-side com­ petitions. This is to be followed by the Senior tea. May 31—Baccalaureate Sermon and Luncheon. June 1—Senior Prom. June 2 Senior breakfast and final rehearsal. Then comes commence­ ment, and, after we are graduates, we are to spend the remainder of the evening at Mayanna Sargent’s before taking our last farewalls. �DELPHIC Junior Prom—The Junior Prom was given at the Portland Heights Club on the evening of February the seventh. The rooms were artisti­ cally decorated hy the seniors, in pastel shades of crepe paper, and pussy willows. Punch was served and later in the evening refreshments. We are all hoping that our other Proms in the future will be as successful. Singing Over the Radio—“Station K. G. W., Portland, Oregon. Good evening, Radio friends. I have the pleasure of introducing the St. Helen’s Hall Glee Club in a short concert this evening. The club is under the direction of Mrs. Mabel Hall Smith. The first selection wi be the Alma Mater.” ,, That was over. Mr. Haller had said the fatal words: the cruel world was waiting. Not to dispute grammar, but to us there in that small room the world was an abstract noun. In fact too abstract for comfort. There we stood in that small, mysterious and deathly quiet room, thirty-seven of us, with thirty-seven pairs of weakened knees to hold us UP- That was when the micraphone must have broadcasted heart ea s as well as words. Ah, the song had started! We knew that because we saw each other’s mouths moving, and heard suppressed and flat tones floating forth �60 DELPHIC to the world. Louder and louder we sang. Flatter and flatter the sounds were. The first song was over. No applause—no encouraging glances from friends in the audience--nothing—merely determination. But everything went off well after the first ordeal. The last song—then again the announcing, “this concludes the pro­ gram of the St. Helen’s Hall Glee Club.” Thus finished our first radio program. The Senior Play" On Wednesday, April fifteenth, at the Women’s Clubhouse, the Seniors presented an original dramatization of “Silas Marner.” Promptly at eight-fifteen, the curtain rose before a most enthusiastic audience; and “the play was on”—on to the end without a break. This is the first time a class has presented a play written by itself. The play was coached by Miss Greathouse, who was assisted by Miss Wilson. All the members of the cast deserve great credit, for each and every one portrayed her part well. The play was preceded by a sale of flowers, candy and needlework of various kinds. This was presided over by members of the other classes. A musical program between the acts was furnished by Bernice Congleton, Beverly Roberts and Matilda Bowman. For this, which was in keeping with the atmosphere of the play; and for the music off stage during the New Year’s Ball, thanks are due to Miss Harding. Our thanks are due, also, to others for our success: first and chiefly to Olds, Wortman and King, whose generosity made possible the splendid settings; and to the chairman of various committees, who are as follows: Stage Manager—Evelyn Meyer. Scenery—Marjorie Pittock. Costumes—Celeste Proctor. Tickets—Lillian Bennett. Programs—Donna Magnuson. Usher—Darrel Torrey. The cast (in order of appearance) : Godfrey Cass ...................... Dunstan Cass ...................... * Silas Marner .............................. Eppie ................................" Priscilla Lammeter ................... ’ Mrs. Osgood ............................ ’ Nancy Lammeter........................ Dr. Kimble ............................... Squire Cass ...................... . Mrs. Kimble .............................."' ’ Mr. Lammeter ...........................’ Jane ................................... . . . Aaron ......................................... Mrs. Winthrop ............................ ’ ’* Catherine Martin Cecilie Applegath Gwendolyn Hall Velma Payne Irene Mackay Katharine Mayhew Betty Sewall Edythe Hartley Mayanna Sargent Lilias Peltier Analene Cohen Dorothy Mautz Edythe Hartley Elbertine Adams �DELPHIC 61 On the sixteenth of April, Sister Superior invited the Senior Class to dinner, There was a huge table in the dining room, that stretched practically from one end of the room to the other. We were told that it was just like that for the Senior breakfast; and we were surprised, having never attended a senior breakfast before. At any rate we all enjoyed the dinner immensly and felt very important because the boarders of other classes had to sit at small tables. During courses we sang school songs, among them the one beginning “A Bishop came to the Beaver state,” which we decided we liked the best. After dinner we had a glorious time dancing, and the boarders’ orchestra played a few selections for us—not as many as we would have liked (they seemed a trifle exclusive). When the bell rang for study hour for the boarders we had one last dance and then departed, having had an altogether enjoyable evening. Several of the most momentous occasions have as not as yet hap­ pened, so we cannot describe them thoroughly before the Delphic goes to press. . , First there is the Junior Senior luncheon which will be given on Thursday, May 14th at the Waverly Country Club. We all know that we are going to have a wonderful time and are looking forward to it expectantly. . , . . Then the new girls have invited all the old girls to attend a picnic supper and dance on May 19th. This will take place after t e ina s o the tennis tournament have been played. . . • ■t, Of course everyone is looking forward to the emor rom a From the plans we hear going on the Juniors will act as hostesses. about it now it is bound to be a success. _ nf ComAnd finally there is the Senior breakfast on the morn mg of C°m Our President is even now searching frantically tor mencement Day. frame her speech for the occasion. words of wisdom with which to Calendar, 1924-1925 First quarter ends November 7th (9 weeks less one day). Thanksgiving holidays, November 26th to 3Uth. Christmas vacation, December 19th to Ja^uaD^ ^ay\ Second quarter ends January 23rd (9 weeks less Y>Mid-year exams, January 26th to 30th. Second term begins February 2nd. Washington’s birthday, February 2 n , Third quarter ends March 27th ^(8 wee Easter vacation, April 17th to 2/th. Fourth quarter ends May 22nd (8 weeks). Final exams, May 25th to 29th. Commencement, June 2nd. �DELPHIC et<< iQw * V The Delphic is pleased to acknowledge the following exchanges: The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. Saint Katherine’s Wheel, Saint Katherine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. The Rosemary Question Mark, Rosemary Hall, Greenwich, Conn. The Blue Pencil, Walnut Hill School Natick, Mass. The Columbiad, Columbia University, Portland, Ore. The Olympus, Olympia High School, Olympia, Wash. The Blue Print, Katherine Branson School, Ross, Cal. Pen Points, St. Nicholas School, Seattle, Wash. The Academia—As usual, your literary department is very fine. We find “The Impossible Pudding’’ and “Magic Music” especially clever and original. Saint Katherine’s Wheel—Your magazine could be improved by the An addition of a few cuts; your literary department is excellent. Unselfish Gift” and “Ann Belmont” are particularly interesting stories. Rosemary Question Mark—The arrangement of your magazine is extremely good, but your literary department would be more interesting if it had a few more short stories. “An Imaginary Meeting of Dr. John­ son’s Club” is very well done. The Blue Pencil—We are always glad to receive your magazine. It has so much “pep,” that one feels the atmosphere of your school throughout it. The Blue Print—Your magazine is exceedingly well organized. A few more cuts would add to the interest, although those you have are very good. Your literary column is fine; your poetry is especially en­ joyable. Deserving mention are your poems, “Progress,” “Twilight, “Midnight” and “Morning.” Pen Points—We are glad to receive your paper. This is the first time we have had it in our column, and we are looking forward to your next issue. Your literary department is especially good and although your cuts are few in number, they are excellent. Your poetry also is commendable. 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C The girl who not only keeps within her allowance but manages to save a part of it, too, has a pleasure worth much more than that derived from spending all of her money. Let us loan you a Liberty Bell Bank which will help make your account grow here at the— UNITED STATES NATIONAL Jhe, United Slates National Bank, Sl^th and Starlo “One of the Northwest's Great Banks” PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �—1 - . 1 - ■ < / ■ ; ■' P ■ . kI . M ■ ' ' P :: • ' ' S ; � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic 1925 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1925. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1925 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic1925-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/ebbb062bd1fab04e2622deca5b4dd98e.pdf 4510b2e589eafcb6ab0d36ff1ec986b8 PDF Text Text rs SKBC3S*—'‘ ■■-:• ■ '■"■.'-CT5l5i»>.-. i . <-a -- 1 (swas? :r.~V-:i- �msmmmEssg& ‘*7i: - • E ■wj'.r ■»»?*••.;><■»>’• !»oh*T''>« -: -c“i sasoas •jSiVifffWER " ��I �Srlyhir ^taff Edilor-in-Chief Edna Ellen Bell Literary Editor Roberta Douty Assistant Herary Editor Elizabeth Bradley K ale ndar Old Girl Notes (Mary Ray Fraley JRutn Wonacott Catherine West Art (Isabel Johnson |Mildred Vaughan Exchanges (Isabel Schetky \ Henrietta Wkite Athletics Susabetii Bruce Business Managers - (Katherine Hart lIrene Brix Advertising Managers (Dorothy Mielke ^Virginia Fenton �•41 CONTENTS Page Class of 1924. . 5-10 Editorials 11-15 Class History The Ideal Girl of the Class of 1924. Class Will Class Prophecy A Categorical Story The Midnight Watch > The City of Dreams, The Last Cabollero Three Up and One to Go. And Thieves Are Not What They Seem, Acquiring An Artistic Temperament. On Writing a Description, The Art of Conversation...., Cramming for Examinations. Athletics Old Girl Notes Kalendar Exchanges Fun Column Advertisements 47-56 �SMBS'1. <•*> '• ! pr;i vl ! i f tH •_.t S3i t ■ d . ' i J fiq * l Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Musi ness Manager. i {C Subscription, $1.00 a year. --- ~i I / VOL. 2 COMMENCEMENT, 1924 NO. 6 S3 t»e* i ■ ; /:! [CT:! II; [rr--* I i i �& ROBERTA DOUTY Glee Club President Senior Class Literary Editor Delphic “She bore a mind lhal envy could not but call fair” IRENE BRIX President Senior Council Vice President Senior Class Glee Club Delphic Staff “And those about her shall read the perfect ways of honor” CATHERINE WEST Secretary-Treasurer of Class Glee Club Delphic Staff “Signs of nobleness like stars shall shine on all deservers” ) KATHARINE HART Glee Club Delphic Staff "Her words do show her zvil incomparable’11 ANNIE ELLEN LaMOREE Glee Club “Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thou­ sand harms and lengthens life” EDNA ELLEN BELL Editor-in-Chief Delphic Glee Club “A maid of grace and majesty complete” ■ >* �Ok �r : r< �than many others our innermost thoughts. Like other classes and like other girls we went through our first three years of high school with practically no cares. We laughed, played, and sang away that time with few thoughts for the morrow. We worked, yes, or we would not have finished those three years. But can such work ever these "some” be the “true daughters of St. Helen’s?” I doubt it. Work compare with that done during our last year? Perhaps for some. But can during this time was work for ourselves, but now in our last year it is “non nobis solum.” It is hard to realize that such a marked change can occur in so short a time, but it does. At the very end of our third year we begin ■ ' �..v . t- * ; \ 12 \ • i -i V ! M i i ;-U.1 ! Oihr ©ratnrial CErnttral rj w&i 1 * ggj irr-1 ——; . j -i . U ] • S i> i ;t li x r to realize that the following will be different, but how? It is hard to ex­ plain just how because one feels it inwardly and such feelings are hard to express. While we were still struggling toward that final goal, we looked up to the mighty Seniors as beings on an entirely different plane. They towered above us all, and although we feared them, at the same time we admired them and longed for the day when we might attain that same high pedestal and shine forth as Seniors. The day arrived, and we have now accomplished our ambition. How hard it is not to waver! How hard it is to keep to the straight and narrow path ! Duties are thrust upon us that take all the joy out of being a shining light These responsibilities arc not just our own, but are those of the school in general, and therefore of the classes and of the girls to follow us. And when we have accomplished our problems, which indeed are many, what satisfaction it is to know that it is well done. What satisfaction then it is, to be on our high pedestal, conspicuous, shining lights, examples to be fol­ lowed by the younger girls. Not until then can we say with perfectly free consciences that we arc striving for others and not for ourselves alone; and not until then do we realize that even after attaining the Senior goal, there is yet that more perfect goal: to work for others, and to be an example for others to follow. What better motto is there then than “Non Nobis Solum,” not for ourselves alone ? i- I- **rsLum.J T HE Constitution of the United States! What thrills such an utterance should awake in the heart of any true, red-blooded American. It means to citizens of the United States, the embodiment of all that unites these forty-eight states; the life of the American nation, which has stood the test of time; and all that upholds justice in this land of the free. Such a statement as made above should indeed demand an explanation. Many people know little of our government, except that it has a Congress and a President, and few realize the power, the strength and the greatness of the Constitution of the United States. Thus Martin Wade, a staunch upholder of our government, felt a desire to spread the knowledge of our government foundation, and from this thought came the act, and thus com­ menced the Oratorical Contests. School pupils knew little of this precious document and its resources, so Mr. Wade conceived the idea of spreading his thought through them. So, throughout the entire United States, students studied, thought, and read numerous books pertaining to any of’ six sub­ jects, each regarding the Constitution, although certain men, such as Lincoln, and Washington, might be used, together with the study of the Constitution! Indeed yes, studies were neglected and grades lowered, but how much good did this brief study on their country’s government do them? How hard they worked, taking notes, weary trips to the library on a day when the out- �S * l p 1) i r 13 doors tempted one, studying, planning and finally composing WORK—but also a pleasure. Finally, when all the orations were completed, that is written and memorized, they were given, The whole contest was merely a process of elimination. Judges presiding at each contest and orations counting fifty per cent for the oration and fifty per cent on the delivery. The eliminations started first in the class rooms. So that the readers may have a clearer picture of the process, I shall take their school, St. Helen’s Hall, as an ex­ ample. Each English class chose three representatives who prepared their orations and gave them for their own classes, the class acting as judge and choosing the most worthy orator. From this, each representative from the class met together and with eminent men as judges presiding, was chosen the school representative. This was a scene of great rejoicing. How hard the chosen member must work, improving yet more her oration and studying harder on the manner of her delivery. But before the next finals, which were those of the private schools, came the awarding of the medals. This was an exciting event. Two of the orators gave their speeches, and Bishop Sumner presented each one with a prize, which was a beautiful bronze medal, and a certificate of merit. Conflicting emotions no doubt filled the orator’s heart then—nervousness and fear, yet happiness and the flush of success. Each person who competed was awarded a certificate of merit. In the meantime, the public schools were going through the same process and their final was held before the private school final. It was interesting, so very interesting, and any interested spectator felt the thrill and emotions that must be playing in each orator’s heart. Everyone of the speeches fired each person present to be more patriotic citizens. At the end all awaited eagerly the decision of the judges, and a boy, a splendid speaker, was de­ clared the winner and awarded twenty-five dollars. The second prize winner won fifteen dollars, while the third obtained ten. Again we turn to the private school finals. Excitement, and a tense spirit prevaded the Hall. Each person in turn drew a number by chance, no one knowing when he should speak and all sitting on the stage, facing the audience. The experience gave one self-control and poise, but oh, the ner­ vousness, the fear of faltering in one’s speech, and the relief when it was over. A girl was declared the winner in the final, obtaining twenty-five dol­ lars and the right to compete in the state finals. The second prize winner, who tied with the winner on the first ballot of the judges, was presented with fifteen dollars, while the third winner a splendid speaker, received ten dol­ lars. Throughout the entire United States these contests were being con­ ducted. Thus for Southern Washington and Oregon came representatives from nine zones, each one having survived the foregoing eliminations. Crowds thronged to the state finals, and it thrilled a listener even more to hear the wonderful messages given by these youthful orators. A boy was awarded the prize of two hundred and fifty dollars with traveling expenses paid to and from Los Angeles—a prize indeed worthy of merit. This young orator will represent the Pacific Coast in the finals held at Los Angeles, May 16, �r~ ■SS*** r * ■ ! 14 \ U: 4:\ A ! 1 u: .. m 0 * I J1 I) t r 1924, and all the Pacific Coast hopes to hear that their speaker shall win out so that he may compete at Washington, D. C, in June, before the President of the United Stales, it will surely be an honor. But although all the speak­ ers could not survive the eliminations because they were not gifted as much as others, yet they can feel that the effort was not lost, for they know more of the government of their United States, its strength and durability, their rights and privileges, and the history of the greatest country in the world. The contest has spread a wonderful influence, not only among students, but among parents and thousands of others, who now feel more keenly alive to the thrill and the meaning of the words—“The Constitution of the United States”—and its great possibilities not only for the present generation, but for all that may follow. ; • tlilir ©mum Srluml Hill I ' WBR’ii . L-i DECISION of national importance has recently been handed down by . . tIl,c l "'te(1 Slales district Court in Oregon which is of special interest to mends of _t, Helen’s Hall. There was enacted under the initiative in 1922, a bill for the amendment of our compulsory education law making it necessary for every child between the ages of eight and sixteen years, unless ic had completed the eight primary grades to attend the public schools. * '-\«-n went so far as to proclaim failure or negligence to send a u ' o t e puohc school, a misdemeanor, and to make each day’s absence a seperate offense. Under these provisions the attendance of St. Helen's Hall would have been vcry materially decreased. But further concern over the matter is institution ti unncccssaO ^or two private schools, one a Roman Gitnolic institution, the other a mthtary school for boys, brought suit against the stale to enjoin it from enforcing the law. A decision has j'ust been rendered, favorable to the private schools. that the i i °l)"1'on- Judge Wolverton announced schools of their‘constiTutfonar"1"1 US aulhority in del)riving the Private ; state will doubtless carry the ^ tCaCh the grammar grades. The final adjudication, but in as much as th ^ .Un.,t.ed ,States Supreme Court for that in a case whirl? i , ,aS 11C pnnciPle in the case is the same as ndentiye^cVumf’thTde-r * ^ a year ago, we conof our District Court will be confirmed. i -■•i : S3 I y-. '.-j f £3 'r---- (EnntPstH ^ ’V: • year we have lried°for "the°^Col^Tn1 ^ ,S° many co,uests- Every This year, we were asked to ont ,°nia Dau&hter’s Medal, but that was all. work, especially on the Seniors ^ iree °thers‘ Of course, it has been hard even though we don’t win R ^ ^1° ai”f prefsed for time as it is, but to enter, P endid thing, not only for the student, but 1 ■ . �B r l ji ii i r for the school. We hope that next year there will be the same contests to enter, so that we may try again for the prize. One of these contests was that held by the Illinois Watch Co., of Spwngficld, 111. This company offered a beautiful bronze medal to the student who wrote the best essay on Lincoln. Only one medal was given to each city and much to our delight, the medal for Portland was won by one of our own Seniors, Mildred Vaughan, who had competed against the other high schools of Portland. Another contest that we entered was that sponsored by the National Chemical Society of America. The six winners of the national prize receive a scholarship to either Vassar or Yale. There were also $20 gold pieces awarded to the different states. In our school, only the science classes entered. Although we received no honors, next year, with more fervour we will try again. The third contest was the Oratorical Contest, which was sponsored by The Portland Telegram, and has been written of elsewhere. The last one is the Colonial Daughters’ essay contest. This year, the three subjects which we were to choose from were, “The Mayflower Compact,’ “Washington’s Farewell Address,” and "Magna Charta.” For the previous four years we have won a medal and we hope to do the same again. �B j? i p 1? i r lijistury of tI|F (Hlass at 1024 HE highway of knowledge has been trod by many feet in attempting to climb its arduous heights. Some reach the eminence by plodding along slowly and deliberately ; others start out running are soon too tired to continue and drop by the way to rest and some reach the heights by diligent steady work. Four years ago, a group of girls started together on this steep and narrow highway in a common search for the State of Perfect Understand­ ing. In passing through the City of Personal Experience, they found that they had much to learn for they were young, irresponsible, timid, and afraid of the world outside their vision, believing trouble and responsibility to be only for other people. The road was rocky; the scenery often brown and depressing and the girls were very discouraged for they found that to reach their goal they not only had to pass through the awful Swamp of Books, but also to climb the mountain of Personal Responsibility. For a year they drifted on the stream of indifference and floundered in the slough of In­ decision. Then before them they saw the spires of the city called Organiza­ tion After many efforts they finally reached its gales They entered and found that now, before they went further on their way they must find a leader to help them. As their main guide they chose Nina de Pcncier. Roberta Douty, who had been traveling along the road for five years before tlie other climbers commenced their journey, was assistant guide and Edith Bain was holder of the common purse and recorder of events. They found the road smoother and travelling easier with someone to lead them and to show them the less difficult paths. The travellers were then numerous, but many were weakened by the long marches, and dropped out. 1 here were some, however, that kept on. Edna Ellen Bell, Elizabeth Bradley, Elsie Colvin, Virginia Fenton, Mary Ray Fraley, Annie Ellen LaMoree, Mildred Vaughan, Dorothy Mielke, Catherine West and the three leaders of the company travelled on to the second year of the pilgri­ mage in spite of the rocky road and the many difficulties which arose. Then after a sojourn of several months in the land of Summer Vacation, the travelers7 afa,n resumed their 'vay refreshed with renewed vigor for they had been joiner y another pilgrim, Susabeth Bruce. The road was smoother and the travelers found pleasure in plodding along over the hills and through the vales, the third year of their journey was less difficult and they reached the solid.. ground in ^lc Swamp of Books. They found the passage was not so penous as they had thought and they began to laugh at the difficulties that encumbered them. Four worthy travelers joined them — Ruth Wonacott, Isobel Johnson, Katherine Hart, and Florence Volstorff. The main guide and the worthy holder of the the nilfrrime ^TT” T™ became wearied at the slow mode of travel that them to he S at' f P* different »ad' which they believe would get hTthel T V UnderstandinS s°oner. The band regretted this, T ■ , ; 1 i- i i. -cr-Ji vfeq ' 1 : ! sa ■vvl waiting to take mrtheTespon^nititr degree f°r there We''C °the‘'S rheKuaidttCa,thf’iClewaS raiSCd t0 leader and Irene Brix was made assistant gu.de, Cathenne West was chosen unanimously as holder of the purse and soon proved to all, that their trust had been rightly placed. �’iw3r« j/ • I [ 3 e l p 1} i r r: 17 At the end of their third year of travel, they passed through the bypath of pleasure which was easier and made their passage more enjoyable. They stopped several places along the way, once for the Junior-Senior Luncheon, the Commencement Exercises with Baccalaureate Sermon, and the Senior Prom. On this path they came in closer contact with some other travelers who had had a years start. When they resumed their way on the main highway, they found them­ selves on the last lapse of their long and tedious journey. They were joined at the beginning of that year by Isabel Schetky, who had traveled the same paths for a number of years, but had just doubled her pace to catch them. It was a changed group that took up their packs and resumed their journey to reach the State of Perfect Understanding, then in sight. They were competent, tireless and older in all their ways, and they started out to reach, with success, the top of the Mountain of Personal Responsibility where the state which they sought was to be found. The duties that came were different from any they had met before on their way, but each one that they met, they passed without difficulty. Until at last after four beautiful years of traveling in the valleys and over the mountain tops, through green trees and over the rocks, they reached the end of their long journey only to find there was more to be attained by continuing on to a higher plane. The Heights of a College Education : ;• rl EL'- I. QJlir Jitral (Strl nf thr (Class nf 1924 When these Seniors Of St. Helen’s Hall Do leave us soon For good and all. We’ll remember each Not by her name But by the thing Which won her fame. Isobcl Johnson for her refinement. Isabel Schctky for her smile. Catherine West for her domesticity. Susabeth Bruce for her figure. Virginia Fenton for her ideals. Katharine Hart for her poise. RobertaDouty for her personality. Annie Ellen La Moree for her sense of humor. Ruth Wonacott for her scholarship. Elizabeth Bradley for her gentle disposition. Mary Ray Fraley for her readiness to oblige. Edna Ellen Bell for her sportsmanship. Mildred Vaughan for her industry. Irene Brix for her voice. Elsie Colvin for her agreeable disposition. Dorothy Mielke for her artistic talents. Florence Volstorff for her athletic ability. * ... - i ri r II- U 1:1 !£■ IT, . �1 )i 18 °*rr- 0 r l p 1) t r r (Elaas Will 3 d ■ VVY L, the class ol 1924, of St. Helen’s Hall, considering the uncertainty of this transitory life, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby, individually and collectively, make, publish, and declare this to be our last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former Wills by us made: Firstly: We direct that our memory shall be cherished, loved and hon­ ored with proper regard for our exalted position in life and the fame we have brought the school. s ei Secondly: We direct that our executors hereinafter named, as soon as they have sufficient maturity of mind and courage of heart, console our friends left in the school and carry out our requests: Thirdly: We give and bequeath to the School that wonderful array of shining lights known as the Junior Class who think themselves gems because they are set in their ways. Also all English Essays, treatises, pamphlets and Burkes speech on Conciliation with America” we give, devise and bequeath, sgV and convey directly to the Juniors. Fourthly : To the Sophomore Class we bequeath all Latin, such as gram­ mar, composition. Caesar, and Cicero, together with our sympathy and good . will. i Fifthly: We individually bequeath as follows: I, Mildred Vaughan, leave my timidity and girlish blushes to Mar­ jorie Mariner. r . I. Edna Ellen Bell, do hereby leave my stately dignity to Blanche Lichty, knowing that it will become her greatly. j Sfirrj §1 m' r:■ . 1, Isabel Schetkv, do bequeath to any nightingale, my beautiful singing voice. l Irene Brix, leave my presidency of the Senior Council to Catherine Martin, knowing that she will be well adapted to the position. I, Isobel Johnson, will allow anyone who so desires the privilege to assume my throne as “Queen of Dimples.” T, Elizabeth Bradley, leave my unempeachable integrity to whoever may feel herself sliding from grace. I, Ruth Wonacott, leave my mathematical ability to Cecily Applegath. I, Annie-Ellen La Moree, do bequeath to Bernice Congleton my unfailing source of good nature, as she will need it to carry her through Senior trials. i �3 e l p 1) i r I, Roberta Douty, leave my graceful posture while on my equestrian steed to Mayanna Sargent. I, Dorothy Mielke, do gracefully bestow upon Lilias Peltier my artistic temperament. I fg 1, Catherine West, leave to Mary Louise Coulter my quiet, sim­ ple, modest, unassuming ways, with a hope that she will find them useful. m & I, Susabeth Bruce, with my colleague, Elsie Colvin, bequeath my love for “tripping the light fantastic” to Marie Haines and Doris Wade. m. I, Florence Volstorff, bequeath to the unfortunate one, Marjorie Pittock, my physics notebook. I, Katharine Hart, the modern Shakespeare, wish to bestow upon Muriel Barde my elevating manner, knowing that she needs it badly. I, Virginia Fenton, wish to leave to each member of the Fresh­ man Class my everlasting smile and the art of a perpetual con­ versationalist. I, Mary Ray Fraley, leave my obliging nature to Henrictte White, hoping she will profit by the samc. : (Signed) (Approved) Edna Ellen Bell Roberta Douty Elizabeth Bradley i I 0V f-\-l m r r-v ' < m ■f- •5 B B j H as M a I ■ m i i 1 �t 0 r l ji 1) t r 20 -. (EUtas ^ropltpry ;V'- §PJI ! .74 1— j 'tl £3 Lr-'-i a m2 i 43£3 iJJ . ; 3; WJ -1 £3 . ' ' "C OR many days I bad been exploring the ruins of Ancient Greece, the Acro•F polis at Athens, and various cities and temples throughout the land. At last I had come to the age-old city of Delphi and was investigating the ruins of the famous temple of Apollo, which once had served as a treasure-house of worldly goods given in the service of the gods. I wandered about, imag­ ining the place in its old glory; the beautiful temple, the fields where the Pythian games were held, the Oracle, and the priests and priestesses. Stories of consultations with the Oracle kept running through my head; I thought of Giaucus and how the Oracle had told him it was as bad to have tempted the god as it would have been to have done the evil deed; I thought of Croesus and how the Oracle had warned him of the destruction of a great empire should he attack the Persians, and 1 remembered that, in truth, his own great empire had been destroyed, not Persia. Before me rose up the great and beautiful temple built in the prime of Greek civilization. 1 entered between the tall Greek columns, aweinspired by the beauty ol it. and by the sense of the mystic which pervaded the atmosphere. The beautiful white m-rble gleamed in the half-light of the late afternoon, and every one of the perfect statues seemed alive, a diety beckoning me within. As in a dream. I walked on, and found myself before the dazzling golden statue of the Pythian Apollo. Silent I stood, and then a happy thought entered my head. “Why should not 1 consult the Delphic Oracle and learn of all the girls for whom I had been feeling so lonesome, and about whom 1 had been wondering constantly during my travels. 1 hurried on to the center of the temple where there was a deep, hollow cavern with a narrow entrance which exuded a strange, intoxicating vapor, Coming toward me was a priestess who explained that she was the Pythia through whom Apollo gave his divine messages. When I told what I de­ sired, she said that I might have a consultation in return for fifty cows, four­ teen golden goblets, one purple robe, a sewing machine, and a stick of pep­ permint candy. “Thou must attend closely,” said the Pythia as she ordered the tripod to be brought and placed over the crevice, “for we close promptly at the ringing of the first bell at half after five, and even now it waxeth nigh unto that hour. She ascended the tripod, and as the heavy, pungent odors enveloped her, she passed into a divine frenzy “Attend ye!” warned the August Presence.' “I tell of that which is, has een and sha 1 be. I clarify the past, elucidate the present, and prophecy the future. I tell now of the maidens graduating from St. Helen's Hall in the year 1924. • u , .? Icaves fT th;EachTeis S are those on whom you ponder. ards iLrPwi°Wn W?' and ,CaCh 'S 3 lrue claughter of the ideals and stand­ ards impressed upon her in her youthful school days Many are the fields in which they serve, and now shall I tell you of each of them.” -+&tm �r 32&&lE2£^Zsa*~e*-x. ZJ B33 S * l ji If 11 £ 21 The Realm of Literature has called one of your number, Isabel Schetky, whose contributions to the world of writing, have been great, as well as original. Aesop, from across the Styx, must envy his rival writer of fables, who has put before the world, in her clever moralistic tales, great, over­ powering truths of which people have hitherto been ignorant. Those who adopt these noble maxims, so forcefully illustrated in her practical tales, can­ not help but have the purest and noblest lives ahead of them. Hearken unto these illustrious proverbs, so universal in their application: “It’s a long road that spoils the broth”, “A rolling stone has no turning”; Too many cooks wait for no man”; “Don’t count your chickens that wear a crown”; “All work and no play killed a cat”;; One swallow docs not flock together.” Isabel has benefitted the whole world by these noble writings, and surely deserved the Di Lemna prize, awarded her last year, for the worst book of the year. Mary Ray Fraley has become a great singer and composer, in spite of all obstacles, having overcome her voice. "That Schoolgirl Complexion,” in B natural, and “Two-In-One,” a song in which her talent shines, are among the most popular of her compositions. Catherine West has been serving in the field of science and has pro­ duced many remarkable inventions for humanity’s betterment. She has pro­ duced the popular delicacy which is such a favorite item on every fashionable menu—the blue and gold radish. A great boon to the student is the day which Catherine has evolved, containing enough hours to devote to each sub­ ject the length of time considered necessary by the teacher. Irene Brix has become a great legislator, and has just achieved the pin­ nacle of fame for two great measures she is even now introducing. One is a remarkable traffic law, which should relieve congestion in every city; it states that when two vehicles approach each other, each should stop until the other has passed. Her other measure is to promote international peace, and has gained a just amount of praise in all the civilized nations. As soon as there is another war, Irene will call upon each soldier in the service, convince him of the error of war, and then direct him to his home. All she needs is an opportunity to demonstrate her practical theories. Virginia Fenton is a great club woman, and has promoted many new societies. She is chief advisor for the Mu Kau Mu, and a member of the Board of Directors of Eta Bita Pi. She has put herself into every one, and consequently has to stand twice to make a shadow. Mildred Vaughan is a great reformer; in this capacity, her naturally aggressive nature has been a great help. She has revised the classics so that any high school student can translate Caesar, Virgil, Herodotus, Plato, Burke, or the jokes in Puck with little difficulty. It is a noble calling to pave the pathway of learning for those who follow in our footsteps, but this revision of the classics is a reform that has been needed ever since the introduction of popular education. Mildred is now in the South Sea Islands, selling lamps to the natives as lights to their intellectual darkness. Roberta Douty has gone into the advertising field and edits a “threetimes-daily” want-ad newspaper which is circulated to all corners of the globe. A few extracts from this great medium will show its beneficial nature: “For Wife ' �/ SI '! *?5 , 523 t i f S3 &■} ■V i S3 1 h ' S3 r h ■ i 52 m cwsb.-i L m 22 i e 1 ft 1) i r caie: One brand new, second-hand automobile; has four wheels, rear seat, ermine steering gear and axle; many conveniences seldom found; top bottom, inside 'outside and brake." "Wanted : Room for two young men, 20 feet long and 50 feet wide " “Trade: One good Saturday night date for ditto Friday n 8 Dorothy Meilkc has become a splendid commercial artist for one of our large'firms Her artistic tasks arc to paint stripes on zebras; put seeds in rasp­ berries- pin leaves on trees and sharpen blades of grass. The advance of this day over that of a generation ago is proved by such forward steps in commcrcial practices, Dorothy is working hard on some labor-saving devices; she always was good at saving labor, , . . . Hand-in-hand with the commercial artist is working the utilitarian, Elsie Colvin, who supplies our fundamental needs — blacksmithing, dressmaking and piano-tuning. She is now working on a size three shoe to fit a size seven foot. If she can accomplish this, all civilization will recognize her for her great worth — the saviour of women’s vanity. Elizabeth Bradley is now known as the Sly Slcuthcss, for she has achieved very creditable results as a detective, It is said that if she but has the name, description and present location of a criminal, with the help of a mere taxi and a trilling cohort of policeman, she can trace and capture the most elusive malefactor, She has also deduced the formula for curly hair and donated it to mankind. Katharine Hart and Annie Ellen La Morce really did carry out their promises to be old maids, You may find them in a charming white cottage on Long Island; a cottage with iis quaint old-fashioned garden and wistaria climbing over the doorway. Katharine is a philanthropist, and has done much charitable work. She is responsible for the establishment of moving picture theatres for the blind, the management of concerts for the deaf, and the establishment of a pet hospital, where especial attention is paid to teachers pets. Annie Ellen is an agriculturalist. She can be hired at a reasonable rate to dig up peas, beans, cucumbers and the like, in order to determine whether or not they have sprouted. She is especially clever at locating cut-worms, which she trains as household pets, for which there is a great popular demand at present Susabeth Bruce is a very busy person, as she serves a variety of occupateions She sorts holes in a doughnut factory, and runs a dyeing and cleaning establishment in connection with her modern undertaking parlors, In her spare time* she puts the ham in hammers. Isobel Johnson, following her earlier tendencies, has become a great athlete. I know7 you will not be surprised at this, for outdoor sports was always her long run. She has won the bean-bag contest at the Olympic games, which is a great credit to her early training. It is rumored that she has completed the walking tour from Fifth and Morrison to Sixth and Alder streets, but this is only rumor, and sounds improbable. Florence Volstorff edits a query department for one of the newspapers with great success. She can inform you through her column on how to keep peas on your knife; how to make money; what time to have five o’clock tea, and what to serve; where you would be if you stood behind yourself, and what other metals besides china arc under the ground. i I �£1 ? I p 1} i r 23 Ruth Wonacott has achieved distinction through designing millinery. She has several charming models to her credit. There is one fetching hat for picnicing, decorated with alternate layers of cream, brick cheese, postage stamps and bonbons. Another model for those contemplating a sojourn to the desert, is a little tub-shaped affair, which is all embracing; it may be worn upside down, wrong side out, or wrong side before, with equal charm and comfort. The trimming is detachable and is a perfect dream, as well as being most practical, for it may be used as a washcloth, toothbrush, or water canteen. Edna Ellen has been editor of the Pacific Monthly for a number of years. She has proved most efficient, and keeps the whole organization running very smoothly — so smoothly, in fact, that that worthy periodical is issued twice a month, in order to keep the staff sufficiently busy. “All these have b. and the voice of the Oracle gradually died away as a bell rang. The Pythia abruptly rushed over and said that since it was five-thirty, the propheteer could tell no more that day, and swiftly she ran into the interior of the temple. 