10 10 96 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/1749ee5b8669d8feecfea9c92d1ea303.pdf 847ee71b37f9e7679d894864f36d4714 PDF Text Text �%» •r- - &**« z&8$mv r • : ■ •■ . ; . •- * -V. A.? ■ -•* - .V ^e’V- • • *, • �J ■ c �t �f. ii: II Ghe Delphic ► ■"Hil i St. Helen’s ‘Kail I Of ‘Portland, Oregon : H | ||ir iiip i i i ■ ii Si 1931 - 1932 i ■ \! - i I i \ ! ■ | i i i ■■ -I ■ Oolume XXXII dumber 12 !! i ill. ■ j i 1 tI �Contents w Frontispiece Faculty Delphic Staff Senior Section School Honors Literary Juvenile Sports Calendar Old Girl Notes Exchanges Jokes Advertisements �I I I ' i •! 5 The DELPHIC I ■I is j i Officers and Instructors RECTOR The Right Reverend Tiie Bishop of Oregon CHAPLAIN The Reverend Richard F. Ayres . : G E X E R A L S U PER IX TE X D EX CE The Sisters of •! :: St. John Baptist (Holy Scripture, Church History) i Latin, English, History Rondeau L. Evans ! Hi Whitman College, B. A. H English Gertrude Houk Eariss University of Oregon, B. A. Cornell University, M. A. ■ French, Spanish Joyce Grotii University of Washington, B A Science Lily M. Lewis London University, Png., Inter. B. Sc. Mathematics Helen W. Shuman University of Oregon, B. A Esther ........... English. History C. Walker........... University of Oregon, B. A. Physical Director Xan A. Knapp I i ! . I ! Temple University, Philadelphia i! r French, English, History Bernice R. New house Willamette University, B. A. University of Oregon, M. A. ' : French : j Susaxne Cocaine Diplomce de Tours Lower School Marion Jenkins : . Lower School Oregon Normal School Helen Olson i i !i Oregon Normal School University of Oregon, B. A. Mildred Meyers ! I ' i; Lower School Oregon Normal School ■ ■ t ■ ■ : ! : I! �6 The DELPHIC i MUSIC AND ART Voice Pauline Miller Chapman Dramatics Constance Roth Folts University of Oregon, B A Sam Hume’s School of the Theatre for Teachers, Berkeley, California Piano Jocelyn Foulkes Pupil of Malwin Bree, Vienna Repertoire and Interpretation with Percy Grainger William Wallace Graham I'iolin Piano Flora Gray Pupil of Paul Kursteincr, New York, and of Abby Whiteside, New \ ork Voice, Glee Club Mabel ITall-Smitii New England Conservatory 'Cello Anne O’Reilly Kromer Member of the Portland Symphony Orchestra Pupil of Van Vliet, New York, and Ferdinand Conrad, Portland Aesthetic Dancing Katheri ne Laidlaw Pupil of Ruth St. Denis Violin Jane O’Reilly Pupil of Stassevitch, New York, and Rex Underwood, Eugene, Oregon Art, Piano Louise M. Thomson Guildhall School of Music, London Interpretation of Modern Music under Louis Victor Saar, 1927 Doctor W. S. Knox School Physician I �I if; ! I lii : I;' i i1 : ■ r i i ■; ; ! 1 f i i i ! « ; ; : ] x i; i; !' : i ! il s i'i ! :i li i , ! I ! ■ ! ! : i I ; I i ; ■ i i ■ ; j i, I ■ ■ ■: i: i \ i )!j I !; ! I il ■ ii i ii l!3ii i �: �i I I The DELPHIC 7 . ! ■: !< , ! 1! 1I 1 t I ! II ill it I I ' Delphic Staff I ! 1931-1932 Editor-in-Chicf................ Literary Editor. ........ Assistant Literary Editor. Business............................ Art .................................... Sports................................. Old Girl Notes................ Music and Entertainment Exchanges........................ Jokes ................................. Calendar............................. Advertising___Jane Myers, Manager; Mary ! 1 i ...................................Irene Soehren .......................................Jane Bickle .....................................Betty Tubbs Katherine Espy, Virginia Proctor ...................................Shirley Fulton Martha Carpenter, Helen Monner .............. Jean Luckel, Elyse West .Jane Campbell. Margaret Downs ..Catherine Dahm, Nancy Cullers ...............................Helen Campbell ...Savillc Riley, Elizabeth Reeves Louise Kendall; Anne Latourette; Sara Jane Henderson ; Peggy Jones i i 'I Ii ! i! , ill; il!' ! ;l li l i ! ! �. s The DELPHIC Jane Bickle Jean M. Cameron 11elen 1*2. Cam pbei.l Jane H. Campbell : . § ■ V : �5 The DELPHIC 9 i Martha A. Carpenter, Vice President V, Nancy L. Cullers Catherine M. E. Dahm Margaret D. Downs ! ; 1 �10 The DELPHIC Katherine A. Espy Shirley V. Fulton Sara-Jane Henderson Marcelle D’lor ah Jones 3 I �3 :! I :|* ■ ii ' ; 1 II The DELPHIC ' i Mary Louise Kendall, Secretary-Treasurer i i ■ i. i ! !; : : ii A N N E LATO U RETT E 111 : I ! Jean E. Luckel, President Ii! j!!i jiiM i!1! •1 • ! f, ll i u Helen E. Monner i !: mi : I. i i ■ I viS. iI ! 61 I '.i i �12 The DELPHIC Jane A. Myers Virginia M. Proctor Elizabeth Reeves Saviixe J. Riley / ); j I �1 I t i 1 ■ The DELPHIC 13 i p 1 i! i; Irene E. Soei-iren ■; :! !I , ■ i ! t Jean A. Watson 1 Elvse M. West i i r ! Evelyn R. Zehntijauer u : ! 1 i !! i ! ’ if I iV! II: ' ! , I; r 1 �14 The DELPHIC Class Prophecy ( ! I was speeding toward the Unseen in an automobile. Out of the chaos I struggled nobly to collect my scattered wits. As 1 became calmer, I perceived that I was being rapidly transported through a weird, gloomy forest. The shadows were as those of eternity. They appalled, they oppressed me. Suddenly, a tire blew out. Helplessly. T sat down and bewailed my fate. My knowledge about tires was exceedingly vague. I had a faint idea that somehow air must be captured and laboriously injected into the tube, but how to accomplish this, I had no idea. Sud­ denly, I was startled by a slight rustling behind me. Apprehensively, cautiously, I looked around and beheld a wizened little man who leered sweetly at me and then conducted me to the mouth of a yawning cavern. He bade me go on alone. The passage was dark as midnight. Hesitantly, tremulously, 1 groped my way along, clinging to the cold, clammy walls. Presently I distinguished a dim light in the distance and heard indistinct voices. As I crawled nearer, words became plain. “Tickets, please!” ‘Stop pushiir !” “Ice. eight cents a chunk!” “Fans, palm-leaf and Japanese, very cheap!” “Get your overcoat checked here!” etc. What did all this mean? Where was I? But suddenly I found myself in the midst of a large throng. Trail forms with wings, demons, and goblins composed the mob. What—and then it came to me as a sudden light. This was the Inferno of Dante and the lower world of Aeneas. As I stood among these creatures, an official-looking man beckoned to me to follow him. My friend finally stopped in front of a door with the sign. “Ladies’ Fitting Establishment”, above it. Once inside the door I felt more at home than before. There were a number of other new arrivals there, who were also being fitted. To my great surprise I met Helen Monner. She told me that she had been living in Italy, where she had served as model for the cherub faces portrayed by leading Italian artists. Then I told her of my great work as a Salvation Army leader in Africa. In the course of our conversation about the class of 1932 Helen told me that Jane Bickle, head of the first organized League of Bachelor Girls in America, had her headquarters in Salt Lake City. With the help of an attendant, who spoke a very strange language which puzzled me, I arrayed myself in a cool-looking white gown and started forth. Just as I was about to leave. I saw Margaret Downs enter the room. She told me she had been living in Denver, where she had established a very exclusive kindergarten, and that her only two pupils were the twin daughters of Jane Camp­ bell, the famous actress, best known for her role of Lady Macbeth. Margaret also told me that, at the famous Tabernacle, she frequently attended lectures given by the well-known I. W. W. leader, Jean Cameron. In fact, Margaret said that she had been so impressed by Jean’s talks that she herself had become a convert to the philosophy and hence had reached her present state. As I opened the door, I was stopped by the owner of this establishment, who was none other than Katherine Espy. She had been a model of the latest styles from Paris in one of New York’s smartest shops on Fifth Avenue. �■ MB 1 I : ■!] 1f :•! The DELPHIC § ; 15 ! ■i When I stopped outside the door, I saw a girl standing there alone. She seemed so sad that I said, ‘'Hello”, and immediately saw that it was Jean Watson. When I asked her what she had been doing, she replied that for some time she had played the saxophone with the ‘‘Red Heads”, a popular girls’ orchestra in New York. Jean told me that she had visited Niagara Falls just before she left the other world. She had seen Jane Myers and Jean Luckel perform their spec­ tacular feat of going over the Falls in a barrel. Upon reaching the bottom, they had come straight to their present abode. With her was Shirley Fulton, who had accidentally entered the underworld while carrying on her archeological investi­ gations of Egyptian tombs. Jean Watson offered to lend me her fan, and I gave her niy smelling-salts and handkerchief in exchange. We then agreed to go on together, looking for some of our former classmates. We followed the other shades and soon came to the bank of the river Styx. There was no bridge, and T couldn’t understand how we were to cross. Presently I heard a whistle, and a large double-decked steamer came into view. Standing on the deck, in a blue mackintosh and brown leggings, his whiskers blown by the wind, was Captain Charon. He glanced toward the shore for a moment and then cried out in a loud voice, “All aboard!” When the boat pulled out from shore, the former Hotel St. Francis orchestra, the leader of which I recognized as Elizabeth Reeves, began to play lustily, “Down by the Sycamore Tree”, with Sara Jane Henderson crooning the chorus. As the boat neared the other shore, we heard blood-curdling barks and howls and immediately saw Cerberus, the three-headed dog which guards the portal. Captain Charon threw him a piece of Angel Food cake which put him to sleep and allowed us to pass by the cave and enter the dwelling place of the shades. We came upon the tragic scene where Judge Minos reigns supreme. Every departed soul must stand before his judgment seat to answer for all crimes com­ mitted in life. The people to be judged were arranged in long rows far up the mountain side. In the first row from Chicago we saw Helen Campbell, who had been leader of a Chicago gang. Next, we found Anne Latourette in the Oregon City line. She said that she had been mayor of Oregon City, first woman governor of Oregon, and now hoped to replace Pluto as the ruler of the Underworld. From New York we saw Irene Soehren, who had been one of America's greatest Com­ munist leaders. She had first won recognition for herself by leading a hunger strike, during which she had refused to eat carrot salad. We also saw Mary Louise Kendall, the second Houdini, who had built her reputation on her ability to extri­ cate herself from any locked building and who had recently taken French leave from the other world; and Peggy Jones, who had been Hollywood’s leading beauty expert and had produced more platinum blondes for less money than any one else in the country. From Portland we met Catherine Dahm, who had been head of the chemistry department of Reed College and. in an elaborate experiment in scientific research, had just blown herself straight to Hades. Saville Riley and Elyse West swooped down upon us in their aeroplane. They told us they were among the leading aviatrixes of America and had just accomplished' the first non­ stop flight to Hades. 115 ill : ; i . ;il I ;i! it ! is ; i! 1 j ! ; l ' I r i ; : ) i i t 1' ' !! Ii ■ ; = :i i c: ■ �16 The DELPHIC Having been given a broad acre in the Elysian fields, we passed through sev­ eral divisions of the lower world. We came to the dwelling place of those who had been put to death under false accusations. Here I met Evelyn Zehnlbauer, the famous pianist of the Orpheum circuit. When I asked her what false accusation had been brought against her, she sorrowfully told me that she had been accused of getting a permanent. We travelled through several other districts and viewed the walls and gates of Tartarus. Several blocks farther on, a beautiful vision spread before our eyes. We saw before us the green fields through which ran the river Lethe and the white marble buildings in the distance. We knew we had reached Elysium. Virginia Proctor, Helen Monner. �!! i ii f; ! i ; i : The DELPHIC i I 17 ! Mi i i The Last Will and Testament of the Class of ’32 I I: 1 I, I Iclen Campbell, will my raven tresses to Margaret Kribs. I ! hi T. Martha Carpenter, will my halt system of typing to Becky Hopkins. I. Katherine Espy, will my art of hair dressing to Edith Kolhase and Helen Jenkins, to be equally divided between them. I. Nancy Cullers, will my knack of “getting by" without studying to Frances Watzek. ! jl : . I l !■: ; i I. Catherine Dahm, will my hobby-pins to Ruth Smith. I I, Margaret Downs, will my parking space to Theresa Grossmayer. K I, Shirley Fulton, will my graceful carriage to Ruth Clark. n i I ! . : : I, Jean Cameron, will my ability to get order marks to Esther Jobes. ■ ; ' !| ■ ! J, Jane Bicklc, will my angelic disposition to Jane Tennison. I :: i: :■ i I. Sara Jane Henderson, will my Essay on Burns to the highest bidder. i. I’cyyyv Jones, will my domestic aptitude to Ora May Holdman. Mary Louise Kendall, leave my pug nose to Frances Miller, i. lean Luckel, leave the class motto to any one who will dig it up. I. Anne Latourettc, leave mv fruitless quest for knowledge to my sister, Jean. ; ! I, Jane Myers, will my quiet sneeze to Sue Steiwer. ill ! ' ;! I, Virginia Proctor, will my Sacred Studies genius to Barbara Berger. I. Elizabeth Reeves, will my ladylike conduct to Laurabelle McGrail. I! I, Irene Soehren, leave my powers of concentration to Ruth Simmonds. j ; lA I, Jean Watson, will my red hair to Elizabeth Zehntbauer. I. Elyse Wrcst, will my blushes to Dot Hill I i I, Evelyn Zehntbauer, will my hearty laugh to Jane Wilmot. , i ; .1 i; I, Saville Riley, will my back seat to Margaret Kribs, who is usually in it. s : Ii I, Jane Campbell, will my serious aspect to Mary Jane McDonald. We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-two, leave our pictures in the study hall to smile down on the Junior Class, to whom we leave the honor of being Seniors; and on the Sophomores, whom we wish the best of success and to whom we leave our school spirit: and on the Freshmen, to whom we leave our dignity. ;• i I, Helen Monner, will my athletic prowess to Betty Watkins. i: j: 1 1i l ;i : li Now that we have finished our will, we are ready to pass into the great be­ yond—The Alumnae Association. i 1 ii V : i ��♦ l �;: H : ' i : ,■ Safe ■ ■ ’ �; ■! ii The DELPHIC i 19 ! School Honors ‘ill; !j i :i i W! ;• 1931 : t ; I The Oregon Committee on Prize Essays for the American Chemical Society awarded its second prize, a certificate and a copy of “Chemistry in Medicine , to Nancy Foley, a Senior. The subject of her essay was “The Relation of Chemistry to National Defense”. MlS' The Medal and Certificate for the best essay on a patriotic subject, awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters, was won by: 11; ;' ; i . Dorothy Hill, a Freshman. Subject. “Patriotism”. Other winners of Certificates of Merit: Billie Reynolds, Gretchen Smith, Ruth Clarke, Dorothy J. Furnish. ; ! I ' I Honorable mention was given to Helen Dahl and Jean Moir. The Alumnae Pin is awarded to the Senior of good scholarship who has most actively contributed to school life. This honor went to Peggy .Cullers, President of the Senior Class. A silver vase has been given to the Boarding Department. On this each year are to be put the numerals of the class obtaining the highest average in Good Citizenship. The honor of this year’s inscription went to “1931”, the Senior class. For the highest average in Good Citizenship a pin and testimonial were awarded to Nancy Foley. Honorable mention was given to Helen Campbell, Evelyn Bates, and Lucille Leonardo. The American Legion gives a Medal and Certificate to an eighth grade grad­ uate for strength and stability of character: high standards of conduct: keen sense of what is right: adherence to truth and conscience: devotion to duty; and practice of clean speech. In our school this medal went to Jeanne Latourette. A beautiful book, given by Mrs. John S. Parke to the girl who on all occa­ sions is most courteous and helpful, went to Katherine Espy. In the Fire Prevention Essay Contest the First Prize, $3.00, was awarded to Mary Jane McDonald. The Second Prize, $2.00, was won by Frances Corfe, and the Third Prize, $1.00, by Dorothy Furnish. i; ; ! :1 ■ ' ! ■ I 1 f ; •I | ii ■i H i: • ii •Ii h I. ; l| ! i j! 5 ■ ; i Ii i I i i is : If �20 The DELPHIC TESTIMONIALS The First Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of: 90% in every study : 90% in attendance; 95% in order and punctuality; 99% in conduct. Jane Bickle Jane Campbell Nancy Cullers Peggy Cullers Katharine Gilbert Eleanor Luper :1 Frances Miller Helen Elizabeth Monner Shirley Paulson Elizabeth Reeves Grctchcn Smith Betty Tubbs 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; 9S% in conduct. Maxine Micth Martha Burkhart Jane A. Myers Catherine Dahm Bernice Norville Helen M. Dahl Ruth Scruggs Dorothy Enos Hannasuc Watts Barbara W. Fiske Frances VVatzck Vivian Howe Evelvn Zehntbauer i Honorable mention was given to June Munroe, who would have received a Second Testimonial had she been here the whole year required by the rules. : \\ I �! i jit 21 The DELPHIC ■ ■ I I Editorials ' We, the Seniors, stand gazing into the mystery of the vast beyond, trying to read the future, to unfold its hidden secrets, but all is veiled in obscurity. We falter, hesitant and uncertain, but, still, for us the future holds great promise. Far beyond, challenging us to glorious battlefields and brave deeds, lie treasures yet unfound, new worlds to conquer! We turn back and behold the solidity and unchangeableness of the basic structure upon which we have built our intellectual, spiritual, and moral edifice. W e shall always be deeply grateful to those who have assisted in its building, hoping that our future lives may redound to the happiness of these faithful and patient architects. Our tasks have been much lightened by pleasant association with our fellow students, sharing alike each other's cross and crown. Words are inadeqna e to express our deepest and sincerest wishes for the future success of our sdu.Mii and of all those who come within its wag. And as we pass from out. its ; uria . may our lives ever reflect its noble purpose, “That our daughters may be as the polished corners of the temple". 11 u r are serene and happy memories, but we must face the future with its uncertainty, its joys and its sorrows. A sudden flash of light penetrates the darknos. We see the gleams of a far-off beacon, which kindles within us the fire of zeal and courage, the torch of hope and faith. Our fears arc banished, and we now step forth, finding our feet upon the firm foundation we have built. Make way! We are the class of ’32, and victory is our goal! «J« *1* «•. *i* *i* ill v !j 5 !i i i i! ! ii I! 'r Commencement! It is the Alpha and the Omega—the beginning and the end. For we, the Seniors, stand at the crossroads. True, it is not the first time. There was that awful day. many years ago, when we went to school for the first time and, in spite of coaxing and threatening, could not be prevailed upon to say a word to the teacher. Then there was the time when we outgrew our little blue frocks and put on high heels and did up our hair and they called us “Miss”. All this seems many years ago—when we stood at those other crossroads. Insignifi­ cant they seem now, almost nothing compared to the course that lies before us, for, our high school days ended, we stand again at the crossroads. Looking back, we realize how splendid has been our heritage as the daughters of St. Helen's. Know ledge of the classics, the sciences, the arts, understanding of things spiritual as w ell as intellectual, she has given to those who would take them. Realizing how much we owe to our Alma Mater, we shall do our best to be worthy of her, to attain the perfection she demands of us. If perfection be our goal, we know* that we can never quite reach it, but we know’ also that “he wdio shoots at the mid-day sun shoots higher than he wdio aims but at a bush". So we leave behind us the happy, carefree days of our youth and, with serious­ ness of mind and heart, go forth to find our place in the world, to take up new tasks, new responsibilities, to make our dreams at last come true. : nil If! : ‘I : i ■ ii I i : ! i ii : i ■ ;;S TI i it;} 1! Ii;i: ' ■ : i :i ■ i �22 The DELPHIC i i "These Tedious Old Fools!” T)OOR, funny, old Polonius! All the ridiculous, silly, stupid traits that a human can have, it seems, are rolled up in this one little old man. In his younger days he may have been a very clever person, but somehow the possibility is doubt­ ful to me. Nevertheless, I do respect him in that he. from time to time, has shown some good common sense, although I reiterate that I have never noticed any cleverness in his character. I think he is at his best in his speech to his son, who is just leaving for France. On this occasion he gives advice which may prove profitable to any one that reads it, young or old. If one has ever known the joy of having an old grandfather, one can forgive the little nonsensical things which Polonius says and does during the course of the play, Hamlet. They are typical of childish old age. One is even a little ashamed of Hamlet, sometimes, when he appears disrespectful to the old gentle­ man. But old men such as Polonius are bound to be more or less provoking to youths such as Hamlet, who are full of clever irony and witty sarcasm. Ilamlet cannot be blamed harshly for criticising old Polonius, for the boy is undergoing great sorrow, and; the strong desire to avenge his beloved father is ever rankling within him. The incoherent prattlings of Polonius must seem to Hamlet but a waste of the time which is so precious to him at this critical period. Polonius, like many old men, is overconfident. He feels that his many years and experiences have brought him great wisdom and understanding, and so, of course, they have, but he is too much aware of this fact. He gives sound advice, but it is often at the wrong time, and' it may frequently bring harm and disaster to those who heed him. On the whole, however, Polonius is not a bad sort of person. He furnishes a great deal of amusement in the play. The incident in which he is made an end of through the arras is even rather droll. That last is a harsh, cold-blooded state­ ment. I repent for having held such a thought. Why could it not have been the wicked king behind the tapestry instead of poor old wordy Polonius? —Saville Riley, ’32. City Night A city at night glimmers from far off With its myriad lights. A city at night is a glamorous woman In an opera-cloak of dusky velvet Spangled with glittering sequins Of brilliant gold and green and red. But coming close I find the satin lining of the cloak Frayed and threadbare, And there are moth-holes in the velvet. —Ada McIntosh, ’33. �! ' i ! The DELPHIC 23 ! ;■ Inside the Mail-pouch r I fHE mail-pouch was growing fatter and fatter as it neared New York. There were letters and letters of every kind, thick business ones in big typewritten envelopes, dainty little scented notes in envelopes of various bright colors, and all sorts and sizes in between. All of them, however, were tightly sealed and told nothing to the outsider but where they were going and from where they came. The postal cards were different, especially the picture ones (and my, what stacks there were of these!), carrying their messages boldly uncovered, trusting that no one but the right person would read them, and, as for their pictures, flaunting their gay colors, really very proud to be looked at. They were becoming very crowded, though ; and, finally, when a fresh lot was squeezed into the pouch and one of the cards was pressed closely against another, it said, a bit crossly, “Dear me! 1 don’t like to get so close to you this hot day; it nearly gives me a sunstroke. You look like a jungle. And what are those yellow spots on you?” “Humph!" said'the other. "I don’t think you can see very well. My picture is not a jungle at all but a Honduras banana plantation, and’ those yellow spots are hunches of ripe bananas. Where did you come from, not to know about bananas: By the way, I don’t like to look at you either; you give me cold chills! What are all those piles of ice on you, anyway?” 1 came from St. Moritz in the high Alps of Switzerland,” replied the other. “That ice is an exquisite glacier. Many tourists come to St. Moritz to see it. What are those bananas of yours good for?" “Good for?" echoed the banana card. “Well, you must be ignorant! Good to eat! \nd the way people eat them in the United States! Why, from around my country they ship billions of them up there." "It you ask me, I’d rather live in Bruges, where I came from, than either of your hot or cold places,” interposed another card. “Where is Bruges?" asked the Alpine card. "In Belgium.” replied- the other, “and it is the quaintest, loveliest old city you ever saw. There are pretty canals all through it, with swans floating around on them and mossy stone bridges over them.” “Yes, Bruges seems to be all right," said the others, peering critically at the card, “but what is that ridiculous-looking cart in the front of your picture, with the tall cans in it, the big shaggy dog hitched to it, and the boy standing by?" Thereupon the Bruges card broke into a discussion about the milk cart. Sud­ denly. it was interrupted. “I heard one of you talking about the mountains awhile ago—the Alps, I think you called them. But I wonder if you ever heard of our mountain in Japan? Its name is Fujiyama, and we think it the most magnificent mountain in the—” “Oh, yes, but what is the pink stuff on you? You’re all covered with it." “Those are cherry trees in blossom,” explained the Japanese card. “We have a special holiday to celebrate ‘Cherry-viewing Time', and the emperor gives a beautiful party in his palace garden. I think it’s ever so much more charming. Ill i ! Ii: I ill Hi! ji S I * II ‘ ; : 1 ! ' : ii i �S’.! 24 The DELPHIC the way people do in Japan, than in other countries, where. 1 hear, the most ioiks think of, when they look at cherry trees, is how many pics and preserves can he made from them.” “Don’t be so cock-sure!” another card burst out. "In California, where I come from, we’ve started a day like your 'Cherry-viewing' Time’, only it beats yours all to pieces! We call it Tdossom Day’. Do you know, in one valley alone we have ten million plum and peach and cherry trees, and from now on Californians are going to make a business of looking at them. So there, now You needn’t brag so about Japan." "Do you come from California?” asked the Japanese card in surprise ‘A our picture looks just like the inside of a rowboat with people sitting on each side and staring down at the bottom What on earth are they looking at r "Now, surely you’ve heard of a glass-bottomed boat! You see, 1 come irom Catalina Island, where there are wonderful sea-gardens. Talk about your em­ peror’s garden parties! He’d have something to look at if he went out in a ylassbottomed boat in the bay at Catalina!" "Gracious!” said the Bruges card with a shudder. "I should think th< glass might break and everybody drown!” “Oh, no,” continued the Catalina card, “there’s no danger The glass i> very thick, and you can sit there and look down into the water at the most fascinating things. There are trailing sea-weeds and kelp all spangled with silver: and there are queer, flowery-looking things that arc half animals and half plants, and lish— oh, my, such fish!—red and green and blue and purple and orange and gold and silver, and the light sifts through the water and sparkles like hundreds ol rainbows. Moreover, sometimes you can see into big caves full of mermaids, combing their curly hair—light green, you know—with golden combs—” "Oh, hush!” cried out the Alpine card. “Tut, tut!” said the banana card. “What?" ejaculated the Bruges card. "Humph!" sniffed the Japanese card. —Evelyn Zei-intiiauer, ‘32. :; Spring Birds arc flying northward. Soft, warm breezes blow ; Trees will soon start budding, Flowers begin to grow. i ; Si I Evening light lasts longer ’Ere the crickets sing: Nature seems to answer The gentle call of Spring. —Anne Berkey, '35. �The DELPHIC ! 25 \\i The Innkeeper’s Story T WAS staying in Ludlow, England, two days, and for that reason 1 found it x necessary to register at the Castle Lodge, a fifteenth century building which was just outside the walls of Ludlow Castle and was in olden times used as the Guest Mouse to the castle. The innkeeper, guiding me up the narrow, winding staircase, told me I was to have the room in which Marion de La Bruere spent one night many, many years ago. 1 was, of course, greatly interested in what the aged man said and was eager to learn more. "Do tell me more/’ 1 begged in a soft voice, <:for such things as this interest me. ‘Bight you arc!” returned the jolly Englishman. ‘‘I fancy I can give you a tragic account of the life of Marion de La Bruere.” ‘Oh, please do!” 1 enjoined, greatly taken with the friendly attitude of the old innkeeper. i r: ‘ he began, "Marion de La Bruere was an exceptionally fair maiden. She was visiting at Ludlow Castle when she was given the King’s permission to meet \rn<MI de Lys, who was imprisoned in Pendover Tower. She was rather persevering m her attentions toward the gallant young knight and soon fell a victim to his fascinations. "Marion de La Bruere had not known Arnold for long when he succeeded in inducing her to assist in his escape. The escape was effected one dark night through one of the windows by means of tying together sheets and towels. How­ ever. ou'y a short time had passed when Marion de La Bruere began to long for Arnold, and so on a certain festival day, pining for her lover, she feigned illness and begged to he left in private. In due time she sent word to Arnold, who to­ gether with Huge de Lacy conspired to take the castle. "Accordingly, one moonless night Arnold, with a thousand men-at-arms and with Marion de La Bruerc’s aid, clambered up a ladder which had been left sus­ pended. Me passed noiselessly through the castle, and after killing the guards in their beds, he took the entire castle. "In the morning Marion realized that she unconsciously had aided Arnold in his treachery. Seized with despair and anger, she snatched Arnold’s sword and pierced him to the heart while he slept. Then she opened wide her window and flung herself hundreds of feet to her death.” "What a tragedy!” I exclaimed. "However, when one considers it, those happenings were not uncommon in that age. But you arc so kind to tell me this story, and when \ go into the castle tomorrow, I shall notice particularly those places of which you have spoken.” With these my parting words, the old gentleman walked cautiously from the room, closing the door behind him. —Jan nett e Jones, *33. I ,i ■ ; 1 M . I 1! It li I II' b i i it ? IS ; ': | 1 '' I !' ' i i i! . �26 The DELPHIC Special Grammar Class ^^RAMMAR! Is it possible that there exists, in the English language, a more appallingly suggestive word? It is a name that causes students to shudder and to speak soltly. For those who disobey its rigid precepts are cast into a special grammar class and mercilessly condemned to analyze complicated and complex sentences. Here they distinguish themselves by doing violence to our fair language, while a helpless English teacher vainly endeavors to explain con­ structions. But the light never seems to dawn, and grammar remains an inex­ plicable mystery. 