1 started to follow, but the temple melted away in thin air, with its statues and treasures, and 1 dreamily realized that I was but standing by a rocky crevice in the side of the mountain, and that I must return quickly to my friends. My sadness at the disappearance of the fanciful temple, was lost in my delight at hearing of the girls from St. Helen’s Hall, and I knew that the glories of the past, even though faded away, enriched our present, and I was happy, lost amid old associations and friendships that Time can never drive away. Ideli.e Egbert. ^2 m 55 1 Im 8 m . �r •; A ... i r l p Ij i r 24 (3 ' ! :~ ;... . j ..I a .11 Wil J LITERARY , ■' A (Eatrynnral Isdurij -••J . {• ' 1 --'•i m r- s I- J m n B •K & h "Music hath charms to sooth the savage breast.” This may be true allegorically but not categorically, especially when the aforesaid savage is trying to make up about three nights sleep in one to the tune of “Fortv-ninc Cats Sitting On a Fence.” Have you ever been awakened in the dead of night, from a sound sleep, or worse still, in the middle of an extremely interesting dream, by an unearthly howl from the regions of the back yard? You wonder sleepily whether the entire household is being murdered outright, or whether it is only the fire-engine going by. You decide that if it is the former you had better descend by the fire-escape immediately, if you wish to save your life, but on second thought you conclude that it might be wiser not to venture one hundred and fifty pounds out on so unsafe a structure. Tf it should be a fire, you think it might be a good idea to determine its whereabouts, in case it is your own humble shelter ablaze, in which event, the fire-escape would be inevitable. While you are still undecided as to the proper course of action to be pursued under these circumstances, and are trying to summon up the neces­ sary courage required to quit your warm bed and cross the cold floor to the still colder haven of the window curtains where you may look for the steal­ thy form of the murderer or the bright glare of the fire, another and more unearthly yell breaks the quiet of the night. Indeed, so unearthly is it that you at once decide your bed is a very nice place in which to remain. As yet your sleep-befogged brain has not fully comprehended the identity of the disturber of the peace. Then you hear some one in the next room getting out of bed, and you perceive that your first theory is entirely wrong. Nevertheless, when you hear the window go up, you congratulate yourself on the fact that your second theory is correct if your first is not, and are just I �I w 53 e l p 1) i r f 25 opening your lips to inquire where the fire is, what place is burning, and if it is a very bad conflagration, when there comes to your ears the sound of some hard object, probably a boot, hitting the back fence. Pop! Your sec­ ond theory has gone to pieces. Then the window goes down, and you hear the bed creak as its owner once more prepares to slumber. You turn over, pull the covers up higher, and do likewise. But you forget that the missile your neighbor directed at the invisible foe hit the fence instead of the said foe. If you arc labouring under the delusion that the enemy has gone for good you are soon undeceived. Yeow—ow—ow! Again and yet again it pierces your dreams. In desperation you remember the smooth round stones you brought triumphantly home only that night for your Chinese lily to rest in. You leap from your downy couch, and, regardless of cold floors, start across the room to get the stones, trusting to your intimate knowledge of the whereabouts of each particular piece of furniture not to stub your toe. However, in the course of your wild journey across the interminable space you come to the conclusion that you are not as wise as you thought you were, and vow that the first thing you will do, when you have time, will be to move about half the furniture into the basement. Needless to say, you never find yourself equal to parting with any of it, and thus it remains, But, to return, you are positive you put the stones on the small table by the window. On at length arriving there, minus no small amount of skin from the various portions of your anatomy, the result of coming into violent contact with nearly every inanimate object in the room, you are unable to locate your weapons. Desperately you grope your way to the light switch, falling over something which feels suspiciously like the object of your search, After a prolonged hunt for the switch you at last find it, and when the light is on, observe the missing projectiles scattered about the floor. By this time, the cal’s chorus together with your anything but noisless search, has awakened the whole household. They inquire, from the refuge of their respective doorways, if the feline symphony is not sufficient music (?) without their being forced to listen to a midnight circus parade. You acidly reply that you are trying to find something with which to stop the scranaders' once and for all, as no one else seems capable of doing it, and much ruffled in spirit, put out the light, and once more wend your perilous way through the maze of chairs and tables to the window to open fire. Your first shot goes far astray, as does your second and third. Muttering maledictions on the heads of all the cats for the next three generations, you take careful aim, and realizing that this, your fourth and last shot, must tell, you fire. Alas, your shot tells only too well! Crash! Tinkle! Your next door neighbor’s kitchen window breaks into a thousand pieces. The cats flv. At last the enemy is routed! You stand for a moment looking at vour handiwork, while from the hall comes a chorus of ‘I told you so’s.’ Realizing that the longer you stay there the more liable you are to be caught, you crawl into bed disgusted with everything and everybody, and vowing eternal enmity to the entire feline species, until at last you fall asleep to dream of a score or more of cats chasing you down the street hurling pieces of glass and stones at you, and crying exultantly, “I told you so!” Isabel Schetky, ’24. �; s. f ‘ 26 ) f. 3 V : S3 . I v -- : -j r.'~ : 0 r l p Ij i r GIlj? iHiiungljt IMatrlj 1 It was nine o’clock at Deaclman’s Hollow, and wc were all gathered around the camp fire telling ghosts stories, Deadman’s Hollow was the finest place in the world for ghost stories with the ocean on one side and the great high cliffs on the others with tiny springlcts noisily dropping over the sides. I had been given the midnight watch and therefore every one envied me. After the ghost stories were exhaustd, we crawled into our sleeping bags, and I can’t describe the rest for I can’t remember what happened after that, but I do know that in the middle of the night I was hauled out of bed and informed by the last watch, that it was my turn My! but it’s cold, I grunted while putting on my shoes. I stumbled over to the fire and sat down then I got up and put some more wood on the fire. Sitting down again T studied my watch thirty-five minutes more. My! how loud the ocean sounded and those springlcts certainly sounded grusome. Oh! but it was dark; why you could hardly sec the stars. One of the ghost stories popped into my head. 1 tried not to think of it. Heavens, what was that? If that didn’t look like a face over there on that rock two big, glary, white eyes and a huge white nose. Well there wasn't any need of looking at it, I turned my back, a glance informed me that it was still there. Oh, I wish I hadn’t seen it. Just twelve o’clock, well it was over now and 1 can go back to bed, I called the next watch and crawled in. What a relief. Hope she sees it too and suffers like 1 did. ihe Whistle Already? Oh yes, that face! I’ll just take a look to see if it’s still there. Surreptitiously 1 raised myself on my elbow and looked. Yes, it was there, but what, a blow! Two white enamel drinking cups turned upside down and a small ivory mirror had been left on the rock and were the cause of it all. Well, at any rate, if I didn’t say anything nobody else would ever know, Betty Sewall, ’25. i 0hp (Ettvi nf Streams ■ ; ; grj r i ci ■ Far in the sky on a cloud above, There’s a quiet old city of Dreams. ’Tis all blooming with roses, Its perfume exposes. This wonderful city of Dreams. Its streets they are all cool and shady And birds call their lullaby songs. The children are singing And soft bells are ringing, This beautiful City of Dreams. And if one should tire of work and of play, Just take the first boat to the city. And when through with your pleasures Bring back all the treasures Back from the City of Dreams. Nancy Bonham, ’26. : * f / �B p l p 1? t r 27 Ulie IGast (Eahallmi f t' T^\ ON JUAN ESTUDILLO crept through the sinister darkness in tlie L-' shadow of the bulging walls and grim battlements of the Alhambra. From a narrow window, high in the tower of the Comares, the faint light of a candle flickcicd. It was a cadaverous light that might have as easily been suspected of glimmering from the rotten wood of an old coffin as from a tallow. The haunted ground on which lie trod and the crumbling walls were shrouded in grotesque darkness, and the ghastly glow, pale as a corpse’s face only enhanced the shades of night. At the ancient portal lie felt the soft, warm breath of a horse, as he passed in front of its head, and lie knew it was the black marc of Francisco loral, the “Wolf of the Mills.” Don Juan was no coward, but the place had cast its ominous spell upon him, and he welcomed the momentary nearness of the animal, for it is at such a time that a horse seems the very personifi­ cation of life. He entered the cool, echoing halls and groped his way up the resounding stairs. His very footsteps seemed to send forth a malicious foreboding, but the pride and honor of his fathers burned in the heart of the young don, and he made his way toward the wan light with a kind of sad felicity. He was going to pay the debt of an Estudillo, to make sure of the honor of his name, at least in the eyes of mortal men. As he entered the small room where Toral was awaiting him, the tall, handsome outcast rose to meet him, “You arc late, Estudillo, did you not think that it might be unpleasant for me to wait in a haunted castle ?” he said, laying his trimmed pistol on the marred table. Don Juan laughed uneasily. Whatever the world said of Toral, it had to own that there was no fear of man or devil in his heart. “That you arc late is of no consequence; we still have time to spare,” he added, motioning Estudillo to the loophole. The moon had risen and in its straggling beams, two fantom-like beings, carrying something heavy, were threading the narrow path of the mountain. “Look!” whispered Toral, as if half afraid of his own voice. “Look!” Don Juan looked. As they immerged into the open space, the moon that rolled through the heavens, revealed the palid face of a corpse. Involuntarily Estudillo shrank back from the casement. “You are afraid,” sneered Francisco. “No — I thought for a moment of------” “You thought perhaps of Maria? “Yes,” he confessed, “I thought of Maria ” “It is the only way to save your honor, yours and hers; and if you break your oath now, I’ll drag the name of Estudillo through the dust.” “I am still a gentleman,” answered the other. They watched at the window for the return of the pallbearers. After an hour, they saw them coming down the trail. Their voices rose on the clear air and floated to the tower. It was evident that they were arguing. �:■ •i i p l p 1) t r 28 i f' • r ;■ ■ • i. ' '. • f 1 : V £3 • i ;- : m 1 «<«*••• i 0 L0 m rv: i : “Not a large funeral ” remarked Toral, “only two. Young Roberto’s one of them.” "Yes,” said Estudillo, "the old man was his uncle.” "He left him nothing, or very little, and willed that his gold be buried with him.” f "Is there no danger of Roberto’s return. "He may return, but that is no danger,” answered Toral. "Robbery is enough for one night; may heaven keep us from murder.” “So be it.” With that, both men. armed with shovels, wended their way along the corridors and out into the night, They saddled the horse, untied her and led her up the precipitous steep. At the newly made grave, they stopped. Francisco lit and held a candle, sheltering it with his hand. "Work quickly,” lie whispered to Don Juan. The loose earth yielded, and fell with gruesome thuds beside the grave. The breeze blew out the tallow. There was a resisting sound, a scrape, as the shovel struck the coffin lid. “I’ll give you a lift,” said Francisco, bending, and together they raised the casket. A little later the black mare, her saddle-bags heavy with gold, followed her master along the narrow pass, At the gate of the Alhambra, she was relieved of her burden and a light again gleamed from the tower of the Comarcs. "We have finished our work.” “Yes,” murmured Don Juan, as he stood at the loop-hole and gazed out over the plain, "There is a light in our house; it must be that Maria waits my return.” “We have finished our work,” repeated Toral, "and we may well speak of Maria. Juan, she has graced your household long enough, and as you are now the head of the house, in fact, you arc the last caballero of the Estudillos; but to return to what T was saying: it is you who will give Maria’s hand in marriage — that is what I ask.” “You!” said Don Juan in calm scorn; but turning from the window: "You —the ‘Wolf of the Hills,’ an outcast — ask for the hand of the cousin of Don Juan Estudillo?” “I do; she loves; but, perhaps I give you news.” “No,” answered Juan; "I have suspected it; it seems that you are not hard to love, but what you wish can never be. I refuse.” “Refuse and all Spain shall know how an Estudillo pays his debts.” "Say one more word and you die, Toral.” "There is an old prophecy,” continued Francisco, in sneering indifference, “that the last Caballero of the Estudillos shall die by the hand of a Mendez. Because of a time-worn feud, an Estudillo brought disgrace upon a Mendez. Your father accused a man of a crime that he never committed, and drove him from the graves of his ancestors, and now, behold the son of that man — behold Don Francisco Mendez!” Then, in the Comares, after thirty long years, the age-old enmity burst . 0: i �.-?c.• ' •• • • r. - -.1- r-n.:. - • fea^sgg^^snS-:- -fW c\ r; !• •r ’ 0 r X p li \ r r l L.:r: 29 forth and the swords of Mendez and Estudillo crossed again for the honor of their names. The first pale streak of dawn broke across the sky, when Don Juan lurched forward, staggered, and with his sword in his stiffening' hand, fell across the stolen gold. ■ Francisco looked down on his destruction. On the dead man’s cursed treasure lay another corpse. He reeled to the window to feel the cool air and saw below him, in the shadow of the Alhambra, the home of the man he had killed, and he wondered if behind its staunch walls, Maria still waited for her cousin or her lover. Could he face her now? He looked down on his marc, She, contentedly grazing in the rosy glow of morning, unconscious of the horror in which she had done her part. He cast a last look over the scene before him. “O, Maria!” he sighed; ‘‘1 leave you to Roberto, he is more worthy than either of us.” And with that he turned back into the room, pushed the door till its hinges shrieked, and barred it. For a moment a wave of self-pity came over him — and then disgust. He raised the blade, wet with the blood of Don Juan’s heart, and plunged it into his own. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. y : ! ■ I ■ ' L : Ulljm Mp mb ©nr tn ©n 4 r 1 IMMY was going out. It was evident from the faultless part of the curly J red hair that Mother fondly called “auburn,” and whose curliness, 14-yearold Jimmy hated, to the unusual shine on his shoes. 1 say unusual, because it was only Wednesday night, and Jimmy refused, in spite of everything, to shine his shoes more than once a week Therefore, when he came into the kitchen where his mother and his 12-year-old sister, Anne, were doing the supper dishes, his mother looked at him, and in a rather surprised voice, asked where he was going. “Oh, down to the movie with some of the fellows,” replied Jimmy, getting rather red. . , , , , “He isn’t, either!” cut in Anne quickly, who, with that keen observation, found only in younger sisters, had at once seen the hair and the shoes, “he’s going to see Molly Evans.’ . “You just wait till I catch Billy Barnes around here, miss — 1 11 fix you then" said Jimmy, threateningly, as he banged the back door behind him; but Anne only wrinkled up her nose at his retreating back and laughed. _ However, Jimmy was going to see Molly, though how h.s sister found it out he could not imagine. When he reached the Evans he stood for a moment, wondering whether to ring the bell or run but he finally plucked Mrs. Evans came to the door; she was smiling slightly, up courage and rang, and when she saw Jimmy, her ; mile. broadened “Come right in, Jimmy!” she said pleasantly. He followed her down the hall to the sitting-room where he could hear Mr. Evans and his brother talking. Jimmy was wondering what he should a : Iss? : r" ■ K‘ ID m f--J h;] J •' 5J i ■B m I ! £4 m m �52^;:. i P l 30 Dr1 ji It t r '■>! m V •' f ’ ... ' * f i - , *■3 m r:r : say, now that he was here. For the life of him he coulcl think of nothing but the time-worn phrase: “It’s a nice day”—and that hardly seemed ap­ propriate. He was still wondering when they reached the doorway, and Jimmy saw something that sent even that out of his head. There on the couch before the fire, his brown head close to Molly’s short black curls, as they bent together over an open book, was — Ted Brown! Ted Brown, the handsomest boy and the best dancer in the Freshman class. Jimmy, who had long envied him, his prowess in the noble art of “tripping the light fantastic,” now felt that he could willingly — nay, cheerfully — slay him on the spot_ if it were possible. Molly looked up, smiling. “Hullo, Jimmy!” she said. 'Hr ah—go-good morning!” stammered Jimmy, gelling more red and uncomfortable every minute. “Bit early for that, isn’t it?” asked Mr. Evans, with a broad smile. ^ ^ guess so; that is—I—er—don’t know!” returned poor Jimmy, wish­ ing that he had run away, instead of ringing the bell. But Molly look pity on him. “Sit down here and see if you can help us,” she said. Jimmy sat down on the edge of the couch beside her. “What is it?” he inquired, “Algebra — oh, yes; I think 1 can. Let me sec it a minute.” led gave up the book with a sigh; he never could do algebra anyway; ' . shc d only askcd 1,1111 to he,P her with her history, he could have beaten Jimmy to pieces. Oh, well, that was the way with girls — they never did what you wanted ’em to. Might as well go. He rose to leave. Molly and Jimmy, completely engrossed in their algebra, laidly noticed him get up. However, when he turned to say good-night Molly rose to go to the door with him. "f° l0,lg’ Ted’” fid JinimM genially - feeling that as he had the best of •led, he could afford to be genial. . "S°,l0nf J!mmy” ~ tllen l>ausi"e in the doorway: “I suppose you won’t thought ,C° t0m°rrOW mghC hc remarked. brightening visibly at the Horrors! The Freshman dance! Jimmy had entirely forgotten it. He felt a cold chill go down his back, Then a thought struck him. Should he risk it? He decided he would anyway. Yes,” he relied, lightly — though die cold chills by this time were running up and down his spine in the most alarming manner. “Yes, Molly and I are going!” Ted stared “Molly and you! But you haven’t even asked her yet'" said, a,;: threw alUi'ng to escort Ted to the door. Isabel Schetky, '24. K �less place than near it. Ihe trouble had started with the foolish talc of a mere boy, who said that he “seen real human eyes, now, mind’ja, a’ peepin’ out o’ that there second story winder in the middle of the night.” What the boy happened to be doing in the outskirts of the village at midnight, and how the human eyes were so visible as to gleam through the darkness, was not inquired into. But while the mayor and the township scoffed, the mayor and the township secretly resolved to leave that house in peace. It had become the “haunted house” of the neighborhood, a veritable home for ghosts in their old age. Then came the Frenchman. He was a dashing, handsome young officer by the name of Monsieur Roudcc, and when he heard of the haunted house, he had a good laugh over it. In vain did the entire population of Grants Junction reason with him; in vain did the most daring exaggerate upon the horrors of seeing eyes at second-story windows. Still was the Frenchman firm in his jocular view of the matter, and still did he maintain that he was going to explore the house. On this gruesome expedition he was desirous of having company — not that he objected in the least to going alone (ha, ha! oh, no — indeed!), but he just thought that it might be well to have some­ one to talk to. At this old Farmer Jones winked slyly at old Farmer Williams, and Susan Green informed Jemima Brown that “that dandyish young feller warn’t all he was cracked up t’ be.” Having thus delivered itself of its opinion, Grants Junction withdrew from the scene of action, leaving the Frenchman to fight his own battle with the haunted house. But he was not quite alone. The discussion that evening had taken place in Mahoney’s hardware store, and, seated on a big tin box in the corner, was Mahoney’s son, Archibald, commonly called “Prunes.” “Prunes” had become attached to the young officer, and basked in the light of his presence whenever he had a chance. Now he rose solemnly. Monsieur Roudcc was gazing in abject silence out of the window, and he strode up to him: “Say, mister,” he drawled, crumpling his red hair exstatically, “111 go wid ye to the ha’nted house.” The Frenchman turned. He could not resist the appeal of two grinning rows of teeth, set into a mass of freckles. “Oh, you will, will you?” he said. “Well, then, sir, come on.” The small boy wavered. Fie had not expected this sudden turning of the tables, but he had promised to go. He looked up; the grin on his face somewhat diminished. “A—right,” he said; “it’s a go.” And so they set off. The haunted house stood about a quarter of a mile outside of the village, and it did not take long to reach it. When they arrived, Monsieur stopped to take a casual survey of the place before entering. It was ideal, he decided, for haunting purposes. Black and bleak stood the trees around it, and black �[&;i 1 m : r t :• . m ■ ; a • ‘ ’ ■ > - «j 33i -••I S’ =3 ;— Ml m. m 32 i p l p 1] i r and bleak stood the house itself. There were a good many windows, secondstory and otherwise, and also a good many shutters, which, after the fashion of shutters in haunted houses, creaked and slammed continually. All this the Frenchman took in at a glance, and seemed satisfied. “Prunes” was having difficulties, for prior to the arrival of Monsieur Roudee, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not have inveigled him into that house. Now he was beginning to feel that even the company of the distinguished personage at his side was not quite enough compensation for the cold feeling that was running up and down his back. “Well, boy, shall we go in?” inquired Monsieur, kindly. “Y—y-yes, s—s-sir,” mumured "Prunes.” And in they went. Of all the houses in the neighborhood to explore at night, they could not have found a worse one. The place had been built in the days when it was fashionable to come into one’s parlor along a winding stair, and from there to traverse more winding stairs in one’s attempt to get somewhere. The Frenchman had modern ideas of architecture, and believed in stairs that ran straight up to the roof, so lie wished very vehemently, on entering, for a lantern. “Prunes” was inwardly wishing that there were electric lights, but he did not say so. Thus they proceeded up the first stairway. Midway to the lop, on a landing, the Frenchman paused; the hand that grasped “Prune’s” hand, shook a little. Before them, a silvery and shiny expanse of something like water glimmered along the wall, with a dark blotch in the middle of it. Roudee summoned all his courage and crept to it slowly — “Prunes” cringing against the banister the while. Suddenly, the officer laughed hyster­ ically, Its — it’s a broken mirror!” he explained (he felt very much ashamed). At the top of the first stairway was a hall, leading to the second and third stairways. It was a very long, dark hall, and they proceeded warily. It was ridiculous to have set off in that impetous fashion without a light, thought the Frenchman, but not for the world would he have turned back. Suddenly he collided with a slimp and slippery something, which clattered disconcertingly. “0—o—oooh!” ejaculated “Prunes.” Again Roudee sum­ moned all his courage, and put out his hand. Plorrors of horrors! He pushed it into another hand cold and clammy. He shivered involuntarily, and what would have happened next is doubtful, if the moon had not come from behind a cloud, and revealed the suit of armor which stood with one hand en o c mg that of the officer. If it had been daylight, Monsieur would have een seen to redden deeply. Really, this sort of thing was not only mortify­ ing - it was positively annoying. He pushed “Prunes” forward, and said If Vr1", <T.°Sf l^at ^iey wouFl go on. His companion was, by this time, ce in me o queer, as he would have expressed it, had he dared to speak, and he clutched the officer desperately. Having mounted the n-.cc-.rr • • second stirway, they found themselves in a little tTTV1?0 tW0 Iarge rooms> one Of which they entered. Oh, ehostlv chn (K eholcl! Scattered about the room were dozens of white ghostly shapes, which stood fearfully still. “Prunes” uttered a pitiful howl. i �K' ,v*’ -•-''-' ‘;j-iM wmas -•?::• fcrs !& B e l p 1) t r I 33 Roudee, drawn down by an irresistible impulse, walked stiffly to the nearest appreciation and touched it’s arm hesitatingly. It seemed to be in a sitting posture, and suddenly a gleam of intelligence flashed upon his troubled mind. In a frenzy he tore off the white covering, and saw — an old-fashioned arm chair! Under his breath, he uttered an ejaculation which was not meant for the boy’s innocent young ears, and left the room. There was very little furniture and they began to breathe more easily. But suddenly “Prunes” backed up against the wall. “L-o-o-k!” he whispered hoarsely. Monsieur looked and behold, to his infinite terror, that a man with a raised club was standing on the other side of the room. Of course it was a ghost, for it was white all over. The Frenchman was in a cold perspiration, but he stalked up to the figure. “S—s-sir!” he whispered meekly, “what d—do y—you want here?" No answer. “Sir!" he exclaimed again, his terror increasing, “who are you? Wh—what do you want ? Oh. answer me — please! 1 shall die; l—oh !” The moon had again come to the rescue, and the ghost was a piece of Roman statuary "Prunes” and the officer turned and lied, Up to the topmost floor of the house they ran, and plunged into a low-ccilingcd room at the right. Now the plaster on that ceiling was rather unstable, and at the shock oc­ casioned by their entrance, it showed its resentment by descending in a body upon the heads of the fugitives. "Oh!” gasped the Frenchman, extricating himself from the ruins; and again he uttered the ejaculation which was not meant for the boy s innocent young ears. “Prunes” was more dead than alive. He had thought the mirror episode almost funny; had been able to tolerate the suit of armour and the chairs, and had been merely scared out of his wits by the Roman with his club. But the sudden arrival of a lot of plaster upon him was too much, for he was very tired, very hungry, and very much disgusted with the house in general. At this point, he and Monsieur Roudee would probably have gone straight down the stairways and out the door, with never a care for ghosts of any description, had not a very strange and terrifying thing happened. A pair of eyes — brilliantly green eyes — peered out upon them, coming nearer and nearer in the darkness. A strange hissing sound accompanied them. Roudee grasped “Prunes” by the hair and dragged him to the nearest window. There was a porch-roof below, and from that, it would be easy to slide to the ground. He tore the curtain convulsively, secured it, and releasing the hair of his victim, forced him to descend. Fie then started to go down himself, but his frail rope broke so he landed on the roof with a great deal of noise. This brought the eyes to the open window, and the appearance of the eyes brought the two paralyzed explorers to the ground anc, up at the attic window, a cat looked down upon the flight of the intruders upon Archibald Mahoney, commonly called “Prunes, did not appear ,n the Mahoney’s hardware store the next day. A very dejected Frenchman, who looked as if he had had a bad night, sneaked m behmd the usual crowd of Grants Junction’s inhabitants. It was plain that he was trymg to escape [ ■ r .■ m. i— 11 r ■ I i B 1: lie Eg I® £1 !■- if 7-~: :2s . - : :• —• • I _ l ftr. S'] �Z-li iVSHM -■ , J 26 -. 0 r 1 p 1? i r ! f; pri :« 3 notice, so, of course, everyone noticed him. After a few minutes of silence. ATr. Mahoney stepped forth : “Well, sir,” said he, sneeringly, “how d’ye get along on that leetlc ex­ pedition of yours to the ha’ntcd house last night? D’ye sec any ghosts, or eyes — eh?” Ain id humiliating elbow nudgings and whisperings, Monsieur Roudee faced them bravely. “Mr, Mahoney,” he said, “I—I really think your son can tell you all about it.” And with that he strode out of Mahoney’s hardware store — out of Grant Junction — and was never heard of more. And the haunted house still stands in lonely solitude, with the moaning trees around it. And over the house there prowls a green-eyed monster who hisses in endless scorn at the self-satisfied little town of Grants Junction. Charlotte Allen, ’27. Tj ri Ari]uiring An Artintir (Urmyeraumit .3 W-rq I m ; : -i 1 iSSi ! m.. t ! -'A -i s a |b*J for­ NE DAY, when I was about five years old, I was left alone to decide the greatest problem of what to do. I had watched my grandfather paint many times; so, in the course of many mental detours, the thought came to me that this might be the inheritage of the youngest child — myself. About this time, 1 noted with interest, the arrival of some wicker furni­ ture for our summer home. 1 was dreadfully disappointed in it, for it looked to me a dirty white, but it was, in reality, ivory. My vivid young imagination had pictured it as some bright color, with flowers and designs, as one sees in pictures. As 1 turned away from the furniture in disgust, my eyes lit on a can of red paint. “Oh!” was my enraptured exclamation, I became intensely excited as I began to see the possibilities — perhaps for a work of art, who knows? s ter had secured all the necessary brushes and equipment for my task, egan to work out a design of oddly-shaped scrolls, which seemed to suit my artistic taste. I had labored unceasingly and uninterrupted for an hour. Having surveyed my work with a critical eye, and finding all to my satislon, c ecic ed to exhibit my work. I brought my mother down to see it, and an “Oh!” came to my ears. To my surprise, no great burst of enthusiasm followed. What did follow Ss Hkei mySelf’ 10 telK ^°h ad* li e a rd h a tF t H aIs"1 o t her O ing that f-h’ ° g° t.ir°ugh’ so 1 bore my troubles silently and patiently, knowart After « "1* JUSt °nC tlie many sacrifices I would have to make for art. After working a whole hour to acquire an artistic temperament, surely i would not let a mere scolding and a threatened hour in a closet deprive me of a future such- as I now had before me. Darrel Torrv, '25- �gg< ' '.... B r l p 1] i r 27 j";/.---•»! r -•- SS < (©n iSritutg a Spsrriptum r\F COURSE, all descriptions must begin like this: “The day was bright ^ and sunny; the sky was very blue.” Then, of course, you must tell about the flock of crows perched in the poplar in the yard (it must be a tall poplar and a very noisy flock of crows), After that comes the house, which is weather-beaten and worn (all stories have farm houses in them that are weather-beaten and worn—capital “H” to houses), and the flock of chickens in the yard (and remember, not to use the word “flock” again), which (always) are clucking contentedly. And the morning glories, trailing up over the porch (don't forget the morning glories — they’re really very important). Then, the aim simply — simply must—go down in order to picture the cow lowing at the pasture-gate, and the sad-faced milkmaid, coming to let “him” in (prob­ ably it would be better to say “let ‘her’ in,” but I’m not sure, so I’ll let it be). Then the sun is down completely. And twilight is nigh at hand. Then the milkmaid (don’t repeat “sad-” faced” again), comes down the winding path, with her brimming pail of foamy milk (all brimming pails of milk are foamy). When this is finished, add a few commas and stick in a few paragraphs — 1 mean indent the beginning (or the end, l don’t know which) of a few (say five) sentences, and lo! you have a modern description. i. .-•• p-- ~~- g F* iHrvs hV.. LUA !• MS :ps& !;SS Kathryn Hahn, Uiljp Art nf (Ilmun'rsatinn w HAT would wc do without the weather as a topic of conversation? It is the one thing about which everyone knows something and can say a few words, or as many as needed, to fill in the gaps, It is of universal interest and always has variety. It affects us mentally, morally, physically and materially. The vegetable man remarks sagely and scientifically Da rain, he maka da croppa gooda for da froota.” Lady Whoosis. to whom wc have just been introduced at the reception in her honor, draws upon her sparkling intelligence, sung in newspaper and in magazine, and murmurs sweet nothings about the charming weather wc have in our delightful little city. 1 he post­ man, speaking from forty-two years’ experience, informs us., in a way that would put the Encyclopedia Britanica to shame: This here s the ummest winter in thirty-nine years, exceptin’ the Blizzard Winter!” I he book agent and the would-be wit, astounds us with the clever thrust, A ice, fine, ^rSc morning!” The reigning Duchess in the hosiery department deigns to advise us: “Little sleep was enjoyed by all present last night on account of the wind raising merry murder.” , .. I think if I were about to rescue a drowning man, wont ia\c operations in order to learn first his ideas about our old friend and enemy, Weather. Idelle Egbert, P. G. f itea ill II §§ m jl jj->. I.: w,i!m i:£w2f 1 * Si : i L. �| ' T| m 36 1 e l p l)t r : * (' i-i fc:: * ■total. ■* r - 1 f !Jgj t. U: v i •-Siiv.'i 1 Ell e ■ ■ , m a r22 r-4 (Cramming fnr lExaminatimts SUNDAY — I have been counting the clays of real school, and even the hours until the last, but then the examinations are so near at hand. That is the most awful time of all, as my exams count so much, and if I do not pass them, I will have to do my work all over again this summer. If I should fail, all my hard work and sleepless nights would be in vain. Ah, me! MONDAY — Tomorrow is the first day of exams. My history comes then, and l had planned to go out this ev ening. I really think I ought to go, as 1 need some little recreation, or 1 "'ill not be able to get through this hard week at all — and 1 can study my history early in the morning. TUESDAY — Oh, dear! When I woke up this morning, the sun was just pouring in at my window, and when 1 looked at the clock I found it was tune for breakfast, and a hurried one at that, So my chance to study was gone. My last resort was to stay away from chapel and look over as much of my book as ] could, 1 got awfully mixed up trying to do it so fast. Why did 1 go out last night? 1 do hope Miss ----- noticed my haggard face and will understand how I have worried about that examination. WEDNESDAY—Mother asked me to go downtown with her for an hour today, but 1 could not go. for I had so much studying to do. I was working on anvwav SI t ^ to,”or,row* went in my place, so it was all right, • e iac.1 Just left when hrances came along in her car, and begged me thought H,^rtlJUSf a . a ndC With her‘ 1 had a terrible headache, and I tire ’wav out ^ ™ might do mc goocl- so 1 went, and we had a fiat just time for h*” 1C.Count^; ofl the Pavement, and did not get home until just time fot dinner, late. Why did I leave my algebra until the last minute? no, indced- for 1 tad open, of course - I oGt hokf_f 1 fi"al,y got there ~ the *>ndge was things . * were arjor,e’ made herI tell about a million ngs about about litemi literature, and they theand only things did me know, too! mother or father ever^found 2 ^ thlS niorninS. studying for French. If hard I have to work 1 ! ■ °,Ut ' maybe they would realize how over. My only chnnre fCCI tam y need a good rest now that exams are all consideration inv good ' -tmg tbrou^b *s that the teachers will take into counter this week." n entl°ns, and all the difficulties I have had to en- ; . Julia Bradley, ’25. i i m m ■ H I �Mary Alice Mcver defeated Geraldine Spence, 10-S, 6-3, and was presented with a cup. Jane Cullers, of the Juniors, defeated Helen Peters, and was presented with a cup, Catherine Martin, champion of the seniors for the last three years, again won the title by defeating Marjorie Mariner, 6-4, 7-5. The match was long and hard fought, and both girls descried credit for their brilliant playing. A cup was presented to Catherine Martin. The school cup was won by the Day-doubles, represented by Catherine Martin and Irene Mackay, who won from Boardcrs-doubles, represented by Marjorie Mariner and Beverley Rob­ erts, 6-4, 6-0, 6-4. > �jngTi.7wWrgg^ ■\ K c < ;i n ■ 55 « -ta I1 te,J cr; •WS bSr:: !T ! m . ■M ! .i IT'.'I £ '■■'l ■ : 'm Si: '• V;-:; • Engayemails — Annabel Bales, ’22, to Mr. David Cohen. The wedding is being planned for July 20. Marriages— Janice Parker, ’21, to Walter Holman. Sue 1 ruby, ’14, to James Crawford. Births— lo Mr. and Mrs. L. W. Jaunccy (Lucile Pfaff). a daughter, Billie Lou; April 27. 1924. lo Mr. and Mrs. George Mclwin (Helen Ballard, ’18), a son, George Carrol, Jr.; January 26, 1924. Miscellaneous— During the last few months we have had many alumnae visitors. Mrs. Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18), Mrs. Wade (Lucile Brown, T7), Mrs. Nathan Thomas (Harriet Walters, ’22), Charlotte Malboeuf, ’22, Muriel Withers, ’22, Hazelmary Price, ’23, Anne Wentworth, ’23, Lillian Luders, ’23, Helen Parker, ’22, Margaret Newbegin, ’23, and Plylah Fraley, ’20. Hazel 1-airservice, 21, expects to graduate from the University of Wash­ ington in June. Hylah Fraley, ’20, graduated from Mills this year after a very success­ ful college career. Jessie Smith, ’20, although she has left Reed and entered University of Washington, expects to return to Reed to graduate. Leah Rose, 22, has joined some of her Hall classmates at Mills. Mills. Alary Helen Saulding, '19, visited Frances Spaulding, '22, at Mills, a short time waslTp Je?"e’ ‘he baby tlau£Ilter of Mrs. D. L. Leonard (Hazel Haines, ’18). The t “ the Sch001 Chal>e>. March 25, 1924. assistanc^0 1,0° extenc^s to the entire Alumnae their deepest gratitude for the given by them in making the Glee Club Concert a success. �;-7. January S— The new term began and we welcomed about 20 new girls to school. January io— Isobel Johnson, Analcne Cohen, Beverley Roberts, Bernice Conglcton, Elizabeth Swank, Grace McKocwn, and Florence Volstorff chaperoned by Miss Olmstead enjoyed immensely the dancing of Pavlowa and her company. ■ January 17— Isobel Johnson, Ruth Wonacott and Miss Bassett were the guests of Henriette White at “Aida.” January 19— The Glee Club Concert was given in the Lincoln High Auditorium. About $290 was realized from the sale of the tickets. The Senior Class sold the most tickets. January 21-25— Mid-Year Examinations. January 31— The Junior Prom was held at the Portland Heights Club. Everyone had an enjoyable evening and the Juniors deserve a great deal of credit for the lovely decorations. February 5— A party, made up of Isobel Johnson, Ruth Wonacott, Mary Ray I laley, and Elizabeth Swank, heard Schumann Heink. School was dismissed at the end of the morning session, and a memorial service was held for the late President Wilson. February 12— Everyone assembled in the upper study hall, where appropriate exercises were held in memory of Abraham Lincoln. Mildred Vaughan and Ruth Wonacott read their ES55 riszi �S * l p 1? i r 40 to Mildred Vaughan as a reward for writing the best essay by any Senior in the Portland High Schools, February 22— Washington’s Birthday—holiday. March 1— The boarders held a dancing party with leap-year extras as'spccial feat­ ures. March 5— Ash Wednesday. March 21— End of the third quarter. The banner was won by the third Uppers, with an average of 89 per cent. My, haven’t we clever babies? March 27— The Senior Class was given ice cream and cake as a reward for selling the most tickets for the last Glee Club Concert. Roberta Douty received a pin for selling the greatest number of tickets. March 31— A half holiday was declared as a result of the Supreme Court Decision that the Oregon School Bill was unconstitutional. April 1— A Thanksgiving service by Bishop Sumner, was held at noon because of the Supreme Court decision. April 4— lhc preliminaries of the Oratorical Contest took place today. Five girls spoke and Idclle Egbert was given first place by the five judges. The Telegiam declared Idelle ineligible because she was a Post Graduate, and the choice fell upon Irene MacKay. April 9— I he Bishop awarded Certificates of Merit to all who participated in the 1 atorica Contest. Both Idelle Egbert and Trene MacKay gave their speeches. April 16— . lllc following day-pupils — Annie Ellen La Moree, Katharine Hart, Catherme" West, Dorothy Mielke, Maya nna Sargent, Betty Sewall, Catherine Martm, Katherine Hahn, and Nancy Chipman spent the night with the boarders. A special table uas arranged for the Seniors and after the evening study hall the Seniors entertained the other girls with a spread. April 17— ^ Maundy Thursday. The Bishop celebrated the Holy Encharist this mornApril iS— Good Friday recess. XT'] § m M �FC r "V EX: fes :■■:'•• 9 r l ;t 1| t r |i*SS 41 £5 ; April 20— All boarders were allowed to visit friends Easter Sunday afternoon and during the early hours of the evening. f.FXT April 21— The entire school attended the final contest of the Private Schools at the library. Irene MacKay was our representative and tied with the St. Mary’s Academy girl on the first and second ballots of the judges, but on the third ballot our representative was given second place X---T Miiv 9— Today the tennis finals were played. May to— Thrt Seniors were entertained by the Juniors at a very attractive lunch­ eon at rhe Waverly Country Club. The mothers of the Class Officers were guests a* the beautifully appointed tables. Mayanna Sargent, president of the Junior Class, presented Roberta Douty, president of the Senior Class, with an attractive basket of spring flowers. F,~ I ri“ ■ ff i_ >■;- ! . r.IF s i fix F: & May 17The boarders held an informal dancing party which was as usual a great success. CF.;f May 24— A memorable day for all Seniors, for on this day they were admitted as a body to the Alumnae Association. . May 2Q— Musicalc and Elementary French Play. May 30— Glee Club operetta, “The Japanese Girl.” May 31— French Play. June 1— The Bacchalaureate Sunday. The Bishop gave a sermon which touched the heart of every departing Senior. Luncheon was servec as iisua school. June 2— Plays of the lower school. June 2— The Senior Prom. June 3— Senior Breakfast. June 3— impressive and Commencement at Trinity Church. The service was \cry • though the saddest it still is and always shall be the most beautiful evenmg of the entire year. �F' f p ; •| I ' r ' ; , -' We arc pleased to acknowledge the following exchanges, but regret that all June issues will be received too late lor mention. 1 ■ i ■ i m The Satura, Si, John Baptist School, Ralston, N. J — A very interesting magazine, though the literary department is rather small, and an exchange department would add greatly to the interest of the readers. "The Coming of Dawn” in the December issue is a splendid piece of description, and the legendary poem. "Indian Pipe,” makes the little pale flower a symbol of peace to all who had not before known the legend. The editorials in the April issue are well worth reading. “What’s The Use of School?” voices everyone’s thoughts in the Spring. “Alice At the Mali Jongg Party,” is very cleverly done, and “The Lucky Penny,” good, though short. The Johannean, St. John’s School, Mountain Lakes, N. J.— An unusually clever number We congratulate you on your success in turning your magazine into poetry. Of the poetry in the Literary depare* ment ‘Enchantment” and “Stanzas from Lamartine’s Le Soir” are the best, while the Just In Fun” is the best of the departments as a whole. 1 Scroll, II ashinglon Seminary, Washington, Penn.— Both the February and the Junior numbers of The Scroll are excellent. In the February issue, the poems “For Annabel” and “Disillusionment” are clexerly done, and the author of the latter deserves special praise for the clever parody. The stories are all interesting, but the best is “The Secret of the Pine Tree.” The other departments are all well written. The “Hash” cepaitment is especially amusing in both numbers, particularly the letter of songs in the February issue. In the Junior number the whole Literary department is well organized and Pleasing. The poem “Greatness” holds a lesson which is of benefit to all, and “Moon Struck” conveys a warning to the participants of “midnight feeds.” The stories are all exceptionally good, especially “April Fool.” 1 he Blue Print, The Katharine Bransom School, San Rafael, Cal— excc ent number, full of good stories and poems. We commend cshe V . �■s -S',S' ''' MASS'S: iSCS-^Sl . - ">j:cs^- ■- sc:. S r l p 1) t r 43 pecially the poem “Geometry” as it also expresses our feelings on the subject. The other poems are also worthy of mention lhe story “Perseverance Wins Iiis Reward” is one of the best, while “Her Room” will appeal to all girls who have been in the same position, “The Moon’s Collection” is a pretty little fancy, and “Echoes From A Florist Shop” a good description. The Blue Pencil., Walnut I-Iill School, Natick, Mass.— One of the best of our exchanges this term. The editorials arc ones that all should read and note well. It is impossible to choose the best stories as they arc all equally good. Of the poems “Penalties of a Proctor” would possibly appeal the most to those who have had the same sad experience, and everyone would enjoy “During Mid-Year Week.” The sketches in the “Loose Leaves” department are clever and original, as arc the intelligence tests in the “Jokes” section. Tlie biographical sketches on the four modern poets arc in­ teresting and instructive. Our only criticism is your lack of comment on your exchanges. Aside from this, the whole magazine is splendidly gotten up, and much praise is due the staff on their success. The Colit m hi ad, Columbia L7nivcrsity, Portland, Ore.