1 here was a time, many years ago, when those who spoke the Anglo-Saxon tongue were not bound by rigid and cumbersome formalities of speech But years passed, and the laws of correct and incorrect usage crept in. Rigid, unbending, they made our beautiful language a precise and technical subject. Participles must no longer dangle, and infinitives must cease to split. Modifiers must not be mis­ placed. All must be balanced, logical, grammatically correct. A new terror to the student arose in the grammarian, who. solicitous lest the purity of the language be defiled, denounced all words of Latin origin, held the dicronary to be the supreme and final authority on controversies pertaining to diction, and first evolved the theory that copulative verbs must never take objects. But a new generation came, and a new order arose. Slang, picturesque, vivid, colorful, threatened to destroy the sacred principles on which correct and effective English is founded. Special grammar classes were instituted and have secured un­ expected results. The day is past when a Senior might, with impunity, abuse the mother tongue. Out of the past, out of the grammar books which record that past, the solemn injunction of the grammarian speaks, "Elegant English, young ladies, elegant English ! —Irene Soeuren, ’32. i’’ ' ;: "Just an Old Spanish Custom” TUTHETHER Tim, the clumsy-footed setter puppy, was a descendant of some ** Spanish bovine was not known, but the spirit of the bull fight seemed in­ stinctive, as he rushed and charged at the crimson flannels blowing in the breeze of some unsuspecting neighbor’s back yard. Again the unseen toreador flaunted the red in Tim’s face, but Tim was waiting for this opportunity, and the cloth was in his mouth—rather unconven­ tional for a bull, but of course Tim hadn’t any horns, and his teeth served just as well. Tim administered a terrible tossing to the red thing and left it limp and torn on the ground. He was glowering and panting, when the matadora came bounding into the arena. However, the glittering sword was replaced by a threatening broom stick. It was at this moment that the magnificent bull decided to depart most unceremoniously, an act which he did with amazing celerity, for Tim reasoned that the matadora wielded that broom much too aptly. Thus ended the life of a pair of clean red flannels and of a perfect ten min—Jane Campbell, ’32. utes for Tim and the writer. �i ! : The DELPHIC 27 i ! Far Seas j C LANDING on the wharf, looking, out over the murky water, the murky sky, the murky smoke rising from the large chimneys across the river, stood the tired business man, a man of about forty-odd, well groomed, yet with an air of utterly disconsolate weariness about him. He leaned against an old building of the docks and contemplated life. How tired he seemed, how depressed, and how utterly futile were the duties he performed daily, those duties which at certain times were enveloped with such an air of importance. It was too much! He was too tired to go on with this monotony of life. Suddenly his shifting gaze was arrested by the sight of a man. Any other person at such a time would have passed over this man, simply thinking, “unkempt, dirty, shiftless". But as he went aboard the tramp steamer lying alongside the dock lie was followed by the tired eyes of the business man. As the weary gaze of tlie latter rested upon the ship, his worries dropped from him, and he seemed to take new life and heart, as though his burden had-been lifted. Shall we look into his thoughts? * * * * A lonely tramp steamer is gliding slowly down the river at eventide. The river, a tiny silver thread, fades into the distance. How far away seems freedom and the ocean! But no, the ocean comes into view, and the lonely little vessel, carrying its shiftless, unkempt captain and crew, sails gallantly forth in search of new seas to traverse, new lands to explore. Southward she travels and on her journey sees great waves beating relent­ lessly upon a cold, gray cliff : the sunset on a coral strand: the sound of temple bells and voices; dancing girls and music. All this passes with the steamer, and the business man finds himself many days upon the ocean, an azure blue ocean with the sun beating torridlv down, never ceasing. Nights pass, cool nights with stars above and only the sound of the ship’s making progress to a farther point. * * ❖ * A break came in the thoughts of the dreamer. He started and- found himself once more upon the dingy wharf, gazing upon an old sea captain with tarnished buttons on his coat, shouting orders to his motley crew. The tramp ship slowly slipped away, down the river. He was alone, all alone upon the dock. Slowly, he raised his hand to his forehead, feeling, so it seemed, the battered cap of the old sea captain. “There, but for the hand of fate, go I", he muttered, and turning upon his heel, he left the lonely dock in stillness. —Mary Louise Kendall, ’32. ! ; » ■ i iiS ' ! 1 : i; i ■ ■ ! ; ! H ; . : ! ; i !:i !' i ? �28 The DELPHIC Washington’s Influence on Our Life Today (Atvardcd first prize for State of Oregon) Jj ■ : •: Li ^^REAT nations arc always proud. America, with her untold wealth and re­ sources. is a great nation. She has a right to hold her head high among the nations of the world. But she must be proud only of the right things. \ ast re­ sources and wealth can never replace great men. History shows that a nation must inculcate its principles into the lives of its leaders. If it fails to do this, it will die for lack of ideals and worthy aspirations. Yet we often excuse our failure to emulate the greatness of our leaders by saying that their paths were lighted by the fire of genius, that they were endowed with a superhuman knowledge and wisdom, that they were thus enable* 1 to reach heights of perfection we can never hope to attain. Thus we endow them with the characters of gods rather than of men, and. convinced of the futility of our attempts to reach the shining goal they have set. we scorn tluw : uailiivs we possess as unworthy and content ourselves with obscurity instead o fame The nation forgets that those principles for which her ancestors fought arc the under­ lying principles of our republic today, and that the characters and the policies of her early leaders are as vital now as they were two centuries ago. Today the name of Washington has become synonymous with the highest American ideals. It is a name that stands for patience and modesty, truth and honor, courage and patriotism. It is the name of a man who sacrificed personal desire that these United States might be forever free. We who have inherited this freedom have also inherited the principles of George Washington. Life is the great teacher. If we can discover nobility in the lives of others, it will teach us to make our own noble. Our understanding of how great men have faced danger and struggled will help us to conquer in our own struggles. From his distinguished ancestors, Washington inherited a high code of honor, a love of truth, and a deep sense of justice and duty. From them, also, came an inherent faith in God—an unshakable belief in a merciful and all-divining Provi­ dence. To his mother he owed his simple dignity, steadfast courage, and ability to command. Washington received only a rudimentary, colonial education. Loving knowl­ edge, he learned by observation and experience. The training which prepared him for his great calling was purely American. Thus George Washington was the Son before he was the Father of his country. I le loved the superior culture of the Old World. He admired its refined aristocracy—its ancient code of chivalrous courtesy and unstained honor. Yet when the crucial test came, it was not these shadowy, romantic traditions of a forgotten past that he acknowledged, but a new ideal—a new creed for a New World. Washington’s standards as a gentleman were irreproachable. These stand­ ards were not merely refinement, nobility, and education, but also kindness, hos­ pitality, and generosity. Guiding him always was conscience, bidding him be fair, just, and helpful. Today, when the laws of courtesy seem forgotten, we may well �; The DELPHIC 29 , remember Washington, who so perfectly embodied these principles. Modern youth has declared a second War of Independence—a rebellion against restraint and for­ mality. There is a tendency to throw convention to the winds and seize upon the sensational and novel. Our daughters often forsake the ideal of feminine grace and charm, and our sons disdain the gallantry of other days. We admire culture abroad; we ignore it at home. But the example of George Washington, gentle­ man. keeps always before us a worthy ideal. Intelligence is required to recognize intelligence, and it takes a great mind to see the workings of God. Washington, in his triumphs and failures, acknowl­ edged an Intelligence greater than his own. His belief in a Supreme Being was deep and constant. Early in life lie was taught by his mother to “Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth." He was taught forbearance, self-denial, and modeMy—stern lessons which we of a care-free age too willingly forget. But these lessons made a lasting imprint upon Washington and have today become the heritage of American youth. Washington, the statesman, combined personal integrity and moral principle wi ll intense loyalty. With singleness of mind and heart, he served his country, and with a foresight and vision we cannot readily understand, counselled her to I>r- erve peace at home and abroad. Undoubtedly he foresaw the entanglements that would result from foreign alliances. At any rate, his influence upon our national policies has been tremendous, and, in times of stress like the present, his counsels arc our surest guide. Two centuries have passed since the birth of Washington, but two centuries have not sufficed to dim the glory or obscure the splendor of that immortal name. As long as America stands, a monument to liberty and democracy, that name shall also stand. As long as Americans exist upon the face of the earth, that name shall be revered and honored. As long as freedom and justice prevail, it shall be remembered. And so. with Lincoln, “in solemn awe we pronounce the name of W ashington, and in its deathless splendor leave it shining on." —Irene Soeiiren, ’32. i i! ! : i : i 'i II I !i! i i! 1 II [ ■ ; ! '■ « ij i; I i; i. : I Hi jI i1 i H6 .! ; ■ �30 The DELPHIC Meat-Shop Fantasy ' pound of bacon,” sighed Mr. Scmidt, as he handed a package over the counter to the very small person with a pink hair ribbon bobbing' just above the counter. “Ach,” he sighed again, as he gingerly followed the customer to the door and snapped the bolt with equal gingerness, “Vot a hard day.’’ So saying, Mr. Scmidt cleaned the meat block, hung up the vicious-looking carving utensils, took off his rather soiled apron, and then went out the back door of his meat market to climb the stairs to the apartment above, from which the sound of Mrs. Scmidt’s voice was heard singing above the clatter of dishes. Mr. Scmidt entered the living room, pul on his slippers, and took up his large meerschaum pipe to smoke and to read the paper before dinner. Ach.” he smiled to himself, as he settled back into the chair, “Ach. no more meat for anuder day.” But for the rest of us the day in the meat market is not over in fact it has just begun. Hours pass, dusk falls, and then suddenly there is a small squeal from the little pig with the big red apple in his mouth. It is the signal for the dance to begin! Out of the ice-box, the show case, and the storerooms come the meats, one by one marching gayly out. The little pig turns, and. as each passes, he bows to the little queen in the showcase with the apple now placed on her head for a crown. “Begin,” says she, as the sausages with their arms about each other dance out into the middle of the circle. Chorus girls could do no better. The dance is a huge success, and the queen nods her approval as the performers run off. Now comes the act of the lamb chops, who, each with his frilled pant leg, do an old-fashioned minuet. Now for a change, for next on the floor come the ox tongues. They are certainly wooing the queen, as they sing in marvelous har­ mony. “Oh, the tongues can tell what the eyes cannot.” Next from the queen’s own right hand come her close relatives, the pigs’ feet. Never before has such wonderful tap dancing been done. The tapping resounds marvelously on the cement floor of the market, and the act is applauded so long that the pigs’ feet do an encore of the black bottom, which is equally good. Then comes the heart, which is so overcome at the sight of the beautiful queen that its palpitations are as amusing as are its other performances. But hark, there are movements overhead, a step on the stair. Back to the showcase, up to the storerooms, into the ice-box, up and away, all! The door opens, and Mr. Scmidt greets the new day from his market. As the little pig settles down comfortably with the apple again in her mouth, she notices that the town clock says seven o’clock—another day. —Frances Watzek, ’33. �’ The DELPHIC 31 !: Davy Jones’ Locker Down in the deep blue sea The fishes live right merrily. Merrily they glide along, Merrily they slide along Over the green sea-weed. !i Down in the deep blue sea Dead men live right cheerily, With pearls for eyes Of the proper size, They see much more than we can see. They court the mermaids young and fair, Mermaids with the long green hair, Who've combs of gold And castles old That dot the landscape everywhere. On roasted roots of kelp they dine. Dished up with sea-froth, spice, and wine, And nectar sup From a clamshell cup ’Way down deep in the salty brine. They robe themselves in garments fair, And crowns of coral deck their hair, Rare jewels and gold And treasures old From sunken ships lying there. They ride on the crest of the tossing waves On stormy nights when the wild wind raves. Oh, hark, to the wail Of the roaring gale ! They rest in the deep-sea caves. —Ada McIntosh, ’33. li 1 ■ I : I �■ 32 The DELPHIC Washington Cathedral ■ : 1 j tHE noble idea of having a Protestant Episcopal Cathedral at the capital of our nation was conceived in the early part of the nineteenth century, and the present structure is fast nearing completion to take its place among the world's most beautiful cathedrals. There are many hallowed traditions connected with the site of the present cathedral, which represents the ministry of the Word and the Sacraments side by side in the nation’s capital. The Ministry of the Word was provided for. even before the Cathedral was built, by open-air services, by Cathedral Missions in different parts of the District of Columbia, by the office of “Canon Missioncr”, and also by the St. Chrysostom Fund. The Ministry of the Sacraments is taken care of by the beautiful Jerusalem Altar in the Little Sanctuary, where Holy Communion is celebrated daily, and by the Jordan Font in the RapPslry where the Holy Sacrament of Baptism is administered. On Sunday, October 23, 1898, a magnificent Iona Cross of stone was erected in the presence of the Bishops and Clergy of the General Convention of the Church and the President of the United States. This twenty-foot cross was raised on the Cathedral site, a tract of over forty acres on the top of St. Alban's Mill, about four hundred feet above the level of lower Pennsylvania Avenue. When looking upon this cross, one is awed by its impressive dignity and grandeur. It marks the foundation of the Cathedral of St. Peter and St. Paul and the first meeting of the General Convention in the capital of the United States, and also commemorates the end of the war with Spain. The Cathedral is situated south of the center of the Close, the west front being marked by the Peace Cross. The building itself will extend east five hundred feet, the Chancel facing the rising sun. East of the Chancel there is to be an immense amphitheatre, with a capacity of twenty thousand people, where open-air services are to be held. South of the west front of the Cathedral is the Little Sanctuary containing the Jerusalem Altar, the Glastonbury Cathedra1, the Hilda Stone, and many other objects of interest. Through the archway-of the Little Sanctuary can be seen the Glastonbury Thorne, a shoot of the Holy Throne of Glastonbury Abbey. Beyond the gate of the Little Sanctuary is the Cathedral Choir School, facing the cloister. North of the Cathedral stands the Baptistry, containing the beautiful Jordan Font, and west of the Baptistry is situated St. Alban’s Parish Church, under whose Chancel has been buried the saintly Bishop Clagget, the first Bishop consecrated on American soil. The Cathedral School for Girls, donated by Airs. Phoebe Hearst, is in the northwest corner of the Close. The beautiful Little Sanctuary was given by the children of the late Mrs. Percy R. Pyne in remembrance of her interest in the Cathedral. The architect of this structure was Edward L. Satterlee. The first object of interest in the Chapel is the historic stone from Iona Cathedral, with Columba’s last words carved upon it. Facing the entrance is the Jerusalem Altar, the stones of which were taken from the quarries of Solomon in the Holy City of Jerusalem. On the south side �I I The DELPHIC ■; 33 1 i of the altar lias been placed the Book of Remembrance, containing the names of all those who have contributed to the Cathedral. Over the opening containing this book is placed the cherished Hilda Stone, which was formerly the keystone of an arch in the Abbey of St. Hilda at Whitby. On the north side of the Chancel is the Glastonbury Cathedral, made from stones of Glastonbury Cathedral, which were given by Mr. Stanley Austin and have at his request been formed into a Bishop’s Chair. The Baptistry is situated near the center of the Cathedral grounds, in what will be the angle formed by the north wall of the Nave and the north Transept of the Cathedral. This building contains the magnificent Jordan Font, which is made from pure white Carrara marble. The interior of the Font is lined with stones gathered from the River Jordan. To add to the majestic splendor and beaut\ of this Font, on its eight panels have been sculptured the principal events ot Christ’s Life and. rising in the center, as though to crown its glory, is a marble figure of Our Lord. This triumph of beauty, grandeur, and art was de­ signed and carved by Mr. William Partridge, the architect of the entire Baptistry being I lenrv Randall. In General Washington’s plan laid out by Major L*Enfant for the federal city, he provided for a National Cathedral, but