— The January number of The Columbiad is splendid. The stories are all deserving of praise, and the poetry is unusually good. The article on Lin­ coln is a concise, well written biography. The Easter number is filled with interesting stories, but the best is “Hero­ ism in Comedy” which shows what a man can do in the face of sorrow if lie has the necessary pluck. The poetry is witty and original. The Cardinal, Lincoln High School, Portland, Ore.— The Christmas number is splendid. “A Dissertation Upon the Club House Sandwich,” and an essay “Self Defense,” are unusually well written. 1 he stories and poems are also praisworthy, and special mention should be given “The C ontributor’s Club” for giving all the students a chance to sub­ mit work to the Cardinal St. Katharine’s Wheel, St. Katharine's School, Davenport, Iowa— This number has an unusually large and representative literary sec­ tion, and the stories are all well told. The most interesting is “Zoliffe Harsomerson.” “A shattered Dream,” is a lovely wistful little poem. The pri­ mary department has some promising material, and the whole magazine is intensely interesting. The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Ore.— The Easter number of this magazine holds some very interesting material, The poetry is both pretty and appropriate for the Easter number, The stories are excellent. “A Twilight Reverie” being the most enjoyable. The many essays are clever, and the magazine is extremely interesting. We also acknowledge the following exchanges: The Oregon Churchman The Olympus The Oregon Emerald �r kismets.?**. *r 7 ; l-r 1 te f 1 r: : * ■ ■ ten pm, -/ :.! H£j ■ iw -j i pi si ■ ! r issr-i •V.T- 1 m CAN YOU IMAGINE? Ruth Wonacott as an understudy to Pavlowa ? Nancy Carpenter as a school teacher? Dorothy Statter as an accompanist to Mary Garden? Virginia Zan winning a first testimonial ? Certain Sophomores sweet, simple and girlish ? Elizabeth Bradley a yell leader? Boistrous School proms ? The Seniors dignified? Class dues paid on time ? Lessons on the sofa? Matilda Bowman a physical education teacher? Marjorie Pittock a second Patrick Henry? Mary Ray Fraley as a French teacher? Quick and orderly fire drills? Delphic published on time? Catherine West as Annette Kellerman ? The Hall entering a track meet? Edna Ellen with her hair bobbed? =£3 EC3 OPAL WHITELY i . is in skool so 1 Sot two rite, what mi teecher calls, an essay on rat'/. is \ar\ good fur kaiz to eat that is if they have a big apetight, bot it I j. ei ^lrfe to° ^ a katz stumach. These anyimils is vary litel they ^ °J fCCt f° ] s'ss zay must has twety toes. I know they has long tales is p-mi °U?< p,cce a one ’n m* trapp other dae an it was long nuff. They desk VnrlT/ l-iey Skai.e people Preety bad i giss cause i put one in teechers one nrvo 1C.Jllmpecl nte on top of her desk O! yes, i fergit to say, they has one noze, to lze, and a squeek. ■ 5*1 £:] ;■; a C i : - 1 r Beneta Buchtell, 27. . •• r- y v.. �■'■'f-IS- [ ■■■■ ■■ ' '| ra 3 £ 1 p It i r m 45 “ENGLISH” K. Hahn—“So they got between the Indians and their arms.” Pretty close quarters we’d say. C. Martin—“Father and I were chasing a dog, and we got in the kennel” ■ N. Carpenter—“Cooper’s women are esipid.” Miss W—“Scott did not care for women as Cooper did. American.” f :S: Cooper was an ! J. Rosenblatt—“The dog who barked was little.” Miss W—“What part of that sentence can stand alone?” J. Rosenblatt—“The Dog.” I PC.l M. Mecklan—“We were having a snow ball fight, and as it grew dark some of them left.” (We knew snow-balls didn’t like heat, but didn’t know they were afraid of the dark) I : r P N. Chipntan—(Describing Jerry Cruncher) “His face was freckled with prom­ inent cheek bones.” L r^v Teacher—“What arc the principle parts of come?” English Student—“Come, came, went.” K. Hahn—“Hawkcye and Uncas used all the powder they had.” We knew Indians used paint but did the}'’ tone it down with powder? HISTORY K. Hart—“The Americans were such true shots that the English could not stand up.” PHYSICS What’s the definition of work? Fright Student—“The Delphic.” i ->— GEOMETRY Mrs. L.—“But Catherine, you haven’t given me any proof for this theorem. C- Martin—“Oh, was I supposed to? It said in the book ‘for the STUDENT to supply the proof.’ ” MISCELLANEOUS Miss Intellig cnce — “Will someone please tell me where the Lives of the Early Saints are?” Yes indeed, we are curious too! ,w l&i -■ j 'm J --J �d mi m -! t-! 46 3 i? Ip l? 11 Who can tell me how Mohammed died ? Another Miss Intelligence—"Oh, he had ‘eucalyptus’ fits,” ^•■1 s?\ ■i «L ■ Lost—A black fountain pen with a silver clasp on the way to the store. Well really-----Would the world come to an end if— Muriel Barde sal up straight a whole period? Grace McKcown never interrupted any one? Katherine Hahn never wanted to argue? Marjorie Mariner never heard from Corvallis? Nancy Bonham wasn’t absent for a week ? Beverley Roberts never said, “I don’t know?” Catherine Martin and Mayanna Sargent never talked in class? Margaret Johnson never offered any advice? Marie Mecklem ever stayed subdued for fifteen minutes? Mary Louise Zan ever wore a barret? Marie Haines came to school on time? Annie Ellen La Moree slopped smiling? Cornelia Ireland answered “unprepared”? Bernice Congleton never giggled? Vivian Sandstrom wore a short skirt? Margaret Brandes and Elizabeth Martin quarreled? �T~'v-r ! ! ; M We Ask You To Patronize Our Advertisers r-.v. ■ - •• *—*r css ter&m ? • •• ETA EAri t rv-: P f HA bAA 500 ELEIDNER BUILDING Broadway 1545 STUDIO CLASS PHOTOGRAPHER, 1924 Portraits of Character With Impressionistic Beauty HENRY W. JACOBS Artist i ■n« .ii—• �MMagi r 95* Mfflseassaasffisss r * tei ! 1 i i i i A I n ‘ I 1 The Proper Gift i V For Graduation Hio can be found in some one of our departments. ; i « The always appropriate gift and the one suitable to all tastes. k. E : I i I z \ iI ! 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Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Commencement 1924 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1924. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". 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Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_commencement1924-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/40f877b3cb8cc02519cb5b59e674d489.pdf 4275e9ab1e2a1b05daec944434528c1e PDF Text Text ��; ' cu "Wvxo (?4a t / (i ' >. {fc ' » I' "• : t- ■ I ' & ’ sOpi^/ / • ‘vrr • m 4H >t4A* V /t/M/.- * 1 -•£> . ✓ / is r v iyV. v) .sOSt^ / -~-:i - m " JyCJ^I ^ *r {yrff'js ap^' ^' i>'..•mJ*. f i "* /? d/^ Of < ‘k* •^i. f#v£ _to M. m :) ojr al > , / TuT s/ \ �PRESS OF LANE-MILES STAND1SH CO. PORTLAND, OREGON �* am ..'V-r'i:' f ! i• ; §5>t. v y ®elpl)ic i. i- f N . i ■ L 1 ■ & mi ■ \ ■ ! Commencement 1922 !-'• I ■ m so t ‘ f ' ■ �Lblplttr §>tatf Editor-in-Chief Marion Farrell Literary Editor v . Helen Holmes Assistant Literary Editor Catherine Overbeck Kalendar j Philippa Sherman l Virginia Edwards Old Girl Notes Virginia Pittock ;■ jjtj Art -vl Exchanges & . ( Janet Griffith ( Elizabeth Holbrook Margaret Boyer Business Managers ( Leah Estelle Rose ) Margaret McAlister ,v i Advertising Managers "■V^j ! -c m ■:3 --’Tl . . ( Frances Cornell \ Helen Parker �JffAH fln*liiT»r '12 CONTENTS V Graduating 7-8-9 Editorials Literary . My Neighbor’s Garden The Gold Seekers Through the Eyes of a Loup Game You Never Can Tell . . 17 A Pack of Hounds The Will A Garden of Memory . 16 . 18 21 �,«S31 -."•rrr1 - fK ' 7; I - *r' '■ yti ;v?i! Si rjr-'i ..... '•-.-I The Delphic is published twice during the school year. Contributions are solicited from all the students. - V';! H • 1 -Si II r:. <£ ! ;s.s M < Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief. Business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscription: $1.00 a year. VOL. 26 j '■ :o3 si . | - •; 1 * 'J _.:s -a S! s_ J 3*3 . .-j mm JUNE, 1922 No. 2 �" • rrr-. CSrafouaiing Gllaas nf 1922 . ? ■ - 5 ■ r ■ �mm uJlu> (graduating (Class uf 1922 . . «•' „J ! ■M n.T' t \ m : •: * •'-•.! 1 r; - m *••. • ; •■ -. -i ...... •■''! ra -'i ] ' ' -■■r: ' ■r '•’! •••■; I •^•Si :.-l 311 Annabelle Bates Harriet Breyman Helen Ernst Margaret Boyer Frances Cornell Marion Farrell Esther Benson Virginia Edwards Janet Griffeth �r ' ' �AW / V / (9 i w .-,1 'jV XI % >))£?(® jk) EBKNt _J :■**•! J i r ■■. m ■ SI : 1. ■ , . ■ ItH • W 3'5 iEbttoml NOBLESSE OBLIGE OBLESSE OBLIGE’ is the motto adopted three years ago by the class of 1922. With the aid of this inspiring motto, the class soon earned a reputation which has been held tenaciously. In the words, Noblesse Oblige, lies a rather vast and deep meaning, one which mere words cannot express as well as actions, To rise above all cowardice and to refrain from being a slacker in even the smallest degree is one v a) of heeding Noblesse Oblige.” In the days of chivalry, which seems to be dying so fast in modern life, the significance of the words were perhaps known to every one. When a man was knighted it was his duty, nay, more than his duty—it was a part of his very self: To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrong, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honor his own word as if his God’s, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds.” Perhaps we may think of an ancient family coat-of-arms as a fair example. In old family estates, the coat-of-arms was everywhere conofthe‘USf h r6minded gr0winS s0ns ^d daughters of the noble deeds ers, and inspired them to live honorable and unselfish lives, that their families, as as their descendants, might be justly proud of them. «. s we remember our fathers, let our children remember us.” ■ fc i I 1 i ! i i �2B e l p u i c Or, let us consider ourselves as daughters of St. Helen’s Hall, carrying a torch bright and glowing. It has been handed down from generation to generation, always burning. At times, by some great catastrophe, it has been nearly extinguished; but by courage, faith, and steadfastness of purpose, it has been kept alight so that we have had an opportunity to share in its glory and to strive to do our part in maintaining its brightness. So have the helpful words. “Noblesse Oblige,” been an inspiration to us to do our best and to keep our reputation and actions beyond reproach! J- Last year, Bishop Sumner offered two Day Pupil Scholarships foi the Senior year to the two girls of the Junior class who passed the College Entrance Examinations in six points with the highest average. The scholarships were won by Catherine Overbeck and Helen Holmes. This year the Bishop offers a Day Pupil Scholarship for the Senior year to any girl in the Junior class who passes the highest in six points, and another for a Senior who passes the highest in six points in the Entrance Examinations in June and wishes to continue at the Hall for a year of post-graduate work in order to prepare for an Eastern college. The school also offers a prize of $100 to the Senior who passes the best College Entrance Examinations in enough points to meet the entrance requirements of a standard Eastern college. It is not necessary that the Senior enter an Eastern college. The scholarship and prize are surely worth working for and a number of girls are making special preparations for the scholarare �mm mr 2B c l p fj i c 12 - r I m ■ r'1 •V -a LITERARY \V;'i '-■s'. 5. , S3 si ■ S'v r;: SS--, TV ■ w. 3 1 y«* :j>£i -j T A' - •...n Isa u -j -i , -:r: ..... jl Edinburgh, November 14, 1786. To Mr. William Chalmers, Writer, Ayr. My Dear Friend: had intended writing you an entertaining letter, but though I am e e as an illustrious poet, and though winter’s clouds are banished > t e g are of fashionable London life, still I am not in a vein to write a humorous letter, even to you, whom I regard as a ‘‘man after mine own heart.” As )0u well know, I was ever ambitious of being well known. A wh.ie ago 1 should not have said so particularly as I now say, BY WHOM, . ^ 6 0 e ^nown- I veritably believe that good and learned men nj,„t rulSf aS Sat- !rue ^0ve concerning which I have so often, in times distnrh^H .urs.fd Wlt^ you- The other morning at breakfast I was much never nnrl° hef f Cl3yman abuse Gray’s “Elegy.” This person had Datienre tie, ^legy.” \ fear I made a hasty remark, but my Gienmvin o’ m SOre*y Lied. However, the friendship of Lord measure fn/t-h^6 3S that °f his wo.rthy Lady, compensates, in some obiect of wnnri G anryLance.I suffer in having to converse and be the wonder of rmS" S0se *8n°ble souls who can scarce rise above the comes of “q,,! extraordinary” and “marvelous success,” for one who I could wish thflf ami and <1S Possessed of so poor an education.” a few minutes of^V^ W°Uld Spend’ with my volume of verse’ salons in honor of rV:im® whlch thfy sPend in arranging dinners and ■ d. ror many, I would especially mark verses, as: �■;^ws fr - v.- iB 11 pt it 13 H^/i r - l “What though on hamely fare we dine Wear hodden gray, and a’ that; Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, A man’s a man for a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, Their tinsel show and a’ that, The honest man tho’ ne’er sae poor Is king o’ men for a’ that.” I say within me, “Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you!’’ My Lord’s generosity and kindness every day give me new evidence of his nobility. He himself is a greater proof of the immortality of the soul than all the philosophy of all the philosophers; such a mind as his can never die. '‘The lesser ones are bits of undeveloped chaos, some with a little sulphur even yet, and may go back to dust, whence they came.’’ My dear Chalmers, you are receiving a most dismal letter. Charity, that greatest of all virtues, is not mine tonight. Even now I can hear the howling of winds, and dark foreboding tells me that my season in the sunshine is to be but brief as is the summer. 1 have no abiding place in this life. I am but a simple bard who can amuse but a short hour or two. “What proves the hero truly great Is never to despair!” But come— I must enjoy the light while I have it. Jane, the Duchess of Gordon, is more fascinating than I ever dreamed a woman could be, and I have dreamed them loveliest of all created things. Beautiful of face and form, graceful of movement, charming in manner, she pos­ sesses as keen an intellect as any man I have ever seen. Her conversa­ tion delights me beyond all words. I had indeed missed the half of my life had I not come up here to Edinburgh. She is as perfect as Miltons Eve in Paradise. I wonder if there is any other living thing that can approach her. I have seen but one. However, Lord Monboddo’s daughter is a very pleasing young person, full of wit and gayety. I find her quite charming to behold, when I must sit and listen to my Lord s, her father’s, philosophy. By the by I have forgotten to tell you of the strange episode which occurred at Ballochmyle before I left Mossgeil. One evening during my sojourn with the Laird, I chanced to be strolling along the banks or the Ayr, the favorite haunt of my muse, The crimson sun was just vanishing beyond the horizon; not a breath of air stirred to flutter the leaves or bend the stems of the flowers; the only sound was the song of the Mavis, settling to rest, which I endeavored to avoid, lest I dis- . : . p._.. jg-.. '• �W:- . \ ;c ‘W■ 14 /.;; 3S! T-TM i '■< i I $ © e l p ij t c turb the harmony, Thus lingering along the river, I came upon one of the fairest sights I have ever seen—a woman, indeed a fairy queen, as delicate and perfect as any poet’s fancy could describe. But the vision disappeared from before my eyes. On my return home I composed the song, “0 Lass of Ballochmyle,” a copy of which I will enclose. Later, I discovered that the vision was the Laird’s sister, Miss Alexander. I have written her, begging pardon for the intrusion, and sending her a copy of my song. She has not favored me with a letter. I wait in anxiety. You, my dear fellow, will further my anxiety if you delay your letter to me. Therefore, have mercy and love for your friend, Robert Burns. L. E. R., ’22. v illy Nnyhluir’s darhnt til . n' ' :■ ' ■ "' ■*.■; : V' -3 233 ' 13 ! : 1 ■ i||JJ Y neighbor's garden is a delightful spot. When 1 peep through the hedge, 1 look into a fairyland ablaze with color. The tall holly­ hocks along the wall and the blue flower lances of the delphiniums stand on guard and raise their heads to spy upon any trespassers. The gladioli smile on everything, and watch the mischievous pansies as they crowd each other out of their bed. The masses of golden glow lean heavily on their supports. The real fairies of the garden plot are the feathery cosmos that dance lightly in the breeze. The phlox and fox­ gloves stand in waiting upon the fairies, and the sweet elyseum, candy tuft and mignonette are fair maids. The canterbury bells fill the air with music, and the honeysuckle furnishes an abundance of sweet syrup for the winged visitors which it attracts to the garden by its fra­ grance. A playing fountain surrounded by a mossy carpet and a fringe of forget-me-nots is the resting place for several little birds. Once in a while, if I am very still, I see a hummingbird hovering over it. On eithqr side of the ivy-covered gate are clumps of columbine, that look i e beds of blue and white butterflies in the gentle breeze. Silky poppies ance around them, while the stately foxgloves gaze down with majestic pride upon their humble companions. Under a low apple tree, spread over one. end of the garden, and interwoven with a climbing rambler, is a rustic bench. Often my neighbor, a dainty, little, old lady, may e seen seated on this bench. Perhaps her wistful expression is caused y reams of her knight, who came to see her in years that are past, f . ^ neig or s §arden spot is a fairyland from early spring, when the . r; .r<?Ps aPPear> until the last asters and goldenrod fade in the for I KAr lke^° Peep through the hedge when no one is in the garden, undpr^onlfu? tlie fairies talk to each other there, and sometimes I to each oth 6 Smi ing and noddmg messages they send across the garden Cr‘ F. E R., ’22. B. A., ’23. f �20 e l p Ij t c (Hite (gnlii iwkrrs ®l|rmigh tl|£ of a ifoup (Sam w HE Yukon District had been in winter’s grip for months now, and even the animals were becoming restless, looking for the change which would bring the first signs of Spring. The great black wolf, which had been the leader of the pack for many seasons, shook his heavy coat and started off across the crust of pale blue snow. Even the pine trees cracked like guns as he trotted through the wilderness to his favorite drinking place. He was happy today, for his instinct told him that before night the Chinook would reach the frozen Northland. Even at that moment he felt its warm breath on his pointed muzzle. But his keen scent caught something that was not that of the Chinook. It was something he had never scented before, something which gave him a thrill like that which he felt before he encountered the great lynx. Unconsciously rounding a high cliff, a strange sight met his eye. He stopped short and looked curiously at what was going on at his drinking hole. There arose a column of smoke from a fire by which sat two enemies. He instinctively knew they were enemies, and he felt a strange sense of fear which he had never known before. He shrank away from the sight, but some strange animal curiosity each time drew him a little closer to the tiny camp. After darkness fell and the fire died down sufficiently to give him courage, he investigated the new aspect of his old drinking hole. r';', : fT, ■ m A long wooden cradle was filled with tiny gold sands which he had always noticed floating in the little stream. On hearing the howl of a husky, he rejoined the pack to make known his discovery. It was several evenings before he again summoned courage to revisit the old hole and at his heels followed some of the more daring of the pack. g. _ The scene that met their eyes was a typical one of the gold rush The boats had just broken through the ice, which had held them fast all winter. Men, gone mad in the lust for gold, were erecting over night saloons, dance halls and dwellings. Everywhere was a frenzy of excite­ ment and clamor. As the pack skirted a little nearer to the strange sight, an iron jaw closed on the forefoot of the leader. With a low cry of pain he gave warning to his pack that they must leave their old hunting grounds and go far back into the frozen tundras. All night he lay there in pain and heard the cry of his comrades becoming fainter in the dis­ tance. At dawn he was released by one of the strange humans and was the first wolf to experience the ways of the white man. L.L:: m #1 : . Helen Ernst, ’22. i V. 13 *.v*r assess . ...- - . ... ■ �V m-W~- ; 16 Be Ipfttc m Imt Nmtrr (Eau (Erll » . i n » ■i ~'vj : S! -3 i x - L/'i.-i;::! ^7":. \ :- sa r?. if: v,-^2 -i ■ '•si T was the first evening of their search, and as they descended the hill into the great wilderness of pine and fir, neither horse nor rider was thinking or worrying over the coining of the night. The rider was a mere boy, a few years past twenty, but a man in all other respects. He was an athlete, and though Inspector of Division Seven of the Royal Mounted Police, this did not affect him at all. He was a sport and played all the games with his men, most of whom were several years his seniors, and won their favor. At Fort McMurry, the morning before, a letter had been delivered to him addressed to Inspector Robert Keel, R. N. W. M. P., with instructions to continue the search for Betty Davidson, a young girl who had been mysteriously missing for some time. No one could account for her disappearance or even suggest when it had happened, so there was very little evidence on which to work. . ■ 3 a Bob was thinking of this very seriously when—“What was that?” Laddy, his well trained pet and companion, stopped still and alert. Yes indeed, it was a woman’s voice singing that old familiar Canadian boat song. He called. There was no answer, but the singing continued. He tried to follow it, but it led to no place—behind him, in front of him, to his left, to his right. The sound seemed to come from the heart of that giant stump, but that was impossible. He was tricked. Would it never stop? He wished he would fall out of bed and wake up, but it was no dream. There was that singing, and where, oh, where did the confounded song come from? Who was singing? Where? Why? Inspector Keel was puzzled. He decided to camp there for the night and find out. He made a search, but all in vain, and settled himself for the night. Lying back on his blanket, he remembered that this dis­ trict was under Inspector Gray. Funny he had not come across any of his men. Then—yes—Dick Hutchinson was under Gray—good ol’ Dick— though only a buck, he was an old college pal. Dick lately—oh, well, what had happened to the singer? Gray wasn’t a bad sort. Who was this Betty Davidson, anyway? Then he dozed. He was awake in a minute, and just in time to see two figures dis­ appear around that giant stump! “Halt in the name of the law!’’ he called, but they were hidden by the s ump so he didn’t know whether they did or not. Around the stump ne rushed and bumped into Dick Hutchinson. He was standing in the opening of that giant stump. “Hello, foolish, you jolly well scared me pink,” was the greeting, as the two pounded each other on the back. �m 11 p 1J t C “Well, if it isn t ol Dick! I was just thinking of you a minute ago But the woman, the singer—who and where is she?” Hutchinson smiled. “You’ve caught me, old pal,” he said. “I'll have to own up. She is my wife and, of course, being in the service, I should not be married, so we pulled it off secretly, an’ this ol’ stump’s our home. It’s not so bad, and my wife—well, she is Betty Davidson!” Bob was unable to pull his thoughts together, and all he was capable of was a good hearty laugh and a friendly congratulation. Later he found out that Bob’s wife was worth the hunt, and that the stump as a home was certainly “not so bad.” The following morning he was riding toward Fort McMurry, bearer of a marriage certificate and a letter to Inspector Gray with the signatures of Dick and Betty Hutchinson closing it. As he went up the steps of the main office he was whistling. Suddenly he remembered that he was on duty. Why, oh, why, did he whistle that song? Julie Cameron, ’25. A f ark of ©imubjs NE afternoon, when I was visiting my uncle in England, I went to Squire Bogs’ to tea. The estate and manor house of . Squire Bogs was very old—indeed. I have been told that the house itself was built four hundred years ago. Therefore, on account of its age and picturesque­ ness. I was very much interested in the architecture and furnishings, especially in the old morning room, where Mrs. Bogs and l had tea Between discussions of free verse and modern art, I carefully scrutinized the beautiful paneling of oak and the quaint Rembrandt portraits which hung on the wall. Soon, however, my gaze was attracted to the long Gothic windows at the end of the room which looked out onto the park, stretching in a smooth green sward to a border of gigantic oaks. While I was gazing at this entrancing scene, I suddenly saw a pack of hounds, in full cry, dash across the park, as if in close pursuit of some game. The quaintness of this scene made me jump up and, running to the window, cry, “Oh, how lovely! There must be a hunt on, because there are the hounds.” . , , “What did you see?” demanded Mrs. Bogs, in such a strained voice that I turned toward her quickly. She was standing, her face livid, and her calm eyes now filled with a sudden horror. ^ “Why,” said I, in surprise, “the hounds. Didn’t you see them . “No,” she said, sinking back into her chair; “I saw nothing. I was surprised at her singular behavior, but through_asense^of deli­ cacy did not pursue the subject, and as she seemed suddenly fatigued relieving in part my surprise, increased my wonder. �' : >• 18 3 i * ... -1 1 JBclpf) it “My Dear Susan: You are, perhaps, wondering over my sudden illness yesterday. 1 will, now that I am more calm, though no less anxious, endeavor to state certain facts, although I cannot attempt to explain them. This house, in which we still live, was built by my ancestor, Clement Bogs, several centuries ago. But soon after he had settled here, he was thrown from his horse while hunting and instantly killed. It has been said that a young girl, crossing the park a few hours before the accident, saw a pack of hounds cross the lawn with no hunters behind them. From that time it has been a tradition that before a death in the family some­ one who is no relation to us will see a ghostly pack of hounds cross the sward in full cry, unseen by anyone else. In view of this you will understand my present state of anxiety and surprise, as this amazing prophecy has already occurred twice during my life, in the events of the deaths of my mother and my brother.” Even after receiving this note I gave little credence to the tale, till the next day I read with amazement the account of Squire Bogs’ sudden death, caused, as the paper said, by a fall from his horse while pursuing his favorite sport, fox hunting. Jean Muir, ’23. <-* d tlihr Util IBS :3 ' : • % 3 m1 •: : ■ • - 1 . .-ri -•'V. .71 : fsl ssrc&i jJ PADDLED my canoe out into the middle of the lake and stopped, gazing into the waters around me. There, without glancing up, I beheld a scene reflected in the clear, blue lake. Overhead was the sky, its long expanse unmarred by clouds. Huge mountains overhung the edge of the lake on all sides but one, giving the glistening sheet of water the appearance of a primeval throne. The lake was placid enough to have been a mirror, but as I touched my paddle to the water, a tremor shook its surface, sending countless little ripples undulating toward the S SUU’ dr0PP*n& behind the mountains, cast the soft glow of twilight over the whole scene and gave the final touch of glory to this wonder, untouched by man. Rousing myself from reverie, I remembered that I had had a definite object in view when I pushed the canoe I had found, off the shore. I was a ung a short cut across the lake to the hotel, which I could not, at most, reac until after dark. This was to be my last hike, for the next day the Tand^^E)1 ^°me’ ^rom w^at had been an unforgetable vacation in . • ^ last 1reached the opposite shore and pulled the appropriated canoe TA w?n 6 dank' I then began the last stretch of my homeward walk. nn^jLr Steep and Ied P^cipitously up the mountain side, turning rnw anri a y 6Very now an^ then. For the most part, the path was narsmnn?hdjHngi.er0US' T" °ne Side a wal1 of so!id rock rose like §lass’ water itc h .s,ini.n£' On the other hand was a cliff overhanging the arer, its height increasing at every step I took. However, fear did not < �M elpf) tc enter my mind once and I continued my course in an entirely carefree manner. Again the thought of my approaching departure assailed me with a poignant pang. How exhilarating it all was! I should miss it all indeed. Yes, I should miss every bit of it! Suddenly a half-formed word of slang came to my lips, but I pressed it back, unspoken. I stopped. A part of my path had been swept down by a landslide, leaving a space of about six feet. There was nothing except loose stones on which to set my feet. My first attempted step but served to set the mass rolling downward. This had happened recently, 1 thought, for although 1 had that morning taken the longer route, 1 had come this way only a few days before. But here 1 was" stranded, and with every moment the violet dusk grew deeper. There was a path a little way back that led up the mountain. I had only noticed it at the time, in passing, wondering where it led. At least, 1 might try it; it was too late to take the other trail and anything was preferable to a night on the damp ground. I had gauged my distance well, for at the end of the ten minutes 1 had allotted myself, I came upon the object of my search. The passageway, for it was almost too narrow to be called a path, seemed to have been cut into the rock, and led upwards about twenty feet. Once more on the soft earth, the trail widened and 1 walked on, half running in my haste. Not for a comparatively long time did I notice the peculiar tinge that shed its ghastly light everywhere. Instinctively 1 looked up at the sky, where without any warning a blinding light flashed and the next moment torrents of rain came down upon me. With the I was downfall of rain came darkness that kept me from going on Another flash of lightning seemed to come indeed trapped miserably. Yet that could not be, for the light remained from among the trees. flickering steadily. My fates were surely favorable and, like Columbus, I cried, “A light! A light!” with as much, if not more joy, and hastened rain had brought with it a terrible on against the driving elements, for the wind. Trees would present themselves in the way of my mad rush but aside from a few painful bruises, 1 cared little and by s eer , . light to the door of the cabin, or whatever it was that held the kindly light The oil lamp was placed in the window, and I thought it best_to see who or what occupied this remote habitation before I asked or shelter. At first 1 saw no one; then, as my eyes grew accustomed to the dim His white head was outlines, I saw a man seated by the coals or a So far as bent forward in his hands, giving him a furnished room. I could judge he was the only occupant knocks. No one answered. I turned to the door and gave seveo'na11 S^erppersistent downfall and the 1 knocked again, louder. Again I was by this time thoroughly drenched, howling of the wind greeted me. I tried the door. It yielded to my and determined to obtain shelter. �p" •:;i 20 . J 3 ■ • I .. ' i -j ■: v V • ...5 - •. 1 . mm Mi * £3 i 30 e l p lj i c touch and swung open. The man was still seated by the fire and had not moved from the position in which I first had seen him. I went over to him and touched his arm. It fell helplessly to his side and the bowed head fell lower. An icy chill ran through my body at the thought that he might be dead. What a ghastly adventure! With a last faint hope I felt his pulse. He lived. Then I recalled a story told me by the hotel manager. Surely this must be the “man of mystery” who had lived in these woods for forty years, Such a name was given him because he had told no one who he was or why he had come to this remote place. He was only seen at rare intervals when he went to the general store for his provisions. I stood looking at him stupidly. Finally I moved him to a couch that lay nearby. I knew that the end was near, but 1 prayed that he might sx least open his eyes before he died. My prayers were answered, for after what seemed an eternity his eyelids quivered and opened, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes, unblurred by age. He seemed to show no astonishment at the presence of another man, but merely tried to point his hand toward a table in the middle of the room. Then he shuddered convulsively, and was still. Reverently, I removed my cap. I could not possibly leave till morning, so I set myself to search the table for anything of interest it might hold. Yes, there was a paper upon it, written in a wavering hand. I picked it up, and at the sight of the first few lines I think I must have paled a little. The paper read: “I, John Fairfax, realizing that I have only a few more hours to live, make known to whosoever shall read that my will, duly sworn to and witnessed, may be found in the recess above the mantel, together with sundry papers”— The writing trailed off into an illegible scrawl, but that was enough. John Fairfax—the man who had killed my grandfather in a duel—the man who had disappeared mysteriously from his home in Virginia. To think that I, the namesake of Charles Lee, should meet my grandfather’s mortal enemy in such a way. I wondered what possessions the man had and to whom he could give them, he who had spent so much of his life in solitude. I turned to the chimney, and after trying all the bricks 1 came upon one that was loose. I removed it and pushed my arm in, bringing out a handful of papers. I easily singled out the will, which was encased in a plain envelope, on which was written, “The last will and testament of John Fairfax.” What was my amazement when I found, after the first formalities, the clause, “I do give and bequeath the whole of my fortune, consisting of about two millions of dollars, to the heir or heirs of Charles Lee—” No need to read further, for was not I the only living heir of Charles Lee? C. L. 0.. ’22. �i •C" M elpfj tc A (Saritett of Memory £LOME people have said that my acts and thoughts are guided because I never make mistakes, although I am very young, In a measure they are correct, but they never imagine that it is my memory that is my ouide. 1 say my memory, but I do not really mean my memory. It is more the thought of a dim dream of the past. It is a rather difficult thing to explain, because it is all very misty to me, but 1 will try, if you will attempt to understand. Once long ago there was a garden way out from the rest of the world; at least. I thought that it was, for no sounds or noises ever reached it. It was on the edge of a dense grove of trees and extended a little way into ua large green field beyond, 1 could tell this because over one side of the high white wall that surrounded it could be seen the tops of stately fir and oak trees; and on the other side nothing but blue sky, and once in a while bits of down from a ripe thistle, or a bumblebee, very dis­ tressed because it was so high in the air and far away from the fascinating blossoms below. In this garden I lived for a length of time, I have no idea how long, but I did not have the form that I have today. Then I was a flower. I probably would be called Daffodil today, but then I was called Uncer­ tainty. All the flowers were the same in shape as they are today, but they were called by different names. (To connect them with my present life I will call them by their old names and put their present names after them.) r ;• • f/T.--'-- sSHSSSSeI lived a true, tragic or happy life, just as people of today, and from them 1 received my guiding dream. I was Uncertainty Daffodil, a new and strange person to the world, and 1 was looking for the good and happy way to live my hte 1 came up through the warm earth and first met Youthful Gladness orCnm She was my best friend for a little while, but soon die died and 11 was left to make new friends. While she was alive I had met many people among whom were Mirth Wild Grape, Ambition Hollyhock, Music Oats, Amiability Jasmine, and Riches Buttercup. These had all been happy, all sides from Slander cheerful companions, but now I was in danger on flowers Nettle, Jealousy Marigold, Deceit Monk s Hood, and their tribe of flo . 1 had many bitter experiences with these flowers and I might have been killed, but Encouragement Goldenrod, Hope Hawthorne and them won derful friends came to me and helped me on to Peace After that I staved on with Peaceand my lifebecame very happy, Atter tnat 1 sta>eu uii wi parden A young man came until one day it was changed and I lett g flowers over our high white wall and gathered abouquet of all the love flowers < • i.rVy £.. .., I \:r~A pp. �■J •VI 22 ©elpfjic ! - y. m >:* .] 3 3 and good flowers in the garden. He took my stem to tie them together and then went over the wall to the outer world. He went to a great white house, where he found a lady and a little baby. He gave the bouquet to the baby and told the mother what the flowers all meant. He said that they were to compose the baby’s character and then I seemed to leave my flower form and go to the child. From that time I have seemed one with the baby, but I still have my dream to guide my new life. Dorothy Haradon, ’23. $ .* .. - -i . Vj •-.i! “When birds do sing hey-ding-a-ding-ding Sweet lovers love the spring.” % . ?'! 4 V I , i ■V- .«• ;-ry. 33 ’v3 m 77f HE next thing to being in love for a spring-time recreation is having a garden. Whether you are old and sage or young and giddy, come out into the garden and you will find health, wealth, love, wisdom or anything for which you may chance to be searching. You, tired busi­ ness man, with your furrowed brow, and, you, woman of numberless household cares, bring the hoe and spade, the rake and the trowel again into the light of day, brush off the dust and enter a new world. The Out-of-Doors is garbing herself in new robes. Will you fail to behold the transformation? Hasten! Take a smell of fragrant brown earth and you will have discovered a source of everlasting youth. Do not, as some have done, direct your man-servant or maid-servant to gather one pan of the best soil in your garden and carefully transport it to your bed­ chamber that you may satisfy your curious nose as you tranquilly lie among the pillows. Slip your delicate feet into a pair of heavy boots, for the dew is heavy of mornings, and step into the sunshine at six o’clock of an April day. You will declare that you knew not such a world existed. \\ hen you have spaded and hoed, when you have dark, very dark, spots on oth your knees and your hands are of the same complexion,you will,if you are of a questionable age, remember nothing but the joy of living and perhaps some of the half-forgotten delight and simplicity of childhood will have crept ,into your wise old heart. If you are but yet young in . yuars’ y.°“may have Partaken of the wisdom of Timeless Nature. One thing will he certain. You will clean your tools, scrape the mud off your shoes, and dress for breakfast; and while you are in the midst of this once almost useless, now entirely necessary, meal, you will say to yourself, or to he One across the table: ‘'My dear, this is certainly the best break­ fast we ve had for a month And your table partner will marvel at the ever increasing wonders of the world, or else you will think to yourself what an amiable, happy being you are—at times. L. E. R., ’22. . . . - ■■ ■ ■ < V‘ �© e l p fj t c (1% Utarg of flnt&me j^nrupleo February 16, 1707. Such actions! Who would believe that I, Prudence Scruples, should live to see them? Lack-a-day, if they go on I’ll not be here to help old Mrs Crumber with her patch work, come two weeks. Here 1 have lived in Boston, in this old house, for well nigh forty years (though if it be not worldly to speak so, no one could tell it by my face) and in that time mark thee, there’s been no men poking their good-for-nothing noses around this place! That I should live to see such a day! Well, well, as good Parson Cursem says, we must have patience under our afflictions. But that terrible little flibber-tigibet Conscience was such an affliction that I could not have patience long. The minute she came in the door, I knew she was wicked, Faith, I was sitting talking by the window, watching Mrs. Grootch hang out the clothes, when in my niece came rushing and literally pounced on me crying: “Oh, Auntie, I’ve come to live with thee.” And when I turned and saw her, 1 well nigh fainted. Such a flyaway with dozens of black curls tossed madly over^ her head (she never kept them still) and then her stepping in Tabby s milk, »nd 'aughing a saying, "Oh, Auntie, won t thee come and see? 1 ve spilt Tabby s milk and it looketh just like old Cursem’s bald head! Still it’s all my fault. 1 should have known there would be some doings goin° on if 1 d thought, and I should never have sent her to Neigh- *« »2" •—™*r it'*,1; ™4t. ‘s.:s just hankerin’ to be gone and girl. And this is what comes of all my indulgence. '■Conscience,” says 1, "take thy hemming and finish thy row, before thee goes for Neighbor Barkem s bread. So out she went, her hair all curls Heaven forgiveand sat hersel beneath a tree to sew. She thought 1 was gone t0 ™'k^eT ^’ot ten minutes passed before that Such a thing has never hapthe road and leaned against my gate-post. his hip, whistling and the other Pened before. Well, there he_ stood one hand on^ kjnd and, Bless Me! Conscience moved over on the bench. ‘ ; more, but thrusting my head from the wmdow, shrieked, Consc.en Conscience packing home, despite her That was all, but I sent that convinced are gifts of Satan. tears and tossing of curls, which I am Jean Muir, ’24. �mm 24 S e l p \) t c u4)f #tortj of Eguitna, (Mmttatfon j * aH -*'! a a ■ ,-i •• 'V ■: -\d i .. ~tn ■ •' -■ mm :" ' DEMAND the ordeal! Into the hands of God I commit my soul. He alone can attest my innocence!” The clear, steady voice rang out. Egwina, fair of face and form, stood with flashing eyes before the elderman and gerefa of the shire. A murmur of approval surged over the crowd, for surely, unless innocent, she would not dare appeal to the Supreme Judge. Egwina had once been skald, or gleemaiden, to King Alfred, but because of her love for Edward, the atheling, she had secretly stolen away one night, fearing lest the king should think her unworthy of his son. She had wandered from the mead hall of one great thegne to another for many days, making glee, and pleasing all with her sweet voice and simple manner. In the hall of one, Edwy the thegne, there had been a certain juggler who was jealous of the maid, and the many rich gifts showered upon her. He contrived, as Egwina was leaving the great hall, to have the harp of Oswald, the favorite bard, put amongst her posses­ sions. Later, she was pursued and accused of the theft of the harp. Being alone and friendless, she was immediately taken to the elderman for trial. ‘‘Then,” said the elderman, after Egwina’s appeal, ‘‘thou shalt to the Bishop to purify thyself for the rite. Let nothing but bread and salt, water and herbs pass thy lips. After three days, thou shalt return here, and in the presence of twelve witnesses plunge thine arm into boiling water, taking from it a heated stone. May God be your judge. I have said.” 3 Egwina, at the end of her trial and ordeal, was proven innocent; and the guilty man was condemned and sentenced to make a pilgrimage, barefoot, to the shrines of four saints. Egwina remained at the home of the kind Bishop Beoruwulf and his wife, who soon grew to love her She was very happy with them and took up little household duties with the greatest pleasure, for she was weary of wandering. The young girl was accustomed, after her work was finished, to wander about the woodlands. One day, having strayed farther than was her wont, she sank down on the green sward to rest. She had been seated there but a short time when she heard voices, and through the trees she could distinguish the figures of two persons. One was a young and beautiful girl, a Dane, and the other appeared to be a Saxon youth. Ihe Danish maiden did not seem very strong and, wishing to rest, sat down beneath the tree under which Egwina sat. They soon became engaged in conversation. Egwina learned that the girl was Hilda, daughter of Guthrum, king of the conquered Danes. Seigbert, the Saxon youti, had been taken when a boy, she learned, from a monastery by the invading horde of the Danes. He had been brought up with Hilda and learned to love her as a brother. As she sat there and watched him, �j& e l p i) t c t there arose, in Egwina, a great longing to be of some kin to this noble youth; she felt a strange stirring in her heart as half-forgotten memories wedged themselves into her mind. They talked of many things, of St Cuthbert, the holy Bishop of Lindisfarne, of the many miracles that had been wrought by his tomb, of the conversion of Guthrum by King Alfred, and lastly about the loved king himself and his love and devo­ tion for his people. When it became dusk they all agreed to meet again the following day in the woodlands, Egwina returned home with a new feeling of joy and lightness, The next day, at the appointed hour, Egwina was waiting in the forest when Seigbert arrived, alone. “Hilda feels not herself today, but I would talk more with thee,” he explained to Egwina. As the two walked through the forest together, Seigbert told of his father and grandfather, who had both been wandering bards, and of his sister, whom he had never seen since his capture. With eager eyes and beating heart, Egwina questioned hiim: ‘'What was the name of thy father?” • Athelwulf, son of Wulfhere.” “And the monastery thou speakest of, was it not Croyland?” “Yes,” he answered, scrutinizing her closely. “Then 1 ” she began. "At last! You are my sister!" he exclaimed rapturously, as they embraced amidst tears. H. H., ’22. (Eta Ifitstorg I 7TT HE history of the class of ’22 began as far back as 1910 when sev W eral little girls in fluffy frocks went to Miss f^^^Tmure on Lucretia street. Among these were bashful He!I|" then in Peggy Boyer and our present class presiden , |ar these short socks and pink and white *Veventfui seven-year course three small misses entered upon a happy Hal\ in the second in grammar school, and they chose S^Helen^ Hall. ^ ^ grade another little miss, Helen H , J and ades passed upheld the honor of the second gr • leavina only their names slowly on, while new friends came went, Jeaving o^ Helen behind. However, the sixth gra ^ secretafy and treaSurer, but Van de Water, who n0'v is n^ {^ss A few months later our select also the youngest member of th 1 ‘ yj inia Pittock in our midst. number was increased to rive, & f ' r I £5 •'•v. ; !■ .. . r.vr. : ..V. ! ••. ' •. *.* �fr w:~' 26 IB e (p fj I c V -i .1 -.tfi •••i'V H rj % '•i d 1 i a ■ ■! ■ • • % •'! •iv/WS mm ’ -* ..Tsa :"::5 rl i"‘- ~ r |3! "Hgi - The end of the following year we had actually graduated from the lower school and were ready to take up our high school education in the new building at Thirteenth and Hall. You see, the terrible fire of 1914, which destroyed the ivy-decked buildings on Vista avenue, compelled us to use only temporary buildings, which we soon outgrew. It was in our Freshman year, however, that we made ourselves famous. We were proud not only of our position in life, but of many other things. Some promising members were heartily welcomed. Among them were Medora Howard, Marguerite Pendergrass, Philippa Sherman, Catherine Overbeck and Margaret McAlister. At the beginning of the second term Marion Farrell joined us, and Virginia Edwards came as a boarder. During that year two prizes were offered for the best essay on “Noblesse Oblige.” To our great delight, both of these were won by members of our class, Virginia Pittock and Marion Farrell. Our success as interpreters of Homer completed our first year with great honor. The following Fall we all returned proud to bear the name of sophomores, and added Char­ lotte Malboeuf, Muriel Withers, Harriett Walters and Annabelle Bates to our number. School life for sophomores we found to be one trial after another, simply because we were neither Freshmen nor Juniors. Allow­ ances are always made for the former and extra privileges always being granted the latter. However, the year passed almost before we could realize it. In our Junior year eight more members were added to our class, Janet Griffith, Esther Benson, Frances Hyland, Leah and Frances Rose, Frances Cornell, Helen Parker, Elizabeth Holbrook and Catharine Hay, who, although she had attended the Hall, had not until the Junior year been enrolled in the class of ’22. All through the Junior year the girls prepared themselves for the responsibility the class would have to shoulder the next year. In June we entertained in a most delightful man­ ner at a luncheon at the Waverly Country Club for the graduating class of the year. Of course, this last Senior year has been an eventful one in every way, and perhaps more so than usual. Now, to distinguish the class even more, we are going out the largest class ever graduated from the Hall. Jj * J �©tlpfttc Oil)? (Elasa Mill THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1922 Be it known that: I, Annabelle Bates, leave my curly bobbed hair to Edna Ellen Bell. I, Esther Benson, leave my smile to Virginia Hull. A I, Margaret Boyer, leave my speaking voice to Doris Thompson. f 1, Frances Cornell, leave my ability to talk to Virginia Fenton. I, Helen Ernst, leave my dry humor to Roberta Douty. 1, Marion Farrell, leave my honorable position of editor-in-chief to anyone who will accept that worthy state. I, Janet Griffith, leave my poise to Lillian Luders. I, Medora Howard, leave my good nature to Edna Potter, l' Catharine Hay, leave my position as school songstress to Dorothea Scarborough. I, Muriel Withers, leave my ability to play the piano to Gertrude Ireland. . . Thu.DuxUn&***> I, Harriette Walters, leave my highly developed powers of retaining order in the study hall to Elizabeth Hawkinson. i I Virginia Pittock, leave my reserve to Frances Ford. I Hefen Van de Water, leave my love For study to Catherine Martin. L Helen Parker, leave my love of homes to Hazetaary Pnce. I, Leah Rose, leave my executive ability to Izabel Schetky. 1, Frances Rose, leave my quiet disposition to Bess; A . 1, Helen Holmes, leave my “Pollyanna Philosophy to Martha Youlden. of athletics to Eleanor Costello. 1, Frances Hyland, leave my love 1, Philippa She,maa. leave m» io've of i.rdi.e. to !; teZgSK&SSSSa5 S. sea,, eias. » } Anne Wentworth. my love for Terpsichorean Art to Dorothy I, Elizabeth Holbrook, leave Haradon. absent-mindedness to Peggy Spencer, I, Virginia Edwards, leave my love (?) of ancient history to I, Marguerite Pendergrass, leave my any future history student. , prances Weller. f the Senior I, Charlotte Malboeuf, leave my physics^note Catherine Overbeck, leave my position as chairman L Council to someone with tact. (Signed) Marion Farrell. Witnesses: Helen Holmes. Catherine Overbeck. �WMf: w 28 Selpfjic udu' Class flnipljmj ■:->-‘i JUST heard about your home down here, Harriette, and I thought I’d run down and see what you were doing. I had no idea I’d come across an old schoolmate of mine,” said Philippa Sherman, wellknown society reporter, as she climbed out of her periwinkle blue Per­ shing airplane and ran up the stairs to the terrace, where Harriette Walters James sat chatting with her old chum, Muriel Withers, more familiarly known as Peg. "How fortunate you decided to come,” greeted Harriette. "My hus­ band has just purchased Poplar Lawns and I am giving the house­ warming today to open the summer season.” After general embracing and much excited talk, Philippa settled comfortably for a glass of refreshing iced tea. It’s heavenly here, after the busy season at Palm Beach and New­ port; but, tell me, what have you been doing all these years, Peg?” "Composing music, from soft say-it-with-flowers kind that accompanies the heroine's tears, or a love scene, to the rollicking, snappy, crashing jazz of a chorus. Oh, yes, I’m living in realms of musical comedies now,” laughed Peg, snapping her fingers. "So you've become what we all thought you would, a musical comedy composer!” Philippa exclaimed. "It’s nearly time for dinner, so let’s adjourn to my room and chat there,” suggested Harriette, rising. The girls willingly followed her into the spacious hall of the huge house. Just inside the door Philippa’s observing eyes were attracted by an unfurnished room at the end of the hall. "Oh, is that the famous radio room of Poplar Lawns?” asked Phil­ ippa, eagerly. "Yes,” answered Harriette, "and that reminds me that I received notes from some of the girls to listen in for them tonight.” "Let’s go in at once, and maybe we’ll hear some of them now,” said Peg, running to the room. Quickly they adjusted the amplifier and almost immediately they heard the voice of Charlotte Malboeuf, head of the Crow Institute of Home­ less Cats, in San Francisco. Yes,” S^e was sa^n§’ will be all, two tons of catnep in the bale. There was no doubt; it was the same voice that once graced the halls of St. Helen’s. By some fault of the radio connection, the phone clicked and they heard another voice—a lovely singing voice. They discovered it was the voice of Madam Morelli, practicing for a concert over the radio. 3 •; ,31 i l - "1 v-S mm V \ : ;i i . —*] .• ■ i 'i ipij : J I 5 r:i ■ '•V- -’i 1 IK.-* - T"- -' — vXSTwt S-. 55- c . -J �IB e l p ij i c Girls, listen to this—Madame Morelli, nothing! This is Catharine Hay’s voice! There is no mistaking that voice, Philippa. I only wish we might hear Kay laugh again.” They listened entranced, until the lovely voice died away. Then the announcement of dinner forced them to withdraw, reluctantly. A few hours later found them again seated in the radio room, talking. Their conversation was interrupted, for a current was being sent to the house. It proved to be the returns of the Kentucky Derby that Harriette had been calling. Helen Parker, our acknowledged horsewoman, was winning everything from blue ribbons to silver cups. When the connection of the radio was switched for a few moments, Peg said, “Weren’t you surprised to see Mrs. Leah Sturdevant, our zealous Leah Rose, at dinner? She has just returned from Baltimore, where she has been attending the Pan-American Conference of Women. In addition to being a member of this body, she is president of the Women s Federation of Clubs. The conversation was interrupted by a buzzing noise, and when Har­ riette opened the amplifier a familiar voice bellowed forth. It was their Peggy, or, rather, Margaret Boyer, Ph.D., the respected dean of a large college for women. She had received the message that they would be “listening in” about this time, and she had not forgotten her old schoomates, even in her busy hours. She had just finished a lecture on Mo ern Poetry as Compared to the Art of John Milton.” Then she announced mysteriously that she had a surprise for them. Were they surprised. Well, rather, when the familiar voice of Elizabeth Holbrook broke in upon them. She had just won the prize offered to the summer making the best time across Lake Ontario, thus claiming the title °f champion long distance swimmer of America. A buzz and a die roug e contact with Helen Holmes, otherwise known as Holmesie She h distinguished herself writing stories of the rising genera 10n> spending the week-end with Frances Spaulding—was the name Rive . When ; ■. !: ! mf !- 1 c L least one of the class had become purely a business woman. More clicking and buzzing brought Frances Hyla"d’sofv°^^1r°s^e the air. She was well situated in Chicago, as the ow , tQjd shop for individual stationery. Before she st0|?Pe , < a station of them to be sure to listen in for Medora Howard, who had a station her own on her Eastern Oregon ranch. butler, announcing Katherine Just then they were interrupted by a Kerr. We all looked puzzled. “Katherine Kerr, the great actress, the second Jane Cowl—what can she be doing here?” —_ : �Selpt) ic .. -•'! Harriette rose graciously, as a graceful, stunning figure glided through the doorway. ‘How do you do? 1 am quite honored by your visit, Miss Kerr,” she said, extending her hand. “Harriette, don’t call me that. My contract has expired, and I have a glorious two weeks’ vacation before my next production. Call me ‘Kaki’ again,” she pleaded. vj The other three all jumped up and there was much more embracing and excited talk, in which they listened to the story of “Kaki” Overbeck’s thrilling stage career. \ However, the talk led back to the Hall, and Harriette opened the trans­ mitter. Medora’s voice came over the wire, business-like and curt. 5 ;' . . 'A -si l 3 ■ !•; “Hello, everyone; it's very nice of you all to want to hear from me again, but I’m very busy now. 1 got a new herd of prize Guernseys and a new electric tractor, which I must go and investigate. You see, a large ranch like this one keeps me pretty well occupied. Did you hear about Marion Farrell and Frances Cornell? Fran, has a hair dressing parlor in the Fijii Islands, and Marion a school of original dancing in the same place; they are still together. And Janet Griffith—she is the wife of the American Ambassador to Spain. She has a wonderful villa in Madrid and a summer hacienda in South America. Don't you envy her? Then there’s Annabelle Bates, who is Madame de Mortigne, the wife of Cap* tain Mortigne, head of the Boys’ Military Academy at Paris. Quite a few of our girls are living abroad. Personally, I prefer the wheat fields and grazing grounds of Eastern Oregon; and, by the way, I can’t talk any longer; it’s milking time. I’ll ring you again, Harriette. Good-bye.” And the connection was broken. While Harriette was trying to make connections with New York again, she got a call from Texas. It was a state-wide call to arms of the Bu Hu Band, an organization of night riders, who kept things in order down on the border. There was evidently a little trouble down there, and a strangely familiar voice rang out: : i i “All ye members of the Bu Hu Band, upholders of the state and defenders of the Union, assemble at general headquarters of Esther Benson, Chief Whacket, at midnight tonight. To arms! To arms, for the cause of the just!” and the voice ceased. Well, well! spoke up Kaki, “the Benson fighting blood is keep­ ing things in order down in Texas. Pretty plucky of Esther.” Here we are connected with old New York again. I’ll see if I can get Margaret McAlister. You know she has a studio in Greenwich Village, where she designs those very quaint covers for Vogue, Vanity Fair and Harper s Bazaar. It is very interesting.” J �' ■■■■■■■■ 3B c l p Ij i c 31 “Yes,” spoke up Phlip, “I often visit her studio and she always has a crowd of poets and artists around her. What very different lives we all are leading!” “Can’t get her; I guess she’s on her vacation, too,” interrupted Harriette. Virginia Pittock is going to call us on the phone. You knew she’s the Circuit Judge of the city, didn’t you?” asked Peg. “Yes, the others all agreed; “we all voted for her, and how cleverly she handled that last case! The papers all called her the girl Solomon and the Twentieth Century Portia,” ejaculated Phlip. “There she is,” spoke up Harriette. “Are you busy?” “I have a session in two minutes,” came the voice, much deeper and slower than we had remembered Virginia’s to have been, “It’s the case of the eminent New York physician, Virginia Edwards’ husband, You know she has been devoting much of her time to singing at institutions. The case is against the people of Mulligan Alley. It’s a bad district down there, and hard to handle. 1 am going to refresh my brain tonight however, by going to a movie. I always rest my brain that way, and I think I shall take in the play, ‘The Truth About Janet Parker by H. Holmes, with Helen Van de Water in the lead. I hear its'taken the city by storm, She surely is a second Marguerite Clarke. Well, court consummons; I must away, Come in and see me, all of you,” and the nection was cut. “Well, I guess that finishes our phoning,” Peg sighed, and wasn t it nice to hear all of them and to find out what they were doing?” ck ,*® to Poplar Lawns, Long Island. V 1 \ bum; Thank you. “So Frances is in business for herself? Good for her,” said Philippa. usual thorough, scientific “Indeed, yes, and she is doing it in her and she seems like a flower manner,” Peg spoke up. “Her shop is ideal, ; herself among all the lovely things she grows, an y . J an(j either of you read Helen Ernst’s new book on the 1 ^5“'“ animals of the Northland? You know she has ju ^ a sensation extensive trip there. The book is creating qui e et Helen’s as did ‘The Diary of Opal Whitely,’ when we were Juniors at St. Helen Hall. in exclaimed, “I must get back Just then, glancing at her watch, Phhp jn jn the mornmg, to New York before dark, as I leave for^N j P ‘ §may come up again. but I surely have enjoyed this afternoon, Good-bye.” r - r. - ■ �r,, •! dnh& -1 j •v--| 32 3Be l p fj i c £ - £. $ a ':'v •1 •'J ■: KALENDAR. \. - 1 ..* Sfl V " \ : \ - ,i January 30—The new term starts today. We are now looking forward to Easter vacation. And then, after that, good, solid work for every one (especially the Seniors) until June. February 8—Midyear’s dance at the Portland Heights Club. The Japanese decorations were unusually effective. February 12—Lincoln’s Birthday was celebrated by a patriotic pro­ gram in the Study Hall. February 18—Miss Jocelyn Foulkes gave a tea for the Senior Class February 22—Washington's Birthday and a holiday. April 14—The Lenten offering of dresses for Alaskan children was collected. April 16—Easter. April 17—Lent is over and Spring vacation begins. April 24—The return. Some late. Many yawns. April 29—A tea was given for the Senior Class by Mary Helen/ Spaulding. May 2—The Boarders gave a birthday party for Betty Hawkinson, Virginia Edwards and Esther Benson. The table was decorated in lavender. May 13—The Juniors entertained the Seniors at a luncheon at the Waverly Country Club. May 15—-The New Girls entertained for the Old Girls at a newfashioned picnic at the Meyer estate on the Sandy River. �© e l p i) t c ^ ■ • i-l May 26—Ten girls—Pearl Biehn, Elizabeth Hawkinson, Sarah Pea­ body, Edna Ellen Bell, Frances Ford, Frances Cornell, Bess Edwards, Martha Youlden, Le Anna Faurrote and Charlotte Allen—were confirmed this morning. May 27—The Alumnae entertained the Senior Class at a tea. May 29_Exams! A dark blue cloud hangs over the school, envelop­ ing everything and causing every one to walk about with weak knees and hollow eyes. May 30—Decoration Day. Spent in worrying over the exams for next day. June 2—The Annual Spring Musicale was given in the afternoon. Several Seniors made their farewell appearance. This was followed by “She Stoops to Conquer,” a play laid in rural England of the eighteenth century, given by nine of the dramatic stars of the Senior class. June 3—The program of aesthetic dancing given on the lawn in early afternoon was followed by the French play, Bataille de Dames, given by the girls who were so fortunate as to be able to combine dramatic ability with that of speaking French. June 4 Baccalaureate Sunday. The school en masse attended St. The Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral to hear the sermon by Bishop Sumner. The usual bountiful spread o'f Seniors especially were interested, chicken salad, chocolate and strawberry shortcake was enjoyed after the sermon. p June 6—Commencement for the graduating class of twenty six a Trinity Church. The address was given by Bishop Sumner; 9 day in the lives of twenty-six girls. Flowers-mus.c-congratulations. 1 - --- ■ p !■- b V I ! — I I iramattrs On the afternoon of Friday, June 2. She Stoops '^’^hleh is laid presented by nine members of the Senl0^ un^uaiP0pportunities for m England in the eighteenth century, ga . isPtPe cast: quaint costuming and effective staging. Th Philippa Sherman Mr. Hardcastle. Frances Spaulding Mrs. Hardcastle Frances Cornell Marlowe............ ........ Lucy Spittle Hastings ...... m &F.V. Si ft?;: fob m tM BH -> v �JBe1 p fj i c Kate Hardcastle Constance Neville Landlord Maid Tony Lumpkin '' $ v*\ ■ .* :,i i-? j * " - •’*'***’ r • :' I | . • -V.' ■ ■: ^51 i, ..... •:2 ' ; - I:.:—] —[i Esther Benson Muriel Withers Frances Hyland Catharine Hay Helen Parker “Bataille De Dames,” by Scribe and Legouve, was presented by the advanced French classes on the afternoon of June 3. Comtesse d'Autreval. . . . Leonie de Villegontier. . Henri de Flavigneul. . . . Gustave de Grignon. . . . Le Baron de Montrichard Un Dragon...................... Une Domestique............ . . . Virginia Edwards . . . . . .Janet Griffith . . . Harriette Walters . . . Harriet Breyman ........Margaret Boyer ................. Bess Allen Helen Van de Water The Second Uppers presented a charming play on the afternoon of June 5, Six Who Pass While the Lentils Boil,” by Stuart Walker. The Boy............ . ........ Nancy Chipman The Queen............ . .Elaine Strowbridge The Mime............ Margaret Ellen Douty The Milkmaid.... ............. Virginia Zam The Blind Man . , . Phyllis Henningsen The Ballad Singer ............ Mabelle Allen The Headsman. .. . . . .Betty de Pencier The Butterfly. . . . ..Elizabeth St. Clair �Sr5 SSS5*HU®Sta!i-MBI mm ©elpfnc Athbttra March 12—This month the aesthetic dancing classes were organized. I i April 7—The basketball season closed today with the final champion­ ship game between the Juniors and the Uppers. The Juniors won by a score of 18 to 16. This shows that the two teams were well matched. The winning team was presented with the silver cup, which has been coveted by the various teams since 1904. The winning team had for its members Gertrude Shappell, center; Hazelmary Price, side center; Lillian Luders and Margaret Spencer, forwards; Virginia Hull and Gertrude Ireland, guards. On the Upper’s team were Catherine Martin, center; Marjorie Pittock and Betty Sewell, forwards; Izabel Schetky, side center; Mayanna Sargent and Katherine Hennagin, guards. May 12—The Annual Tennis Tournament closed today. Virginia Hull of the Beginners defeated Evelyn Meyer 6-1, 6-1, and was presented the tennis pin by Virginia Edwards. In the Juniors’ match Jean Muir defeated Katherine Hennagin 6-3, 6-1, and the prize, a silver cup, was presented by Analene Cohen, Catherine Martin, champion of the Seniors carried off the laurels and defeated Susabeth Bruce 6-0. �M11 p f) l C ®lj? Jfrral d>ui of fit? Class of ’22 If the ideal girl of the class of ’22 had: ■ : a • .-I ■-! . I' a V'v £ WM . -. - i ■t Si . ■ *33 3-33 33 : Hair like Janet Griffeth’s, Eyes like Charlotte Malboeuf’s, Teeth like Esther Benson’s, A mouth like Virginia Edwards', A nose like Helen Holmes’, The complexion of Margaret Boyer, The hands of Helen Ernst, The feet of Margaret McAlister, The figure of Frances Cornell, The style of Harriet Walters, A voice like Catharine Hay’s, The musical ability of Virginia Pittock-^ The dramatic ability of Leah Rose, The athletic ability of Frances Hyland, The artistic ability of Elizabeth Holbrook, The ability to be a student like Helen Van de Water, The intellect of Catherine Overbeck, The patience of Frances Rose, The sympathy of Muriel Withers, The vivacity of Annabelle Bates, The thoughtfulness of Marguerite Pendergrass, The cleverness of Philippa Sherman, A sense of responsibility like that of Medora Howard, The tact of Frances Spaulding, The charm of Marion Farrell, The disposition of Helen Parker, What a charming girl she would be! �JB elpijic a L 37 ij ©Sff^S T C s VriJMfv Mr. and Mrs. Allen C. Hemphill (Ethelwynne Harris, ’02) are the proud parents of a son, John Harris, born in December. K:nderearten Miss Jane Lowe, who was graduated in 1917 from the Kin & Training Class, was married to Mr. Thomas J. Webb, Apr (Lets Kopiuk.) is bsing c.gr.tul.kd on tbs >M " Lir.to0.'"./! SlS".rd, b, .he ! b. .9,2 .««.* St. Helen’s Hall. the Ambassador Hotel in Eleanor Simpson, ’20, is head designer at Los Angeles. . Chester Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18) announced the Mr. and Mrs. _ birth of their second child, a son, born not long a§ • m6W York. Faith Newton, ’19, is attending Miss Scoydle s school, in; Ne» Captain and Mrs. John Leonard Riddell (Ethel Malp*s, >6) * congratulated on the arrival ot Joan their s®“nporot^ Carpenter, ’21, Those who knew Helen Winter, 21 ’ „ during recess 0ne day were glad to see them when they visited th Fnrnne where she studied a short time ago. Inez Chambers, ’18, who returned from the violin, is now making a tour with the 1 visited the Hall Both Doris Henningsen, ’20, and Elizabeth Kelly, . h f Mrs> Cabell recently and every one was glad to see t e™It was with deep sorrow that we learned of the de.a n (Emily Failing), who was graduated from the Hall Frances Baker, ’20, is a F.resh‘T1|'di^t Kirk’s School, spent the Janice Parker, '21, who is attendi g „rand-daughter of the late Easter vacation with Elizabeth Burroughs, the grand s John Burroughs, the naturalist. . English teacher in the Consuelo McMillan, ’17, is the assistant Johnston, ’19, was the costume mana^wpek_end with us during FebruHazel Fairservice, ’20, spent a sh come back ary. We are always glad to have our ol g �11 n fj t c I 4 4 , - ... _ . •, gs?3 1 iExrltaitgeH ~ * ' * asp.,3 ,.-?d ‘i B "is tr.-r- 3 :1 -kM - j Ult. However, we shall hope to see them all next year. B^ue ^nnt' from the Kathrine Branson School. It PcrLC°meS *u US’ ^ ns much good material, and we hope to see it often. Satura staf^you^mflafl^0"1 St‘ J°hn Baptist’s School, Ralston, N. J. enlarge it and sdn & ZI,ne COntains good material, but why do you not The a ^ eXChange dePartment? We find many^iood™!*1 ^ar^'s Academy, is an interesting number poetry. s 0ries> together with the usual abundance of fine �I ; 3B c l p f) i c f 39 The Washington Seminary “Scroll” comes to us again with a very original number. The idea of publishing a Jester’s Number is unusual and clever. Your athletic and musical notes are full, and worthy of praise. The Free Press is an interesting feature. The Johnannean, from St. John’s School, is deserving of note. We like your book and play reviews, but why not have a larger literary department? St. Katharine’s “Wheel” abounds in good material. “The Gift” is a sweet and well written story. The comments on “The Younger Gener­ ation” are just and perfectly express our sentiments. Congratulations to you for taking up the subject. The Delphic acknowledges with thanks: The Rensselaer Polytechnic. The Oregon Emerald. The Columbiad. The Oregon Churchman. The 0. A. C. Barometer. The Reed College “Quest. The Oregana. ; 1 •1. 1 i ; )i ! I [ t. -•-* u ■■■ �THAT ARE DEAR TO EVERY GIRLS HEART ARE GIVEN A PROMINENT PLACE AMONG THE QUALITY MERCHANDISE OF MEIER & FRANK’S. THE NEWEST—THE SMARTEST— AND AT THE SAME TIME THE MOST MOD7 7 Y'..G 53 *7v , PORTLAND RIDING ACADEMY 697 Johnson Street Harry M. Kerron Main 973 �West Park and Washington Streets Portland, Oregon w h o’s y o u r h o s i e r ? Charles F. Berg Morrison Street Postoffice opposite �Fink Studio Character Portraiture Rubber Stamps PERSONALITY & EXPRESSION Fliedner Building 3S7 WASHINGTON ST. Pittock Bldg. JONES’ MARKET V ' H ' !P -'i r FOURTH AND ALDER 3 ■ ■ Washington Street at Tenth Broadway 1545 TELEPHONE—MARSHALL 1; AUTOMATIC 562-81 1 The Market of Cleanliness and Sanitary Surroundings 3 r JONES’ QUALITY MEATS t. v:r-| -i Fresh and Cured Fish in Season Milk-Fed Poultry Iga ALSO That Famous Skamokawa Butter " /:irrvv>j We Deliver Cash or Credit ■* +■ PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �8 COMPLIMENTS OF C. G. APPLEGATH i i E Established 1870 ! EXCLUSIVE FURRIER ! PORTLAND, 352 ALDER STREET Near Park Telephone Main 4061 Portland’s Oldest Fur House : I OREGON I! Compliments of F* Friedlander Co* 310-312 Washington St. ! T»—___ '—■■—4 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �At Your Service F. L. FREEBURG Across the Way CONFECTIONS LUNCHES STATIONERY FRUIT Oregon Eilers Music House Formerly GRAVES MUSIC CO. 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Chocolates Near Morrison We make all our own candies WINK’S f 152 Broadway HARDWARE 14th & Washington Streets Service and Quality PENDERGRASS MARKET 448 Washington St. k - I 1 + Portland Knitting Comp’ny We Deliver 146 Broadway “Say It With Flowers99 keystone NIKLAS & SON CONFECTIONERY AND CREAM STORE Florists i: We have the best line of slip­ over Sweaters in Portland—Fiber, Silk, Mohairs, Worsteds — all cqlors and styles. Bring this ad before June 20th and get 10% discount. “The house of unexcelled floral service” 403 MORRISON ST. Phone Broadway 2876 r ! •:v ........ :: : WP ■ We carry a fine line of Candies, Zt Cream, Sodas,. Bakery and Lunch Goods, Periodicals, Etc. ■ ■ ■ -4 Phones: Main 2916, A4S31 Cor. 23d an d Washington Streets —,■—■< —i.—>■—*■— PATRONIZE OUR r-. «•—>4* ADVERTISERS mi. �Smith’s Flower Shop L. Mayer & Company. J Thomas Luke, Proprietor “Your Florist Staple and Fancy 141 Vz Sixth Main 7215 GROCERIES a The Breymaii Leather Co. Telephones: Main 9432—A-4432 3 LEATHER SHOE FINDINGS SHOE STORE SUPPLIES SHOE MACHINERY 166 FIFTH STREET Portland, Oregon j Phone Main 7108 N. E. Cor. Second and Oak Sts. Portland, Oregon .! >=PIERCE a time when the public demand has developed unmis­ takably for enclosed cars of new proportions and an even greater utility, the introduction of a complete line of Pierce Arrow and Wills-Sainte-Claire enclosed drive models constitutes a notable contribution. J .. a s'--'?" I CHAS. C. FAGAN CO., Inc. $ Distributors . > Pierce-Arrow and Wills-Sainte-Claire Motor Cars - 1 f:-- ; ""f* PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS Sur1 $s;-i ! �Martin & Forbes Company School Books Bought, Sold and Exchanged FLORISTS HYLAND’S BOOK STORE 354 Washington Street Main 269, A-1269 Portland, Ore. 204 FOURTH STREET Between Taylor and Salmon Red Front I i A Complete Line | Multnomah Photo Supply Loo I 131 Broadway �Parker’s Market A Little Shop Means Little Rent Few in Help Means Little Spent Little Spent in Running a Store Means Attractive Prices Inside the Door —Roycrofter Prime Meats Only M. L. Smith Main 989 169 Fourth St. Jeweler :: Watchmaker Heilig Theatre Bldg. Main 1184 193 BROADWAY Portland Oregon * HOOVER’S ! -i Bakery and Lunch G a r r i 2r' u s Hat Shop r Main 2700 - I-’?' 454 Washington ; :: ■ j 'Ll IMPORTED DRESS ACCESSORIES for 1 j Young Women : ...............................................................................................■! i. .. ; . ;;J Camel Hair Polo Coats. Burberry Coats for General Wear Sweaters in Various Styles Silk Scarfs and Wool Mufflers Knitted Shirts Umbrellas and Riding Crops Box Cloth Spats 389 ALDER STREET Near Tenth Oregon Portland There is something very human about Oriental Rugs. Not machines, but nimble fingers created them. Love of beauty and pride of workmanship guided their forming. Traditions and fancies are fixed in their colors and patterns. Students and home-makers are cordially invited to study and enjoy our display erf Eastern weavings. Any information or service we may render is a pleasure. 1 s I * V, 1 **’ - ! ; K. S. ERVIN & CO., Ltd. Established 1901 Cartozian Bros. Second Floor Selling Bldg. Sixth and Alder Streets 393 WASHINGTON STREET Portland, Oregon ,—.<—•4* PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS r ■ >• �* ’ £i 2SS * +■ ! ii BUESCHER I ! . BAND—ORCHESTRA INSTRUMENTS i FINE VIOLINS bacon banjos ,r TRY US FOR SHEET MUSIC Large Selection—Classical, Popular : ■ [ PIANOS VICTROLAS ”— ! . I f SEIBERLING - LUCAS MUSIC CO. ! 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Brower, Mgr. 145 Sixth Delicious Chocolates, Caramels and Homemade Specials : Sweet Grass Baskets Myrtle Wood Boxes Hand Painted Satin and Straw Baskets When you buy “Hazelwood” you secure the best there is in candy i 3 :I l: : :I I HAZELWOOD i Confectionery and Restaurant 388 WASHINGTON ST. 127 BROADWAY : ■... i I I : ■«—»« __„—»—■<—««—■*—" *—■■——ii—ii—i»—H— PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS . ■•-7 > �7' •r W- £1-‘£S-S5a 3 ■:4 • • - +■ .-■1 ERNST’S CANDIES Are popular both in price and quality • • -r.J SPECIAL SALES EVERY DAY > 1 TKi OCR WEEK-END SPECIALS : Fresh crisp Peanut Brittle, 15c per lb. -■1 Our Regular 75c Chocolates 49c per lb. ': Large Assortment of FILLED BOXES. BASKETS. ETC. for the HOLIDAY TRADE 1 I ,1 I ; -• : .-4 -■C;' - C$,v •ssr-a k. ' ■ ' | *■ PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS ^ ■ s/M - j ^4 i �Rue cle la Paix CHOCOLATES Now $1.50 Pound Delicious French Chocolates—as you like them—made in our own daylight candy kitchen of the purest of ingredients, and oh, how unusual! That’s why we’re telling you more about them—that is why people as far away as New York and Florida send to LipmanWolfe’s for their candy. For while you and your girl chums ate them last year with much acclaim, you’re going to enjoy them much more this year. They’re better than ever, and there are many more delicious pieces, all with intriguing centers. And besides, best of all, this year they’re only $1.50 pound SWEETS BOOTH, STREET FLOOR ^tprnan^vV)of|c (& 6o. C/ Merchandise of "'I Merit Only ■i I Wr �“-TCTf-.r /f:-.-a- ■ ! 1 T •< - "SI For the Graduate : ? 1 .-.s ■-'.3 , Books «4 — always the appropriate gift ^3 ■ ■ - Fine Stationery —in many unique and dignified styles *•: v- u ; -■ ! '■-I Engraving 44 — Wedding Announcements — Calling Cards “S • >1 vj z'JL The J. K. Gill Company i. A" Third and Alder Streets '■•••• •""I-*--.'--’ "rm (After November 15th, 5th and Stark) s if 4*i——>i ■+ PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS ^4 �'i 4S3 m i ' .■ . ■ '3.-.'. 44 * pyBysSaysysynysl .... ... - . S~lfp: k» ~ f-". ■■■■•-■• ■-■- ■ ■ ---' .. .... : ■' . - ®iii •: ' � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Commencement 1922 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1922. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1922 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_commencement1922-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/b647248d42269f7a672d06c4e755d9b0.pdf d184288be04dfe48011cc81cb486836e PDF Text Text ��Vt> N rx ; > X X. X X X X- \vT<; x <y, f f r M u s. .V QZ ^ X. ,% XX. * X / I V6 x. % V? X X Q. X e i /S V 0 °> V .X ■<D X * c • Xv e\Y Y £$ ^ .--~~y c- N . '- J X ) «\. x v U ^ XY. UA f A A �J I <; • '■ 77 I J 7 ' ~ w A y _-/v ":, i ? I' J s v 0 yt & sj ;V AkK^ ? The Delphic 3 «r 6 * J k i D KJ *y P ST. HELENS HALL - \3qUajL4s . PORTLAND. OREGON JjUjlJ* A-JLCjA > JAfJjZjt UD ^ vC<l -CC €. *N- OtL*L*tJLjL&c *% 1 37. 7 .CJL■ —/ --L <5*J o I ■o /~ u. n \ i > \ / wj 2 * \ I ---.'_| —^ i ,/H „.. ‘T/D OxCcC\ , UH / , D7"/" ^ / \ \ December, Vs - 'V / 7 V-' / < \J <sf J'a O' Sc^ f (V t ^Tpe4/^_W7<2 A 74D^. ^'g V. £ ■ �* 6 Delphic Staff 3 j Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor DOROTHY MAUTZ BETTY PARRY vr First Assistant LTP&rary Editor MURIEL BARDE 5ecoM Assistant Literary Editor MARGARET MCCALL KaPendar ( ISABEL STARR (MAY BELLE ALLEN Old Girl Notes \HELEN SPENCER (ardelia Music and Entertainment ( ELEANOR POORMAN (BERNICE CONGLETON (nancy A thletics haradon chipman (BETTY ALLYN (VIRGINIA COKE 'j CORNELIA IRELAND Exchanges v' Art [PHYLLIS HENNINGSEN >Y. ............ Betsy Abbott N. N Advertising Business HELEN HEMBREE ELIZABETH ST. CLAIR MARGARET BRANDES (HELEN PETERS (ELIZABETH MARTIN < �Page Editorials 7 School Honors 10 Literary .... 15 Juvenile 42 Kalendar .... 46 Music and Entertainment 48 Old Girl Notes 51 Exchanges .,. . .53 Athletics 54 Jokes . ............. 56 Advertisements . 59 �The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 26 DECEMBER, 1925 Number 5 : : �DELPHIC 7 Courtesy and a Smile Did you ever stop to think how far courtesy and a smile will take you? Have you ever noticed how lasting first impressions are? A smile goes a long way. Try it and see! It is very pleasant to meet someone who greets you with a cheery “hello” and a smile. It gives one a feeling of longing to go down the hall and have the girls smile at you. When a new girl enters our doors to continue her education, it is so nice to have the strange faces smile instead of passing you up in cold indifference. Do you realize that everything is strange to her? Her whole school life will seem different if you try to make her feel as though she belonged here instead of an outsider looking in on the fun. You all have your own set of friends but you might be courteous to the others. Courteousness! So few remember to be courteous to everyone. Have you ever thought of the little courtesies of everyday life; the ones that mark you a true lady? Have you ever been on the street car and remained seated while some poor tired woman stood looking for a seat? Have you ever jumped on the street car without waiting for the older ones to get on first? We probably don’t mean to be impolite but we are. Consider others more and you will be happier. N. P. ’26. Elements of Happiness Very little is needed to make a happy life. Great students have prescribed this thing and that as a means for bringing about the condition �8 DELPHIC are ol three factors necessari-work, and health, and love. Without work, where would be the joy of living? Where the pleasure of lying down to rest after a hard day’s labor? Where that satisfied feeling of having com pleted something difficult and worthwhile? In work—earnest, sincere work accomplished in an honorable manner, is found one of the most pleasing and comfortable sensations that man, existing in this comfortable and sensational world, can enjoy. Without health, where would man secure the energy, the ambition, the saneness of mind, for working to accomplish admirable ends? It is said that “in caring for the health and beauty of our persons, we are caring for the very shrine of the Great Spirit” and experience will prove that this statement was very truly made. Without love, there would be no purpose in living. Love opens to one “the beauty of every virtue.” So, to be truly happy, one must continually “stand porter at the door of thought” and refuse to allow anything but thoughts of love for every living thing to enter that E. P. ’26. inner consciousness. Genius Genius is a remarkable quality. It does very peculiar things to the people whom it possesses, for it can not be said that one possesses this unknown quantity. On the contrary, it is always the possessor, I used to know a lady who was thus blessed, or cursed. Her genius made her write blood-curdling mystery tales, although she was really a timid, mousey, little thing. The most pathetic part of it was that she had horrible nightmares after writing certain episodes in her novels. She used to come to my mother in tears after them. Many times she locked er typewriter away and swore she would never write another paragraph, S u COu^ not withstand her tormentor longer than a day or two, and en s e would be at it again. Perhaps you have gathered from this ime story some idea of what “genius” is. My definition for it is: a fulthin’.bey°nd the owner’s control, that causes him to rise high above the ordinary and often plays pranks with its helpless victim. C. I. ’26. Arbitration i fusing definition arbjtra!jon the dictionary and found a long; conwords. It seems’ tn° ^ n0t repeat hut try to explain it in my own who have quarrellp^Vu at-arbitration is the act of tw0 sensible people Pute and of abiding’bavin§ some disinterested party settle their disefficient this wav8:„y tp&t person s decision. Think how much more Brown have a omrroi u °r ^nstance, suppose John Smith and Tom a out the boundary line between their two lots. / �DELPHIC 9 They each want to build a garage, but there is not enough room between the two houses for both. They may quarrel like children, take the affair into court, make themselves the laughing-stock of the whole neighbor­ hood, and spend a lot of money. On the other hand, some unprejudiced neighbor may be called in as arbitor. It is more than likely that he will advise them to build a double garage and halve the expense. The prob­ lem is settled and the families remain firm friends. They have a goodlooking garage at a reduced expense. It is this same principle that various great men are trying to apply to the nations of the world today. C. 1. ’26. Life may be “so much velvet,” but it is rather worn out in places. In fact, sometimes full of holes. That just is life. But who—who in all the world, wouldn’t rather go in rags part of the time, and the other part in velvet, than to wear calico always? I know I would. D. A. M„ ’26. �10 DELPHIC School Honors The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best Essay on Patriotism awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters: Deborah Ball (Subject—The Supreme Duty of Loyalty) Winners of Certificates of Merit: Eleanor Poorman May Belle Allen Janet Wentworth Margaret McCall Mildred Gill Helen Spencer Ellen Prince Hawkins Jane Knapp Helen Younger HONORABLE MENTION ' Betty Parry Cecilie Applegath The Alumnae Pin for highest standing in studies and deportment in the Senior Year won by Evelyn Meyer Honors based on high marks received in Eastern College Entrance Board Examinations: Scholarship for Senior Year for highest marks in six points won by Cornelia Ireland The Pittock cup for English Deborah Ball The Pittock cup for French Cornelia Ireland The E. H. Meyer cup for Mathematics Mary Malarkey The Alumnae cup for Latin Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Twenty-three girls took Eastern College Entrance Board Examinations in June and competed for these honors. ■ �DELPHIC 11 Testimonials The First Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 90% in every study. 95% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 99% in conduct. Deborah Ball Lilian Bennett Geraldine Blodgett Edythe Hartley Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Cornelia Ireland Dorothy Mautz Evelyn Meyer Eleanor Poorman The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 80% in every study. 90% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 98% in conduct. Irene Mackay Helen Abbott Donna Magnuson Elbertine Adams Celeste Proctor Lucile Bowman Mayanna Sargent Jane Cullers Betty Sewall Gwendolyn Hall Rosamond Strieker Helen Hembree Darrell Torrey Elizabeth Ann Johnson Imogen Wentworth Geraldine Kirby Janet Wentworth �12 DELPHIC In the All-Oregon Exposition Essay Contest, St. Helen’s Hall received first place in the high school contest, Catherine Van Schuyver won the first prize of $50. Margaret McCall won the second prize of $30. In the grammar school contest Marion Denton won third place, $20. Of the seventeen essays singled out for final reading seven were submitted by students at the Hall. The prize essay follows: The Furniture Industry of Portland, Oregon Portland is the oldest and most firmly established furniture manu­ facturing center of the Pacific Coast. It is located in the midst of the heaviest forest of soft woods on the North American continent, is accessi­ ble from all railway lines and is served by steamship lines reaching all the Pacific countries and other parts of the world. Experts have agreed that there is positive economy and advantage in operating furniture manufacturing industries here under present economic conditions, and this advantage is growing every year. Twenty-eight establishments, eleven of which are exclusively engaged in the manufacture of upholstered furniture, with nearly fourteen hun­ dred employees and producing between four and five million dollars of furniture during the year of 1923, furnishes evidence that Portland has already become one of the furniture centers of this country. The furniture manufactured includes high class store and bank fix­ tures, cheap and medium household furniture of all types, all grades of Z l"?'