he never realized his dream. The foundation stone for the Cathedral was laid in 1907, a ceremony in which Presi­ dent Roosevelt took part. It is built Cruciform and in Gothic style and has been pronounced one of the most perfect examples of this type of architecture. The architects were George Bodley of London and Henry Vaughn of Boston. One of the most significant features of this Cathedral is that it combines in perfect unity materials from the New World and from the Old. This beautiful Cathedral is our national shrine, and within its portals every travel-stained and weary pilgrim may find peace and comfort. It is indeed fitting and proper that we should have at the capital of our glorious republic, a national Cathedral, symbolizing the supremacy of Our Heavenly Father in all things and filling us with trust that with His guidance our nation shall ever lead the nations of the Earth. —Jane Bickle, ’32. ! ! : !i ■I l> ! >■ i ii . I i : { l i !: i' it ; •! <■ ■ : ii I 1 i j i I l �: 34 The DELPHIC Tundra TF you could picture for yourself the severest, most solitary, most treeless sight in the world, that sight would be the Alaskan tundra. Tundra is a Russian word and one particularly expressive. Webster gives his usual colorless, concise definition, “One of the level or undulating treeless plains characteristic of northern Arctic regions in both hemispheres.” To Alas­ kans who have learned to love and fear it, it means much more. It signifies to them a means of livelihood in summer, a great danger in winter. It affords the only scenery for those who have been born and reared on it It is a solitary, end­ less place, whereon, it seems, earthly troubles should have no place. During the short summer season there is extensive mining on the tundra. Often can be seen an old, l;igh-booted prospector with lorn clothes, mosquito­ netting over his hat, and on his back a pack, consisting of bacon, beans, flapjack flour, and a frying pan. He treks stoically and hopefully over hi- beloved land, seeking that ever-sought-for, ever-elusive metal, gold. The miner wades through the knee-deep, icy-cold water on the surface of eternally frozen ice and mud : he stumbles wearily on nigger-heads, which are knolls of earth, moss, and bright Arctic flowers; he occasionally routs by accident a mother ptarmigan, who tries bravely and pitifully to lead him from the warmth of her nest of new-laid eggs or new-hatched babies. The man is pestered continually by the large and vicious mosquitoes which buzz about and attempt to extract blood from his dry old bones. If there is a hill in the distance, the slope seems to retreat far into the distance as he approaches it. In winter the story is different. Then the miner keeps to his cabin, for unless of extreme necessity no one ventures out into an Arctic blizzard. The age­ less tundra is weighted down by a mass of snow many feet deep. That waste of whirling whiteness and icy, cutting gale means swift oblivion to any one out in it for even a very short period of time. The austerity, solitude, and withal the vital quality and beauty of Alaskan tundra have never been woven into magic by writer’s pen. —Louise Harlan, 33. Why? Oh, why was man made so, That after day’s last radiant glow, He sometimes seems to sly and furtive grow, So that his tongue, which doth So often laugh and praise and sing. Must also utter words that pierce and sting? —Betty Tubbs, '33. �1 •; : Ij'Ji; The DELPHIC 35 !j Spring Fever OPRING FEVER is a most elusive ailment, one which defies diagnosis, and scoifs at sudden cures. It usually appears along with the first robins, and one of the early symptoms is a violent tingling, accompanied by a desire to sit and gaze into space, as well as a most peevish attitude when the victim is aroused. When this peculiar malady is nearing the crisis, it is usually made manifest by dark smudges appearing on the face and arms, the results of removing the parlor stove. Shortly after, there is a turn for the better. Father may be found in the basement repairing his fishing tackle, while Mother is planning a lunch for the first spring picnic. Small sons and daughters dutifully swallow the odious sulphur and molasses, fortified by the thought of going barefoot the first warm day Such conduct is evidence that the patients will survive. It is only fair to say, in defense of the progress of mankind, that the return to normal health in this day and age is more simple. Woolen underwear, unheard of except in remote sections, no longer contributes to that peculiar tingling. The gas furn.ee is extinguished for the summer, and Mother directs the maid to clean the rooms with the new vacuum. Father brings out the golf clubs and gets in a few practice swings at the cat. Son returns for Spring Vacation and more funds, while daughter dreams of rumble seats and full moons—and this spring’s fever is just another memory. —Sue Steiwer, ’33. i ; ; i !! | ii v) i :| : ! ii i I hi i Iv i Ii lt >■ Genius 1 T^ROM the time I learned to read, I made up my mind to be a great literary figure. 1 am convinced that I have that "poetic instinct” which makes the poet so different from mere man. Even in my earlier days I composed tender eulogies on "Spring, thy beauteous spell is everywhere” and “Oh, see the violet in the field,” which my aunts and uncles read with “Ahs!” of wonder that words of such beauty could come from the mouths of -babes. But, as I pride myself on not being conceited, 1 shall dwell no longer on my poetic genius and will enlighten you as to my great ability in other fields. As a writer of short stories 1 am beyond comparison. If I must say it. I believe my works rank with those of Hawthorne, Horatio Alger, and others of renown and fame. Of course. I don’t tell this to every one, as I am exceedingly modest. My plots are very original. One which I have been ruminating upon just now concerns a beautiful young girl and two young men. one rich and the other poor but honest. Now, now, don’t praise me. I have brilliant ideas like that all the time. One thing that puzzles me. however, is that the teachers do not appreciate the high artistic appeal of my works. They try to discourage me in my chosen occu­ pation by giving me "C’s” and "D’s” on all my themes. Nevertheless, I shall per­ severe. My small difficulties will be triumphed over by my undeniable genius, and I shall soar to heights never before reached by poet or prose writer. I shall be a veritable Pegasus in the land of fiction. —Frances Miller, ’33. , ■! ii ii 1 * Ii !. i5 ' 1 i ' �■' 36 The DELPHIC Lucky Day fi II : -A : ' Si 1 -i • = • - >"JpHE pungent fragrance of spring and of spring flowers drifted through the green foliage of trees outside the little country church and journeyed straight to the sensitive nostrils of Mr. Robert Patterson, Junior. Mr. Patterson was at­ tending the weekly church service in the company of his father and mother. His usual overwhelming desire to yield himself to the solaces of sleep at the most boring point in the sermon had failed him today. Somehow lie found it difficult to remain in one part of the seat more than a second at a time The presence of a stern father on one side and a gentle but firm mother on the other made it quite impossible, however, lor him to relax comfortably. The atmosphere of spring seemed to be seeping into every part of him. Ilis heart was filled with a longing to be in the great outdoors, to be a part of it. and to revel in the thrills of spring which are pleasing to a young man of ten years of age. School would scon be out—ah. yes! Put what good would it do him? Vacation, spring, and the old swimmin’ hole were all going to he of no avail to him this year. When the thought of this misfortune entered his mind, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, his throat tightened, and he vehemently e'enchcd his brown fist. Suddenly, church was over. He was at the door clasping Reverend William­ son’s hand and was forcing as pleasant a "Hood morning" as possible, lie was soon ushered into the car by his parents, and they went speeding homeward. Robert’s mind was not asleep all this time, however. He was thinking, think­ ing—more seriously than he had thought all year. School would be out the fol­ lowing week and then would begin his bondage. Certainly this outlandish fate was never meant for hi mi! Nevertheless, he was destined to endure it. Suddenly, an idea came to him. ITe need not stay at home and wait for the chains to be placed upon him. He could take True Boy, his pony, and ride far away before the dreaded day arrived. A real inspiration, so it seemed to him. At this point in his medita­ tions. he realized with a start that the car had stopped, and they were in the drive before the house. He heard his mother speaking to him. "Robert, dear, run upstairs and wash your hands and comb your hair, be­ cause Uncle John and Aunt Sara are coming to dinner." “But, Mother------” “Now Robert, don’t argue. Do as I say ; you know that Aunt Sara is being very good to take care of you this summer while Mother and Father are away.” “Oh, all right,” he replied gloomily. What he couldn’t understand was why his Aunt and Uncle should have to come to dinner when he was supposed to go to their house the very next day. He knew what it was like to slay there. Yes, he had been there before; in fact, he had spent, or rather wasted, one whole long summer vacation there. Every morn­ ing, noon, and night there had been inspection for clean ears, neck, shirt, hands, and finger nails. 'These thoughts irked him ; they were repulsive to him, and as he ascended the stairs in an irresolute manner, he came to the decision that he and True Boy would make their departure a few hours after the setting of the sun on that very evening. �I The DELPHIC 37 f . ■ I ! ■ i Uncle John and Aunt Sara arrived promptly at the decreed hour, in accord­ ance with their accustomed punctuality. Robert underwent the most arduous afternoon lie had spent for many days. Little twinges of lonesomeness and re­ sentment went through him when he thought of his parents’ departure on the following day for New Mexico. Pangs of intense self-pity shook his very being when lie thought of spending the summer with Aunt Sara. Nevertheless, the day finally passed, and at last Robert was sent upstairs to l ed with an aching heart but an inexorable and determined will. He was not sleepy, however. His mind was keenly and alertly awake. He waited, seemingly ho •] ', until the house grew reassuringly quiet. Luckily, Mr. and Mrs. Patterson’s room was not near the head of the stairs where Robert's was. At length, when he thought he had waited long enough, he softly opened his door and slipped noiselessly dnwn the carpeted stairs. He went directly to the stable, where he found True Boy in his stall. Robert saddled and bridled him and led him slowly and i nut u >1 i-I\ out into the tree-bordered lane. There Robert mounted and set out upon dii- new venture in his young life. The moon was shining brightly, and tlie mars twinkled like millions of brilliant, resplendent diamonds in the heavens. A warm, gentle breeze was blowing, which gave Robert new courage as he inhaV'd its fresh, invigorating currents. W hen he had ridden for some time, he realized that he would soon be near­ ing Reverend W illiamson’s house. Even then he noticed that he was already on the pastor's property, for the great trees at the side of the road were a part of his extensive orchard. Robert rode on and was soon within sight of the stately dwell­ ing place of the pastor and his family. Robert noticed, as he rode past, an unusually queer light in the basement. He thought nothing of it, however, until he looked again and saw vast quantities of smoke pouring forth. IT-is love of adventure and his recognition of duty in­ stantly sent him off True Boy’s back, in through the front gate, and into the house by means of the pantry window, which he and the pastor’s son, Dick, had used so many times in forbidden escapades. He hastened to the pastor’s bedside and roused him from his slumbers to warn him of the danger. Then he ran to Dick’s room and hurriedly wakened him. Robert did not wait for Dick but ran back downstairs toward the fire. As he ran through the parlor, he slipped on a small rug, which was not very sta­ tionary on the smooth, hardwood floor, and hit his head on the corner of a table. He felt the warm blood trickling down his brow, and after feebly staggering to the davenport, he knew no more. During an interim of a night and day, Robert was vaguely conscious of the world about him. He realized only dimly that other people were near and that they moved soundlessly through the room. His condition was not serious, how­ ever, as it was due only to loss of blood. The sun shining brightly in his face awakened him to a glorious spring day. He thought nothing of his past experience, until he suddenly realized that the room he was in was not his room at all. Heaven forbid ! He was in Aunt Sara's guest chamber! Then all his strivings had been in vain. His plotting and planning had all come to naught! He was startled by Aunt Sara’s voice in the doorway. ; } ■ j: !• 'i I i '•! Hi ill i ;; h :! hi I ! ; !: I ; i' I! :! It 1 ! Ii U i 1 i m i a! �38 The DELPHIC “Robert, do you feel like coming to breakfast?” “Why, of course," he replied, as lie jumped out of bed. “All right.” she said, and left before be had further opportunity to speak. He went downstairs and, seeing his father and mother in the drawing room, rushed in to greet them. “Good morning. How are you? What became of Mr. Williamson’s house?" he blurted out breathlessly. "Saved, son, because of you," replied Mr. Patterson with an air of pride. "Yes, dear," his mother added, "all the family would have perished in their sleep hut for you.” “Why are you here?” Robert queried a hit hopefully. “Aren’t you going to New Mexico?” "Yes, darling, we are leaving in about thirty minutes." “Oh." in a weak, dry tone. He could not answer naturally. The lump in his throat had welled up too suddenly for him to conquer it in time. An instantaneous hush fell over the room, and then Mr. Patterson spoke. “Hurry and eat your breakfast, son. You can’t travel on an empty stomach, you know, and we have only thirty minutes." A look of mingled joy and amazement crossed Robert’s countenance as he turned on his heel and sped toward the breakfast nook. —Betty Tunas, ’33. Dawn i , 11 K ■h W7TIAT ho! Old Sun, come on ahead! The busy plants wait anxiously for YV your arrival. They wish to unfurl their sleeoy petals and show the world how beautiful God made them. It rained during the night, old Sun. and all the young slender birches drip silver water-drops from their long finger-tips. Down in the deep pine mold a perfume is distilling, a rare and magic fragrance to ascend as a morning offering to you. Come, old Sun, peer through those mists above the river; they are so thick they veil the willows on the other hank, making the river smoke and rising high in the clear blue Heaven like incense or burnt offer­ ings of old. These drowsy birds, old Sun. already have begun to sing. Hear how the blue-jays chatter their early-morning gossip from the tip-tops of the pine trees. There, now, the woodpecker has begun his drumming on a fallen tree, giving competition in this matter of noise-making. Glider that manzanita hush 1 saw the flirt of a gray squirrel’s tail, and now 1 hear him scold. Now you are coming up! The infant trees cast long, horizontal shadows, and, see, each tiny blade of grass has its wee shadow, too. Hah! I hear a whispering in the maple trees. They, too, are waking from their furled sleep. And now the river has begun to sing an answer to your gay and golden greeting, as soft upon the new-born breeze there comes that rose-sweet spice, the perfume of the ladyslippers. So. ho. old Sun, T must he going. The sweet, strange moment of earth’s first awakening is gone, and soon the world will rouse to busy toil. —Ada McIntosh, ’33. �I I The DELPHIC 39 Juvenile : ■ , \ ! ,y Ja- s : il f 1 What the Wind Heard JTOW gracefully the little snowflakes fall around me—indeed the prettiest I've seen fluttering down in many a long year. But it is cold, and that wind? stings me sharply. There are white, frothy caps on the tumbling waves of the lake The crisp air has certainly put a stiffness into my old ropes. Here come some laughing children. Just look at that red cap, blue coat, and those white mittens—quite a little patriot! That same little figure is skimming down the hill on a bright, new sled, and what a happy time be and his small friends are having! Look! A little girl is coming toward me. She's brushing the snow off her leggings, and now, oh joy, she is sitting down in me. Dear, dear, how stiff I am with the cold! I hope she swings long enough to limber me up, but I fear she will not stay long, for that wind is too sharp and biting. Alas! Just as I thought, her mother is calling her for dinner, and I am left alone, and oh, so lonesome. 