. re'dpfurniture> well as office desks. ' Practically all of the upholstered furniture sold in Portland is manufactured locally dust?veto0fnchfllParpCUT i"ducemems for the prospective furniture inPnrH H h * P°rtland is in connection with the question of labor Portland has a number of skilled mechanics and partially trained men adapted to this work, the living conditions Eastern labor to . the cost of living the type of work range from forty cents to one dollar an hour. The plants are operated on a forty-eight hour week basis. ys-js wrsasra'-'- » .f Sssrssp: zs'.,;0™ 1 �13 DELPHIC the form of substitutes be found locally, and when it is considered that oak is at the present time being substituted for other types of finish, such as mahogany or black walnut, it will be noted that very little wood need be imported except for use as veneers. Very little red gum, birch, bass­ wood or ash are imported Red alder is a very acceptable and most satisfactory substitute for these materials, as well as a substitute for chestnut for core wood and for oak. By far the greatest item entering into the manufacture of furniture is that of lumber, with the exception of upholstered furniture. Lumber is practically the only item in which there is a loss or waste in con­ verting from a raw material into a finished product. There is com­ paratively small amount of waste in connection with veneer finish, but the waste in core, understock and solids is very heavy, which forces the manufacturer, where these materials are shipped from any great distance, to stand not only a loss in the product itself, but also to pay freight and charges on a large amount of material that must become a loss. Portland is in an unusually advantageous position in connection with power. Hog fuel or sawmill waste is undoubtedly the most efficient fuel in the world, and as it is easily obtainable in this locality, a number of large steam plants use this exclusively. It not only consumes waste from the lumber mills, but as it burns without residue it is economical to handle. The water supply of Portland is known nationally as being one of the purest in the world, and the rates charged for water are also along the lowest, in spite of the fact that the system is municipally owned and is self-sustaining. The climatic conditions which exist in Portland are such that the plants used in connection with the manufacture of furniture need not be of the same type of construction as required in the Eastern States, where there are extremes of heat and cold. This not only affects the type of buildings, but also reduces the cost of operation, due to the lack of neces­ sity for the expensive heating systems used in Eastern cities during the winter months, and causes the working conditions to be much more desirable and thereby increases the amount of production per capita. Most of the plants are of lumber construction, which can be obtained very cheaply. The furniture may be divided into the following types: Dining Room Bed Room Living Room Kitchen Library Office Store Church Lodge Hall, etc. �14 DELPHIC Each of these types are commonly divided into four grades: 1st. Extra good or highest. 2nd. Good or high. 3rd. Medium. 4th. Cheap or low. Most of the furniture manufactured at present comes under the third or fourth class. Local manufacturers are distributing their products in Washington, Oregon, California, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico and Texas. As most all the wood entering into the manufacture of furniture ex­ cept veneer finish, mahogany and walnut solids, is grown locally and can be obtained both cheaply and in almost unlimited quantities, Portland possesses a distinctive advantage over other points of the United States as a furniture manufacturing center. C. V. S. ’26. �DELPHIC 15 Dad's Experiment “Say, this house is freezing cold. Has the furnace fire gone out? Where’s Ted? Didn’t he fix it last night?” Harold Cunningham’s teeth chattered as he spoke. His father, who was reading, looked up with a very grave expression and said, “My son, do you realize that thousands of people die every year from the lack of fresh air? When I was a boy my parents did not impress upon me the value of simple living, but I have been studying it lately and have decided to go back to a simple life, From now on, I am going to have a flood of fresh air constantly; the lights must go out at ten o clock and every one must rise at six o’clock, Our food will be the simplest; positively no beverages allowed or fancy desserts. I have made this plain to the rest of the family and I hope you will join in the plan. Harold whistled softly as his father finished speaking, That’s fine, father, if you can tell us how to keep from freezing or starving while you try out your little experiment.” “My experiment!” exclaimed his father. “It isn t my experiment or any one else’s experiment for that matter.” Harold saw that his father was really in earnest, He said no more but secretly resolved that he would not starve for anyone; and as for keeping the temperature of the house near the freezing point,—well, he could stay down town and if his father got him out of bed at six, he would have to pull him out. �16 DELPHIC After Mr. Cunningham had gone to his office the family assembled in the library to voice their feelings. “Mary I told you on your wedding day that you would be sorry you married that man whom you now call husband.” began Mrs. Cunning­ ham’s maiden sister, Lucy. '‘Hush, Lucy,” replied Mrs. Cunningham. “I am quite convinced that Keith’s plan is right and we must all make the best of it.” “Simple life! Doesn’t that beat you? Who wants to live simply in these modern days,” chimed in Harold, "and for my part, I don’t intend to!” “Nor I,” said his sister. Three days later, Harold walked into the library with a gloomy face. “Say, Jane, what are we going to do about that party next week and father with this craze for a simple life?” “I have been thinking a great deal about it lately, and I’m sure I don t know, Harold.” There was a faint sob in her voice. “I ’spose we’ll have to feed them on toothpicks and water. Maybe we can have some gooseberries thrown in for fruit. Inviting, isn’t it? What will the fellows say? And Ruth Goodwin will spread it all over town.” Harold and Jane grew more and more crestfallen as the day for the party approached, Harold more sarcastic and Jane more moody. On the evening before the party, Mrs. Cunningham came into the room. Jane was in tears, and Harold was walking about, kicking every­ thing out of his way. When the mother inquired the reason, Jane sobbed out something which she could not understand and Harold muttered some remark about a simple life. After a little coaxing she found that the children were afraid their father would open all the windows, so that it would be too cold for anything but violent exercise, and turn out the lghts at ten. The menu, James said, was “fierce”. Mrs. Cunningham was perplexed. What could she do? At last she eci ed to speak to her husband about it, but all in vain. The evening for the party came, and the guests arrived. Harold and buthe^ WOrried- Their father had been called out of town on business, was expected home at any time. About ten o’clock, however,' a message came for Mrs. Cunningham. R ran thus: Detained by business. Will be home tomorrow, —Keith.” James felt as though he could give one loud whoop but as he did not dare, he went to the door of the living room and called Jane. tj Get some eats here quick; father can’t come home ’til tomorrow, The next morning Harold came out of the newspaper office with a �DELPHIC 17 smile on his face and when he told Jane of the society column, she laughed outright. “Father will think it is in every paper instead of just his own, and we will fix this simple life plan, because father’s pride is his weakness,” said Harold. That evening Mr. Cunningham came into the library wildly waving a newspaper. His eyes were blazing. “What does this mean?” he demanded turning to Harold. “Do you mean to say you invited guests to the Cunninghams’ home and froze them out and didn’t give them anything to eat but water and fruit?” “It was your orders, father,” interposed James meekly. “Well, you sit right down and invite those people here again next week and we will prove to them that the Cunninghams haven't forgotten how to entertain.” “But what about the simple life?” asked Jane. “No questions,” answered her father gruffly, “this is my affair,” and departed with dignity. “Harold,” cried Jane the moment her father was beyond hearing, “you managed it beautifully, but—Oh! if he should ever find out!” K. M. ’26. Fate Fate—laughing god of mystery— Gave me to you and you to me, Filled my heart with a strange, sweet pain. Then—sent you on your way again; But Fate plays pranks; and sages say— “Capricious as a child at play.” If this be true I’m sure that he Some day will send you back to me. H. G. G. ’27. Chinese Art If art is indeed the highest expression of man’s ideals, we must, in order to appreciate the beauty of art, learn to recognize the source from which it springs. Thus the first step in the study of Chinese painting should be the realization of the fact that in the Far East the arts of hand- �18 DELPHIC writing, painting, and poetry are all closely allied. To the Ch­ it doesn’t matter whether one writes a poem or paints it. 1mese mind Since the origin of Chinese painting is to be found i in the beautiful symbols of the written language, it seems best t0 begin with a history of writing. This great invention is attributed to a man named Ts’ane Chieh. He observed the shapes of things in Heaven, the forms of things on earth, the footprints of the birds and beasts on the sands Thus writing was created in the shapes of characters. These characters were originally cut with a sharp instrument upon tablets of wood or bamboo. It has been said that it was Meng Tien who invented the writing brush. This brush was made with a handle of wood; it was of deer’s tail within, and of rabbit’s fur without. Painting was the result of handwriting. The beautiful characters, originally pictures, are formed with the same swift strokes of the brush as are valued in pictorial art. One must go back two hundred years before Christ for the origin of Chinese painting. In considering Chinese painting, the distinctive attitude which the Oriental assumes towards nature must be taken into consideration. Here lies the secret of the thing. Whereas in Western art, man is given the highest position, he is only secondary to the Chinese. The men of China have ever chosen natural objects—mountains, rivers, and so forth—as messengers between themselves and the deities of heaven and earth. The Chinese artist gets the picture he wishes to paint in his very soul. He rarely paints from the object itself, but always from his 1 ea and recollection of it. This is better shown by the story of the emperor and the artist Wu Tao-tzu. The emperor sent him to portray the beau­ tiful scenery on the Chia-Ling river, and was amazed when the Pain ^ returned empty-handed. “I have it all in my heart, was the reP) Wu Tao-tzu. To appreciate the wonderful symbolism of Chinese P t0 ing, one must consider the subjects that have provided ,insP1^ $ 0f the Chinese artists. First the dragon which rules the spiritua ojnes the world and the tiger which rules the material. The heroes an of history and romance also inspire work of interest and men . ^ A division of Chinese painting, more popular, perhaps, than' ^ fond is that known as "birds and flowers”. The Chinese are Passl * town Even in these days one may see >n of both birds and flowers, in China groups of elderly gentlemen, cages >n hand' sole_m The cages to some point on the city wall where they can air the bird. the rich being used For these much loved birds are very fine, those ror extremely elaborate. of the year Flowers, too, are given much attention. To each season j0tus t° is assigned an appropriate flower, the peony to spring, winter: at summer, the chrysanthemum to autumn, and the prunus Qdna these seasons flower shows are held. When one considers �DELPHIC 19 painting has been looked on as a fine art for over two thousand years, one doesn’t wonder that certain forms have become traditional. Certain birds, beasts, and flowers convey instantly to the Chinese mind certain meanings, poetic or instructive. The Chinese people, in the height of their civilization, were consid­ ered the most intelligent and highly intellectual people that have ever lived, and their rare and wonderful paintings have come down to us through the years as evidence of their remarkable cultural development and plainly shows the characteristics of this unusual civilization. M. A. M. '27. ■j A Conspiracy That Failed The four Arabs, Abdul, Benii, Saba, and Tebjec, were among the workers who had cleared away the debris before the door of King TutAnkh-Amen’s tomb in the Valley of the Kings, and they had considered themselves underpaid—at least Saba had persuaded them that such was the case. While discussing their grievances, they had wandered from the plan of stealing some of the treasures in the tomb—when it was opened—to the more desperate one of stealing the mummy of the King itself. “But where might we conceal it?” asked Abdul, who was the most skeptical of the party. “Foolish one, thinkest thou that the white dogs could recover any­ thing hidden in that waste where we shall hide it?” He pointed to the great desert in the distance. So Abdul’s last objection was overruled, and it was agreed that on the day the tomb was to be opened and when the mummy was to be ready for removal they (the conspirators) would throw a poisonous vapor into the face of the guards. These vapors might easily be thought to come from the tomb, as the Egyptians were known to have purposely put poisonous substances into the coffins of their dead to prevent just what was happening now, the removal of the body of the deceased King. A substitute would be placed in the coffin and then plenty of time would be given for the concealment of the treasure, and then a ransom would be demanded. It was a daring plan, but an Arab stirred to wakefulness stops at nothing. The work at the tomb became more and more intense. A suppressed excitement filled the air; the press hovered around in vain, searching �20 DELPHIC for a story, but the men in charge refused to divulge anything as to when the tomb would be opened or what treasures the vault contained. Evi­ dently a robbery of some sort was feared, as they had formerly been moderately generous with information. The cowardly Abdul began to doubt again when this reached the ears of the conspirators, and after they had discussed the situation thoroughly and Tebjec reported that the tomb was to be opened the next day, he (Abdul) went off on a little mission of his own. The next morning lots were cast as to who should enter the tomb first and overpower the guards. The lot fell to Tebjec. The plan was very well organized. Abdul was to wait with a donkey cart about fifty feet from the tomb and in a direct line with the open desert; Benii was posted at the opening of the tomb, and Saba would carry off the mummy. The actual theft would take place during the afternoon siesta, imme­ diately after the formal opening of the tomb and the disclosure of the mummy of King Tut-Ankh-Amen. The conspirators, after this conference, went their ways well pleased. Even Abdul seemed hopeful and made one or two minor suggestions which were accepted. At two o’clock precisely the long sought body of the glorious Pharaoh was given to the public. At half-past three while the Valley of the Kings was unpeopled except for the guards, Tebjec strolled up unconcernedly to chat with one of the guards he knew ten minutes later the guard had succumbed to the heat of the afternoon sun. Saba entered the vault, but his purpose was delayed, so overawed was e by the sights which met his eyes. Couches of gold, vases, jewels, statues of the King’s attendants in gold, vultures, daggers, garnets, dishes a gold and set with the most dazzling of jewels, It would be impossible to give a coherent picture of that which met the eyes of Saba, it was all so confusingly magnificent, beyond the dream of any humans, But the room where the King’s body lay was the most awe-inspiring, for ^ was as if the dirty soul of the camel driver had come before his judge. Saba approached the coffin and looked down at the face of the ea Pharaoh with its calm air of command, its nobility of brow, then *11S^ traveled down the body, he fingered the beautiful chasing of vu ^ and other royal emblems on the chest of the King, gazed avaricious) the jeweled daggers, at the crown, the greatest masterpiece of the wo ^ Then suddenly as he bent to lift the mummy out of its resting P a , a gun was leveled at him and two guards surrounded him. Saba ut er ,on. shrill cry and before the guards could speak Abdul outside with t e key-cart had gone the way of all traitors. ,, Saba I arrest thee in the name of the all-powerful government, For submitted passively, for he knew that Abdul had been dealt wit • his sudden courage had aroused the suspicion of the other Arabs a ^ had been given the place of mule-tender for that very reason, a guard had been placed over him with instructions. I he ways and means of the Orient are all-powerful. B. P. ’26- A �DELPHIC Wanted: An Inspiration I want to write—I have a longing to create something— But somehow every subject that I may consider seems so trite. To speak of “Night”—Oh Night! that sculptors have carved! Are there not already enough Nights! “Nights and days, and birds and bees, Singing nymphs and tall lone trees. Country roads and city walls, The deep blue seas or the great high falls. A foreign city, an ancient town— A specie of people, white or brown— All of nature, good or bad, all of life that’s gay or sad. These things are trite I say—trite! I’m tired of all these things, 1 long for something new— Where is that which sometimes comes, infrequently to few? Inspiration! That’s the thing that causes works of art, Taking its guise as beauty or hate, or prickings on the heart. Yes—Inspiration I say—Love—Hate—Pain—Sorrow— This is all that that means— To write of Love one must have loved— The same with hate or fear. But I insist!—These things have come, they are already spoken! Our shelves are filled with poets’ works—their new attraction-broken. I want to write, I have a longing to create something— But somehow every subject that 1 may consider seems so trite! But when I come to really think, I guess it’s I that’s wrong, For nature’s charms are multitude, and in each there s a song. I’m just one mortal looking hard for Inspiration’s key But Inspiration’s door is locked, that is, it’s locked to me. M. B. ’26. 21 �22 DELPHIC Heart Trouble I am the poor heart of a pleasure loving girl. Each morning the shock of a screaming telephone makes me jolt and awakens her. If it isn’t Dick, it is Paul or Reg wanting her to play a game of tennis, a few holes of golf or perhaps to go to the river for a swim. She jumps out of the warm bed into a cold shower—the shock of that alone is enough to make me irritable for the rest of the day, but I have learned to endure much more than that. If it’s tennis this time, we dash to the wardrobe, and if for a moment she believes that her new white tennis frock, that she has counted on, is too badly rumpled to wear, I am obliged to sink, 1 rise then with another jolt when she decides to wear the daffodil crepe and we have only enough time left to gulp down a cup of that miserable drug called coffee, and whiz away. A golf morning is much the same unless she forces me to beat faster by foolishly liking her companion better than usual. Oh, but that swim in the river! She thinks that this is a rare sport but as she climbs up the ladder to the very highest diving board—try as she will she cannot make me cease to flutter, and I will sink when she plunges head first into the green water. It’s my privilege and I must! In winter she coasts and skates around on ice and moves so quickly that I scarecly get over one. big thrill when I am made to undergo another, until I am so weak that we must go home and rest for awhile before she does any more. Instead of giving me my muchly needed rest she picks up a disgraceful novel and as she reads the sentimental stuff I am started to pounding madly again while I curse the authors of the trash and pray that some day again it will be the style to whisper soft sounding verses that are soothing to my overworked self. Evening comes and we rush off to a club dance and try as I will I cannot help but stand still as our escort’s car flies past all others and c ose y escapes colliding with them. When there is a rush for her dances, w en ow words are spoken in her ears, when a compliment is given, no,,cT°St^\u ^hen a kiss is cleverIY st°len, I jump, flutter, stop, start, habit of0 ' 611 ^eat V1Ci°USly a§a*n- 1 must. It has now become a bad mine. Of all thinpT- Hmi? ze Wlth me- 1 am sure- Ah! here he is. What? serious1 Hein r n piT ll-S 0n^y a attack of indigestion—nothing serious. Help_I m fluttering again-what’s the use? 8 M. J. ’27. �DELPHIC 23 The Figure in Black Red Eye, the notorious highwayman, was abroad. Peter, the humble wine-taster at the king's court, had learned this as he stopped at the inn to chat that evening. He had learned also that it was a dangerous night to be out, as already several travelers had come into the inn to narrate tales of horror to the people there. When Peter passed out of the town he could not have denied that his knees were shaking, and that there was a curious creeping feeling up and down his spine. Yes, the road was lonely, and he knew there were many excellent places in which to be accosted and robbed along those three miles he must walk. But soon his mind was centered on one thing. What was that noise behind him? Ah, the wind, perhaps. That flash! It was certainly the butt of a pistol. No, he could beathe again, It was the moon shining on a pool of water. But! A form, a human form. A human form wrapped in a black cloak, a dark hat pulled far over the eyes. There it was, dodging through the trees just ahead of him Pausing, rushing on, then pausing again. Stop? He could not. An ambush, probably. He must keep on, for he could, perhaps, dash by this person, doubtless Red Eye, if he was accosted. Oh! Why had he not been armed with more than a dagger. That figure, where was it now? Certainly he must be near the town. Yes, a light, But ever that gliding figure. Almost upon him, pausing, rushing on. It was unbearable. Why did he not jump out on him? At least it would be better than this suspense. Ah! His own house! Then his heart almost stopped beating, for the figure clothed in black had burst open the door of his home, and slammed it behind him. With a gasp, Peter summoned up all his courage, opened the door, and strode in, his hand on the hilt of his knife. There in a corner a boyish figure was crouched. A cry, then- "Father,” sobbed a voice, "I thought you were Red Eye!” J, W. '28. .*»■ The Pup and the Wasp . One sunny morning last spring I was watching my collie pup try to catch grasshoppers. He chased them as they flew through the air, pounced on them when they lit, and promptly gobbled them up. He was not hungry because he was fatter than any puppy needs to be, but it probably was fun to catch the jumpy things, and perhaps they are good,— who knows? Judging from the way he shook his head while he chewed �24 DELPHIC and swallowed them, they kicked around and tickled as they them up went down his throat. He had been playing this way for about fifteen minutes when I heard an angry growl. The pup seemed to be having a hard time with that particular victim. He gave it one bite, then spit it out and whined, look­ ing at it curiously. Again and again he tried to eat it, but always it seemed to burn his tongue. This roused my curiosity so 1 went over to what had been a healthy wasp but was then a him. He was trying to eat very dilapidated specimen, All that day his tongue was so swollen and sore that he could not eat, a fact which he has not forgotten, for he never catches grasshoppers any more. M. E. H Sp. ’26. Personality in the Handshake Have you ever noticed the difference in handshakes? It is very interesting. I do not think they display personality as much as different types of mannerisms, Yet, I suppose that in their turn these disclose personality, so it all amounts to the same thing, although some affecta­ tions are so carefully studied as to completely conceal one’s individuality, or lack of it. Did you ever see two young men of the so-called “collegiate” type approach each other with their right arms forming perfect semi-circles and the fingers of their right hands wide-stretched, and hear them boom heartily, “Pleased to meet you, my name’s Jones”? This type is fairly common, but only once have 1 seen two boys shake hands together this way. It happened last summer, when two of our male acquaintances first met. There they stood, true examples of the “collegian”, trousers Egging exquisitely over highly polished brogues and their arms forming a perfect S . It was ridiculous, and yet such a masterpiece of affected art that I could not laugh. Then there are the people who grasp one’s fingers limply, and coldly murmur some conventional greeting. I am not sure just what type of personality this indicates, but 1 know a word that in my opinion describes t exactly. It is aenemic . This group includes those who slip their ands into yours and immediately withdraw them, without the slighest gg stion of a real handshake. Do you recall having seen men meet on �DELPHIC 25 the street, evidently old friends who haven’t met for some time? And the way they stand, simply pumping each other’s arms while they ask about the wife and kiddies? Worst of all, have you suffered that embarrassing moment when two people are introduced and are not sure whether or not they should shake hands? One timorously extends his hand an inch or so, then hastily withdraws it. By this time, the other has his hand out to meet the first half way, so the latter hurriedly thrusts his hand out again, And so it goes. They usually compromise with a forced and sickly smile. Personally, I always let the other make the first move and make my grasp as much like his as possible. 1 have made mistakes, though, and oh, that sinking feeling when 1 was prepared for a warm, hearty clasp and felt one of those insufferable “fish” handshakes. C. I. ’26. �DELPHIC 26 To the Day Students When Friday comes most girls are glad, Because the week is done. No more English; no more French, No more Latin One. Geometry doesn’t bother them, They leave it until Monday. For the movies change on Saturday, And one doesn’t work on Sunday. That’s not the way to do it! You should let your conscience rule you. Force yourself to study! Don’t let it try to fool you. Keep your eye on the boarders. Watch and see what they do. And whatever you find them doing, Then that’s the thing for you. Now every Friday afternoon, And seldom a Friday is missed. Is posted on the bulletin board, A nice deficiency list. Every time your name is mentioned, It means you study an hour. But that’s the way with this weary world, You must take the sweet with the sour. They say that life is a football game, And we are but the ball. Fate does all the playing, And we do nothing at all. Now that may be all right at times, But it doesn’t work at all in school. You may think you’re fooling your teachers, But tis only yourself, you fool. Fate has nothing to do with it. You alone can play the game. If your grades drop down to nothing, You have only yourself to blame. I hat list is Bm to ten ySS'wtr;^ sTnd. So take the hint and lstudy, And not fear the final- exam. Get your daily lessons. Don t cram at the very end Just take a look uu^ue, And do as they do, my friend For every Saturda^ morning Eve'rv Vr Week ro11* round, tn def,CIent boarder In the study hall can be found. Perhaps they do not like it, But they do it anyway, They^ever1 have* rn T be their choice For “WORK Andfin0m?° of t0 sav.dhoolEASURE''' i( seems, H. L. ’27. �DELPHIC 21 On the Outside A touseled mass of red hair, sunburnt ears, and a tanned and dirty little neck, a sturdy back covered with a mussed and soiled blue shirt, corduroy knickers hanging down at one knee, and socks and shoes that showed the results of valiant slides to first base, were all 1 could see of a small young man perched on a rickety sawhorse, with his eye glued to a knothole in the disgustingly tall and unforgiveable fence surrounding the baseball field. “Gee Crickety, Spike!” he yelled to another youngster standing impatiently by, “y’oughta see that fellow shoot to first—say, he’s beating it to second. Out! Aw what a dumbbell; say, I could do better than that. Oh boy! Mac’s up! If he doesn’t make a homer I’ll be off him for life. Gee, Spike! Just a minute. Aw, be a sport. Atta boy! Hard!” But at that point, “Spike” gave him a violent shove and took his place at the coveted peephole. As the boy spun around, I found myself facing a very freckled face with large, excited eyes, and a small, determined mouth with rather a disgusted expression. His hands were extremely dirty and he wiped them constantly over his too warm face, which made him look as though he had been recently dragged through a mud puddle. At the sight of an audience he began excitedly narrating to me what he had seen of the game, bragging of what he knew of baseball, his playing, contemptuously pointing out the faults of the players. He continued this way for some time when he suddenly realized that “Spike” had had more than his share of watching and shoving him out of the way, with a satisfied grin he promptly forgot everything but the wonderful sight before him. F. L. ’28. .**• Physics Proves Practical College—that goal of every high school girl’s ambition—seemed very far away to Catherine Edwards as she thought of the future while half pondering over an open school book. She was extremely anxious to obtain a university education if possible; but financial circumstances were prohibitive. The Edwards family resided in the small Oregon town of Fairfield, and Mr. Edwards’ income as a traveling salesman was too small to enable him to send his children to college. Nevertheless, Catherine’s parents encouraged her to study diligently, and thus be prepared should opportunity arise. This Saturday afternoon, however, she found it difficult to concentrate upon physics, a subject which she thoroughly detested. Equipped with a cup of water, a bar magnet and a magnetized needle she finally completed an experiment in magnetism, which, though simple, so exhausted her patience that she i �28 DELPHIC , thP textbook down upon the table. The unexpected clatter caused hefyounger sister, Alice, to hurry into the room. •tm* nhvsics is awful!” Catherine cried, glad to have an auditor to whoSe'couid unburden her mind “And if 1 didn't have to study for exams I’d never open the book again. “\Vhv Katy' I have always thought that physics would be inter­ esting- and it is supposed to be practical as well." ‘it’is supposed to be,” commented Catherine ironically, “but it isn’t. What is there practical, for instance, in knowing that if an iron bar is magnetized the molecules are in parallel lines. This animated discussion had not been unnoticed by Mrs. Edwards, who was in an adjoining room, and she advised her daughter to overcome this dislike for the study. But Catherine replied that it was impossible for her to like such a tiresome array of laws and statements, and that she could endure no more science that day. Having thus delivered herself, she thrust the needle in her middy and put away the other articles she had been using. This had hardly been accomplished when Catherine’s chum, Vivian Hall, appeared in the doorway, carrying a basket of lunch. She was eager for her friend to accompany her on a stroll to the woods. To this proposal Catherine was entirely agreeable, and her mother rather reluctantly assented. The girls started with exuberant spirits. As they walked they talked, and their conversation, after touching on many themes, eventually turned to a discussion of a robbery which had occurred in Fairfield the previous night. Old Mr. Hornbeck, a bachelor-miser who lived at the edge of the village, had, like Silas Marner, returned to his cottage to discover that his hoarded gold, amounting to thousands of dollars, was gone. Two men, supposedly tramps, had left tracks near the doorway, and, with the coming of daylight, the sheriff had traced these footprints for several miles along the main highway. There they were lost, and as there were no other clues, a further energetic search for the robbers had proved unavailing. A half-hour’s walk down a grass-grown.. country road brought the girls to the wood, where the cool shade was a welcome relief from the glaring summer sun. Birds warbled joyously in the tree tops, golden sunbeams filtered through the screen of leaves overhead, suffusing the soft carpet of grass and flowers with a mellow hue. Butterflies flitted merrily over t e fragrant blossoms, and the low, incessant hum of insects arose from crfcketaSS> accentuatec* occasionally by the harsh rasping of a woo • Ami? these pleasant surroundings, a small woodland stream came into f *as appropriately named Silver Creek, for the shining water de^ dt lke a ?,lvery ribb°n between tree-clad banks. The two friends ea their luncheon beside this babbling brook. With a gay �DELPHIC 29 smile Catherine quoted: “I come from haunts of coot and hern: I make a sudden sally—” and, with these words she playfully snatched the lunch basket from Vivian. They seated themselves comfortably on the mossy trunk of a fallen tree, and were soon enjoying their dainty meal. Catherine was eating a sandwich when a large, blue-bronze butterfly floated before her eyes. With a gasp of surprise she pointed to the insect: “There’s the very swallow-tail I must have to complete my zoology collection!’’ she ex­ claimed. “Oh! How 1 wish I had brought my butterfly net!” But bounding to her feet and calling to her companion to bring the lunch basket and follow, Catherine doffed her sport hat and commenced the pursuit. The butterfly easily evaded her, and, reaching the bank of the stream, it fluttered over to the other side. The brook was shallow, however, and stepping-stones were numerous; so Catherine crossed and resumed the chase. The gaudy insect was as elusive as a shadow, but after what seemed hours, the girl’s perseverance triumped and the mag­ nificent specimen was captured. Vivian had overtaken her companion, and the breathless girls sank down upon the grass to rest before starting for home. During the chase while concentrating every faculty upon the swallow-tail, they paid little attention to their surroundings. Now they noticed that the sky was as­ suming a leaden aspect. In alarm, Vivian turned to her companion: “Where are we? I have never seen this part of the woods before!” With widening eyes the girls surveyed the ring of great, dark firs surrounding the small glade in which they were seated. Then Catherine began to realize the truth of the situation. “I am afraid we are lost , she said. “I don’t know which way to go, but we’ll have to hurry if we get home before dark.” A low mutter of thunder rolled and resounded in the distance. Turn­ ing their faces heavenwards the girls saw that clouds were overspreading the sky, while the evergreen branches swayed and moaned dismally in a rising breeze. These and other indications plainly heralded the approach of a heavy storm. Noticing that Vivian, two years her junior, was on the verge of tears, Catherine said resolutely, with a brave attempt to stifle a tremor in her own voice: “I think it is my fault that were lost. Mother has often told me not to cross the creek as the woods are wild over here; and I remembered this when I started over, but I didn t intend to go far. I am to blame for this, and I must find the way home. So taking the lead, Catherine attempted to retrace her footsteps, but after a long, weary walk she found herself apparently deeper in the woods and hopelessly bewildered. The sky became darker, and the gloom under the tall timber deepened into the shades of twilight; heavy peals of thunder crashed frequently and vivid lightning darted over the heavens. Suddenly Vivian burst into �30 DELPHIC tears. Catherine then spoke as encouragingly as possible Let’s tr\ another way,” she suggested, “and perhaps it will be the right one. „„ n 1 After hurrying on for some distance in a different directio n.' the girls found themselves on the edge of a clearing. They stood m a grown path which led through a straggling apple orchard of half-dead trees which stretched ghostly, moss-covered branches towards the sky. Old orchards such as this are sometimes found near abandoned dwellings in the Oregon woods; and. as a spring bubbled near, the girls looked through the trees expecting to see a building; sure enough, the pathway ended at the porch of an ancient house. Grass and bushes grew profusely around it; and the sunken porch, broken windows, and sagging roof lent an air of uncanniness to the dismal structure, Near the house were the bare rafters of an unfinished barn. And, completing this desolate picture, the clearing of several acres was entirely bordered by a tall, black fringe of firs. Recalling photographs they had seen of the house and halfbuilt barn, the girls realized with a start that this must be the place where, years before, a man had hanged himself from those very rafters. Indeed, since then, the buildings which they had never expected to see under such circumstances, were reputed to be haunted. The roar of the fast approaching storm added to their apprehension as with quickening heart beats they stood undecidedly gazing at the disquieting scene. Suddenly both girls whirled in mortal terror. A great crash burst from the underbrush nearby, and a black bear lumbered across the trail, startingly close. “Any port in a storm” was the mutual thought of the girls as they turned from the forest and hurried toward the house, pre­ ferring its uninviting shelter to the perils of the dark wood. Before they arrived the rain was falling in torrents. Too frightened to open the mouldering door, they found shelter behind a large box at one end of the porch. While leaning against it, watching the driving storm, they were startled by a succession of low, mysterious sounds coming from within the house. Instantly their thoughts turned to the ghost stories they had heard concerning the place. The noises continued intermittently for several seconds and then the door opening on the long porch swung on creaking hinges. Peering through cracks in the box, the terrified girls saw a roughly clad man appear in the semi-darkness of the doorway. He stood there gazing into the stormy night, and after a seemingly end­ less time, turned and re-entered the house. f Glancing at Vivian, Catherine saw that her friend was in a stupor o fear, and too terror-strickent to speak or move. With a sudden sense o her responsibility, Catherine realized that, being the older girl, she mus remain calm and summon all her courage. So with the utmost caution. she crawled to a window and looked through. She watched the man enter an inner room. The dim rays of a smoky lantern on a table re­ vealed the rough, hard features of another man, a bearded giant o fellow, bending over something that glistened. Catherine’s staring e> �DELPHIC 31 caught the yellow glint of gold. The man was fingering over and ap­ parently counting a heap of shining coins! Then in a low whisper she acquainted her companion with this startling discovery. They agreed that the men inside were undoubtedly the thieves, and knew that not an instant was to be lost in escaping from the place before their presence became known. They slipped quietly from the porch and fled across the clearing, not daring to pause until they were again in the dense shadows of the now friendly wood. By this time the storm had abated, and a full moon was peeping timidly through rifts in the clouds. It diffused enough light to enable them to find their way home had they known the right direction. Cath­ erine had heard that the old haunted house was located directly south of town; home, therefore, must be north of the spot where they now stood. “What would 1 not give for a compass to show us the way!” thought the girl, “As it is, I fear there is no choice but to spend the night in the forest. At the thought she despairingly clutched the breast of her blouse. A sharp exclamation of pain followed the movement. And, in the next instant, the girl gave another cry, smothered, but hopeful, as a sudden idea, inspired by the prick of the forgotten needle, flashed through her brain. From the lunch basket which Vivian still carried, Catherine took a cup and filled it at the spring near the edge of the clearing. She se­ lected a level spot and placed the cup in a moonlit area, unshadowed by timber. Taking the needle in her fingers she laid it carefully on the surface of the water, where it floated lightly, supported by the surface tension of the fluid. Attracted by the north magnetic pole of the earth, the tiny bit of steel swung slowly around, and at last became stationary, with its magnetized tip pointing northward,-—indicating the homeward way to the thankful girls. After going in the right direction for a quarter of a mile they entered an open glade, where, upon seeing a pool of water shimmering in the moonlight, they decided to correct their course. The carefully treasured needle and the cup were produced, and the former experiment was repeated. Continuing northward they came at length to an old road which fortunately led directly toward home. As the returning wanderers rounded a bend in the road the lights of an automobile flashed through the trees ahead. The girls tried to conceal themselves in the bushes, for they did not know who might be driving a car on this lonely road. But they were discovered! The machine came to a halt nearby, and above the pounding of the engine a gruff voice commanded: “Hands up, or I’ll shoot!” They obeyed, as a beam from a flashlight was turned upon them. The next instant a cheery voice boomed out, “Well, well, if here aren’t �32 DELPHIC the lost babes in the woods!” The man stepped from the car as he spoke, and the girls recognized their friend, the county sheriff. “1 must have given you girls quite a scare,” he said. “When I first saw you I thought you might be the thieves I’ve been searching for all day—the ones who got old Hornbeck’s money. Your folks got word to me before dark that you were lost, and since then I’ve been trying to kill two birds with one stone—hunt robbers and keep a lookout for you at the same time. Well, we’ll turn back towards town now and forget about those fellows for tonight.” “No! No!” cried the girls in unison, to the great surprise of the sheriff; and then they proceeded to tell their story, punctuating it pro­ fusely with gasps for breath, as they were tired and excited. The sheriff, who was accompanied by two deputies, determined to attempt the capture of the outlaws at once, before they should change their place of rendezvous. One deputy and the girls remained at the car, while the sheriff and the other officer pushed on in the direction of the old house. An hour later they returned with all of the gold and the two hand­ cuffed outlaws. The ruffians stared in sullen amazement when the sheriff pointed to the girls and remarked casually: “These are the young ladies who discovered your hiding place.” Within another half-hour, the auto, with its strangely assorted load, turned into the main street of Fairfield. The girls were soon safely at home and the desperadoes were landed in jail. The news of the affair spread quickly, as news will in a small town; and while Catherine, tired but happy, was relating her adventures to the family, there was a knock at the door and Mr. Hornbeck entered. He was a quiet little old man, who, for many years, had held aloof from his neighbors, and had seldom spoken more than a few half-mumbled words to anyone. An almost unbelievable change had come over him. Grati­ tude for the recovery of his money had thawed his icy reserve until he radiated good will. He thanked Catherine warmly for the part she had » PlaYed in the return of his gold—a leading role, in his opinion, for he was sure that the thieves would have eluded the sheriff and made their escape but for her timely discovery. Then he expressed the desire to reward her in some fitting way, and made this surprising suggestion. t ^°U *° ta^e a c°Hege course at my expense?” Oh. I would dearly love to!” cried Catherine. “But I don’t deserve such a wonderful reward.” fr»r^r Hornbeck, however, was determined to use a part of his money rest ,purposJr> as he would have plenty left to support him for the for an pnt'dayS* S° When he deParted he left a sum sufficient to provide Befnr,lretCOUrs® at one of the leading universities. which betnlTlnfg’ Cathenne surprised her family with an announcement physics "I h6 3 c°mP*ete reversal of her former hostile attitude t0'v‘l pnysics. I have changed my mjnd science;, she gajd “A little �DELPHIC 33 zs&zrs iuasnsf& rsus course at college—physics is so practical!” M. M. ’26. .