1 expect to sleep till morning now, unless the wind keeps me awake, tossing me about so rudely. The big, red sun is coming up from behind those tall pine trees. It is morning, and what a restful night! The wind died away, and I. lulled into the most beautiful dreamland, saw the summer again around me. and all the little children flocking to see me and enjoy the pleasures T offer. They had such a glorious time, swinging high and swinging low. Then my dream was suddenly ended by the bright sunbeams which play upon my surface. I shall not weep but be patient and hope for the long, summer days, filled with happiness and laughter, when at night the breeze sways me back and forth, and the trees whisper amazing secrets. —Mary Ellen Smith, Grade Y. ! ; ■ i ;: ; !!: i : : St I !■ ti ! �40 The DELPHIC The Wind Woman Through the swaying trees she goes. Blowing into drifts the snows, Tearing off the peoples’ hats, Whistling past the doorstep mats. Rattling windows in the house, Making sounds just like a mouse, Howling onward o’er the snows, Icily she blows and blows. Winter long she goes this way. Till about the month of May; Melted then is all the snow. Blow, wind woman, softly blow 1 —Kathryn Rogers, Grade \ 1. A Letter from Willy Whale 146 Antarctic Way, South Pole, September 24, 1932. If • ■ l: i ■ ' ; : — — Dear Billie Shark: It is very cold here at the South Pole. I wish I were with you near the South Sea Islands. My doctor prescribes a change in climate, and I shouldn’t mind basking in some of that golden sunshine about which you wrote me. Down here it is very dull since Dickie Byrd and his crew left. They were good scouts, and we didn’t mind putting on free shows for them, so that they could take back some pictures of us sporting about in the snow. No telling when we shall have some tourists again : although Dickie and the boys promised to return and see us, we haven’t heard from them yet. How much fun it would be to try pearl-diving, which sounds so exciting. My! If I could only find a fresh-water pearl for a stick pin, wouldn’t all the other boys be jealous when I returned home? Unless I hear from you that there is nothing exciting happening at your resort, I shall be up to spend the Christmas holidays with you. Give all the folks my best regards, and keep a good share for yourself. Your huge friend, Willy Whale. —Dorothea James, Grade VI. ��* �I j I 1 f I i ; i (i : i i i i . i! ; f : ! I The Basketball Team Center . .. Side center Forwards. . Guards.... First Team ................................................Frances Watzek ...................................................Helen Monner Eleanor Luper, Ruth Smith, Gretchen Smith . .Dorothy Hill, Betty Tubbs, Edith Kolhase Center. . . . Side center Forwards. . Guards.... Second Team .................. .................................Mary K. Shoemaker .............................................................. Rebecca Hopkins Rebecca Hopkins, Catherine Dahm, Elizabeth Reeves .......................................Jane Campbell, Jean Cameron ii ! ?} i i y- i Ii > 1 i ■ ■ Yell Leaders Lucille Leonardo and Frances Miller ! ! ! Basketball ! The Basketball season opened this year with the Hall’s making a good start. Four games were played in all. The team was perhaps one of the best the Hall has ever had. There were some excellent players, and the girls showed their ! : �42 The DELPHIC school spirit by turning out for every game. Ruth Smith, one of the star players, was elected captain by the student body. Frances Miller and Lucille Leonardo were chosen yell leaders. First Game of the Season The first game of the season was played here March 8, with Reed College. It was exciting and interesting in spite of the fact that this was the first game. The final score was 4—10 in favor of the Hall. Ruth Smith and Eleanor Luper were on their toes throughout the game. Reed played a good game and gave our team plenty of competition. After the game refreshments were served. Return Game With Reed On March 10. at Reed College, the Hall girls turned out in full lorce to witness the return game with Reed. The game was very close in the first quarter, but the Hall gained rapidly. The game ended with the score 61 -17 in lavor of the Hall. Roth teams played a hard game, and the passing was excellent. After the game the Reed team served refreshments. St. Helen’s Hall vs. Pacific College The game between Pacific College and the Hall was played March 10 at Newberg. This was one of the hardest fought games of the season. Pacific had a strong fighting team, and the Hall girls certainly had to work hard. I he two teams were very evenly matched. The score at the end of the half was 18—IS. In the last quarter, however, our team showed some peppy playing. 1 he final score was 57—20, with the victory for the Hall. We were sorry that we were not able to play a return game with Pacific. St. Helen’s Hall vs. St. Mary’s Academy By far the best game of the season was that played with St. Mary’s on March 18. The thrills were many, and the tension, great. At the end of the half the score was 19—19. In the third quarter the Academy gained. Up and down the floor the ball went, first to one goal, then to the other. W ho would win? A minute to play, then seconds! The game ended with the score 37—35 in favor of the Hall. It was a fast game, played in a splendid manner, and much credit is due both teams. It i! ' ! Class Games The class games in Basketball began soon after the first of April, and all the classes had good teams. The winners were not announced until later, but the game between the Sophomores and the Juniors was the real battle, as both classes had the same number of players on the first team. �! i I l I (1 ■I ' i i i ■ 1 i! i i i 1 ; Archery Many of the girls have become interested in archery. Bishop Sumner presents a beautiful silver cup to the winner of the meet, which is held every year. The trophy was won last year by Eleanor Luper. . ; ' ill ; Baseball i ! Baseball was a very popular sport this year. Many girls turned out, and a team was chosen for possible interscholastic playing. There were several heavy batters and also some very good pitchers. During the spring days, Mrs. Knapp could be seen coaching a fast game on the diamond. i I i .■. 1■ I ;! �The DELPHIC Riding For the past few years horseback riding has been a popular sport. This year a number of girls, both boarders and days, enjoyed these weekly lessons. Many of the girls are excellent riders. Fencing The girls showed a great deal of interest in fencing this year. They met twice a week and went through their positions. Those who took an active part in this sport were Frances Miller, Betty Lou Roberts, Irene Soehren, Esther Jobes, Mary Jane McDonald, Jane Myers, Rebecca Hopkins, Margaret McMillan, and Natalie Lewis. We all hope that fencing will continue to be as popular as it has been this year. Volley-ball Another interesting and enjoyable game this year was volley-ball. Many girls showed an aptitude for this game. It was suggested that a team might be organized to play Reed College. However, we were not yet ready to cope with outside teams. ! �!l r ; i if i i !• hi ii I 1; ill I Tennis The weather man was kind to ns last spring. Our tennis tournament pro­ ceeded smoothly. Over a hundred girls participated. The Beginners’ finals were won by Betty Lou Roberts, who defeated Peggy Lou Smith. Mickey Whitehead and Peggy Krumbein competed in the Junior finals; Mickey was victorious. The Senior finals were played between Jeannette Hale and Eleanor Luper. They played a three-set match, Jeannette winning. The match between the Boarders and the Days resulted in a victory for the Days. The Boarders’ team was com­ posed of Jeannette Hale and Jean Cameron, while the Days’ consisted of Eleanor Luper and Ruth Smith. So far this spring, weather has prevented our tennis tournament, but nearly one hundred girls have signed up. i If i; li If Alpha Theta This year a new organization was formed, which has been given the name of Alpha Theta. It was formulated for the purpose of promoting athletics in the school; only girls who take an active part in sports are allowed to become mem­ bers. The club endeavors to represent the high standards of the school and to live up to them. The acting officers for this year are Frances Watzek, president; Eleanor Luper, vice-president; and Betty Tubbs, secretary-treasurer. ; I I L I; I ' i. I : 1 :, �46 Tbe DELPHIC ■ i Coach Impressions The season’s work of the girls on the basketball team has been both satis­ factory and successful. W e regret deeply that two of the schools we defeated did not give us a return game. We should have enjoyed trying to add two more games to a victorious year Ruth Smith, captain, has done some very unusual playing, We are glad, indeed, that she is a Sophomore. Gretchcn Smith, forward with Ruth, has done such perfect passing that we always knew she would pass the ball to Ruth at the right place and the right time for a basket. Eleanor Luper, also a first team forward, realizes the value of “keeping her head” in a game. When the ball was passed to her, she would take time to place her ball and score. She seldom misses a basket Frances Watzek, first team center, has done splendid work all through the year. She inspires confidence by her ability to get the ball first. Helen Monncr. little but quick, manages to know just where a side center should be when needed. We arc very sorry that she will not be with us next year. Dorothy Hill, guard, moves around so quickly that she seems to be several places at once. Betty Tubbs, also a guard on the first team, does good work but needs a little more speed to keep up with Dot. Edith Kohlhasc, guard, has improved very much in her work. Rebecca Hopkins, forward, has her own quick way of “getting places”, but needs more practice in placing the balls for score. We arc glad she will be with us next year. \ ! . Catherine Dahm and Elizabeth Reeves have done some pretty work as lorwards. We regret that this is their Senior year. Jane Campbell’s hard, conscientious work has made her guarding most ef­ fective. We are sorry that we shall lose her this June. Jean Cameron has done some good work as guard. We know, however, that she did not work as hard as she could have. Mary Katherine Shoemaker, our second team center, is the only Freshman on the school team, and her work promises much for the future. With the exception of our Senior side-center, our first team will be with us next year. We are expecting to have a better, stronger team than ever before. We are happy to say that most of the fourteen girls on our teams are “A” students as well as outstanding athletes. —Nan A. Knapp, Coach. �. I a n d ( i j 1 e i ! '• ! i ft: : ;! i! j || : •ji . . i1 : ; Mil I)1! ; : i I a r 1 ll i ;! : I ?! 8: i- i Ii ! I; ;i; V i 11:i \ | ! I ill ■i: : i I j I : ■i 15 I ■ ■ i �1 �i ! ! The DELPHIC ' : ; f 47 ' : ■ ! Calendar { ■ 1931-1932 September 8. Boarders are getting settled into their dorms, setting up perfume bottles and photos on their dressers, while the day dodgers arc in the mad whirl at Gill’s, trying to buy books. September 9. School begins with vim and vigor. The new girls get into the swing of things with the help of us old girls, wearing the little red and blue ribbons. September 11. I he hoarders spend the first weekend at Everglade. They have loads of fun with the boats and canoes, and the new girls are delighted with it all. ' i ■ ;! I! " i . ill September 14. The girls visit Hill Military Academy and go on an inspection tour through the new buildings. October 7. There is a flag-raising at H. M. A., and several of us attend. There is some­ thing so thrilling about that military atmosphere. October 8. Gay costumes, cider and doughnuts, initiations and apples! This is of course the Old Girl-Xew Girl initiation party. New girls are old girls now. October 17. The boarders give their first dance of the year. Hill boys arc present in large numbers. We hope they enjoy our dances as much as we always enjoy theirs. ■ i ! •j !■ October 22. The faculty tea, at which the mothers and the teachers become acquainted and renew old acquaintances, is given. l! . |i i '■ October 31. A delightful Hallowe’en hop is given at Mill. Much fun is had amidst the appropriate decorations. November 2. A symphony and reception for Mr. Van Hoogstraten are attended by the girls. 1 I November 13. A quarter has ended. Would you believe it? : November 14. The boarders celebrate after the end of the quarter and give a party out at the lake. Supper and dancing and boating arc enjoyed by all of us, and everybody returns Monday morning with renewed enthusiasm to .start the quarter right. i: 5; l ■ !z : : i. ! �48 The DELPHIC November 25. Day dodgers are lugging groceries to school by the ton, and boarders are packing their bags to go home for Thanksgiving. The groceries are for the Good Samaritan Hospital. November 30. We are back at school again. Our four days of Thanksgiving festivity were just enough to make us have vacation on the brain, and we are glad to know that we have a long Christmas holiday ahead of us. December 10. The Glee Club gives a delightful concert. The Dramatic Art class exhibits real talent. We are also entertained by a program of dancing. December 16. The boarders sing their beautiful Christmas Cantata. Afterwards many of the day dodgers are overnight guests of the boarding department. December 17. More groceries and toys and clothing are brought to school to be distributed among the poor to gladden their hearts and help them feel the joy of the Yuletide. We are off for a glorious vacation, which is to last nearly three weeks. January 6. The teachers find it hard to keep order in the classes today, because we want to tell all our friends about our Christmas gifts and parties and all the rest of the fun we had. !} January 9. The boarders have the time of their young lives at the Imperial Skating Rink. Black and blue are the predominating colors the next day. January 15. St. Mark’s informal party is a delightful social event to be long remembered. January 20. The first edition of the school monthly paper appears. Every one enjoys it I I , j; r ■1 11 K r* ; January 22. The Athletic Club, which has been newly introduced into the Hall, gives a charming tea. January 25. Why do we wear long faces today? Why, because this is the first day of examination week, and we find that it pays to be serious and devote much time to study. February 4. Members of the lower school present a charming French play, “Marianna”. It was adapted from Beston’s Fairy Tale and put into dramatized form by the Sister who is in charge of the lower school. It was translated into French by Mile. Cocaine. �I I I The DELPHIC . : I i S 49 ! February 22. Washington’s*birthday is celebrated by the unveiling of a statue of the first President, which is presented to the school by Forms I and II. The Dramatic Club gives an appropriate playlet. An indoor military meet is held in the armory of Hill Military Academy in the evening. i ■ February 26. Miss Foulkes favors us with an interesting talk on music. She discusses rhythm and harmony. March 2. Chief Clear Sky visits our school and gives us a most interesting talk on Indian customs and beliefs, lie is Chief of the Iroquois and is a graduate of the I'nivcrsitx of Pennsylvania. He distributes sweet-scented beads of all colors among his delighted listeners. March 3. We have a game of basketball with Reed, over whom we are victorious with . : : i i a score of 40—4. March 10. W e win a game of basketball with Reed. March 12. We ride to Xcwberg. where we play a game with Pacific College. The score is 20—57 in our favor. March 18. The most exciting game of the year is played with St. Mary’s out in our gym. St. Mary's girls are present in crowds. They have an excellent team, and we admire their peppy cheer-leaders and also their clever yells. The score is 35—37, our favor. j ■ 1 March 24. A beautiful Communion Service is held in the Chapel. The boarders display the fine results of much good training in singing the devotional music. March 25. Dresses and underclothing for the Lenten mission box and hung in the study hall as usual. Frances Watzek wins knitted a beautiful little blue sweater and hat. Jane Bickle the two dainty organdie and lace dresses, and to Lois Georgia Littlepage goes the third prize. li! : are brought to school first prize for having wins second prize for Katherine Jones and March 31—April 5. We are having our spring vacation. \\re are also having numerous April