«»■ • Jhe?e baIIads were written in twenty minutes as a part of class work in English 111: THE NAUGHTY KITTENS A big grey cat sat on a fence, Beside her sat the kittens; Their little paws were always white Because they all wore mittens. Their faces dirty always were Until their mother said: If you can’t keep your faces clean. You all will go to bed. And so the kittens three and four All had to go to bed; But instead of sleeping as they should, They all sat up and read. G. B. ’27. There lived a maid in Arthur’s reign, So sweet and fair was she The knights from all the country round Her beauty came to see. A peasant hard by her did dwell And land was forced to till. He lacked the lineage of the knights But hoped to win her still. And when her hand the maiden gave, ’Twas not to courtiers bold, But to the one who tilled the soil For love meant more than gold. S. M. ’27. .**■ An Opinion of Art Hundreds of years ago, a figure, shaggy and unkept, labored over a piece of stone, leaving as a forerunner of the beautiful paintings which now hang in sacred museums, a crude scratching of a beast. He had no conception of beauty, his work symbolized the essentials of his life, ani­ mals and trees, an occasional rough figure, and he lived in a world more �34 DELPHIC beautiful than any artist could place on canvas, or any writer could type on paper. To the world, art came with civilization, while the beauty of art has prevailed from the beginning of time. To a ragged urchin staring wide-eyed at the chalk marks which a tolerant policeman scratches on an uneven wall, the lines are a master­ piece, and placed beside a priceless canvas would leave the painting unnoticed. A great many people are not interested in anything but the pursuit of wealth, would term art as anything encased in a frame, or after seeing the works of masters, come away criticizing them as “boring daubs.” Art is not for such people, and though they do not think they are losing anything, half of the beauty in their lives is thrown away, for self. While those who have never had the opportunities of seeing a gallery or exquisite paintings, appreciate the beauty of a tiny square gay with screaming children and drifts of colored leaves; the spring seen flicker­ ing in a narrow alley and a small strip of grass budding with crocuses. So art is unlimited, It is more than a sketch, a portrait, an oil painting, or a statue. There is a haughty mountain mirrored in a lake, a wind swept cliff overhanging an angry ocean, a giant oak glorying in her autumn plumage, where a poet could dream, where an artist might seek inspiration, and anyone searching for art and beauty would find them. Art and beauty are closely connected; without beauty there would not be art. Beauty is an essential in life, and if one wishes to find it, no matter who he is, or what, he will find it. S. M. ’27. .**• Conclusions 1. The Past was Present, and the Present was Future, therefore the Future is Past. 2, The Present is the realization of a near Future—there is that tv,e1Cp IS 3 <^’stanIt future) but it is quickly overcome by the swiftness of “F,t,,‘!”e(n\,anS thlS Swift "Present” wrathfully turns the overcome Future to the Past. Future is an eternal family, as it were. famMv pnHSen'-iS u6 eternal “fickle member” which has left the Future am V into P, l mured 3nd Jealousy turns aI> members of the Future family into Past, which is dead, or Death. Future that4.evist am, and Pastv are~ 0nty 0nes of the three “states of being S^srthatfabVlhTFiS SmSTSTJ Present^so^cplick 1 y becomes �DELPHIC 35 But the Future eventually turns to Present; therefore, the Present is merely a part of the Future which drifts into Past. If such is the case, are we living in the Past or the Future? Or are we standing in that part of the Future which is Present, the link, as it were, to the Past? That must be it; we are living in the portion of the Future which is Present, standing against the tide which would push us into the Past with the Present that must become Past—only Death can push us into the Past. M. B. ’26. <» People Who Receive Advice People who receive advice, often asked for, and still more often unasked for, seldom thank those who give it. Therefore, it would seem but natural if the “wise counsellors” of this world were to disappear gradually. Yet there are those who have a mania for saying at every crisis, “If I were you I wouldn’t,” or “If I were you I would”. The ques­ tion arises as to whether you would look well with bobbed hair. You immediately obtain advice, “Oh, if I were you I wouldn’t do it. If you want my honest opinion, you’ll look terrible.” A feeling arises within you impulsively that your friend “has her nerve” and the next day you have your hair bobbed, just because you were told you would look “terrible”. You want an opinion on a certain book. “Oh, don’t read it; it’s perfectly ghastly!” So you read it and find it very interesting. The worst species of “If I were you’s” is the brand that imagine themselves kind missionaries, to correct with kindly advice the faults of us lesser mortals and to guide us into the path of the virtuous. Miss Spratt calls on you. She feels it her absolute duty to warn you that a certain young man has been known to play poker, “and if I were you I wouldn’t have a thing to do with him, my dear.” Now you had probably consid­ ered the “certain young man” a dreadful bore, but the fact that you were warned against him makes you decide that maybe after all he wasn’t so bad, and you’ll give him a date for Tuesday night. The weather gets colder. Mother or Aunty, says, “I hope, my dear, hat you weren’t thinking of going without your coat today. It’s beastly cold. You were on the verge of putting your coat on, but the idea that you were told to causes an argument to ensue concerning the temperature. You take your bosom friend with you, when buying a new hat. After much trying on” the choice narrows down to two. “Which one do you u,„eAbest> th® bIue or ^e other one?” “Oh, if I were you, I’d take the ue one. Honey-dew spots so easily, and it isn’t half so serviceable.” h^Tfy°U re nght- Sti11 1 don’t know-” You take the blue hat, and ate it forever after because it is so serviceable; or you take the honey- �36 DELPHIC dew and it spots; and you decide that your friend was right, but—. There is always a “but5’; it can’t be helped so long as advice is offered and accepted. Perhaps the person, who resents the advice he seeks, most greatly, is the man who asks his wife her opinion of his necktie or any other purchase made with distinctly masculine taste. ‘ How do you like my tie, dear? Pretty sporty, eh?’’ “I was just wondering who wished that danger signal on you”. “What’s the matter with it? Nice colors, green and red, as far as I can see. “Yes, they’re very pretty at Christmas time, but—’’ “Go on. Say it. I know what you’re thinking. “Well, you asked me what 1 thought, and 1 told you. I knew what would happen.” “And so on far, far into the night.” Mrs. Smith considers it her duty to inform Johnny’s mother that every time Johnny has a nickel for a pencil, he spends it for an ice cream cone, “And if I were you, I’d give him a good spanking. Of course, if 1 weren’t a friend of yours, 1 wouldn’t say this; but 1 know you’ll understand.” Johnny’s sin is immediately dismissed. Mrs. Smith is considered a “busy body,” “and if 1 were that woman, I’d watch my own children. The stories they tell are frightful.” All these kinds of “If 1 were you’s” are harmless, although often annoying; but there is another branch which is really a menace to the public. How many people spurning advice have come to grief, and how many people, taking advice, who might have, if guided by their better judgment, done the right thing? We understand there is no giving and taking in marriage in the next world, and perhaps there is no giving and taking advice. B. P. ’26. -♦» ^ * Our Visit to the Fox Farm When school was out and the warm summer weather had begun, we went to one of our fox farms for a few weeks’ visit. We started about five o clock one morning when everything was quiet and no one was on the streets. It took us about twenty-four hours to get to the fox island. But we surely had some dreadful frights during those hours, which seemed exceedingly long. One thing was that Judy, our dog, fell in the bay three times. Another was the unpleasant rocking of the boat. When we arrived at Emmonds Island there were friends there to greet us. We ate and visited with them that day. The next day we started to explore. As soon as Judy saw the little foxes, she began chasing them. Of course this would never do, so Miss Judy had to live on the boat for the remainder of her visit. �DELPHIC 37 During our visit we saw an eagle and one of the men shot it. Now there were plenty of eagles around there so it did not arouse our sym­ pathy when one was killed. The foxes had been disappearing and the eagles were suspected of eating them. We went ashore to take a good look at it and thought it would be an easy matter to lift it. Both Esther and 1 tried, but that was the best we could do, for it was impossible for us to move that heavy bird. Finally the men dragged it into the water. One day when mother and we were tired of having nothing of special interest to do, we decided to take a hike into the woods, and follow deer paths for hours and hours. At last we discovered that we had lost our way but walked on. because on an island you are bound to reach the shore if you keep on going. During our hike we came to a lagoon. It was most interesting. On the lake was a flock of ducks, a mother and her eight babies. The banks were covered with little baby frogs; the largest was only about one-half inch long. We took some home with us but they didn’t live long. We found many curios before reaching the shore and home. We went swimming in the cold ocean, went picnicking and picked berries, but our interest in these things wore off in time and we were ready to sail for home in a couple of weeks. E. K. '28. .**■ Japan Japan, the most beautiful country of the East; the sunken gardens arrayed with beautiful cherry trees; the sun casting a golden light on their pink blossoms; gorgeous flowers in pastel colors bobbing their heads around in the cool breeze wafted from the sea; the purple wisteria winding around a carved pagoda; ponds with yellow and white lilies floating around in their still waters; lovely women clothed in robes of satin brocaded with gold and silver, walking leisurely up and down the paths; and as a background for this beautiful scene, towering Mount Fujiyama with its caps of snow. Down the street you walk, finding places where the earthquake of a few years ago left its traces. Far above the buildings fly the gay flags with Dragons painted on them. Blue-clad men carrying packs on their backs and on their shoulders; the gaily dressed children playing in the streets; people stopping at the stalls along the street. Farmers, conspic­ uously dressed, with huge round hats on their heads, have come with their products to the city, their feet muddy from the flooded fields where they were planting rice. This beautiful land of gay colors is Japan, which I long to see. K. J. ’28. �38 DELPHIC Portland and London If one has entered the city of London by way of a trip from the sea up the Thames, and likewise after a singular trip up the Columbia and Willamette rivers, has come to Portland, one would immediately recog­ nize how singularly alike the approaches to the cities are; for with the older city one would find many evidences of age and permanency. Port­ land, on" the other hand, has no such general indication of this state; for, being a city in the making, there is much that is temporary, while London is particularly rich in historic buildings which have touches of antiquity and tradition. Surrounded by a rugged line of mountain scenery, Portland is found uniquely situated in a country of attractive beauty, while London, on the other hand hemmed in by congested areas of artisans’ homes, tenement houses, factories, and manufactories, is surrounded by pastoral scenes and romantic hamlets. M. S. ’27. .*»• The Monotony of Being Good The title sounds as though “being good” was a bore and I shouldn’t be surprised if that opinion had a good many adherents, so 1 shall take the opposite side, not so much with the desire to be different, but because my sentiments lean that way. First, we must have a thorough understanding as to what “being good” signifies. Probably few have ever bothered to investigate Webster’s version. If you had, you would have been surprised to see the many meanings it has. The word was originally “good”, meaning “fitting” or akin ; but our translation is “highly commendable, admirable, well be­ haved, decorous, socially in good repute”. “A good name is better than piecious ointment came from the lips or pen of some great reformer. Perhaps a modern translation would be “a good rep is as precious as rare, and in certain places it is becoming extinct. I am not urging a social renaissance or anything similar, but in these terribly modern times, to use the vernacular, it is a “kick” to be good, because you are sure to be original, In fact it is not monotonous; it is a source of constant pleasure. To quote another unknown, but conscientious writer, “Virtue is its own reward . It is that It brings you self-respect and if you respect yourprobably ,lke yourself. If you like yourself, you have one bu™onvincingSaneast y ‘° ^ y°U *" adversity' Rather roundab0Ut' behaved 'l!'0 WarJtS tc! be ^’ghly commendable, admirable, decorous, well behaved, etc., unless it gets him something? Perhaps that is being mer- �DELPHIC 39 cenary, but even though it isn’t monotonous, I didn’t say it wasn’t hard work to keep not only within the boundaries of convention, but a long way from the edge. We are dealing with extremes, you know. When you refuse to do something which would be indecorous, don’t consider yourself a martyr. That would “indeed” be monotonous. Don’t think you are suffering in order to perfect civilization. Don’t say resign­ edly that you will get your reward outside of this fickle world. Just say, “Susie, you are good, and I certainly like your style.” A. H. ’26. .*#- On a High Sea I had been lying in my berth all day, trying to be a good sailor. As yet, I was unsuccessful, but the good stewardess was hopeful, and insisted on poking her head in the door regularly every half hour to see that I was comfortable, which I was not, and to tell me that chicken broth, fresh fruit of any kind, a cup of tea, or even a glass of scalded milk would cure my ills in no time. At five o’clock when she appeared, 1 asked her weakly if the sea wasn’t pretty rough this afternoon. “Bless you heart, no,’ she replied. “Why, I’ve seen some storms in my day, such as you can’t imagine. The waves rollin’ clean over the ship, and me not one bit seasick,” and with this cheerful admonition, she went bustling out. Evidently I fell asleep, for it was dark when I awoke to find myself being rolled uncomfortably about in my berth. Through the portholes I could see the dim outline of the water line rising and falling, with many splashes of white spray, and outside I could hear the running back and forth of many feet. Soon the stewardess had burst into the room, bring­ ing with her a good dash of salt water. She sat down panting by the bed, and commenced talking so fast that I was forced to make her stop and begin again. Yes, she said the sea was rough. A gale had sprung up and was blowing so violently that the waves were constantly breaking over the deck. After a detailed description of conditions outside, she left, letting in another dash of spray. The waves grew stronger, and as each came pounding onto the deck, it seemed that the ship must surely sink or capsize under the force of the water. I sat up for a long time, holding my breath at the awfulness of the sound, but at last I went off to sleep. The next morning my friend the stewardess hustled into the room. “For, Miss,” she exclaimed, “that was the roughest sea I ever did see. Two lifeboats and everything loose carried overboard. “Yes,” I agreed, “it was rough. But could I have some chicken broth, some fresh fruit, a cup of tea, or even a glass of scalded milk? J. W. ’28. �40 DELPHIC The Cat Man Study hour was over and as everybody had had a full day and was nfyss»d.=r -T««-* one°roome 1Se%TdntotUthSk Su^abouSis, although^ had noticed how queerly the girls had acted earlier in the evening. Five minutes before the last bell all the girls dashed to their rooms the long way wound instead of taking the shorter way through the hall as they had been accustomed to doing. Later— after the lights were out _Miss Knight came around to the different dormitories to see if everybody was all right, She noticed that all the windows were closed and bolted. In one of the rooms, she went to the window and started to open it; but as she did so she heard an exclamation of horror from the bed and was begged to leave it closed. She was very much surprised, and de­ manding to know the reason was informed that it was too cold with it open Miss Knight, doubting the truth of this statement, determined to investigate further into the matter. At various intervals during the night, she walked through the dormi­ tories to see if she could solve the mystery. Every time she went by a bed she heard a shudder and a gasp—but she could discover nothing further as to the cause. The next night at more frequent intervals the same performance followed “lights out’’. Until 12:30 nothing happened, but the next time Miss Knight passed through the “dorms” she found two beds empty, and in the next room she found three girls huddled together in one corner. At the window was the form of a man with a mask on, who was all crouched up in a cramped position—and clawing at the window with large bony claws, and at frequent intervals giving dreadful hisses and hair-raising screams. At the sudden unexpected appearance of Miss Knight the girls went into a frenzy and gave one shrill, terrifying scream. At this scream and the sudden appearance of the newcomer, the “catman” disappeared. Miss Knight, rushing to the window, discovered a crowd of boys run­ ning across the campus. It was the next day that the girls remembered that only three days ago the boys had told them of an escaped maniac in the neighborhood. M. A. M. ’28. Friend Blackboard If I were to choose that in the school which could bring me the great­ est number of associated memories, I would, without doubt, immediately choose the front blackboard in upper study hall. That blackboard has suffered and laughed with the students for years. It gives us warning, it tells us news, it advertises our lost, and �DELPHIC 41 cries with joy over our found. If anyone wants something known, the blackboard’s the thing to impart the news to—the school herald! Class meetings, a holiday notice, date for a dance, a place for a picnic, a call for money, dues, books, a Student Council meeting_ Boarders! Day girls! interest one or the other. There is always something on the board to Again I say, with due apologies to Shakespeare, the blackboard’s the thing. Long may it live! M. B. ’26. .**■ Going to Sleep Lights out: Little red specks everywhere . . . little green specks now —turning into tree trunks . . . tree trunks into yellow blocks . . . blocks into birds . . . birds fade but make sweet chirps . . . not chirps_it’s croaks . . . why do chirps turn into croaks. Birds must have been frogs . . . yellow frogs . . . ah! no—green birds. How odd to forget! Must sleep . . . must lie still . . . count sheep . . . How can one count sheep when there are no sheep to count? “Pick up your feet, don’t scuff.” Who said that? Lincoln—or Shakespeare . . . likelv ... it doesn’t matter : • • ^t where would one walk? To follow the Pied Piper? What an idea. When one got tired he could lie down and sleep . . . but the music would awaken one . . . it’s so hard, anyway . . . and then the bed might not go through the door ... of the cave, you know. Oh, well . . . Why did she ask for flowers for the table? It wouldn’t be flowers . . . no . . . not flowers . . . Carrots? . . . Carrots . . for . . M. J. '27. .**• A Nightmare Help! The squirrel is chasing me—that bee is going to sting Johnnie! Ouch—it stung me instead. I’m riding in a Rollys-Royce over Mount Hood—it’s too slippery. Its so hot in South America, and tarantulas kill, if they bite Wish I could wake up. I m swimming in the Gulf of Mexico. There are sharks here. Watch 0ut- That fellow just missed taking a bite out of my leg. Hope I can remember this to tell in the morning. That Geometry !gure isn’t right—there’s no such thing as a four sided triangle. The earths stopped revolving—I’m slipping off—I’m frightened—oh! What a bump. My I’m glad I’m awake. That was an awful dream. M. B. A. ’26 . �DELPHIC 42 VX S3 Y* ! Billy's Dream Billy was a little boy about six years old, and he just would not mind his mother. So one day Billy was a bad boy and ran away with another little boy about seven years old, whose name was Jimmy. Now this little boy was a very bad little boy, too, and he would not mind his mother either. So Billy and Jimmy went on their journey. They came to Mr. Hall’s property and stole apples. Now what do you think of that, green ones, too! So that night when Billy was all snug in bed, that night he had a dream. He ran away from home and came to a strange house in the woods. He saw there a man to guard the gate. Billy walked up very carefully to the man and said, “Would you mind telling me whose house this is?” “The house of good boys,” said the guard. “May I go in?” asked Billy. “No!” said the man in a gruff voice that made Billy stand back with fright. “No! Have you been a good boy?” “Well, no,” said Billy very slowly. “We are doing this for the benefit of those who are good,” said the guard. By this time Billy had a pain. Are you loyal to your nation?” Billy could not answer. He woke up. Mother! Mother!’ he cried. “Come! Come! I will never be bad again.” And ever after that Billy was a good boy. Frances Sandvall. Lower V. �DELPHIC 43 The Haunted Castle I went to the haunted castle one day, With a few little children to play. The spooks came out, and ran about And we were very much in doubt, For we had come to play. Inside we went and saw a bent, A bent and humped old figure, Than Mary Ann 'twas not one-half inch bigger. We’d come inside but not to hide, As we then planned to do, And I’m sure you would too. We opened the door of a closet dark, And in there we did park. We saw a passage to the right And ran right through into the night. We found that we were in the park, Though it was rather dark, Our home was just around the bend And we told the story from end to end. Peter Owen. Lower V. .**■ Why I Want to Grow Up The reason I want to grow up is because I want to be able to talk freely and be able to choose my own business, so that I can earn my own living in the world. I want to work hard and save up a lot of money and then give half of it or maybe more than half to the poor, and keep the rest for myself but not for my husband! Because I won’t have any. I want to live all by myself when I’m an old lady but when I m young I want to live with another lady the same age as myself. I want to live in a nice neat little bungalow. I don’t want to have a maid or a butler or any kind of a servant. I want to do all my own work and I want my partner to do all hers. Saville Riley. Lower VI. .**- Jerry There was a flash of lightning. I fell? hit my head on the railing and the next thing I knew I was alone in the ocean on a raft. My head was aching terribly. I could not see anything on the raft but a box and something that looked like a big bundle. I was curious to know what it was. I started to get up but I fell back. There was nothing to do ; �44 DELPHIC but look at the bundle, Pretty soon I saw the bundle move. I felt suddenly alarmed and wished I was with my mother. After a while a nose protruded between the covers. And then a pair of sharp bright eyes. Then came a dog. Yes! a dog which I had seen on the steamer a day before, He came over to me and licked my hand. He was hungry and I was too. 1 was feeling better so I got up and opened the box and found some bread and cooked meat and also some water. I ate some bread and a little bit of meat and drank some water. I gave the dog some meat and water. A week later no ship had come in sight. We were out of food and as there was nothing else to do 1 went to sleep. While I was asleep, Jerry, which was the dog’s name, saw a ship. He took my dress, which I had taken off, in his teeth and jumped up and down so that the captain seeing it, steered the ship over to the raft. When I woke up my mother was kissing me. Jerry had saved my life. -—Roberta Smith. Lower VI. .*»• Bees, Fleas, Cheese, and Breeze Bees, Fleas, Cheese, and Breeze, All went out for a frolic in the trees. Bees got too close to Breeze and was tempted to sneeze. And what do you think did Fleas? Why he ran off on one of his (usual) sprees. And still there is Breeze and also Cheese. Well, I’ll tell you now about Cheese He was eaten by Hercules. And Breeze was left alone at his ease Dancing and prancing among the trees. —Peter Owen. Lower V. .**■ Antony and Cleopatra After the battle of Philippi, Antony went into Asia to settle the affairs of the provinces there. He asked Cleopatra, the beautiful queen ot Egypt, to meet him there to tell him why she had given aid to the liberators, She went, relying on the power of her charms to cool his wrath. . ascended the Cydnus in a gilded barge, with cars of silver an sai s o purple, beneath awnings of the richest manufactures it was possible to make. The beautiful queen was attired as Venus. She lay among lovely maidens dressed to represent cupids and nereids. Antony was charmed, as had been Caesar before him, by the dazzling splendor of e erpent o the Nile . Enslaved by her enchantments and in the �DELPHIC 45 pleasure of her company, he forgot all else—ambition, honor, and country. Days and nights were spent in feasting, dancing, and boating. It is said that the queen at the end of a banquet, in order to win a wager that she could consume something of fabulous worth, dissolved a costly pearl in a glass of vinegar and carelessly swallowed it. On their fishing trips, the queen had divers fasten huge fish to the hook of her lover. Once Antony broke away from his enslavement to lead his army away from the foe. He lost the battle, and discouraged and wounded he set up his camp in Memphis. The false queen sent him word that she was dead and Antony stabbed himself. He asked to be taken to her, and he expired in her arms. A year later, Cleopatra was found dead in her room. It was thought that she held a poison asp to her arm, but nobody knows how she really died. Agnes Gordon. Lower VI �46 DELPHIC -I clLd -dU ii September 9 The opening day of school! A most thrilling day, but marred by a bit of sadness, for we have left summer behind. We have several new teachers and more class rooms, because the primary school has been moved across the street. We also have more girls to use the added class rooms, so everyone is well pleased. September 29 All of the boarders went to a benefit concert, given by the Alumnae and Trustees of the Hall. We enjoyed the entertainment very much, and also did not mind missing evening study hall a bit. October 31 The old-girl-new-girl party. This is an annual event, and this year it was “bigger and better” than ever. The new girls caught the spirit of the affair and stood the initiations very well. October 31 -November 7 The Horse Show—A great many of the boarders went, and were so impressed that they talked about horses for at least a week, which got them safely over Hallowe’en without doing much mis­ chief, besides mixing each other’s drawers and making “apple-pie beds. November 6 Mr. Barde came to the school to explain the motive for keeping Old Ironsides . He talked so well, that when he was finished we were ready to rush out and give our month’s allowance to save the old frigate “Constitution”. �DELPHIC 47 November 7 Some of the boarders went to the Symphony Orchestra concert The program was very interesting and the director wonderful. November 10 The end of the quarter, marks are being averaged, and everyone feels rather shaky, to say the least. It hardly seems possible that we have been in school almost nine weeks. November 11 Armistice Day. We had our usual service. The Bishop gave an address and planted the Bishop’s and Trustees’ trees. Then the Alumnae tree was planted, and each class tree as well, in memory of our brave soldiers. After the service everyone came into the school. The parents and teachers were served with coffee and cakes., and the girls had cocoa and cake. November 13 Today Catherine Van Schuyver received a check of $50 for the first prize in the Oregon Products Essay Contest. Margaret Mc­ Call won the second prize of $30. The third prize for the grammar school essay was won by Marion Denton. The whole school is proud of its efforts, for seven of the seventeen essays that were considered for prizes came from the Hall. November 14 The boarders gave a dance. It was reallv a great success, and everyone had a wonderful time. There were about thirty couples there, and we had a prize dance that was very interesting. We “feasted royally” on ice cream and cookies, as well as delicious home-made punch. November 16 The students of St. Helen’s Hall enjoyed a very interesting talk given by Mrs. Sharp, an old Hall graduate, for the benefit of the Community Chest. After seeing the two darling children she brought with her from the Albertina Kerr Nursery we were all the more willing to give our money that these babies might be taken better care of. November 17 Kalendar has recorded this quarter faithfully, and next quarter is not to be thought of at present. But Thanksgiving Vacation will be here in a week, and Christmas three weeks later. How could we leave that out? We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year—and most of all Good Luck.” �DELPHIC 48 Siifertain nenf A Musicale was given for the ‘ benefit campaign” of St. Helen’s Hall, under the direction of Jocelyn Foulkes, at the Woman’s Club Building, on September 29. Jane O’Reilly, violinist, Anne O’Reilly, cellist, and Carl Denton, pianist, presented a group of trios with precision and fluency. The warmth and brilliancy of Pauline Miller Chapman’s voice were displayed in songs by Rogers, Mignon and Gounod. The Dudley Buck Quartet, Walter Rose, C. W. F. Martin, Charles Savage and Leroy Carry, with Gertrude Van Horne at the piano, achieved unusual effects in phrasing, diction and tone. Katherine Laidlaw’s dancing evoked much applause. Her accompanist was Dorris Clark, and Mrs. Chapman was accompanied by Mrs. Haskell Ferrin. PROGRAM 1. Trios: Cesar Cui a. Far Niente .............. .... Liebe b. Serenade.................. Roz c. Extase de l’Amour. . 2. Dance: Bizet Minuet de l’Arlesienne Katherine Laidlaw Accompanist, Dorris Clark 3. Vocal Quartets: a. To the Hunt, to the Field......................... Dudley Buck b. Songs My Mother Taught Me................ . . . . . Dvorak Dudley Buck Quartet Walter Rose, C. W. F. Martin, Charles Savage and Leroy Carey Accompanist, Gertrude Van Horne �DELPHIC 49 4. Vocal Solos: a. Dear, When I Gaze . Rogers b. Recompense ....... M ignon c. It Is Not Always May Gounod Pauline Miller Chapman Accompanist, Mrs. Haskell Ferrin 5. Dance: Mari, Mari Neapolitan Folk Song Katherine Laidlaw A short talk on “The Development of the Symphony” was given by Miss Jocelyn Foulkes, one of the music instructors at the Hall. The girls found this subject very interesting as they are all interested in music and in the rapid progress the Portland Symphony Orchestra has made in the past few years. Several girls have season tickets for the coming per­ formances. The Old Girl-New Girl Party The Old Girl-New Girl Party! What a lark this always means, yet for the new girls and particularly for the freshmen, it is sometimes some­ what of an ordeal, for it is also their time of initiation. As the custom has been for a number of years, the dance was a masquerade. Such a queer lot of characters came that one had to stop and think whether one were living in the time of the Arabian Nights Tales, in a roaming Nomad tribe, or down south on a darky plantation. Prizes for the best and most original costumes were awarded to Felix, the Cat (Geraldine Kerby) to Raggedy Andy (Maria Wilson), and to the two Gollywags (Vivian Sandstrom and Miss Constance Wilson). The initiations went off with loads of “pep” and enthusiasm, and then followed dancing and games for the remainder of the evening. True to the tradition of Hallowe’en, the refreshments consisted of doughnuts, apples and cider, which just seemed to fit in with the occasion and hungry girls with ferocious appe­ tites. At ten-thirty, all too early, we had to go home, for the next day was school again—and lessons. St. Helen’s Hall Tea On Wednesday, November 4, Sister Superior entertained the Parents of the students of St. Helen’s Hall at tea. The teachers received the guests and discussed with the mothers the progress of their daughters. Departing from the usual custom of having it in the parlor, tea was served downstairs in the more spacious dining room. In that way i \ possible for people to move about without tramping on each others toes. The room was attractive with flowers, ferns and sPark,inS S1ed Congleton, Madelon Brodie, Lucille Bowman and Margaret Ha P • Assisting about the room and serving were the Seniors I Boarders, and at the heads of the various committees Margaret Brandes, Betty PaiVy, Helen Peters, Dorothy Mautz and Eleanor Poorman presided. �y DELPHIC 50 i The Boarders’ Dance Saturday, November 14, was a great day for the boarders—also for thirty lucky young men who received invitations to their dance. The refreshments were not particularly unique, but were appreciated by one and all. They consisted mainly of ice cream, cake and punch. The orchestra was one of the best we have ever had, despite the fact they were ten minutes late. Beautifully decorated, the Hall dining room appeared gay in voilet and rose streamers suspended from the ceiling. The special feature was a prize dance, for which the saxophonist acted as judge. The prizes were won by Elizabeth St. Clair and Wilbur Campbell. Elizabeth was presented with a dancing man and Wilbur with a monkey climbing a string. After the dance was over and the last "man" had taken his last leave and gone out the front door, the boarders toddled up to bed wondering how soon they could have another dance. Armistice Day Celebration The school held short memorial exercises in honor of the signing of the Armistice. The students assembled on the terrace in a semi-circle. Photographs for the Oregonian Review were taken and shown at one of the theatres. Probably this theatre had an overly large audience that week, because it is human nature to enjoy seeing oneself on the silver screen. PROGRAM "My Country ’Tis of Thee” Invocation Prayer "In Flanders Field”. ...... "Recessional” . .Colonel John McCrae Ruth Simmonds "The Flag Goes By” . ... . .Rudyard Kipl'.ng Agnes Gordon Henry Hilcomb Bennet Ora Cloninger Address: Bishop Sumner Planting of Trees: The Bishop and Trustee Tree The Alumnae Tree................. Mrs. James Honeyman The Senior Tree The Junior Tree Presentation of Ivy Georgiana Gantenbein, Saville Riley w ^e. ’vy was §rown from a small piece, sent last year from oflTpuJils bbey> and br0U§ht t0 the Lower Sch001 by °ne “The Star Spangled Banner” �I DELPHIC 51 The girls who are attending Oregon this year are: Dorothy Statter, Catherine Mayhew, Gwendolyn Hall, Lucille George, Lillian Bennet, Mayanna Sargent, Catherine Martin and Beverly Roberts, of the Class of 1925; Catherine West, ’24; Edna Ellen Bell, 24, and Marjorie Williams, a special last year. At 0. A. C., the girls from last year’s class are: Julia Bradley, Lilias Peltier, Donna Magnuson, Marjorie Mariner and Lillian Burdett, a special two years ago. Margaret Ellen and Roberta Douty, who were formerly Hall girls, are also there. Elbertine Adams, Betty Sewall, Velma Payne and Edythe Hartley of 1925, and Gertrude Ireland ’23 are at the University of Washington. Margaret Spencer, ’23, Hazelmary Price, ’23, and Frances Spalding, ’22, are now at Mills. Virginia Edwards, ’22, and Catherine Overbeck. ’22. are members of the Junior Class at Wellesley. Virginia is in the choir. Irene Brix, ’24, is taking up kindergarten work at the Ellison-White Conservatory. Marjorie Pittock, ’25, Evelyn Meyer, ’25, and Catherine Deyette, a former Hall girl, left this fall for Mrs. Lucy Dodd Ramburg’s villa in Florence, Italy. Word from them says that they plan to spend the Christ­ mas holidays in Rome. Celeste Proctor, ’25, left a short while ago for New York, where she plans to stay for a few months. Nadine Caswell, ’17, has recently returned from abroad. We recently received a letter from Marjorie Mariner, ’25, who is attending O. A. C. Her engagement to Bavard Sisson was announced a short while- ago. Marjorie made the first hockey team though she had never played before, and she attributed this to Mrs. Knapps coaching. Katharine Hart, ’24, is now at Reed. �52 DELPHIC ENGfLF|AHFouJeS ’21 to Lieutenant Walter Pitmany Ramsay, U. S. N. JaTheLplan to be married the latter part of December. Dorothy Haradon. ’23, to Richard Montgomery, planned for the spring. The wedding is MARRIAGES: Marion Farrell, ’22, to Frederick Jacobs. Mary Helen Spalding, ’19, to Harry Clair. BIRTHS: To Mr and Mrs. Severin Harkson (Doris Henningsen, ’20) a son, Robert Warren. Mr. and Mrs. Harkson live in Shanghai. To Mr. and Mrs. Donald Drake (Janet Griffith), a son, Donald Jr. To Mr. and Mrs. Hugh R. Lamberth (Frances Ford, ex-’24), a son. MISCELLANEOUS: Elva Mervy, ’21, is on the English staff at the Hall this year. Florence Niles, ’23, came to see us the opening day of school. She is going to law school. Mrs S A. Robinett, who went to the Hall in 1912, is a proctor in the study hall. Her little girl, Ethel May, attends the Lower School. We have recent news of Marion Eugenie Bauer, 1898, who is a composer of great note. Her recent book, “How Music Grew written in collaboration with Ethel Peyser, is to be published t is month. She plans to return to Paris for the winter, where she will resume her studying and composing. Cecilie Applegath, ’25, is a P. G. at Miss Allen’s Preparatory School. �DELPHIC 53 The Delphic acknowledges the following with thanks: “The Rosemary Question Mark,” Rosemary Hall, Greenwich, Conn. “Nicholas Pen Points,” S. Nicholas School, Seattle, Wash. “The Blue Print,” Katharine Branson School. Ross, Calif. ‘‘The Blue Pencil,” Walnut High School, Natick, Mass. “The Academia,” S. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Ore. “S. Katharine’s Wheel,” S. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. ‘‘The Year Book,” 1924-1925, Miss Ransom and Miss Bridges School, Piedmont, Calif. ‘‘The Annual,” Cathedral School of S. Mary, Garden City, Long Island, N. Y. “Ward-Belmont Hyphen,” Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Tenn. Comments The Cathedral School of S. Mary Annual—Your sketches are very clever and your personal touches interesting even to outsiders. The Rosemary Question Mark—Your jokes are exceptionally good for a school publication and your fiction very amusing. The Blue Pencil—A splendid magazine. We envy you your exchange list. The Blue Print—Your poetry is especially commendable. are worthy of The Academia— Another paper whose jokes and fiction ... notice. �54 DELPHIC It is a well-known fact that in all the best schools and colleges in the country a certain amount of exercise is compulsory. The reason for this is not to promote the athletic standing of the school, but to develop the minds of the students along lines as essential as the various studies. The different branches of sports enable the student to have a clear, quick mind and a keen sense of fairness, in addition to the physical development. Up to the present time, the students of St. Helen’s Hall have shown a great interest in athletics, tennis and basketball being our primary sports. The only drawback has been that owing to the schedule o studies and accommodation for sports, only the more athletically incline of the girls have seriously entered into them. This year, our instructor, Mrs. Knapp, has consented to stay four more periods a week, giving opportunities for exercise six out of the seven periods a day. A new system of compulsory exercise has been installed, so that every girl, unless physically incapacitated, has at the very least two periods a week of exercise, and use of the tennis court any time she has a free period. Great enthusiasm has been shown so far for tennis, During the summer the old dirt court was dug up and a cement court put in, the present of the class of ’25. Our tennis days this year will last only a few weeks more, but it is safe to prophesy that the entry lists for the annua tournament in the Spring will be almost doubled. At present, basketball is the center of attraction. For weeks we have worked feverishly for a place on the school team. The old girls have had to fight hard to regain their positions of last year, as there are many �DELPHIC 55 promising candidates among the new girls, who are showing unusual interest and skill. As yet the class teams have not been chosen, nor has any schedule of games been decided upon. The final choice of the teams will depend on a “survival of the fittest", and there are great hopes for a better and stronger team than the school has ever had. May the present enthusiasm and spirit of good sportsmanship never fail in victory or defeat! The school teams have been chosen as follows: Second Team First Team .......Muriel Barde . Center . Helen Loomis.. ..Elizabeth Kaser Side-Center “Pete” Peters.. Mary Alice Meyer . Forward . Nancy Chipman ........ Jane Cullers Forward “Libby” Martin ..“Peggy” Cannon . . Guard . Betty Allyn.... .Margaret Brandes . . Guard . . “Gerry” Kirby. These positions are only tentative, and will probably be changed as practice goes on. It was particularly hard to choose the guards, because of the many good players, Those who are working hard to displace the four already mentioned are Frances Jack, “Lee" Martin, Helen Adelsperger, Analene Cohen and Ardella Sweek. �56 DELPHIC Who Can Tell Us Where boyish bobs came from? How sweat shirts got popular? Why we attempt the Charleston? For what reason we wear slickers when it doesn’t rain? Who really knows what Collegiate means? If a fraternity is where they make good-looking pins? Why we who understand tennis go to football games? The modiste’s name who remodels King Tut dresses? Why we wait until our senior year to accumulate credits? What to do when we can’t think of a tenth question? D. M., reciting—-“and with fifty men floating down the Ohio river—’ A. C.: “In what sorority are El and Vel?” M. B. A. (absently) : “Never heard of it. Local?” FLUENT FRENCH Mile.: “Qui est Robert?” E. A. J.: “Robert est le fils de son pere.” Miss M.: “Why did Columbus discover America?” V. S.: ‘ Fate.” Miss M.: “What act of England prohibited the colonies from foreign trade?” H. P.: “The Prohibition Act.” Miss F.: Where did the ‘Whigs’ get their name?” M. B.: Because they all wore white wigs.” M. R.: “What’s Latin for ‘sometime’?” M. B. A.: Don’t know the Latin, but I know the song.” i �DELPHIC 57 K. M.: “The shoes garnished the table and floor. DELPHIC MEETING Miss W.: “How are the Exchanges?” V. C.: (looking at Phyllis) : ‘‘Just fine, thanks.” M. J. (in Geometry) : “A parallelogram is a piece of space bounded around by a bunch of lines.” YE LATIN STUDENTS She thinks of dropping Latin, And all our friends concur— For, knowing her, they quite agree One tongue’s enough for her. Nit: “When is a pencil not a pencil?” Wit: “Before it’s manufactured.” Question (just before the Faculty Tea) . first, the younger or the elder lady?” The elder.” Chorus: Order: “Then do so.” N. C.: “But how can you tell?” “Whom do you introduce H. H.: Do we get marks for talking? Miss K.: Yes, of course. the class. H. H.: I’ll bet I have the highest marks in E. K.: Franklin ran away and he ran to Philadelphia. Hmm-m! Quite a run! P. H. (paraphrasing Polonius) ‘‘Take each mans census. Miss B. (translating) : “He says” (bell sounds) ‘‘Oh, Dear! house for the monkeys up in the M. A. M.: They are building a new park here pretty soon. F. L.: They are going to build a new wing on mastoids. Rather G. E.: A lady had a lot of dogs and they were painful—yes? Did you know it snowed last night? the first snow in the E. J.: M. H. C.: Oh no, it didn’t. They always put paper. of course): “How many Miss M. (speaking of Elizabethan prose: girls have Bacon at home?” �58 DELPHIC ENGLISH AS SHE IS ILLUSTRATED M. H. C.: The boy was edible for a driver’s license. H. A.: The effervescene of his speech was felt. K. B.: She has a malleability for going to all the shows. M. H.: She had a lot of alliteration on. M. B.: Precede is to follow before. F. L. (eagerly) : Oh, I looked that up! Respiratory means the way you sleep. Scene: Room III. Miss W. enters without being heard, and after part of the class has risen, M. B. A. rubs her eyes—What’s everybody standing up for? Scene: Sacred Studies III. Instructor: What Saint did you study about for today? P. H.: Nero. A Senior once dreamed that— We had too many ads for the Delphic. All the material we put in was accepted. We paid our class dues the first week. The Delphic money was collected from everyone in a week. The candy sale was a success. We raised more than nominal sum. Our subjects were easy. Yes, she woke up. �DELPHIC 59 INDEX TO ADVERTISERS Page [ A. Anonymous Applegath, C. G ^ B. Barde, J. M. Basket Groc. & Delicatessen. Berg, Chas. F............ Brandes Creamery Bushnell Photos .... Bush Pharmacy .... 74 .75 74 62 69 Page J. Junior Class ............ K. Knight Shoe Co....... 62 L. Liebes, H................... Lipman, Wolfe & Co. 72 .73 61 75 M. Martin & Forbes Co.. Mautz Bldg. & Investment Co..64 68 Mayson Overstuffed, Inc. .73 McCormick, Charles . . . 61 Meier & Frank Co.. . 62 Moore, Alice Price........ 70 Moyer Clothing Co....... 63 Multnomah Hotel ..... C. Callahan and Deery. Clark’s Flowers .... Colt, C. C. (friend) . Cramer Jewelry Co.. Crantford’s Flowers . Curtain Store.......... 68 E. Ernst, C. E............ 64 0. Olds, Wortman & King.. 67 F. Feldenheimer’s........ Fink Studio............ Flynn Gift Shop. . . Foulkes, Jocelyn .... Francine ................... Freeberg . ................. 70 p. Peterson Photos............ Portland Hotel............ Portland Laundry.......... 72 .... 60 S. Senior Class.................. Simonds Saw & Steel Co Staiger’s ........................ Staples the Jeweler........ 65 62 75 74 69 72 . .73 69 72 .66 69 G. Gill, J. K.................... 68 H. Heitkemper, Frank A Harris, Phil ............. I- Ireland’s ............. 72 68 74 75 N. New York Life Insurance Northwestern National Bank. .70 68 71 64 69 75 U. Union Laundry Co......... United States National Bank. .76 V. Van Orman, Louis 74 �Compliments of Portland Hotel 60 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �COLLEGIENNE SHOP shows a host of fascinating things for girls of every age . . . frocks and coats of slim, youthful character, lovely underthings, piquant hats—everything! If you are looking for Christmas gifts, too, this is the place to come. Second Floor The Quality Store of Portland. Oregon fit Th '..Tm KOOfc.SOX 410(0 CL Ui* StS Compliments of The Junior Class patronize OUR ADVERTISERS 61 �Brandes Creamery Manufacturers of “BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER Cream, Milk, Buttermilk Eggs and Cheese Phones: Broadway 7082 Broadway 7081 Choice Photos and Miniatures at Popular Prices COLUMBIA BLDG.. WASHINGTON AT W. PARK ALICE PRICE MOORE Vocal Teacher KNIGHT’S Shoes - ■ Hosiery Multo-Maid Shoes with low heels only Priced from $8.50 Morrison, near Broadway tG • For All Social Occasions- GREATEST VARIETY-FINEST QUALITY ^ MORRISON STREET BETWEEN FOURTH ANO FIFTH r-—___ __ _—.------------- ■— ------------ 62 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �Multnomah Hotel affords every facility for the perfect en­ tertainment of your Portland friends and your Out-of-Town visitors. Luncheon is served in the Gold Room from 12:00 to 2:00 daily with a la carte service and a special seventy-five cent luncheon. Dinner is served in the Indian Grille from 5:30 to 8:30 with dancing from 6:30 to 8:30. Table d’Hote Dinner $l.b0, and a la carte service. Supper Dancing in the Indian Grills from 0:00 to 1*2:00 every evening except bunclay. Cover charge 75c, Saturdays $1.00. A group of private dining rooms on o the mezzanine floor will accommodate parties of from six to sixty and are so arranged as to permit of unusually quick service. Our Maitre d’Hotel will be pleased to as­ sist in planning parties and offenng suggestions. Multnomah Hotel RICHARD W. CHILDS, Manager PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 63 �Compliments of Mautz Building and Investment Co. Compliments of C. E. EARNST CONFECTIONERY ■c- Broadway at Washington Guess Whose Ad This Is? ^MART Feminine Portland Wears Beautiful I. MILLER FOOTWEAR Stars of the Stage and Screen and smart Women everywhere favor I. MILLER Footwear SHOWN BY St aiders 288 Morrison Street (Corbett Building) 64 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �Compliments of The Senior Class I ! ! patronize our ADVERTISERS 06 �COMPLIMENTS OF C. G. APPLEGATH Established 1870 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland, Oregon Portland's Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH Telephone B-3548 \ i FRANCINE I TWELVE PAYMENT CHARGE SERVICE An easy way to dress well. The Francine Twelve Payment Charge Service opens a way for anyone to complete her wardrobe and pay for it on the most convenient terms. Come in and let us explain. . I The Newest in Coats, Suits, Dresses and Millinery at prices to suit everyone FRANCINE—353 Alder Street i 66 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �I ^Sdt\ awSpiBPM SII rt 4 ;I h? m m i AOfflOTTtr towb) uronnnr1 i ' Mm sll< ?j •V )' **£ .V; 4? o. JA L£u l!_“.—-4.ij;, Mi (- k nr Mg61*® gpiS Olds :WbRTMAN*©«*KiNG PORTLAND. OREGON Cbr Christmas is>tore 2f better values let us serve you Headquarters for Juniors’ Quality Apparel PATRONIZE OUR advertisers 07 �Compliments of . PORTLAND LAUNDRY COMPANY Union Avenue at Mill The Laundry With a Purpose” COMPLIMENTS PHIL HARRIS <SC CO. BROADWAY AT MORRISON Smart Ladies’ and Misses’ Readp-to-Wear SOLD DIRECT - EASY TERMS F. J. CALLAHAN. Res. PHONE GARFIELD 2 1 01 E H. DEERY. RES PHONE GARFIELD 1218 l Phone Main 1584 Callahan & Deery RETAIL DEALERS FRESH and GURED MEATS HAMS, BACON, LARD SUPPLYING SHIPS OUR SPECIALTY Open Evenings FOSTER ROAD AT 56th 187 Third Street, Portland, Oregon Between Yamhill and Taylor Giftwares I I 'IT'HOUSANDS of inexpensive, artistic and carefully selected little articles I that will make beautiful and well received gifts. A very | comPlete selection for your inspection. Plan to do at least | a Part of *our Christmas shopping in our Gift Shop. 1 r \ cBooksellers^Stationcr^Oft'iceOutMers c Fifllxand Starl^Streets |i Scrap | <Book 1 t I suiifliiniuinuiiiiiniiiijnniiiiiiiniiiuiuinijmiiiinuiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiDiiininintiiiiinranniiniinniiniiiiininnniDiiiiiiiiiiiuiiuiiniuiiiiiniiniiuniiiiiiiniinmiiiiiniiiiiiiniinjiiiiiiiiuiiininiiniHiiiniiiniDiiBiuniiiiic 68 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS A �F. L. Grocer LUNCHES AND STATIONERY 465 MONTGOMERY STREET MAIN 7344 The Bush Pharmacy Main 4737 Cor. 11th and Montgomery Sts. Phone Main 3322 Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk ^mawm Yamhill at Tenth Street Portland, Oregon STAPLES JEWEL^ $ The Manufacturing Jeweler, Watchmaker and Optician 326 MORRISON STREET Portland, Oregon The plvnn M Gift Shop Seventh Floor Northwestern Bank Building Morrison Street — Opposite Portland Hotel Personal Attention Given All Sales PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 60 �Compliments of jpegs' THE NORTHWESTERN NATIONAL BANK li g Iff8s SPilTheHotthwestem WfigNational Bank ‘' 0$Northwestern Bank Bld'g - Portland.Ore&on Compliments of DAN E. BOWMAN’S Moyer Clothing Co. THIRD AND OAK STREETS A. & C. FELDENHEIMER, Inc. Established 1868 Best Jewelry and Jewelry Store in Portland CORNER WASHINGTON AND WEST PARK 70 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS _g_ ^ . /^WflBRANTfO ^-^VvCH BURG MASS CM 1C a GoFTT^. 'V. ^V*0^aUTT ««o7 ~'^'V oV ^^HJJOOS|^ " 5fl«f . MO" l,.,<014iio t»“V /- 4^>COwvcft- ^ & Simonds Saw and Steel Co. “The Saw Makers” Simonds Saws Mean Satisfaction to the Customer [c IO SAWS : KNIVES : FILES : STEEL k IOE Coast Branches PORTLAND OREG. SAN FRANCISCO CALIF. SEATTLE WN. VANCOUVER B. C. SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 71 �The Curtain Store Bright Scarfs “Everything for Your Windows’' TELEPHONE MAIN 4727 Bonny Warm Plaids Curtains and Draperies from the land of the purple heather. that take the sting out of wintry days. And they’re priced from— made to order and put up in your home complete Estimates Given Without Obligation on Your Part PARK AND YAMHILL STS. JOCELYN FOULKES $2.95 $6.95 TO 7( ht< ■>« ■(c Portland's Long-Established JEWELRY STORE in New Location GREATLY INCREASED STOCK We Specialize in Gems, Diamonds. Newest and Finest Mountings and Settings WONDERFUL ASSORTMENT OF NEWEST NOVELTIES FRANK A. HEITKEMPER, Inc. Piano Pedagogue New Address—324 Alder St. Ungar Bldg. Succeeding G. Heitkemper Co. Established 18S9 QUALITY PORTRAITS by the Peterson Studio A Gift That Strengthens Friendship 214 PITTOCK BLOCK 72 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �CLASS PORTRAITS Our $9.95 Balbriggan Dresses Take first place among school frocks. Impressionistic or Plain Fink Studio Are —smart —becoming —practical Broadway 1545 HENRY W. JACOBS A rtist ^ Sizes 12 to 16 Girl's Store — 4th Floor Compliments of Chas. R. McCormick Lumber Co. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 73 �... Compliments of ... M. Barde & Sons Louis Van Orman & Co. General Insurance 807 Title Trust Bldg. BE. 1749 720, Selling Building Portland, Ore. Main 6026 Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall—Hence “Just the Things That Delight a Woman's Heart!" IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES Gloves, Hose, Silk Underwear, Sweaters, Umbrellas. Blouses, Skirts, Coats, Dresses Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Wash. St. 74 G. Cramer Company Jewelers 125 6th St. wKCs ijour VvosVcrt Morrison St. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS I Opp. Post Office �Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of NEW YORK LIFE INSURANCE CO. Compliments of BASKET GROCERY & DELICATESSEN Compliments of UNION LAUNDRY COMPANY “The Laundry of Personal Service” 2nd at Columbia Street Main 0332 Martin & Forbes Company Florists Main 0269 354 Washington Street PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS Portland, Oregon 76 �T: '‘ik Many ■ omen Bank Here '“T'HOUSANDS of 'women bank at the United States National. They use a Checking Account for their shopping and to take care of household expenses. And their Savings Account is most conducive to their thrift. The Service Here is Commensurate with the Size of this Great Institution. Broadway and Snj&Ihi. af Stark Combining the LADD S' TILTON BANK 76 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Christmas 1925 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1925. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1925 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1925-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/a46651f50e0e87d66f599235f949d8dd.pdf 6de122466510554f1da0bd1686050a12 PDF Text Text k �, A6 u l {s~&t^f, J^cZ>~V^--' &j#-&-i?C aJLzJL •2«L-^>-c' i f\ *1 •5 v*- ^ / v' J -. /tZ-C^-c--*-t «£*-««■ ^ of* . J l li - > 4 '/ d £ IK &xA> -j-’ r.i § *! s $ 3 *r �a 1 * I 1I «• 1 Christmas # l?2f l ST. HELENS HAH PORTLAND, OREGON I ft I .V* I �Delphic Staff Editor-in-Chief MARJORIE PITTOCK Literary Editor EVELYN MEYER 1st Assistant Literary Editor IRENE MACKAY 2nd Assistant Literary Editor EDYTHE HARTLEY Kalendar Old Girl Notes Art ( LILLIAN BENNETT / JANE KNAPP (LILIAS PELTIER ) JULIA BRADLEY (CECILIE APPLEGATH (CATHERINE MAYHEW Exchanges (GWENDOLYN HALL /DONNA MAGNUSON Music and Entertainment (VELMA PAYNE (ELBERTINE ADAMS Athletics (MARJORIE MARINER (BETTY SEWALL Business Managers (CATHERINE MARTIN (DOROTHY STATTER Advertising Managers fMAYANNA SARGENT MATHILDA BOWMAN [DARRELL TORREY �CONTENTS Page Editorials 1 i 7 Literary 10 A thletics 30 Old Girl Notes ■33 Kalendar 35 Music and Entertainment 38 Exchanges 40 School Honors 41 Jokes 43 Advertisements 74 �I The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. DECEMBER, 1924 t i �7 & £ i t t> liili* Success Success! How much is embodied in that one small word! Success— the attainment of one’s goal, for which everyone aims. That goal, the fulfillment of one's dearest wish and life-long ambition. To many, success is the mere acquisition of great wealth. To others, who are broader-minded, it represents the accomplishment of some work or deed, temporal or immortal, the mile-stone of the doer’s life, in which his soul lives, to inspire his and perhaps future generations, and to spur them on to success. Success is not the accomplishment of one day, month or year. We sometimes hear of someone who has achieved success “over night”. But is this true, is not success won after battles fought against poverty and failure, battles that never reach the public? And so success is no more than the application of the old saying, “A good archer is not known by his arrow, but by his aim”. For do we not all strive to be good archers, to be known by our aim,—success? —E. M. '25 School Spirit ? f Every student entering high school hears much of that age-old phrase “school spirit”, but some never stop to think how that term affects them personally. School spirit is not anything you can buy, beg or steal. You have to acquire it. Some students go through a four year high school course without knowing really what it means. Those students miss half the joys of high school life. School spirit is acquired by service, interest in all school activities, by active particpation, and by self responsibility. A good example of real school spirit was exhibited by those who attended the first basketball game of the year. Greeted by the crowd as they came onto the court �8 D e I p t) i c our girls knew the school and the students were behind them and the return they made gladdened the hearts of all real St. Helen’s daughters. What is school spirit? It is that spirit of fight, the win-just-one-victory-for-the-red-and-blue that always prevails around our campus and helps us to win in both school work and athletics. It is the thing which makes us win in everything we undertake. What is school spirit? Why, school spirit is that thing that makes us say Our! Our School, Our Class, Our Colors, Our Team, Our Studies, Our St. Helen’s Hall! You students who shun the games and other activities, and grumble when tickets have to be sold, think! Are not those tickets for the better­ ment of the school? Of course they are. Then show your school spirit by selling them. Have we school spirit? Have we supported our school? Will we M. L. ’25. continue to do so? Yes, St. Helen’s Hall! Student Government With the opening of the fall term, Student Government was introduced in the school, for two reasons: because of the growth of the school, and for the purpose of cooperation. Up to this time a Senior Council had been the system of government. The Seniors felt it a rather heavy responsibility, and, although they still preside at the Student Council, nevertheless they feel the cooperation of the other classs and welcome it. The Student Council is made up of five representatives from each class, including the President, and all the Seniors. The officers consist of a President and Vice-President. In addition there is an executive body including the President, Vice-President and a representative from each class. The members of the Student Council are changed fre­ quently, and therefore every girl has to be prepared to represent her class. She cannot do this well, unless she has the interest of the school at heart. Student Government absolutely requires cooperation. Its aim is to fill every girl with a sense of honor, justice and responsibility, The honor system must uphold it, and if every girl accepts it in the right spirit, Student Government is bound to be successful. —B. S. ’25. Adopting a School Uniform For years the Sister Superior had told the girls to dress sensibly for ^ ’ and for years she had warned them that the penalty for disobeytfha^,resupect WOuld be a school uniform. Not that the girls really ferpd cn° 1Su e^’ only.their ideas about suitable clothes for school difthev shnni^ r°m ^,sters ideas. Some of the girls always wore what * u , on the other hand, some of them did not. Bright, fancy 1 �D e l p f) i c 9 sweaters, silk or plaid stockings, afternoon dresses, not quite good enough for a tea or a luncheon, loud plaid or striped skirts, are not the kind of apparel that school girls should wear. Vacation time would come around, Christmas and spring, and when the girls would return, many gay and good looking dresses would be displayed. Then likewise, after each vaca­ tion, Study Hall would be called, and we would be warned against too elaborate dresses. Time went on, and vacation after vacation passed with the same results; so in the summer of nineteen hundred and twenty-four all parents of St. Helen’s Hall girls received a letter saying that each girl was to be dressed in uniform the following year. Most of us thought it was terrible, but what could be done? There was the letter, we loved the Sisters, and we loved our school; so what difference would a little thing like the change in dress make? We read on: the summer uniforms could be light blue or tan linen, the winter one navy blue or brown serge —not so bad,- and no silk or fancy stockings. It seemed like a terrible blow, but when we went to get our uniforms we were delighted with them. And now—secretly, mind!--we are glad that Sister made the change. We know we look better for school, and we also know, every night,— without giving it a second thought—just what we are going to wear to —L. P. ’25. school next morning. Sports 1 a What does one think when one uses the term, athletics? Does he connect it in any way with the importance of an education? Perhaps he considers it but the whiling away of time that should be spent in attaining actual knowledge. In behalf of enlightening the people who uphold such a belief, let us discuss briefly this subject. Sports such as baseball, football, polo, basketball, tennis and others bring out the character of the people. Sportsmanship, one of man’s finest qualities, is shown in the various fields of bodily activity. Athletics of any kind offer unlimited advantages to one, not only physically, but mentally and morally as well. In consideration of the interest shown in athletics by some of our greatest men and women of today, we should in all ways try to promote sports of every kind and help more people to see their usefulness. Our school, St. Helen’s Hall, today has many sports available for its girls. Everyone has a chance at some time of the day to enjoy whatever is most to her taste and ability. Archery is our latest acquirement in these fields. It is a different and interesting art which promotes a steadi­ ness of hand and accuracy of eye. Baseball, basketball, tennis and hockey are also included in our athletics. Time spent in athletics is therefore not wasted, for mind and body are —C. M. ’25. trained as well as refreshed. �The Keynote It was a beautiful morning, clear, crisp and sunny. The Donaldson house, with its large verandas, and big, clean pillars had the air of protecting the happiest family in the world, but a glance at the young man, who slammed the front door, and ran down the wide brick steps would shatter the thought immediately. There was a vague look of some dissatisfaction, that perhaps he did not realize himself. The slight frown that drew his dark brows into a severe, straight line, the firmly closed lips and slightly protruding jaw gave evidence of a sort of unconscious defiance. And yet as he slid into his little roadster nothing was disturb­ ing him; in fact he was feeling fine. He had a game of golf with Dick Larrity in the morning, and he had promised the afternoon to his Mother, and then he thought of the evening, a dance at the country club with ^1C,n^artrnan' Immediately his thoughts turned to Alice. hey had both graduated from college the preceding summer and arvey liked her immensely. Everyone accepted it as quite natural that Harvey Donaldson should take Alice, he had been doing it for the past I �Dc I p f) i c 11 three years, and why shouldn t he go on? But Harvey was beginning to wonder why he should go on. Alice had been acting rather queerly lately, and Harvey did not quite understand her. She was not half so sweet and friendly as she used to be and even acted as though she were a little disappointed in him. Well he did not care, he had not changed any, and what she thought did not make any difference anyway. By the time he reached the golf club the expression on his face was even more evident than before, but the game was a dandy and the day went serenely by; so when the roadster drew up before the Hartman house that night, Harvey was perfectly happy. The maid said Miss Alice would be down in a few minutes. Harvey understood the message perfectly, so made himself at home in Mr. Hartman’s reading chair in the library. In a dainty pink and white bedroom Alice Hartman was calmly taking her time and thinking her thoughts. They happened to be centered on the complacent young man sitting in her father’s easy chair. There was no doubt in her mind that Harvey was handsome and inter­ esting, but he made her furious, "I just wonder what he thinks about himself”, she snapped as she flicked a last dab of powder on her straight little nose. Then she noticed her terrifying look. “Dear me! He’ll run if he sees me looking like that. Well, for that matter, I'd like to tell him some things that would make him run. He’s so abominably lazy!” However, when she appeared at the library door she was smiling and gracious. They started off gaily together and Harvey reproached himself for even thinking anything against Alice. She was the prettiest girl he knew, and he liked her soft curly hair and smooth, clear skin, and the sweet little mouth that was so expressive. He told her again how pretty she was, and that her dress was becom­ ing, just as he did every time he took her out. He knew she liked him, and yet he felt just a little ill at ease tonight, so he talked more than usual, and laughed, and joked and unknowingly rubbed Alice to the last pitch. On the way home she finally burst out. “For heaven’s sake, Harvey, are you perfectly satisfied with this kind of a life? Do you intend to keep this up forever?” Harvey sat up with a start. Her words had touched a chord deep within him, but it made him angry to have her talk to him that way, so he only laughed rather harshly. It was more than Alice could stand. “I can’t see how anyone, who led the active life you did at college can be satisfied just to spend your Father’s money, and lounge around your Mother’s house all day, and then think you’re all right. It’s just sickening to me!” I Harvey was furious. So this was what she thought of him! He did not say a word, for the galling reason that there was nothing to say. He took her home and then drove around for hours. It was the most humiliating experience of his life. For Alice of all people to show him what he was! He had never thought of doing anything, but even in �D e l p ft i c his humiliation he felt happier than he had for some time, For the chord way inside was touched, and the reason for the expression on his usually handsome face was revealed. He needed work; he had worked all during college, and when he had graduated, and was left with nothing to do, he had lost his bearings. Well, he would show her a few things! No girl was going to tell him he was soft! The next morning Mr. H. R. Donaldson, Senior, was surprised to see his son burst into the office with a new gleam in his eye, and determina­ tion in his voice, and was even more surprised and delighted when he found that Harvey wished to begin work in his office. Harvey was a different person, The languid, indolent man had changed to an alert and energetic one. For six months he had been working, and in all that time he had neither seen nor sought Alice. He was determined to show her that he was all right, but he knew that Alice was all right, too, and he also knew he loved her. In a dainty pink and white bedroom Alice Hartman was thinking her thoughts, but not taking her time. To tell the truth she was nervous. Harvey had telephoned and said he was coming over—darling Harvey! If he only knew,—but then he probably would in time. When Alice appeared in the library doorway, she was caught in the arms of the man she loved, and as her lips were pressed against his, she realized what those six months had meant to them both. B. S. ’25. —---- Night Slowly the sable garments of the night Close o’er the weary world of day, Shielding our tired eyes from glaring light. And gently stilling sounds of noisy play. The sky is powdered with a myriad host Of tiny, sparkling, jewelled stars which sing To their golden queen, the lustrous moon-ghost Of night, who guards the world of her sun-king Thru, the silent mysterious hours. In lakes Are mirrored all these glories of the dark, And held imprisoned till the sun makes His fiery path across the sky and the lark Shall, winging her joyful and happy way, Bid a welcome to the bright, new-born day. —Celeste Proctor ’25. f 1 �D e l p f) i c 13 What We Owe To Magna Charta f •< The Constitution of the United States was not the product of a few months’ labor. On the contrary it was centuries in the making. In the truest sense it is not a mere bill of rights but a spirit born of a people’s love of freedom, and this spirit dates back to the days when King Richard had died as he had lived, far from his native land, and John sat on the throne of England. He had waited too long for the crown and sceptre and the coveted power turned to oppression in his hands, yet out of this tyranny was formed a document to shape the destinies of the world’s two greatest nations. History itself points out to us the invariable rule that whenever the iron hand of Oppression bears down on the people. Providence will send forth a champion of the Right. In England this was Stephen Langton, Archbishop of Conterbury. It was largely through his influence that the barons presented the Great Charter to John and forced him to sign it, thereby making English Liberty a definite heritage and not a mere chance in the hands of a ruler, and it is on this Charter that our Constitution is founded. Strange it seems that a rebel colony should model its government upon that of its mother country but then the Americans were still Englishmen, and .... as was said in the Revolutionary days, a lion’s whelp is a lion, and established law was one of the urgent needs of the time. The reaction of the Revolution resulted in a state of chaos. Everyone was making and breaking his own laws and the whole country seemed to be rolling rapidly down the road to destruction, but it is truer to say that it had many governments than to say it had none. There was a national government and each state had its little government and sometimes two or three assemblies and the only thing wrong with them was that they did not have the capability of ruling a united nation. Nobody wanted them to for if they did the country would not be free. The popular idea of a free country was one in which everyone made his own laws and kept them when convenient. Mobs gathered in the streets to enforce law and order by fighting the rest of the citizens into their way of thinking. This of course was patriotism, but when it became too violent the militia had to be called out Sometimes the militia pacified the mob and sometimes the mob pacified the militia. With this state of affairs existing, the statesmen felt a strong central government was needed to hold the states as a union together. For guidance they looked to the past. In Greece they saw the rule of the Archons, in Rome of the Consuls, but the glory of both Greece and Rome were but echoes of the past. America needed something better. Some- �' 14 D e l P ft i c than a monarchy was what America wanted, and that was thing stronger th£ At°thist'titme England was the only country which had a written bill of rights It was this document which they had been accustomed to as British subjects, and they naturally turned to it as a pattern on which to model their own government. The Magna Charta had been made to meet the needs of all from the serf to the king. Its articles had been proved practical by the test of time, and America copied from them, revised and suited them to her So the Constitution of the United own circumstances and added others. upon the States, though not identical with the Great Charter, , is based , . same principles, namely, the protection of the people and the assurance of justice. The Constitution has never failed us. We may turn to it at any time and find every circumstance provided for in its Articles and set forth in a fuller, more perfected form than in the English Charter which has ably served both feudal England and the modern Empire of today. The fact that stands out from all this is that our race is a freedom loving race, whether on one side of the ocean or the other, in the year 1215 or 1924, and by laying aside all Revolutionary prejudices we see that we owe to Magna Charta the Cornerstone of our Nation, the Con­ stitution, the very foundation of our Liberty. —C. A. ’25. 1 1 Dawn Turning the sky to rosy gold, As Venus sprang from out the sea one morn. So sprang more beautiful than she the Dawn, And made the chilling cold night wind less bold. To seek the mysteries that new lands hold, The poor pale moon, from endless traveling worn. Has gone to sooth some heart with sorrow torn, Her beauties to some other clime unfold. I sit and watch upon the sandy shore As Phoebus dims before the sun-gods shafts; The dawn unfolds to me her mystic love, The morning breeze, sweeping the ocean, wafts Far music, pilfered from the siren’s store Bv sea-nymphs floating in their misty crafts. — Deborah Ball, ’27. f f �DeIpbic 15 Foreign Impressions 1 1 August 8. London. Oh, such a wonderful city! The famous fogs seem to be holding off during our stay. This morning the brightly colored signs of Piccadilly Circus shone crimson under the summer sun. Another flash of red; the busses, of course. I had almost forgotten to look for them, when I noticed the continual stream of huge trucks, laden with people, flowing down the street. After a fleeting glimpse of strange shops, streets, and people, we arrived at the Tower. What a queer old place with the brilliantly clad Beefeaters holding guard over the historical building. I could almost hear the moans of Sir Walter Raleigh or some other poor prisoner, as we ascended the spiral steps to the dungeons. Deep grooves were worn in the stone where half crazed people walked to and from the tiny windows. The chopping block and ax may still be seen which gave such a tragic ending to so many people. Enough of the Tower. Westminster Abbey seemed to be our next goal. Down the queer winding streets we rode until we stopped before the door of the old Church itself. My first impression was the vastness of the building, and the thought came into my mind: how little justice was given it by photographers. Of course the Bank of England and the museums were interesting, but 1 must leave space for the rest of my impressions. August 25. Holland—the land of wooden shoes and crimson sailboats. Down the narrow canals we went, with beds of rainbow tulips on one side of us, and cattle grazing in the green fields on the other. The ever whirling windmills made a picturesque background for both scenes. We landed at the Isle of Marken and Volendam, where the quaint native costumes are still very much in evidence. Tiny girls shuffled along the bricks with their starched caps and snowy aprons. You indicate with your kodak that you would like to take their pictures. “Ten cents, please”, they reply in perfect English. Oh, yes, indeed, the foreign children are brought up with the idea that Americans are “easy marks”. * f September 15. Naples—Here we are on the shores of the Mediterranean with famous Vesuvius smoking profusely on our left. The sapphire waters made a striking contract with the brown mountain. The terrific poverty of Naples seemed to stare me in the face as we drove to the ruins of Pompeii. It seemed as if the people did not live; they simply existed. �16 Delpbic September 20. Venice—Ah, romatic Venice, the city of rose-tinted buildings, graceful gondolas and sparkling waters, As I stepped from the railway station into one of the six or seven remaining gondolas, all romance seemed to vanish. Unconsciously I trailed my hand in the filthy waters, and soon discovered I had caught an orange peel The mixed fragrance of garlic and tomatoes floated out through the dilapidated windows. Truly, 1 was dreadfully disappointed in my city of Dreams, which turned out to be a city of nightmares. October 5. Berlin - 'Unden den Linden”, the German watchword. The Linden trees, indeed, live up to their fame, with their beautiful branches nearly overlapping each other from across the street. We were forcefully advised to visit Potsdam, the famous town where the ex-Kaiser reigned in all his glory. The most wonderful sight to me was the rose garden of the late Kaiserin, which was one mass of color enshrined in a fence of golden hollyhocks. All the buildings seemed to have a cloud over them, as the glory of the German court has completely faded out. i October 10. Paris—The Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe stand out as the landmarks of Paris. Churches and museums, how many hundreds we have seen in the past few months! But a guilty conscience would be the result of not visiting the Louvre. Six miles of galleries we hiked with Mona Lisa here, Venus de Milo there, and other well-famed masterpieces hidden among the less importnat paintings and statues. In a beautiful white marble mausoleum stands Napoleon’s tomb, a mass of red marble, onyx, and lapis lazuli. The gorgeous blue windows throw a gruesome light upon the whole affair. After a lingering drive down the ChampsElysee we found ourselves face to face with the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Mercy, my French! What in the world ever made me think I knew French? 1 called the valet this morning to ask him to clean my dress. Clean? For pity’s sake, what is “clean” in French? No, I did not know that, so I took a wild chance on “pressez”. Fine, it worked. I took my first ride in a French taxi this morning, and when I got out I handed the driver a five franc note nad waited for the change. Sud­ denly a cyclone of French came upon me and we argued for five and twenty minutes, the taxi driver in French and I in English, with one or two French words thrown in here and there. Finally I discovered that I had been offering him Swiss money! Au Revoir—Gaie Paree. —M. S. ’25. I t �2D e l p t) i c 17 Budding Genius \ ♦ t In a small but attractive bedroom a tall, slender girl was standing before a long mirror surveying herself. The early morning sun stream­ ing in through the eastern window emphasized the golden glints in her curly, brown hair. The girl had large, soft blue eyes and rosy cheeks, her nose was straight and small and her lips were pretty but sensitive, her rather dainty chin and the poise of her head added to her ethereal look. There was a dreamy expression in her eyes that made you know her thoughts were not of herself or her surroundings, but far, far away in a land of mystic dreams. Suddenly she came back to her own environment again and, realizing that she had been wasting time, she ran from her room and started down the stairs, but at the sound of masculine voices in the kitchen she hesi­ tated and seemed reluctant to go on. The Morgans’ kitchen was like any other you might see in the sur­ rounding country. It was the typical country kitchen, large, hospitable and noisy. The entire family was gathered there as they were every morning. Father Morgan had finished breakfast, and was engaged in lacing up his great boots in preparation for his day’s work. He was a huge man, kind-hearted and wholesome, who loved his wife and children, but he could not quite understand his oldest daughter, whose ideas he though just a little unnatural. Mrs. Morgan was at the stove making hotcakes, with a flaming face, which emphasized her sparkling black eyes and black hair, and told of a nature enthusiastic and independent. A boy of about nineteen and a little girl of eight were sitting at the table eating. When the girl appeared in the doorway she was greeted by a chorus of happy voices. She smiled at her mother, kissed her father and winced at her brother’s pet name of Liz, called out in his big, booming voice. Oh, how she hated that name! When anyone had the stately name of Elizabeth, Liz was such an awful come down, but it did not do any good to say anything. Bess was bad enough, but as that was what she was universally called, she was used to it. “Sis, will you make my doll a new dress? Josie Brown thinks she’s awful smart with that new dress her cousin sent her and I’d just like to show her,” piped Ruth, a trifle hard to understand because of a mouthful of toast. “Yes, dear, if I have time,” was Bess’s patient answer. “Have some hot-cakes, Bess,” spoke up mother from the stove, and Father Morgan made a chuckling remark about “Sis’s fancy hair do . �D e I p ft l c 18 ;raXe a k n^to his heroine and I'll never, never be able to write anything. As soon as my imagination gets to working I'm brought to earth with a u 1 hate this country life. Oh, how 1 hate it! If I do my hair in a orenay way Dad thinks I'm foolish, and if 1 don't eat five hot cakes every pretty way, rm sick Oh, for just one taste of a city girls Ufewith pretty clothes and parties and theaters! Then it would be so easvw write If mother will only let me go and visit Aunt Harriet. Mother did let Bess go to visit Aunt Harriet, and two weeks later Bess was standing in the crowded, noisy depot of a large city She was frightened and lonely, but when an imposing looking old gentleman who shf found later was her aunt's lawyer and secretary, kindly asked if she Miss Elizabeth Morgan, her spirits rose rapidly Elizabeth. How was taken to her Aunt Harriets house in a :t sresrs* ss s» but Bess soon forgot her old maid aunt in her new surroundings. Why she couldn’t help writing in a wonderful old house like this. It was almost like a castle. But that evening when she tried to'continue her story she couldn’t seem to get her mind on it at all. The home-like kitchen so many miles away, and her happy family, was the one picture that kept coming before her eyes. But she must forget it and go work. She was sure she had talent, for her teacher said she was a genius. Bess didn’t really believe quite that, but she did think she haa a chance in the literary world. That was all on the night of her arrival, but after a week of seeing something of the big world, going to theaters, dinners and Parties w she was hardly noticed, she realized how small and insignificant sn really was, and what was worse, she realized that she wanted to g home. In her letters to her family she kept up a brave front an tne to convince herself that she loved it all, but in her heart she knew it wa the country where she had lived all her life, that she loved. Her little flare at being a genius was over. Of course she still loved to write an let her imaginaiton run, but she had found out it was just as easy to do it at home with interruptions, and lots more fun. When she dashed into the kitchen that night of her return and hear Ben’s hearty laugh and affectionate “Hello, Liz!” she knew she love i • Father Morgan had realized in her absence that his girl was differe ^ and from then on never said a word about her fancies. After d\nne , when they were all sitting around the fire and she was enthusiastica thinking out an idea for another story, she laughed when Ruth b^gan tell her about Kitty Green’s latest escapade at school, and that the Smi cow had eaten some green paint and was just terribly sick. She gazed dreamily into the ruddy embers of the fire and kne^ 0N much happier she was at home. —B. S. 25. i t 1 �D e I p f) i c Romance Her home was in Southern Kentucky In the spot where the skies were blue In the land of the wonderful horses The place where the blue grass grew. And her eyes were soft and brown. Beautiful eyes they were, too, As she fondly looked out in the distance To the place where the blue grass grew. As she walked with the air of a queen, Her tiny feet wet with dew, She seemed to be looking for someone In the place where the blue grass grew. Finally she saw him coming And his eyes were bright and blue, And he chuckled as he passed The place where the blue grass grew. She loved him, oh, how she loved him, And she received a love as true; From this boy who lived in Kentucky, In the place where the blue grass grew. i He was only a farmer lad, But what would it mean to you If you loved this lad from Kentucky The place where the blue grass grew? The farmer boy let down the bars To let this pony pass through; Her brown eyes thanked him as he led her To the place where the blue grass grew. —Helen Love, ’28. 1 \ 19 �Signs About Town “Oh, dear!” sighed Madame Liberty, as she gazed down on the swarming mass of people just leaving the theater, “I wonder why it is that 1 must always remain up here above the street showing people where to go. They are so dull! They always need someone to lead them around, I guess. It is indeed a relief when I see the lights turned off and the doors closed for the night, for then is the time my fun begins. My arm does get so tired standing and holding this torch from six o’clock in the morning until so late at night! Someday I think I will revolt and drop it on someone’s head. Perhaps people will look up then, and I shall see something besides the top of their heads. But such is life!