showers, but they aren't spoiling our fun. ■j i ! ! �1 50 The DELPHIC April 6. The new cafeteria idea is manifested today over in the lower school building. W e find the food to be exceptionally good and well-prepared. April 13. The boarders are given a dinner party at the Yew Bow Inn and a theater party afterward. They attend the Dufwin and see “The Trail of the Lonesome Pine”. April 28. The Glee Club gives an entertaining Operetta, “The American Girl ’. Mrs. Smith, who has trained the Glee Club and has had charge of our Commencement singing for ten years, is at the piano. The dramatic part of the Operetta is di­ rected by Mrs. Folts, who has been able to bring out much talent in the Dramatic Club. May 16. The Seniors attend the Alumnae Association lea and are graciously wel­ comed into the association. May 19. The new girls give the old girls a party at which the final tennis tournaments are played off. Picnic supper and dancing are enjoyed by us all, after we have watched the performances which the new girls give for our amusement. May 27. Our final examinations are in session. The Seniors have reached the last hurdle. Can they make this one final jump? Of course! They are spurred on by the thought of those diplomas awaiting them. June 4. “What is so rare as a day in June?” An evening in June, we should answer, with balmy breezes and the scent of sweet-smelling blossoms and delightful music for dancing. Thus is our Junior Prom. !. i : ii Bishop Sumner delivers an impressive Baccalaureate sermon at St. Stephen’s. After this we go to school and enjoy the luncheon which the Juniors (Seniors now) serve to the graduates. We then unveil the Senior picture and sing the school songs. Oh! This is a big day. The Delpiiics are given out, and people are rushing about getting them autographed. This is the last day at school. June 6. The Senior class play is given. We produce “The School for Scandal” this year, and every one seems to enjoy it. We have a packed house, which inspires the players and helps make the play successful. : ; June 5. : June 7. Commencement. �I ! I The DELPHIC 51 CDusic and Entertainment The Old Girl-New Girl Party A great deal of sparkling fun and a myriad of colored costumes featured the Old Girl-New Girl party this year. The affair, held in our own hall, was unsur­ passed by previous anniversaries. Sympathy might have been offered to the judges who chose the prize-winning costume from the grand march, for a more difficult decision could not be imagined. However, Frances Corfe was the re­ cipient of the first prize. She was attired as a mouse, and a very realistic mouse she wa>. though not sufficiently terrifying to make the other young ladies lose their composure. Peggy Lou Smith was awarded the second prize for her novel duck disguise, and the third prize was given to Shirley Fulton and Jane Myers, two clever, red and white clowns. The initiation of the new girls supplied the chief entertainment, which, we hope, was enjoyed as much by the new girls as by the old. i i !' ! I f': Everglade F.verglade! We can think of no better place to spend an outdoor vacation. After our classroom trials and tribulations, the lake house is “Paradise Re­ gained " We drown our sorrows in the blue waters of Lake Oswego and paddle serenely down shady channels. We motor far down by the rugged cliffs or row painfully across to the opposite shore. Deserting the lake for a game of tennis, hiking in the surrounding woods, begging crackers from the house to feed the swans, we abandon ourselves completely to the joy of the hour. In the evening we play games in the great, rambling house or gather around the fireside and tell stories. Outside, many-colored lights pierce the shadows and throw their brilliant colors on the black waters. The old moon looks down on a happy, peace­ ful scene and we—tomorrow will bring its lessons, but who cares?—we are happy. II > I ' I ■ The Symphony A group of girls attended the symphony concerts and the Steers and Coman series for the 1931-1932 concert season. Numbered among the distinguished and famous artists who appeared were Rudolph Ganz. Percy Grainger. Georges Enesco, Micha Levitzki, Mary Wigman, Dusolina Giannini, Myra Hess, John Charles Thomas, and Paderewski. The concerts were greatly enjoyed, and since Miss Jocelyn Foulkes had given several lectures on the history of music, the symphony orchestra, and the compositions presented during the winter, the girls were able to appreciate the music and understand its deeper meaning. i >; ; : �' 52 The DELPHIC : Boarders5 Dance I• November fourteenth the boarders had a supper dance at Everglade. It was a perfect day for canoeing and rowing on the lake, and the girls and their guests enjoyed it to the utmost. An attractive supper was served in the lake house, and later dancing was enjoyed. The pool and ping-pong tables were also popular, although the ping-pong balls insisted on rolling towards the fireplace. The board­ ers remained at Everglade after the dance, which they declared to he one of the best they had ever given The Glee Club Throughout the entire school year the Glee Club has offered delightful en­ tertainment to the school. The “high lights” of the Glee Club this year included a charming program on the evening of December tenth. Color and grate were added to the evening by some attractive dance numbers given h\ the dancing classes. But the greatest event of the year was the Spring Operetta. “The Amer­ ican Girl”, which was given on the evening of April twenty-seventh before a large and appreciative audience. Then, indeed, it seemed as if springtime were song­ time. Junior-Senior Prom Witching moonlight, soft music, graceful formats, perfumed summer air— all this, and more, was the Junior-Senior Prom. It was a night that will go down in our annals as a perfect one. The Seniors, knowing it to be their last 11 all dance, were a little saddened by the thought, but they permitted nothing to mar the hap­ piness of the occasion. The last dance proved to be the best dance—the joyful climax of four happy years at the Hall. �:«. t / 1 - ' �I 11 uyi1 f li 1 �'1 The DELPHIC 1 53 ! : ■ Old Girl Notes ; ’23 Mrs. Ralph Staley (Anne Wentworth) is living in Portland. Lillian Ludcrs was married to Keith Blair of Australia. ; i ' *2 5 Edna Ellen Bell is at home this year. ’26 Helen Peters is a graduate nurse from Yale Medical School. Helen Abbot is married and is making her home in California. Ardelia Haradon is married to Dan Malarkey, Jr. ’27 Mar, Malarkey is now Mrs. Howard Hall and has a small daughter, Helen 11untington. Jane Boyer and Margaret Price arc spending the year at home, lam i idlers and Jean Rosenblatt are also at home this year. Ueb« i all Ball is married to Thomas Burke. 1I I i ■ : : ! « i ii *» i ’28 Maxine Bennett is in New York City with her mother and Lillian. Both Maxine and Lillian arc doing professional dancing. Helen Adelsperger was married in 1931 to Howard Page. Jean Adi.w after attending the University of Oregon, is now a student at the Dental College in Portland. A recent visitor at the Hall was Mrs. Robert Sutton (Barbara Jane Averill) with her very small daughter. Mary Helen Carr and Marjory Holman are spending this year at home. Barbara Clarke is a senior at Mills College. Emma Johnson is spending the year abroad in Vienna. Janice Hedges, Elizabeth Kaser, Esther Kaser, and Myrtle McDaniel are attending the University of Oregon. Janice is a member of Kappa Kappa Gamma, the Kaser twins arc members of Chi Omega, and Myrtle McDaniel is a member of Pi Beta Phi. Jeanne Knapp is learning to be a business woman at Northwestern Business School. ’29 Ardeanne Ilenningsen, Fanny Taylor. Constance Green, and Margaret Proc­ tor are staying at home this year. Mildred Roberts is still studying the violin in Germany. Dorothy Lane Russell and Sally Canon are attending the University of Oregon. Evelyn Keyt is married to Warren Koffeen. Doris Lichty wras married last fall and is making her home in Eugene. Betty Bond, who has been living in Pendleton, has moved to Portland. Katherin James is in nurses' training at Good Samaritan Hospital. Madelon Brodic is abroad in Finland. !l I i ; : r V I I ll; i i! ; �1 li ■ 54 The DELPHIC Eva Jane Erwin graduated from the Oregon Normal School with high honors and now is applying lor a position in one of the schools. \ irginia Insley is attending the University of Washington, where she is a member of Kappa Kappa Gamma. * ’30 il i i Id ! • i ; i H; Jane Fales. Betty Lou Hudson, and Phoebe Greenman arc students of the l niversity ot Oregon. Jane Fales is a member of Kappa Alpha Theta. Betty Hudson and Phoebe Greenman are members of Kappa Kappa Gamma. Nancy Kevins. Eleanor Sheeley, Elizabeth Berger, Josephine \\ illiamson, Dorothy Insley. Rosemary Walker, Alice Devereaux, Katherine O’Rielly, Eliza­ beth O Riellv. Charlotte Shallenberger, Sally Reed, and Alma Geddes arc at home this vear Mary Lueddeman is visiting in Washington, D. C., with Senator and Mrs. Borah, her aunt and uncle. Coie Barnard was married last April to Basil Brown. Mr and Mr- Brown live in Klamath Falls. Muriel Gabriel is working in the United States National Bank. Margaret Reeves is at Roberts Brothers. Barbara Jennings attends the Lniversity of Oregon and L a member of Alpha Gamma Delta. Marjory Mautz is attending the University of Washington Blanche Coe is a student at Stanford University. Marion Bilyeu is a member of Kappa Kappa Gamma at Oregon State College. Marion Denton is attending the Cornish School of Music in Seattle. Jane Dutton is living in Long Beach, California. ’31 Evelyn Bates is attending Pomona College in California. Mary Beckwith. Dorothy Enos, Irene Carter. Rhoda Holman, and Hannasue Watts are spending the year in Portland. June Clancy is attending Behnke-Walker’s Business College. Peggy Cullers is a student at the University of Oregon, where she is a mem­ ber of Gamma Phi Beta. Barbara Fiske, Mary K. Johnson, and Helen Stratton arc attending Oregon State College. Mariah Grimes was married the twelfth of September to Rex Davis. They are making their home in Klamath Falls. Vivian Howe is a student at the University of California in Berkeley. Helen Hoffman is attending school at llolmby College, Los Angeles, Cal­ ifornia. Maxine Meith is at Mills this year. Susan Sargent is attending Dana Hall in the East. Ruth Scruggs is working in the office of the Library in Portland. Nancy Foley is at Washington State College in Pullman. Gladys Norvillc has recently been married to Lloyd Sanders and is living in Seattle. Elizabeth Heckman is at home in Seattle. i I i ���I; ; I I The DELPHIC 55 ; ; : I! Exchanges The Delphic wishes to acknowledge the following exchanges: The “La Reata”—St. Mary’s Hall, San Antonio, Texas. The “Cantona”—St. Nicholas School, Seattle, Washington. The “Satura”—St. John Baptist School, Mendham, New Jersey. The “Thingimitite”—Ilolmquist School, New Hope, Pennsylvania. The “Cue”—Albany Academy, Albany, New York. The “Columbiad”—Columbia University, Portland, Oregon. The “Magpie”—St. Margaret’s School, Waterbury, Connecticut. The “Camosun”—Victoria High School, Victoria, B. C. The “Zeplivrus”—Astoria High School, Astoria, Oregon. The "Matric Annual”—King Edward High School, Vancouver, B. C. The ’Saint Katharine’s Wheel”—St. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. The Blue Print"—Katharine Branson School, Ross, California. The “Croftonian”—Crofton House School, Vancouver, B. C. The Academia”—St. Mary’s College and Academy, Portland, Oregon. : <: The Academia”—St. Mary’s College and Academy, Portland, Oregon. The “Academia" is surely one of our very welcome exchanges. Your Literary Depart­ ment is of high quality and well organized. We especially enjoyed your Music and Joke Departments. The “Matric Annual”—King Edward High School, Vancouver, B. C. We enjoyed receiving your magazine very much and were particularly attracted by your Sports Section. We think your paper could be improved, however, by en­ larging your Literary Department. We hope to be favored with other numbers of your publication. Til!:: The “Blue Print”—Katharine Branson School. Ross, California. We en­ joyed your magazine very much, most of all your School Notes. Perhaps some notice of athletics would add to the interest of your magazine. The “Croftonian”—-Crofton House School. Vancouver, B. C. Your clever magazine was gratefully received by The Delphic, Your Literary Department is excellent, and we were fascinated by your poems. However, we missed your exchanges. i ! ; . I t i l i The “La Reata”—St. Mary’s Hall, San Antonio. Texas. Your poetry and your Class Prophecy are very well done. Your clubs are most interesting, as they tend not only toward pleasure but toward instruction. We also find your Sports Section very good. Don’t you think, though, that you could improve your maga­ zine by enlarging your Literary Department? !l 1 i ! �_ 56 1! Tbe DELPHIC The "Cantona"—St. Nicholas School. Seattle. Washington. We wish to compliment you on your Literary Department and your Sports Section. Also your "As We Shall He" was excellent. We think that your magazine could be made even more interesting than it is by adding an Exchange Department and enlarging your Joke Section. The "Satura”—St. John Baptist School, Mendham, New Jersey. We congratulate you on your Literary Department and also on your Sports Section. W c think that if you added a Joke Section your magazine could be made still more interesting. The “Thingimitite"—Ilolmquist School, New Hope, Pennsylvania. Your Literary Section is excellent, and we wish to compliment you on il We think it would improve your magazine to enlarge your Exchange Section. The “Cue”—Albany Academy, Albany, New York. We find \our magazine fascinating, especially your Exchange Department. Don’t you think that you could improve your publication by enlarging your Literary Department : The “Camosun”—Astoria High School. Astoria, Oregon. Your Literary De­ partment and your Poems are very good. Your Sports Section and Joke Section are exceptionally well done. Don’t you think that it would lend interest to the magazine if you added an Exchange Department? ; . I |. Ij ' ! : i �? ' ��: : i ; 57 The DELPHIC i !j ' j Queer? f 1 DESIGNING ILLUSTRATING ENGRAVING . He broke a date with me the other night and, : ! ( BY ANY PPOCESS) CATALOGS » BOOKLETS SCHOOL ANNUALS Quality Printins Plotti in One, Two, Three or Four Colon Portland Engraving Company ?1i Icrtvnjl BuiUinj, S'.tS *nd S.lnon Slrtetl Pc-nltrJ. Oregon ■. (■}*©.*< ATw.ter 3413 He later said that he had spent the evening with a boy friend of a girl friend of mine. ; i ! '• i I cannot understand, I « for I had spent that evening with the boy friend myself! —Helen E. Jenkins. i ) \\ l Social Stationery of the better sort—carefully planned and executed by expert craftsmen. Your Social Stationery must he correct CARDS MONOGRAMS INVITATIONS ANNOUNCEMENTS (greeting Cards (JToe Irwin-Hodson Co. — for all occasions 410 MORRISON STREET . . . CORNER OF TENTH �I The DELPHIC SS ; \ One o) America's Exceptional Business Colleges 1 " There is no Substitute for Quality” —hence ‘Northwestern’ Superiority CHAS. F. WAIKLR PRESJOCNT Our Latest Book Move Your Future Forward FREE Upon Request Elegy to Jean Cameron A green liitle senior In a green little way— Some chemicals mixed Just for fun one day. Ancl the green little grasses, Now tenderly wave O’er the green little senior s Green little grave. —Jam; Myers. HQ RTH WE STERN {^School of Commerce ($} 341 SALMON. AT BROADWAY PORTLAND. OREGON Compliments i Si ; ’ n ny Hi di n . i She leaned her head against my breast Her face was wondrous fair. Her eyes looked pleadingly in mine— My hand lay on her hair. And yet I spoke no word of love, No tender glance 1 gave, Though well I knew the lady fair Was thinking me a knave. At last I felt that 1 must speak Would 1 her wrath appease, So then I said, ‘‘Open your mouth A little wider, please/’ —A Dentist. of Service and Sales Inc. 645 Washington Street Portland, Oregon �59 The DELPHIC Kodak . . Most Satisfactory Work in Portland i i The J. K. Gill Co. EDR1S MORRISON STUDIO 111 CENTRAL BUILDING Fifth and Stark ■ ! Portraits of Charm Jean C ameron (in English class) : “It's a queer world. Keep still and others think that you're ignorant." Mrs. Eariss (vehemently) : “Talk and you remove all doubt of it." i! * * * ;l i i l II! Miss Eoulkcs: “Esther, name the different scales." Esther: “Fish scales arc the only ones I know of." * * * On a voyage of one of the Cunard liners from Xew York to Liverpool, a Major If. Reynolds of London was registered on the passenger list. The purser, running over the names, assigned to the same stateroom, as fellow travelers, this Major Reynolds and a husky stockman from the Panhandle of Texas. A little later the cattleman, ignoring the purser, hunted up the skipper. "Look here. Cap," he demanded, “what kind of a joker is this here head clerk of yours? I can't travel in the same stateroom with that there Major Reynolds. I can’t and won't. Far as that goes, neither one of us likes the idea. ’ “What complaint have you?" asked the skipper. “Do you object to an army officer for a traveling companion?" “Not generally," stated the Texan, “only this happens to be the Salvation Army. That there Major’s other name is Henrietta." — Union Mutual Messenger. : , f �60 The DELPHIC COMPLIMENTS OF THE Senior Class o op t oo J I \\ L! i t! |:i ; i ■! ■ �I 61 The DELPHIC The COMPLIMENTS Bush Pharmacy of the W. C. ALLEN CANDY CO. Cor. lllh and Montgomery Streets Phone BEacon 072G Portland, Ore. Jane Tennison: “Thinking of me, dearest?” Joe: “Was I laughing? I’m sorry.” * * * Mrs. Smith (to maid) : “Haven’t we always treated you like one of the family ?” Maid: “Yes, and I’m not going to stand it any longer.” —The Churchman. * * * Becky: “Has your baby learned to talk yet?” Mrs. Walker: "Mv, yes! We’re teaching him to keep quiet now.” BRUNO PORTLAND, ORE. j| ; Since 1905 ARTISTS i PORTRAIT PHOTOGRAPHERS Portrait Paintings and Beautiful Photographs Porcelain Miniatures / Etchings I } ! 28G ALDER STREET, between Fourth and Fifth AT water 5361 �! 62 The DELPHIC i I Commencement Gifts \ Compliments of A. & C. MRS. ROBERT S. FARRELL, Jr. Feldenheimer Est. 1S68 JEWELERS Class of 1926 Washington Street at West Park ( Pittock Block) Smith: “Whom arc you working for now?” Jones: “Same people—wife and five children.” —Christion 0bscrver. * * * .. Mrs. Myers: Jane, you were a long time coming. Didn't you hear me calling?” Jane: “No, mother, not till you called the third time.” * * * (• Mrs. Fariss: Where did Addison go to college?" Doreen P.: “Oh, he was sent east to Wellesley.” Mezzotones and Etchings by " MARKHAM i ! Undoubtedly the newest and finest development of photographic art seen in Portland. ; ■ i i : 3 86/2 WASHINGTON ST., NEAR TENTH Studio Visitors Always Welcome li ?i| Hi;; i - ill! �. I I The DELPHIC ! 65 : ; ! I . 1 ![ i S! * ! : Compliments I of the ■it . H Junior Class ' ■ : ' : ■ I ’ ; ;■ i : ! ■ I �•; : 64 The DELPHIC BEacon 6819 BEacon 6718 Chown Hardware Co. NEUBAUER’S Fourth Street, near Alder ; Sport Goods - Cutlery - Athletic Supplies - Tools - Builders’ GROCERY and BAKERY Hardware - Radio 373 ELEVENTH STREET Jane Wilmot (after dubbing a drive) : “My trouble is that 1 stand too close to the ball after I hit it.” * * * Pop (to his bright infant) : “What’s wrong?” Son (twelve years of age) : "I had a terrible scene with your wife. —Montreal Star. * * * “Yes,” said Miss Evans to her class one balmy spring afternoon, “it isn i the heat; it’s the stupidity.” BERGER BROS. SINCE 1879 Distinctive Wall Papers JAPANESE GRASS CLOTH - PAPER HANGING ENAMELING - TINTING - DECORATING, ETC. i § 108 Tenth Street : Pittock Block BRoadway 2169 There Is No Substitute for Quality �! ! !: i ! 65 The DELPHIC i; ; ! Niklas & Son FINK STUDIO FLOWERS PORTRAITS of QUALITY i i ' AT REASONABLE ■ 40 5 Morrison Street Between 10th and 11th Streets PRICES ; LEE GILLAM, Artist : i BRoadway 1433 ■ : ! si; 313 ALDERWAY BUILDING BRoadway 154 5 ! ... Com pi intents of KAIL DCEjEIIN QTlanufaeturmg JhmlerP PORTLAND LAUNDRY COMPANY Cleaners & Dyers i i i . Manufacturers of . . . ST. HELEN’S HALL PINS AND RINGS 1 H- 1 ! ■ ■ l Linen Supply A Complete Family Service 330 UXIOX AVE. 6 Phone EA 1166 142 Broadway Portland, Ore. € �66 The DELPHIC F. L. Freeburg 3 60 Fourteenth St. M. Ray Maney, Proprietor I! CONFECTIONS and TENTH and YAMHILL Opposite Public Library BEacon 7-116 ICE CREAM Xancy: “I thought you could keep a secret?’’ Mary Louise: “Well, I kept it for a week. What do you tlv.uk I am, a coldstorage plant ?” * ❖ * Kay: "I could lend you five cents, but lending money only breaks friend­ ships.*’ Helen: “Oh, well, we were never very good friends.’ —Everybody’s l I'ce/cly. Have you a little Sweater IN YOUR WARDROBE? —Such as these at 1| ; :• i ; !, ; M] x i $]_.95 All the smart young things are clamoring for these long and and short sleeve sweaters we’ve all sizes 32 to -12 in silk and wool or zephyr knits. —with higher waistlines. Silk, flan­ nel or wool crepe. Sizes 26 to 32. Skirts $2.95 Sportswear — Second Floor OLDS, WORTMAN & KING �11 : tl : . The DELPHIC 67 I ■ : i: f I i I ; Compliments of the Sophomore ; i ■ ? 3 Class IS ! ! !1 1 1 i I ■ i i �6S The DELPHIC i Your Lunch Will Taste Better if it comes from . . . IRELAND’S ! 365 Washington Street 125 Sixth Street ATwater 33 91 HENRY BERGER, Jr. . .. STUDIO of ... PHOTOGRAPHY * 345 Salmon Next to Hotel Heathman Frances Watzek, languishing- in the Infirmary, demanded something to eat. The nurse gave her a spoonful of tapioca. “Now,” she said, “I should like something to read. Please bring me a postage stamp. —/linericon Girl. * * * Donald, the Tourist-Scot (to wife at railway station) : “W hat Ye canna’ get a porter tae tak our luggage?” Wife: “Na, na. Ye try, Donald. Yere accent’s no’ sae noticeable." —Christian Herald. . . f-JV.. v'- 1 •• JBBk Convenient for Savings Depositors 1A Locations of four Portland member banks in United States National Group (listed below) afford maximum convenience in making savings deposits: ) Citizens National Bank Peninsula National Bank Grand at E. Alder St. St. Johns Union State Bank First National Bank Union at Killingsworth Linnton i United Slates National Bank, Broadvvay and Sl>lh. al Stark.. Portland. "ONE OF THE NORTHWEST’S GREAT BANKS" �i 69 The DELPHIC ; i . ; ;! : ; STIPE DRUG CO. JACK and JILL 143 Fourth Street at Alder Telephone BEacon 5017 Portland, Ore. "The Better Quality Malted Milk. Shop” We specialize in Prescriptions, com­ plete stock; also agents for Conklin and Waterman Pens and Pencils, suitable for gifts. 163 Broadway WHITMAN’S CANDIES I : ! i i i ' Ji ' ITow Betty Jane Barr regrets losing her youth—unless she picks up another immediately! ! ! * * * Si! ; I! f «i Mrs. Fariss: "Use vegetation in a sentence.” Eleanor: "There’s a vegetation farm near Portland.” SET A DEFINITE GOAL FOR SAVINGS i : IT MAY BE TEMPORARY— As for a college education fund. IT MAY BE PERMANENT— As for a retirement fund for your later years. IN EITHER EVENT, SET A DEFINITE GOAL, START YOUR SAVINGS ACCOUNT, AND ADHERE TO YOUR PROGRAM The Bank of California, N. A. Sixth and Stark Streets, Portland, Oregon ! �70 The DELPHIC if ■ ' 5 I! if': i Compliments of the Freshman Class ■ 1 m[p �! . ! ' ' 71 The DELPHIC ! i i CASH AND CARRY FRANK A. HEITKEMPER INC. TWO PRICE SERVICE : DAVE LEVINE INC. 35 1 Alder Street : Cleaners i Dyers i Hatters SILVER HEADQUARTERS Sterling in 25 of the Most Favored Patterns Jewelry i CALL AND DELIVER : l Main Office and Plant Washington at Twenty-first Street 1 Si : ! : ! I BEACON 7221 Watches F Louise (when very small): “Baw-aw-aw-, I want a drink of water. Mrs. Harlan (a mother of Alaska) : “Hush, dear! It’s only six months till i! :■ 1: morning'. * * * Jean Luckel (buying a fur coat) : “Can I wear it in the rain without hurtmg it Sa'esman : “Madam, did you ever see a rabbit carry an umbrella?” —American Girl. !i; j it ‘ i Portland's Own Store Specializes In Making Official ST. HELEN’S HALL UNIFORMS i 1 U ti! 1 !• j; 11 To Individual Order w I Uniforms tailored at Meier &. Franks excel in the quality of their materials and workmanship. School (illustrated) and evening types. It : : ; j I ALTERATION ROOM-FOURTH FLOOR Also Complete Line of Accessories r. 1 j i- , : “Portlands Oum Store" I ! �Il d' » I ; M I *■; i ■ • i hi •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 1932 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 1932. 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 1932 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_delphic1932-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; High school student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/584a8e041c4821ce37fc0cbbd7ae2ff5.pdf b2f0012cedc69fe85d30936b5870e84f PDF Text Text 1931 �-■ -a mm*- ■ • 'v?*‘ • ;-V.; ■ ' - ' v'/r c : - — * �m wm. �. 1 ( !■ �c\ > ox THE DELPHIC ST. HELEN'S HALL I °f PORTLAND. OREGON I i | I I 1930 ’ I93I \ 1 1 . -r NUMBER 11 VOLUME \\\I -• - V r : V • V *- / T C" 'VJ V km.w Nv ' v �Frontispiece Faculty Delphic Staff Senior Section School Honors Literary Juvenile Sports Calendar I Old Girl Notes Exchanges Jokes Advertisements �5 The DELPHIC Officers and Instructors RECTOR Tiik Ric.mt Reverend I'm-: Bishop of Oregon Cl I AREA IX I'm-: Reverend Richard E. Ayres (*.EXERAL SCl’ERIXTI'XDEXCE The Sisters of St. John Baptist (Holy Scripture, Church History) French, Spanish Ci-Alta Avery Colton University of California. B. A. .......... Latin Rondeau L. Evans.......... Whitman College. B. A. English ( iERTRUDE I lot’K FaRISS University of Oregon, B. A. Cornell University. M. A French I OWE Ci ROT 11 University of Washington, B. A. Science 11a- M. Efwis London University. Eng., Inter. B. Sc. Mathematics Helen \V. Shuman University of Oregon. P*. A. 1'lorexce I». Thompson Wellesley College. I». A. // istory Physical Director Xan A. Inn \pp Temple University, Philadelphia Seventh and Eighth Grades WlLlI ELM I N A ARMSTRONG Advanced Course Bellingham Normal School French Susanne Cocaine Diplomec de Tours Lower School Marion Jenkins Oregon Normal School University of Oregon, B. A Lower School Mildred Meyers Oregon Normal School Lower School 11 elen Olson Oregon Normal School ............Kindergarten Margaret Chamberlin .......... National College of Education, Evanston, 111. �6 The DELPHIC MUSIC AND ART Paui.ixe Miller Chapman Voice Jocelyn Foul kiss................ Pupil of Mahvin Brec. Vienna Repertoire and Interpretation with Percy Granger Piano William Wallace Graham Violin Flora Gray ................................ Pupil of Paul Kursteiner, New York, and of Abby Whiteside, New York Picato Voice, Glee Club Marel Mall-Smith New England Conservatory 'Cello Anne O'Reilly Kromer Member of the Portland Symphony Orchestra Pupil of Van Vlict. New York, and Ferdinand Conrad. Portland Aesthetic Dancing KAT 11 eri n e Lai i>l \\v Pupil of Ruth St. Denis I iolin Jane O'Reilly Pupil of Stassevitch, New York, and Rex Underwood, Eugene, Oregon Dramatics Constance L. Roth « University of Oregon. B. A. Sam Hume’s School of the Theatre for Teachers, Berkeley, California lrl, Piano Louise M. Thomson Guildhall School of Music, London Interpretation of Modern Music under Louis Victor Saar, 1927 Dr. W. S. Knox School Physician �The DELPHIC I t 1930-1931 Editor in Chief.................. .................. Peggy Cullers Literary Editor.. ............. Mary Katherine Johnson Assistant Literary Editor ..............Mary Reinhart Business.......... ..Mariah Grimes. Maxine Micth Art.................. .............................. Rhoda Holman Sports.............. ........ Hvelvn Rates. Irene Carter Old Girl .Wales ...Helen Stratton. Dorothy Knos Calendar . . .............................. Gladys Norvillc Exchanges. . Katharine Gilbert. Barbara Fiske Jokes.......... Vivian Howe, Elizabeth Heckman Advertising Nancy Foley. Manager: Susan Sargent. Assistant Manager: Mary Beckwith. 1 lannasue Watts. Helen Hoffmann �■'‘W.'i ��. ’ . : �The DELPHIC Evelyn Bates Secretary-Treasurer Mary Beckwith Irene Carter June Clancy 9 �10 I The DELPHIC Peggy Cullers President ! Dorotii \ Enos JLxrlara Fiske Nancy Foley ! �The DELPHIC K ATM \UINK GlLHKRT Mariam Grimks EuZAIiKT.il I Fkckm an Rmoda Holman 11 �DELPHIC Vivian Howe i Helen Hoffmann Vary Katherine Johnson Maxine Mieth �The DELPHIC Gladys Xoryillk Susan Sargent / ’ice-President Ruth Scruggs Helex Stratton 13 �i 14 The DELPHIC I I I \annasue Watts j { ; i i i �15 The DELPHIC Class Prophecy June 2. 1951. My clear Mrs. Fariss: I imagine that you will be greatly surprised to hear from whom this letter comes. Do you remember Mary Beckwith and Hannasue Watts of the Class of 1931 ? W e thought that you might be interested in hearing about the rest of your pupils of our class. Do you realize that twenty years ago tonight we walked down the aisle and received our diplomas? What a thrill surged through us all! 1 have been promoting bigger and better walkathons over the world. I took Mary along as a traveling partner, but. as she tired of this life, she is going back to Portland tomorrow as the matron of the Waverlv Baby Home, She always did love children ! Should you be interested in hearing of the girls that we saw on our travels? Evelyn Bales has endowed a fund for the aid of all children who fall and hurt themselves in basketball. Do you remember how she always used to hurt herself? Irene Carter came to me one day as a traveling saleswoman and tried to sell m- a Remington typewriter. On our trip to promote walkathons in the jungles, we found June Clancy working as a missionary among the natives. When we returned to Portland, hunting for new talent, we found Peggy Cullers planning luncheon sales for Grandma’s Kitchen. We decided to visit Portland’s new theatre to relax our nerves. My! What a surprise! One of the dancers in Fanchon and Marco's Stage Revue was none other than our fellow student. Barbara I'iske. On our way out, we saw Nancy Foley, looking rather worried. She informed us that she was now secretary at the Hill Military Acad­ emy and that she was hunting for some of their “dear naughty, boys”. M e wanted to put an advertisement of our contest in the paper and so went to see the editor of the Oregonian. It was Katharine Gilbert, and she refused to put such “trash” in her newspaper. She called Mary Katherine Johnson to see us and showed us some of the poetry that Mary Katherine had been writing for the lovelorn. While we were still talking to them, Mariah Grimes walked in. She is a model for the Baby's Boudoir. After leaving the girls, we decided that we should tour California. 1 had to write a letter to my Southern manager, and upon going to the Air Mail service to send it. we found that an old friend, Rhoda Holman, was the owner of the service from Portland to Palo Alto. She used to send so many letters, that we weren’t the least bit surprised. On the train we found Vivian Howe: she is, as you probably know. Greta Garbo's greatest rival How these two can act! She told us that Helen Hoffmann is leading a life of dissipation and dance in Paris. At the station we were met by Elizabeth Heckman, who had heard that we would be in town. Mrs. Fariss, l have a surprise for you. She is going to send you her revised edition of grammar rules. She started to drive away when her Ford suddenly stopped. After tearing her hair for awhile, she telephoned for a garage man. Who should come in a towing car but Maxine Micth! She is now the Ford Company's most famous �16 The DELPHIC mechanic. She said that she had repaired Gladys Norville’s Ford limousine. Gladys is tlie rising young pupil of Helen Kane—the boop-boop-a-doop girl We decided to make ourselves beautiful, and so we asked Elizabeth and Maxine where we should go. They said that Ruth Scruggs and Dorothy Enos had opened a hair-dressing establishment on the roof of \\ oohvorth s. Oh. yes, we almost forgot to tell you. Traveling with us are Susan Sargent and Helen Stratton. They do a trapeze act during the fifteen minute rest periods. It is certainly exciting! Helen catches Sue on a double somersault. Well, we must close, but before we do, we want to congratulate you on your new edition of Shakespeare's works. Your old students. Mary Biickwjtii and Hannasit. Watts. * :r * When We Were Very Young (See 0/>t>osiec Page) Mary Beckwith 1 lelen Stratton June Clancy Susan Sargent Barbara Fiske Maxine Mietli Vivian Howe Xancy Foley Mary K. Johnson Ruth Scruggs Helen Hoffmann Dorothy Enos Peggy Cullers 1 lannasue Watts Mariah Grimes Evelyn Bates Elizabeth Heckman Katharine Gilbert Rhoda Holman Gladys Xorvillc �The DELPHIC 17 �IS The DELPHIC Class Will We. the graduating class of 1931. will to the Juniors the joys and sorrows of being a Senior. To all underclassmen we will the honor of looking up to Seniors I. Evelyn Bates, will my baby voice to Dorothy Hill. I. Mary Beckwith, will my blond, flowing tresses to Martha Carpenter. 1. Irene Carter, will my athletic ability to Bernice Norvillc. I. June Clancy, will my ability to make insipid puns to Anna Louise Rice. 1. Peggy Cullers, will my ability to maintain order in class meeting to Jean Luckel. I. Dorothy Enos, will my ability to do my hair up, to Kathleen Aston. I. Barbara Fiske, will mv boisterous ways to Jean Cameron. I. Xancy Foley, will my ability to get A s to Blanche Ruscuni 1. Katharine Gilbert, will my threadbare Burke to the Smithsonian Institute. I. Mariah Grimes, will my gold fish to Gladys Taylor. I. Elizabeth Heckman, will my willowy figure to Xancy Lou Culler^. I. Helen Hoffmann, will my tidy ways to Barbara Berger. I, Rhoda Holman, will my fraternity pin to Katherine Espy. I. Vivian Howe, will my quiet feminine ways to Ruth Smith. I, Mary Katherine Johnson, will my liquid diet to Ruth Sinitnonds. I. Maxine Mieth, will my ability to bluff to Jane Bickle. J, Gladys Xorvillc, will my Prima Donna voice to Jane Tennison. I, Susan Sargent, will my sense of humor to Helen Drill. J, Ruth Scruggs, will my pleasing laugh to Carolyn Stratton. J. Helen Stratton, will my pearly white teeth to Pepsodenl as an advertisenxmt. i, Hannasue Watts, will my pep to Doreen Plympton. �I �5 : ' . ' i ; • i j ; I I ■ i { ‘J �The DELPHIC 19 School Honors 1930 The Oregon Historical Society in the C. C. Beekman Prize Contest for 1930 awarded their First Prize, $00.00, and a beautiful bronze medal to Jane Bickle. The subject of her essay was: “The Admission of Oregon to Statehood.” Second Honorable Mention was given to Peggy Cullers. The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best Essay on a patriotic subject, awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters, was won by: . Betty Tubbs Other winners of Certificates of Merit: Jane Tennison Frances Miller Helen Drill Helen Dahl Gretchen Smith The Alumnae Pin is awarded to the Senior of good scholarship who has most actively contributed/to the School Life. This honor went to Marion Denton. Honorable mention was given to Blanche Coe and Jane Fales. A silver vase has been given to the Boarding Department. On this each year are put the numerals of the class obtaining the highest average in Good Citizen­ ship. The honor of this year’s inscription went to “1933”, the Freshman Class. For the highest average in Good Citizenship a pin and testimonial were awarded to Frances Watzek. hi the Fire Prevention Essay Contest the First Prize, $5.00, was awarded to Ruth Clarke. The Second Prize, $3.00, was awarded to Meela Whitehead. The Third Prize, $2.00, was awarded to Margaret MacMillan. 'Pile American Legion gives a Medal and Certificate to an eighth grade graduate for strength and stability of character; high standards of conduct; keen sense of what is right; adherence to truth and conscience; devotion to duty; and practice of clean speech. In our school this medal and certificate went to Gretchen Smith. A beautiful silver bon-bon spoon given by Mrs. John S. Parke to the girl who on all occasions is most courteous went to Daria Sangster. The Idol ford Cup for Sacred Studies was awarded to Lillian Troest. Hon­ orable mention was given to Elizabeth Reeves. �: 1 20 i i ! ! I ! i ; I 2 I The DELPHIC TESTIMONIALS Tlic First Testimonials are 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 Marjorie Mautz Lela Blanche Coe Frances Miller Jane Rickie Elizabeth Reeves Jane Campbell Mary Reinhart Peggy Cullers Nancy Cullers Helen Drill The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average lor the vear of: 85% in every study (.X)% in attendance and order 95% in punctuality 98% in conduct Bernice Norville Fisa Boyer Elizabeth ()*Reilly Isabelle Chandler Margaret Reeves Catherine Dalim Betty Tubbs Barbara I'iske Frances W’atzek Helen Monner Evelyn Zebntbauer Honorable mention was given to \ ivian Howe and Susan Strowbridge. who failed to win the Second Testimonial because ol absence due to illness. \ ’ �The DELPHIC 21 Editorials I lore arc we, the class of 1931, standing, like explorers of old, with our faces to the setting sun and the land that lies far to the West. Our Spanish galleon is rolling on the waves, and the fresh salt wind blows free in our faces. All life lies before us1 llehind is the known world, the world of everyday struggle, of peace and security. He fore us stretches only a vast and boundless sea. We hate to leave this happy harbor, but the breeze is blowing from the West, and with its naked sting it bears a promise of the great unknown. Winds may howl, and waves may lash around us before we reach the Happy Isles, but our ship will come back into port under full sail, heavy with dreams fulfilled. Anchors away! We are out to conquer! Sell*ml spirit! How often we read editorials in school annuals upon this subject. Too often, many people say, but, if we stop to think of how important is school spirit in making our school activities successful, we can begin to realize the reason for the many editorials devoted to this theme. If we notice the schools in which many different sports play an important part, we shall also notice that these are the ones in which the enthusiasm of the students runs high. Their attendance at the contests and competitive games and their willingness to work for their team are the things that make the sports a success. School spirit, however, goes deeper than the mere activities. It is necessary, of course, to turn out for the games and to join in the support of the team, but to he loyal to our school in the truest sense of the word is still more important. Our loyalty is reflected in our attitude toward all phases of school life, in obedience to rules, and in application to studies. Students receive much from their school, and in return they should give the best of themselves. We, the Seniors, are about to end four happy years at St. Helen's Hall. We have gained in knowledge and have made lasting friendships. We have received innumerable benefits, and in return we hope we have reflected that genuine school spirit and loyalty which are so essential to the life of our school and so necessary to the molding of our characters. �Ij 22 The DELPHIC The King and His Successor f ■ 11'WO characters more in antithesis than Claudius and Hamlet, the king, could hardly be imagined. In one man we see intensified all the rotten traits of human nature, covered by a mask of smirking hypocrisy. In the other man we see all the noble traits, glorified to an almost epic heroism. Claudius is the more complex of the two. 1 fe is flesh and blood, with his very humanity a halfway pardon for his sins. Contrary to what Shakespeare himself said about death and the evil that man does, the death of Hamlet has erased in the hearts of men his misdoings and left only an exaggerated record of his vir­ tues and achievements. He lacks the frailties which would make him human. Claudius is a coward. Instead of settling the dispute with Norway by war, as Hamlet would have done, he tries to arbitrate and prevent war. lie will prob­ ably be more successful by this wily policy, however, than as if lie had given way to hot-headed bravery. He is more perceptive than the former king. Hamlet loved Ciertrudc and believed that she was as admirable as he. Claudius understand her and takes advantage of her weakness. Claudius places everything second to his ambition. He wishes to be king of Denmark. It is true that to accomplish this he will have to commit a few crimes, such as fratricide, but it is a very simple matter to kill his brother and induce his brother’s wife to marry him. To do this successfully he must have had a genius for intrigue and a strong power of fascination. I le is a shrewd man with the cunning of a fox. Hamlet was probably of greater intelligence but of less clever­ ness. What puzzles me is how any one who knew even a little about the influence of heredity could create two brothers so different in every way. and who had no traits, apparently, in common. But we must bow to the genius of the world s greatest playwright and, overlooking his seeming mistake, say with Hamlet. “The play’s the thing!" —Mary Katiii:uixi Johnson. 31. �The DELPHIC 23 Exploration A S I sat before the fire reading those memorable speeches of Lincoln, I became very weary and longed to start on a vacation trip through the “Land of b'ancy”. I settled down in my easy chair and allowed my imagination to reign. I p through the night I flew with wings of wind. In my staunch little aeroplane with 111 y pilot keen and sure, I went to the big North Pole and to the very end of the rainbow Along the starry lanes we sped and passed an old witch on her broom. niithely we coasted for many a slippery mile along that dazzling rainbow. W e had no need for lights. When we were brought up short against the Pole, there, to be sure, was the pot of gold. The gold was too heavy to carry away and entirely useless in our happy world of fancy. Along the Milky Way we sped to the Tavern of Cream and Cheese. There w e drank the Dipper dry and went to bed in a cloud. At dawn again we climbed the clouds. The W inds went into gales of laughter at the foreigners visiting Sky land. Surprised, the Sun rose and then sat down. Again it was brilliant night. The air was full of elfin things. I low- we w-ere ridiculed! Leery Star in the heavens pointed at us and winked- at each other. The baby Stars laughed out loud. Tlie Drag*>n w ith the blazing eye ordered us out ol his own blue sky. Scorpio tried t*> sting us. We splashed him with milk from the Dipper. 'The Comet lashed hi- tail. W e twisted it around the Pole. I he Man in the Moon, swinging his feet from the outer edge, shouted that he would shiver our timbers. I le pelted our tiny plane with snowballs and drenched us w ith moonbeams. We were quite moon struck. We reached up and tickled his toes. The Man in the Moon went into an eclipse. ()nce more our golden ship, in a sea of black, sailed along the star-lit lanes, while the Meteors showered and spit. The Whale with a star in his nose tried to swallow us. 'The little Stars began to cry. Put we followed the signs of the Zodiac and arrived at a port on the coast of Mars. Old Man Mars was leaning on his front gate. He was not very cordial. lie was clad in armor brave and was blazing in wrath. We were only “worms of earth” Shouting Martian oaths, lie shook his horny fist and called us “base earthenware”. The funny little Martian soldiers challenged our approach and mustered for defense. 'They sailed down their canal, throwing thunderbolts and lightning chains at the poor earth worms invading their shores. The Comet hissed and lashed his tail, and Old Man Mars shot shooting stars and almost smashed the “base earthenware”. Put we had toasted some bread at a small volcano and dipped it in cream at the Milky Way. Trembling, we offered it to Mrs. Mars. They had never tasted milk-toast. We had won their hearts! We invited them to join the League of Nations. The Stars began to sing, and we all had a loving cup at the Milky Wayside Inn. The Comets wagged their tails in glee. We could not find the home of Santa Claus, but we are going to continue our explorations in the future. “The world is so full of a number of things” that we should never stop exploring. —Katharine Gilbert, ’31. �} 24 The DELPHIC ;: Ideals ■ Ideals Are fragile things Like lacy flower petals That flutter under shining drops Of dew; I ! ; ; Or like The powdery wings Of butterflies that know The sweetness of the morning sun For warmth. I Don’t touch. For shining drops Are shaken from the flowers With the lightest finger-tips They brush. Don’t touch. For butterflies Are stirlcss when their wings Are crushed. Are not ideals the same, Mv dear? ! '; —M.\RV K ATII I£UI X \i Jo 11 N SO N , ’31. * * * Revenge ; i •! : t ! I t I i . s ' i : i. - !i ■■ *"T“fHE little Boat came chugging up the river and gave a shrill whistle. “Open to me. Oh Bridge.” “I will not,” said the Bridge, “to any one so insignificant as you. The little Boat was highly indignant and chugged past. but. betore leaving, he screamed. “Oh Bridge, some day T shall make you open lor me. The Bridge only made a scornful sound and returned to his slumbers as the little boat went by. One day a large boat steamed up the river, and. as it neared the Bridge, boomed loudly for passage, while the little Boat following in its wake shrieked, “Open to me. also, thou haughty Bridge.” Reluctantly the Bridge opened, amidst a loud scraping and grating of its ancient limbs, and let them pass. When they had gone by, the Bridge, with a loud crash as it opened its rusty, red gates to allow the cars through, growled. “Some clay you shall pay for this, silly Boat." —Mary Bkckwith, '31. �The DELPHIC 25 First Aid to Seniors "POURING the years of my high school life I have often pondered over plans which I think would be a great improvement in the curriculum of any high school, but, now that I am a senior, I believe that it is a more fitting task to devote myself to bettering the conditions of those poor, long-suffering creatures who have managed to survive the rigors of three years of high school life. Seniors. I believe that this is a most opportune time to give expression to my plans, but for some unknown reason, instinct possibly, l feel that my well-meaning designs will have no influence upon the school heads. English is the very first thing that has come to my notice. In the first place I should insist upon weak-willed English teachers, who could easily be prevailed upon to extend the time limit for handing in book reports indefinitely. Macaulay's Essay on Samuel Johnson would be used, but there would be no require­ ment concerning the memorizing of any of the allusions. Now we come to the literature of that most illustrious man. William Shakespeare. There is one point upon which I stand firmly. This point is that there would be no paraphrasing. Also for this part of the English course the text book would be Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare. Another much discussed feature of Senior English is Burke’s Speech on Conciliation. Because I can find no way of simplifying the study of this speech, I am afraid that it would have to be done away with altogether, and I might even go so far as to prohibit having one single copy on the school ground. During the part of the year in which grammar is struggled with, Fribble’s Correct English Usage would be the text book, and, of course, there would be no grammar rules to learn. There are many different history courses taken by Seniors: therefore. I can lay down only a very few stipulations, and, although they are not original, they arc very practical. There would be no dates to be memorized and no wars to be traced. That difficult course, Art History, which is taken by so many hard­ working Seniors, could easily be improved by one or two changes, such as re­ fusing the teacher permission to ‘‘spring" written lessons on her conscientious pupils. The French course for Seniors could easily be made more attractive by merely permitting the students to write the English above the French words in the translation. I have outlined the most important improvements, and now I might mention a few minor details. Homework would be, of course, an unthought-of distraction. Now, examinations! As every one suspects, I have a secret desire to abolish them. However, I am afraid that this plan would meet with much opposition; therefore, as a substitute. I should offer the system of revealing, about a week or so before examination time, the contents of the dreaded papers. —Peggy Cullers, *31. �I! 26 The DELPHIC The Steeple **'YrOU'LL never do it." said Willis major. “Bet von I do," replied Manvard confidently. The two boys were gazing1 up at the slender top of the Elcombe Church spire, which raised itself into the sky three hundred feet above their heads. Lor generations it had been the ambition of every Elcombe boy to climb to the top of the ladder which was fixed to the spire. The feat had never been accomplished, and now Manvard. the best athlete in the school, had resolved to do it. j ! Apart from the risk, there was also the chance of punishment. Manvard had realized this, but he had decided the risk was worth taking. And whatever the punishment, what a hero he would be! I ! I i f r “Yes,” he said to his chum. “I’ll do it." “When?” asked Willis doubtfully. “Let’s see," said Manyard. “The day after tomorrow is Sunda\ 1 11 tie a handkerchief to the top early Sunday morning.” Willis whistled. “Do you want anybody to know?” “Give a hint Sunday at breakfast time to look out for something startling. he said. At five o’clock Sunday morning Manyard stole softly out of the dormitory. He was clad in a cricket shirt and a pair of gray flannel trousers, and on bis feet he wore a pair of tennis shoes. There was not a soul around, and in a few minutes he was at the church, looking up at the steeple. The first part of the feat consisted of getting onto the roof of the church, and this was comparatively easy. From the roof the ladder started, and grasping the iron rungs, Manyard- began the climb. His condition was excellent, and he went a considerable way before he had to stop to breathe. From the beginning he had told himself that he must not look down. Nevertheless, he was seized with an almost irresistible desire to do so. Setting his teeth, he recommenced his climb. This time he did not go so tar