— and I must make the best of it, I suppose! Ah, I hear music. It must be my friend Monsieur Cat and Fiddle His music always cheers me after a long day. In a few minutes I shall be free to go and call on him.” As the lights were extinguished for the night, Madame Liberty stepped down from her pedastal and strolled up the street toward the house of Monsieur Cat and Fiddle. She went the long way around in order to ask at the Hazelwood whether anybody had picked up her fan. To her surprise as she approached she saw that the proprietor of that establish­ ment had fitted her beautiful jewelled fan onto his sign! She was most indignant, and after her interview with the manager it was a most humble man who returned her property. “Ugh!” sighed Madame Liberty, ‘‘How careless! Just as if he did not know whose fan that was!” As she was crossing Park Street she met Chief Lot-a-Noise, who accompanied her to the home of Monsieur Cat and Fiddle, where both enjoyed a delightful half hour of well executed music. Just in the middle of Monsieur Cat s favorite, ‘ A Canine Serenade at Midnight”, there was a great disturbance. Loud squeaks and grunts and roars. Much startled they all looked at once in the direction whence came the sound, and there they saw little Peter Blue Mouse and his friend Tony the Bear from Applegath’s come around the corner. Peter was rolling a ball almost bigger than himself, which radiated whole rainbows of color, and Tony was coming along beside him, taking ou one o his tiniest steps to five or six of Peter’s longest. Tears m Spre^min§ down the little Blue Mouse’s face so fast that no one could find out just what the trouble was. Finally, Madame Liberty calmed Peter enough so he could talk, and he began in a high, squeaky, teary voice: “I was p-p-playing w-with T-Tony; and he was teaching 111-me to sh-shoot my arrow b-b-ut when I sh-shot it, it went so f-far that t * t t �Delpbic 4 t 21 I c-couldn’t s-s-see where it c-came down, and I th-thought maybe it was over th-this way. Oh, I w-want m-my arrow! O-O-Oh!” We will help you “Never mind, Peter", soothed Madame Liberty, find it, won’t we, Chief and Monsieur Cat?" ‘We most surely will", they both rejoined. “Oh, w-will y-you r-r-really?” asked Peter, his face now wreathed in smiles again. “Oh, 1 will be so m-much obliged, kind people; because you see Mother Columbia loaned it to me, and she would be very much put out if I did not return it." “Tony, didn’t you see where it was headed?" asked Monsieur Cat. “No, I didn’t see where it lighted, but we were in front of Meier & Frank’s, and I thought it went somewhere over toward Washington Street. Come on, let’s start hunting for it, for it is getting late.” So they all started down the street in search of the arrow. Up one way and around a corner, everywhere they hunted, but the arrow was nowhere to be found. Tony even climbed up all the telegraph poles, but the arrow was too well concealed. “Oh, my-my a-ar-arrow," wailed Peter, where could it have gone! I don’t know wh-what M-Mother Columbia w-will say, b-but I do know sh-she will sc-cold me awfully. She just 1-loaned m-me th-that arrow, and sh-she t-told m-me to be sure and n-not 1-lose it!" And he was off again, sobbing as if his heart would break. “Well, stop crying, and we’ll keep on hunting for it. Tears won t help a bit, in fact they only make it harder for you to see! snapped Monsieur Cat, who was disgusted to have his music thus interrupted. “1 am so tired,” said Madame Liberty, “1 think a cup of coffeee would do us all good. Let’s stop at the Coffee Cup. I’m half frozen." “All right,” chimed in the rest. Just as they started in the Chief yelled a joyous cry of triumph, and pointed to the big steaming coffee cup, and there sticking out of the side of the saucer was the tip of the arrow. “Oh, boy, get it quick," squeaked Peter, as Tony climbed up and rescued the lost treasure. In the squeaking and laughing which followed they forgot all about the hot drink, and before they realized it they were way up the street; so the Chief invited them all to come to his Sandwich Shop and have bread and cheese and coffee. It all tasted so good, and they enjoyed themselves so much, that before they realized it the Journal clock struck five-thirty and they had to bid the Chief a, hasty farewell in order to get back to them respective places Of course .Peter Blue Mouse had to hurry faster than all the others for of six found he had to return the arrow to Mother Columbia; but quarter _JYF M. ’27. all of them at home. : �22 Delphic Stop! Look! Listen! ; “What’s the matter now! No, it won’t start! Pull out the choker That won't help it any. Yes it will, too. There! 1 suppose you think you’re smart! I nearly hit the door! All right now keep still, I despise people who drive from the back seat. That driveway ts too narrow. I almost hit it every time I go out. It is! If you d only try it' Help' There’s a car! It’s coming right at me! Why doesn’t it go out of my way? Fine! I’m past! Pretty good work, wasn’t it? Well, you needn’t laugh Don’t talk to me! I’m only trying, to dodge that telephone pole. Shall I put her in second? No? You’re out of your head1 Do you want me to wreck this car? Iknow I can’t possibly make that turn. Shall I try it? There! Not so bad, after all. Slow down? What do you want for nothing? I'm only going fifteen per. I am too! If you don’t believe it, look for yourself! Do I have to go down Broadway? I’m scared to death! Can’t l park somewhere up here? Honest, I can’t drive through traffic. Learn? There’s plenty of time for that. I’m getting into it, how can I possibly slide past all those cars?^ 1 Hot wish you were driving. It isn’t as easy as it looks, I can tell you. " diggity 1 How on earth did I do it? No back seat dri—O-OO-Oh! Nearly took my fender off! You idiot! Can’t you look what you re doing? Did you see the way he backed in there? I knew that would happen! That policeman turned the “stop” signal just as I got here! Horrid thing! I’ve killed my engine! How utterly humiliating! Do you suppose I’m out of gas? Tell the man back there to stop honking! 1 can’t help holding up the traffic! Why won’t it start? At last! Now, you look for a parking place. No, not there, can’t you see that hydrant? And that one has a freight entrance! Why do so many people come down town at once? Good! I see one. If that isn’t just my luck. Somebody’s taking it! Isn’t there another somewhere around? Is that one over there? It is! Glorious! You’d better get out now, it’ll probably take me half an hour to get in here. How much more room have I back there? Did I hit him? Bent the fender? S-sh, not so loud, somebody might hear you! Am I over six inches from the sidewalk? I. am? Well, why didn’t you say so before? Never mind, it’s going to stay that way. Come on! (Later) I might have known it! Arrested for parking over time! Dare me to tear it up? They’ll never know the difference. They won’t either! Oh, well, if you insist. (Later, minus five dollars.) That makes me sick! If you hadn’t taken so long shopping! I should think you might have paid half of it, anyway. Please stop talking! I’m getting nervous! I don’t give you a chance? To talk? I’m not talking, Im driving. You needn t snort like that! Well, trying to drive then. Does that suit you? On two wheels? It couldn’t have been! Well, I didn’t feel it anyway. Not faster than twenty-five. No, not once. Why, ? 1 �2D e I p b i c 23 I’d be scared to. Home? 0 wonderful! I’ll surely be relieved. I never can make this hill on high. It makes me furious every time I try it. Shall I shift now? Well, why not? See? You don’t know every­ thing. That turn into the driveway is awful! I’ve killed my engine! Well, get out and walk then. If you don’t like the way I drive, get some­ body else. At last! Look out! Don’t open the door yet! There now, you’ve taken all the paint off? Well, I missed the side of the garage again. Forgot to turn off the engine? Why, I did not! Oh, yes I did, too. There, don’t ask me to take you out again. I’m through for the day. —M. P. ’25. * To a Cat Like golden suns midst murky clouds, Your shining eyes smile up at me; Your snowy stock and soft gray coat, Squirrel and ermine seem to be. Your ears are like pink, moss-backed shells, Half buried in the wave-washed sand; Your whiskers, gleaming silvery white— A fairy gift from Luna’s hand. Descendent of the Bengal kings— Brave monarchs of the jungle wild— Once dangerous foe of man and beast, Now, gentle playmate of the child. i Eulogies to you are few; Your ilk is oft condemned I know; But like the dog you’re staunch and true, When love upon you we bestow. —Helen Gray Gatens, ’27. �24 3D e l p ftf c The Wail of a Senior I suppose I am a senior. The school says I am. My name is listed with the seniors. Having never been one before I cannot learn anything from the way I feel, but I imagine that 1 do not feel like one. I gazed profoundly at myself in a mirror and was sadly disappointed for I did not even look like one. The seniors I used to know were beau­ tiful, stately, dignified young ladies and wise beyond all comprehension. I am not at all like a young lady should be, and l am not beautiful and queenly and awe-inspiring, either, and as for knowledge I am not at all the sage 1 thought I would be. I always thought seniors had many wonderful, important things to do. Perhaps they did. Things usually change by the time I catch up to them. When 1 was in the fourth grade the teacher used to read selections from “The Lady of the Lake” to the fifth grade and sometimes she told them stories on Friday afternoons. 1 looked forward to being in that class but when 1 was promoted all this stopped for she decided that it was more profitable for the pupils to spend their spare time making up arithmetic problems which they had worked incorrectly. Those who had nothing to correct could spend their time as they wished. It was hopeless for me to have any aspirations to this felicity. The sixth.grade had a class club It was one of the things taken for granted. When 1 reached this grade I was filled with hopes of being class president, secretary and treasurer, but they put an order out against secret societies in the school. There were only seven grades then and I was looking forward to high school. It was only one year away when the school deemed it wise to add another grade. The two years, from the sixth through the eighth, finally passed. though staying after school to make up arithmetic made them seem like ten I now entered into the Academic department. The seniors presided over the study hall. They made so much.noise tapping for silence that one could not study very well. I longed for the day when I could bang in the same authoritative manner. I am a senior now but the study hall doesn't need any watching for > has suddenly mended its ways. This may seem very fine but it makes gnash ray teeth! As for the senior council, which used to have me mysterious meetings very often, it was only called together once this year” happened to be in some remote par, of the building and missed it all. isn ’t at all what I I don’t want to be pessimistic, but being a senior i —C. A. ’25. thought it would be. t $ �DeIp&ic 25 Can You Do Better? Mrs. Smythe Ridgewood was entertaining with a large tea one Thurs­ day afternoon. She was having a most delightful time and her guests seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. As she moved from the receiving line to speak to a close friend, a Mrs. Julius intercepted her on her way, gushing out with, “Oh, my dear Mrs. Ridgewood, I simply had to stop you and ask if you would be so kind as to give me your recipe for pickled onions? Those which you sent to us were delicious, and my husband enjoyed them so much that he fairly begged me to get the recipe from you. Yes, really! I felt sure you wouldn’t disappoint me!” “Why, I’m sure I’d be very glad to, I'll have it ready before you go. Thank you, my dear.” And she moved on to speak to her friend, Mrs. Tradles Thompson. “Sadie, dear, how are the three dear children?” “Oh, Maria, I’m so worried,” replied Mrs. Thompson. “Bobbie caught the measles and the other two have it, and I’m frantic. I don’t know what to do! “You poor thing,” murmured Mrs. Ridgewood. “Well, Maria, I would appreciate it if you would give me the method you used when your two were ill. They seemed to have been cured so miraculously.” “To be sure, I’d be only too glad to help you out,—I will have it ready when you leave.” „ “Oh, I can’t thank you enough, my dear, between friends, you know. ********** As Mrs. Tradles Thompson left, Mrs. Ridgewood handed her an envelope on which was written “Measles”, and to Mrs. Julius one on which was written “Pickled Onions”, and for both she received effusive thanks. * * * * # * * That evening Mrs. Julius said to her husband: “John, I was lucky enough to get that recipe from Mrs. Smythe Ridgewood. 111 made some }* f < * * for you very soon.” Read the “Great, my dear, They won’t last long if I’m near them. recipe to me.” “Very well!” She commenced: “Place in a dark room, so that they cannot possibly see the sunlight. Keep them warm all the time and be sure that no draft enters the room. Bathe the irritated parts with a solution of borax twice a day. This helps to reduce the heat. Perform^this duty for a period ot ten days and the results will be most gratifying. “John—what—oh, I never was so insulted in my life. That woman i ; ! ; �26 D e I p ft i c shall hear from me! The very idea—to treat me that way! I always have had a sense of humor, but—" Mrs. Julius was too indignant to voice her opinions further, so we shall leave her to her thoughts. In the meantime Mrs. Tradles Thompson was joyfully opening the envelope which she supposed contained the recipe for measles. She started to peruse it eagerly—reading— "Peel and cover with hot water and salt, making a strong brine. Let them stand for twenty-four hours. Drain and cover with another hot brine. The next day drain and make a fresh brine, heat to boiling point, add onions and boil three minutes. Drain and put in jars with bits of mace, a few whole peppers, cloves, and slices of red pepper. Fill with hot water— ’’ "Oh!” by this time Mrs. Thompson was wrathful. "What did that woman give me? I suppose she thinks she can make a fool of me— Henry—oh, oh, oh— Henry—” "Yes, dear, what is it?" And Henry came on the run. "Oh!” ejactulated his wife, "she gave me a recipe for m-measles and it’s all about peeling the children and letting them stand in hot water for hours. Oh, the idea! That sort of joke doesn’t appeal to me—and I have such a sensitive nature—oh—oh!" Henry, on reading the missive, perceives the error, as does John his wife’s mistake, but there’s no use telling a woman she’s wrong. Snobbishness, tilted noses, till Mrs. Smythe Ridgewood was fairly bewildered. Then one day the sensitive nature and the sense of humor met and accidentally compared notes. 1. M. ’25. I B * �DeIp6ic 27 T ravel When I’m in a very happy mood, I like to think of how nice it would be to go to Paris, to see all the big theaters, to ride through its gay streets, and to see all kinds of interesting things. When I feel studious, I long for a trip to Greece, that l might see where old battles were fought and where ancient temples stood; for that would make history much more interesting. Sometimes I imagine myself going to China and visiting secret opium dens and gambling houses, where there are terrible blood stains on the walls and floors. I imagine myself being pursued by frightful Chinamen and only being saved by some miracle. For beauty I would go to Italy or Hawaii to see all nature’s wonders, to go driving on Italian boulevards or to sit in the shadow of some palm and watch the tropical sun set into a golden ocean. But when I’m sleepy or tired I’d rather be cuddled up in a big chair in front of a cozy fire in my own home, than to be traveling anywhere in the —Margaret Johnson ’27. whole wide world. I The Finale r * The last day of the camping season found Camp Nomanee in great confusion. Tents were being taken down, army blankets checked up, the campus cleaned, canoes stored away, and a hundred and one other things being done that bridge upon departure. Here and there were small groups of girls, some talking and laughing, busy with packing, others in their bathing suits were paying their last respects to the dear old swimming hole, and still others were strolling leisurely through their favorite haunts, bidding them a fond farewell. And just in the busiest moment of the busiest day, came photographers who wished to take motion pictures of the camp and its inhabitants. Then came a pause in the day’s occupation, a time when we all felt just a little nearer each other than before, a time when the pervading atmosphere of jollity took a more earnest note, and we all seriously thought of what the future held for each of us. Suddenly our thoughts were interrupted by the clear musical notes of a bugle sounding melodiously in our ears. Of one accord we made one grand dash for the mess tent, for no Nomanee girl ever lost her appetite brooding over thoughts of departure. Our spirits were soon revived by devouring the most delicious dinner imaginable, a dinner with which the most pretentious Sybbarite could find no fault. Then such rousing cheers were sung, such chattering, such happiness caused by the mere fact that we could partake of the keen joy of living. The meal being over, we retired to our tents to don the ceremonial costume, a dress which greatly resembles that of an Indian maiden. It is �SD e I p j)i c decorated with our ambitions, our heart's desires, our attainments. We take great pride in this gown which is the record of our life, and we'try to guide our actions in such a way that the record may be spotless. Slowly the sun sank in the West, leaving the horizon tinted as autumn leaves, and soon after, evening shadows enveloped the hills. A twinkle here and a twinkle there, and the whole sky, as if by magic, became alight with millions of sparkling stars. One by one the girls quietly wended their way up the hill on which the council fire was held, a ceremony which took place but once during the camping period. It was regarded as the most beautiful, sacred and impressive event of the whole moon and none but full fledged members of the fire could sit within the circle and tend its mysterious flame. Then was the time honors were awarded, legends told, songs sung, and then was the time above all when we hated to leave our outdoor home. When the last strains of “Lay Me to Sleep in Sheltering Flame’’ had been sung, we stole softly away, to rest and sleep in heavenly peace, till dawn brought forth another day. Rest and sleep, did we say? Oh, no! Surely not that. Who of all that merry throng wished to spend the last night in sleeping. Former rules and regulations were by one and all disregarded, and the campus became dotted with white figures, determined upon enjoying to the utmost this glorious moonlight evening. Soon a flashlight procession was in session, the cook was awakened, the councilors were serenaded in romantic fashion, and pillow fights were in order. It was long after mid­ night before we merry revelers were brought to the realization that sleep is a necessary faction of good health, and so, after all, group after group retired to their cots, to spend the remainder of the nocturnal hours in sleeping. —Eleanor Poorman ’26. t * An Oregon Sunrise The earth is draped in Heavenly silence; Wood fragrance fills the crispen air; A warm glow tints the far horizon, Turning dewdrops to opals fair. A lurid ball of flame, half hidden, Floods the earth with purple light; A profile of a dazzling topaz, Set in the brow of dying Night. H See, fairy clouds the portal guarding, Where myriad rays of color play! Behold the flaming coach of PhoebusBearing the infant hour of Day! —Helen Gray Gatens, ’27. * �D e I p ft i c 29 Liberty 1 What is liberty! The word in itself means much. It is what our country was founded upon. It is supposed to mean freedom, but if every one truly felt himself free to do as he chose, what an awful tumult would arise. All are slaves to desire, custom and passion. People would not want to be really free, at liberty. He who honestly thinks himself to be free is only the more in bonds, the bonds of his own reason. Truly, “liberty is but the privilege of choosing your bondage”. —Dorothy Mautz ’26. Democracy * > Democracy is not merely a political term and it is not only, as some people might say, the showing of the freedom of American people. Democracy, this political system, is that the government is directly con­ trolled by the people. In a democracy where the right of making laws resides in the people at large, public virtue is more likely to be found. In some of the states of the United States pure democracy is found, as it was in some of the Greek states. Democracy is a political and legal equality, a state of society without class distinction made or favored by laws or customs. Democracy is, as defined by President Lincoln, ‘ A government of the people, by the people, and for the people. —Catherine Martin ’25. Culture f i Culture is not merely the training and refining of the moral or intel­ lectual faculties. It is something which everyone can have, taken from the point of refinement in people, if one really wants it. Yet it is an elusive object to describe. A cultured person has that undeniable some­ thing about him which immediately stamps him as being refined. We cannot tell right away what it is, but we know that it is there, and marks the person who has it as distinct from the common crowd. A cultured person is distinguished and noticeable but not in a conspicuous way. Culture is sometimes the cultivation of plants or a study of scientific subjects, or the study of the growth and development of plants and animals. Still, everyone knows and feels the presence of culture, be it in the laboring man or learned man, for it is the essence of good taste, manners and refinement. * �Much enthusiasm has been shown in Athletics in general and basket­ ball in particular this fall. Judging from the enthusiasm of the first and second Uppers, St. Helen s Hall will have promising basketball teams in the future. The first and second teams were posted, and are now working hard. They consist of: First Team: Center—Katie Martin (Captain). Side—Centers—Helen Peters, Roberta Pittock. Forwards—Marjorie Mariner, Nancy Chipman. Guards—Helen Loomis, Betty Allyn. Second Team: Center—Analene Cohen. Side-Center—Evelyn Meyer. rnraNrHldV^ari°oie Pittock> Elizabeth Martin. Guards—Velma Payne, Edythe Hartley, Helen Dunn. Class teams have also been posted and class games will be played later. The first of the two out of three games with Catlin’s came off on November 6 in our school ouenrh • •* ' §ymnas,urn- Even the pouring rain did not played well and f?pints* and the victory was ours 14-26. Both teams fact that two of p6*?*™6 W3S an excitln& one t0 watch. Owing to the “ 00 gymnasium B’rith P'ayed the second game with Catlin’s in B’nai ...^srri.f'-TS'rr,,a" "'ki« ”a we met with an 24-7. The Catlin’s team’s rapid passing and perfect team work waswas splendid, This defeat was the cause of strenuous practice the following week. �3D e l p ft i c 31 and also many rallies. Our yell leader, Mayanna Sargent, aroused more “pep” than has ever before been known. The third and final game was played on November 21 at Multnomah Club. It was the most thrilling, wildly exciting game, that the Hall girls have ever witnessed. Both teams were evenly matched, and it was a battle from start to finish, Our team played as it never had before, and when the final whistle blew, we had won. No one knew what the outcome would be until the last minute. The score was 18-20. The lineup was as follows: Center—Katie Martin. Side-Center—Helen Peters. Forwards—Elizabeth Martin, Marjorie Mariner. Guards—Velma Payne, Edythe Hartley. _ , _ Substitutions—Betty Allyn for Edythe Hartley; Roberta Pittock for Helen Peters. This game determined who should keep the cup for which the two schools have been playing for the past three years. The first year Gatlin’s was victorious, the second year St. Helen’s won. This year was the end of the two out of three series. Mrs Parry has given a silver cup as a hockey trophy, and the school is planning to form two hockey teams in the spring. The game was started in the school a few years ago and the girls were enthusiastic; so now we want to start it again, and really make something of it. I 4 ! Rallies S-t. H-e-l-e-n-s H-a double 1 Can you guess? The best, the finest, The grandest school of all— Listen! We’re cheering St. Helen’s Hall! That was one of the cheers that came ringing from the study hall at a rally Our cheer leader, Mayanna Sargent, showed us all what a real rally should be And the school proved to the team that .t would do i s bi by giving them encouragement. It is the school that expects its girls to win Tat proves the right spirit for its team, ^ -eryone wishes ______ the team good luck, and everyone stays for the game to see that team play, that is what we call school spirit. cheer No one knows better than a player how much the work: of a cheer leader, and the cooperation of the school means to any team. And we hoDe as the years go by that the school spirit will ever increase, always prove Te have “the best, the finest, the grandest schooWf all. �K- 32 D 11 p i) i c Some of the Cheers: T-h-e H-a-1-1 That’s the way to spell it This is the way to yell it The Hall! S-t. H-e-l-e-n-s H-a double 1, can you guess The best, the finest, The grandest school of all Listen! We’re cheering St. Helen’s Hall. Brecki co wax co wax co wax Brecki co wax co wax Hairo-Cairo Wally go wally go wally go wax The Hall Team rah! Team rah! Team team Rah! i i Song—(Tune—Hot Time) Use your heads, you girls in blue and red, Win this game for the Hall’s sake and fame, For we’re behind you team with lots of pep and steam And we’ll show them that our school can fight! Rah! Rah! H i ml �33 ) Thyra St. Clair (21) has announced her engagement to Mr. Alfred Newman. The wedding will take place in December. Annabelle Bates (22) was married last summer to Mr. David Cohen. Janet Griffith (22) was married November eighteenth to Mr. Donald M. Drake. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson B. Coffee (Marjorie Campbell ’17) are being congratulated upon the arrival of a daughter, November fifth, She has been named Joan Campbell Coffey. Helen Holmes (22) is attending Goucher College at Baltimore, Md. Esther Benson (22) has returned from a European trip with her aunt, Mrs. Allen. A great many of the Hall graduates are at the University of Oregon this year. From what we hear, they are enjoying the University life immensely. They are: Margaret Boyer (22), Peggy Spenser (23), Lillian Luders (23), Hazelmary Price (23), Elizabeth Bradley (24), Annie Ellen LaMore (24. Mildred Vaughn (24), Dorothy Mielke (24), Virginia Fenton (24), and Idelle Egbert, who did post graduate work here last year. Virginia Pittock (2)), Frances Spaulding (22), Helen Van De Water (22), Elva Mervy (21), Jessie Smith (20). Dorothy Haradon (23), Edna Ellen Bell (24), Ruth Wonacott (24), and Florence Volstorff (24) are all attending Reed College, which seems to be as popular as the Uni­ versity. Frances Spaulding is doing her junior year here but expects to return to Mills College next year to graduate. Mary Ray Fraley (24), Kathryn Hennagin, and Henrietta White are at the Oregon Agricultural College. Donna Jean Trumbull is now at the University of Washington. Katherin Hart (24) is in the east attending Miss Mason’s School. Roberta Douty (24) and her sister, Margaret Ellen Douty, are attend­ ing the Ward-Belmont School in Nashville, Tennessee. Charlotte Allen is in Baltimore, Maryland. �34 DeIp&ic Mrs. Allen Hemphill (Ethelwynne Harris ’02) is now living in Portland and has two small sons. Virginia Edwards (22) and Catherine Overbeck (22) have both returned to Wellesley. Catherine Deyette, who would have been one of our oldest classmates had she not moved to Seattle last year, is now a senior at St Nicolas School there, and has been elected president of her class and editor of the school paper. The friends of Miss Katherine Arnold (’01) will be interested to know that she has returned from Turkey, where she has been for the past three years, professor of mathematics in Constantinople College and is at present in Washington, D. C. She has accepted a position as’one of the secretaries of the American Association of University Women. Jean Muir (23) is traveling in Europe with her aunt, Mrs. Allison. �September 9 T, School opened today, and everyone was glad to get back, lhere are many new girls among us this year. September 22 The Glee Club was organized and officers elected. September 25 The Old Girls entertained the New Girls at a fancy dress party. ; | October 1 Betty Sewall was elected President of the School Council, and Catherine Martin, Vice-President. One hundred dollars was raised by the Hall girls toward helping rebuild St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral, which was destroyed by fire. This was the first contribution received by Dean Ramsey. October 11 an informal dance given by the boarders. October 31 _ , A candy sale was sponsored by the Seniors and a total of sixteen dollars was made. for all the boarders who had The boarders gave a birthday party birthday since the beginning of school. had a ^'several of the boarders, music pupils of Miss FoulKes, were guests at her reception for Percy Granger. studying The Tale of The second year English class, who are �2D e l p b i c 36 Two Cities, gave a mock trial of Charles Darnay, which was cleverly portrayed. November 5 The Musical History Class attended a symphony practice at the Auditorium. November 6 The first basketball game with Miss Catlin’s school was played today in our gym. We won with score of 26-14, much to1 everyone’s delight. The first quarter of the term ended today and the grade list posted. The Seniors won the banner as a reward for the highest class average. November 11 ciseIUeThaJ’nfa,^'SfiCet °ay' Wa$ ce,ebrated with impressive exer- The planting of trees, in memory of those who pave their rp",,' eewWv°erarsWTH h3S ^ the “ <he schfoT dutg those siven bv inri •/? yea,r eadl class offered a tree, besides tnose given by individual pupils. “The Boy Comes Home” a play Thr”s of^he Ola0"3810"; W3$ ®iv6n b>' the Expression Class. Catherine MavhewP U Waa due t0 Gwendolyn Hall, Lillian Bennett, November 13 Again the St. Helens Hall team met the Catlin team. The game was won by Catlin’s, who played exceedingly well. The score was 24-7. November 18 Maxine, accompanied T V'm‘1 fr0m ,be orPhan twins, Max and Mecklem andTr Ber/ t MeCklem and Mr• Berg. Both Mr. Chest. ‘ B g spoke t0 the gi»s about the Community November 21 was playe^with"’Miss' CathV T'*'"8-’ and enthusiastic game of all Both teams were workinf ' * ln the Multnomah Club today, minute that our team wn m endld^ and no °ne knew until the last This game, the last of C°me °Ut ahead with a score of 20-18. was ours. e three-year series, determined that the cup November 25 a tea at the school today for the all girls. The Senior and Junior girls �3D e l p b i c 37 November 26 This day being Wednesday and the day before the last Thursday in November, everyone went home in high spirits to partake of turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and all the rest of the nice things that together make up the best dinner in the whole year. December 1 All the girls returned after their two days’ vacation, and none look the worse for it. And now we are studying hard to pass away the time until the most exciting holiday on the Kalendar, Christmas. And even though it is a little early, we would like to wish you all a “Merry Christmas”. Kalendar, 1924-1925 1st Quarter ends November 7th (9 weeks, less a day). Thanksgiving Holidays, November 26th to 30th. Christmas Vacation, December 19th to January 6th. 2nd Quarter ends January 23rd (9 weeks, less one day). Mid-Year Examinations, January 26th to 30th. Second Term begins February 2nd. Washington’s Birthday, February 22nd, Holiday. 3rd Quarter ends March 27th (8 weeks). Easter Vacation, April 16th to 27th. 4th Quarter ends May 22nd (8 weeks). Final Examinations, May 25th to 29th. Commencement, June 2nd. . i �Glee Club tores*;6 Mrf *tS WOrk thls year under the same instrucrememhe f h C j**? Smith, whom our readers and friends will veTrs w/ h P 1?mirable accomPlishments with us for the past few Christmfls hv mVC * a SOn^s’ tdat ran£e from old English ballads, We hone to5’ ^ luHabyS’ t0 faSt Chzecho-Slavakian tunes. sS“:n;^ »“f" - - •<*»anearlyforty ** memberehiP from thirty girls last year to Vice-President, Velma pLn^V0110^ President’ Elbertine Adams; Donna Magnuson• Rnci ynA?’ Secretary, Celeste Proctor; Treasurer, ness Manager, Lilias Pekier an*ger’ Mathilda Bowman; Assistant Busiour voices and memorizing6^^^ ^ °fflcers’ Mrs- Smith, the school, everyday vernacular, our ^ �2D e l p in c 39 Boarders9 Dance On October eleventh the boarders gave an informal dance. There were twenty couples present, a most convenient number for the Hall Annex, where the dance took place. The boarders all like the Annex, which was used socially for the first time, and they hope to use it a^ain for their parties. The Old Girl-New Girl Party ! I I ; I ; i Bold Captain Kidd, the demure Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, sly Tom Sawyer and his pal, Huckleberry Finn, the three dashing musketeers, Hans Brinker, or was it his sister, Gretal?, the little Egyptian, Babbie! Little Lord Fauntleroy, bright little Peter Rabbit, and even the Ancient Mariner, besides oceans of others, stepped out of their respective books for nearly four hours on the evening of September 25th. In other words, the old girls were entertaining the new girls at our annual Old GirlNew Girl party, and everyone came as a character from some book. After the grand march the prizes were awarded. The first one went, after much deliberation, to Peter Rabbit, the second to Huck Finn, and the third to the much loved Rebecca. Or to be more explicit, to Pricilla House, Elizabeth St. Clair and Geraldine Kirby. Then followed the initiation of the new girls, a very exhausting ex­ perience we are sure. Nevertheless, the new girls, especially one young athlete, struggled through it with very good grace. After this everyone joined in and danced, and later on refreshments were served, and then more dancing, until it was time to stop. Every­ one agreed that this party had been the “best ever” and we are sure that the new girls felt much more at home among us the next day. The girls of the Hall who are pupils of Miss Jocelyn Foulkes attended a most unique reception Tuesday evening, November fourth, at Miss Foulkes’ home. Percy Grainger, the eminent Australian pianist and composer, was the guest of honor. The small group of musical people whom Miss Foulkes invited to meet Mr. Grainger were surprised to find him a very ordinary man as to appearance, except for a mass of golden hair, which, however, did not tend to make him seem effeminate. His extraordinarily pleasing personality made his lecture-lesson to three of Miss Foulkes’ pupils an exceptionally interesting event. He pointed out bad points here, and good points there, in those works of his which they played, thereby bringing out his, the composer’s, own conception of their meaning. Mr. Grainger here revealed an entirely different side from that which most of his admirers see on the concert stage. His every word concern­ ing music revealed how fully this great man put his whole life into his art. Miss Foulkes played a two piano-four hand arrangement by Humbert of Faure’s quartet in C minor with Mr. Grainger. This performance was remarkably successful despite the fact that the two players had had no previous rehearsal. �__ I The Delphic is pleased to acknowledge the following exchanges: The Blue Pencil, Walnut Hill School, Natick, Massachusetts. The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. The Emerald, University of Oregon, Eugene, Oregon. The O. A. C Barometer, Oregon Agricultural College, Corvallis, Oregon. The Olympus, Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington. The Oregon Churchman, Portland, Oregon. The Blue Pencil—Your cuts are fair, your snapshots good, and your The Lord Gardener” is an especially literary department excellent, good story. Your Class History and Class Prophecy both well written. On the whole, a very good issue. The Academia—We acknowledge both your Commencement issue, which was received too late for mention in our June issue, and your fall number. Both magazines are well organized with the exception of your cuts, which could be improved. Your literary department is always commendable for originality. Deserving special mention is the story ' Dicky’s Blind Man,” in your Commencement number. �D c I p f) i c 41 SCHOOL HONORS, 1924 The Medal The Medal for the Best Essay on Patriotism awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters. Cecilie Applegath—(Subject, “What We Owe to Magna Charta.”) Winners of Certificates of Merit: CECILIE APPLEGATH JEAN ROSENBLATT IRENE MACKAY LUCILE BOWMAN ELIZABETH BRADLEY RUTH WONACOTT CHARLETTE ALLEN LAURA HAGOOD CELESTE PROCTOR CATHERINE WEST MYRNA LAMSER Honorable Mention: DOROTHY MAUTZ MARIA WILSON EDNA ELLEN BELL ROBERTA DOUTY School Honors The First Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 90% in every study. 95% in attendance, order and punctuality. 99% in conduct. DEBORAH BALL ROBERTA DOUTY IDELI.E EGBERT CORNELIA IRELAND EVELYN MEYER MARY MALARKEY The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 80% in every study. 90% in attendance, order and punctuality. 98% in conduct. �D e l p t) i c EDNA ELLEN BELL MARGARET ELLEN DOUTY KATHERINE HART ELEANOR POORMAN ROSAMUND STRICKER LILLIAN BURDETT DARRELL TORREY FLORENCE VOLSTORFF CATHERINE WEST GERALDINE BLODGETT EDYTHE HARTLEY DOROTHY MAUTZ BETTY SEWALL IMOGENE WENTWORTH Last year Bishop Sumner offered a competitive Scholarship Prize to the Junior who passed the Eastern College Entrance Examinations in six points with the highest average. The Scholarship was won by Evelyn Meyer. Two cups given by Mrs. F. F. Pittock are to have engraved upon them each year the names of the girls who receive the highest grades in these examinations, in French and English. The French cup bears the name of Evelyn Meyer. The English that of Marjorie Pittock. Two new cups were given this year for honors in these examinations, one for Latin by the Alumnae Association, and one for Mathematics by Mr. and Mrs. Ernest H. Meyer. The former was won by Evelyn Meyer. The latter by Deborah Ball. The Alumnae Association has offered a pin for the Senior who o tains t e highest average in studies and deportment in the Senior year. It was won this year by Roberta Douty. thp Peteurs’ Geraldine Spence, Marjorie Mariner, who played for Schoolletters *n tlle ^ntersc*10*ast,c Basketball Game, won their Catherine Martin, who has held the School Tennis Championship for tour years, and who won in t^e singles in the tournament with Catlin’s this vp_r >ear, was awarded a small emblem. �« JUST OVER THE TERCUP5- I live just across the Miss E.: “Ah, 1 am a near neighbor now. river. D. Statter: “How nice. I hope you will drop in some day. Lives of Seniors oft remind us How to “Bluff” the teachers best, And, departing, leave behind us, Helpful hints for all the rest. •’WXS’ XSSL, *<*' ~~ « — Teacher: E. Hartley: them.” Little bits of candy, Gum and class pins too, Make some puffed up Juniors Act like Freshmen do. B. Congleton: “Do you know where the Dead Sea is?” M. L. Zan: “No, 1 didn’t even know it was dead. �': D 11 p ft i c 44 An assignment on original sonnets almost caused the Junior Cla complete mental paralysis. We are taking the privilege of printing SS of the reactions: ® two A Sonnet How can an English pupil write a sonnet, What is there that I could form into verse? I hope this thing I write could be lots worse. To show that I have pondered long upon it. The only flowers I have are on a hat To write of flowers of cloth Pm not inclined Many scents of flowers are on the wind. But none that I can form into a sonnet. When I consider how my time I’ve spent That I may be a credit to the class I just do wish someone to me had lent A sonnet that I could have used. Alas! A hat is the use?” I sadly ask, and so Here are my fourteen lines all in a row. —Dorothy Smith, ’26. Just a Sonnet Now all my time I’ve spent in vainFully two periods I’ve idled away For' cSnttIng’ thinkin2 and racking my brain No vS?w fPre,tJ Hnes with 3 musical sway And Jun Und °Ut its an impossibility, And also a waste of valuable time To even'male" two Whenny°U l,ave n’° ability. : j ™ake two or three words rhvmp ■d end this thing now if only I might For /nTrl 'Carry U f0ur lin« more8 ’ But So no more upon me will this dear sonnet pend. Donna Magnuson, ’25. Mathematics Mathematics makes me wonder TSrhiUS* n° 800d at all? Hims TbeafaT-'0 be patient b i Deat against a wall My6 heartUhr ' gamely Another zero bring! °f °'d average If°iamnaUITber bestuntold. Calm c r rnathematics k-alm, superior will I hp Such a victory for me. —I. M. ’25. �D e I p t) t c 45 Miss W.: “What great works did Milton write?” C. Martin: “He wrote Bunyon’s Pilgrim Progress, didn’t he?” I Mackay: “What’ll we do?” . D Torry: “I’ll spin a coin. If it’s heads we’ll go to the movies; it it’s tails we’ll go to the dance; and if it stands on edge, we’ll study.” M. Barde: “Say, Dorothy, whose line do you prefer nowadays?” D. Livesly (dreaming as usual):: “Oh, the telephone’s.” Any Instructor: “Elizabeth, there is a waste basket in the corner.” C. Martin (defining) : “Oh, yes, a student is a very educated person of a studious nature.” ^ Miss W.: “Aren’t you a student, Catherine e Miss T.: Where are the girls this afternoon?” J. Knapp: “They are having a fit.” Miss T.: “A what?” J. Knapp: “They went down to Olds & King’s to have a fit of their uniforms.” E Zan (speaking of Jonathan Edwards as president of Princeton) : “That was a little before or just after he died, I think, wasn t it? A. Cohen (mournfully) : “Did you ever feel so small you could walk ! under a centipede on stilts? ’ —. — r—r MESS- *» - “7 ’“■5* : .rtSS, ^.777c"e«v.S a££. *.”3 handing t. X ! ! late at that. bad toothache this morning: that’s a good Mademoiselle: “I had a sentence for drill.” in Wakeman?” Instructor:: “Catherine, have you read your assignment Katy: “Why—a-er—yes. book on my desk; you left it there Instructor: “Well, I have your yesterday after class.” Of all the beasts that flit around Or dash about the road, I’d rather be just what I am A little pigeon toad. something for my will you please give me H. Loomis: “Doctor, head?” it as a gift.” Doctor: “My dear girl, I wouldn’t take ! �T ■ 46 D e l p ft i c Art for Art’s Sake Among the diverse arts represented in this school none is more promi­ nent than that of running the phonograph. “Simple enough”, you will say, but just try it and you’ll see what a really difficult task it is. Playing a piano is, of course, aided by constant practice, but practice on a piano is a pleasure. Just stand by a phonograph for an hour and keep it going at an even rate of speed. At the end of fifteen minutes you will be tired, at the end of a half hour your hand will be stiff, and after an hour you will probably collapse or do something equally desperate. One cannot learn this art by practice,—it must be naturally born in one. This makes the art a far rarer thing than it would otherwise be. Ask the boarders; they know. In fact, you can ask anyone who has managed to use their phonograph after the spring in it has broken, and everywhere you will meet with the information that running a phono­ graph is a feat of the greatest delicacy as well as an accomplishment of the highest order. I said the boarders before, because they have suf­ fered severely from the broken spring in their phonograph. This tragedy, which took place some time ago, has caused a number of them to aspire to become artists along this rare new line. Among the aspirants, Ger­ aldine Kirby undoubtedly occupies the majestic seat at the very top, for in t is art, Jerry is indeed a “top-notcher”. Her time is unerring, her effort^nU f 56 the GnVy °f any 0pera sinSer> she is tireless in her ra ^ eaSf everyone at same time, and what is more wonderful, ® cf" 7" * Phono8raPh. for a whole hour without collapsing. If anyone her jf ^ 1S ?reat artist> the Paderewski of the phonograph, we offer with ,h?7Land compensation her trouble, the beautiful phonograph departmentP 60 S^nn^> ,s the pride of the entire boarding —A. C. 25. -v ciom ind the hghts went out. As a certfn 6 C0V6rS Came a muffled shout, £s a certain person tall and fair Thpn8^ m a gIass> one> two, a pair BuralPas'aaTasC'hee’ee “d S°me app!^’ t0°’ We heard a fi* we were through Which did n„ n-klun? sound from ^r, We ?an hm v,n,guhtly Ieisures ■mar. we ran but oh—the cider SDilt Theiwhrm ^^^ng beneath our quilt; The vo?ce on whom^’ rk night ther^ s°unded ‘‘Ah^surelv the ndn °U,r *??? were founded: And yoSr silence I fen°f PICkles 1 smell> Then suddenly «i2r Up0n you does tell” “Your mistake, ',is°'cMd^olTdill5tU1' —C. M. ’25. �Please Patronize Our Advertisers i ; We Wish You a ytl<trr? Christmas and Ufapp? ^ear ^fheiZZ ■ jhshr.» _/ ■ ■ i PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS : �I J . PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS l i �Armishaw Bros. GOOD TIMES are party times—when someone else plans the party. Why not enjoy all your parties by letting HENRY plan them and see that they are prepared in his inimitable way. 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Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Christmas 1924 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1924. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1924 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1924-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers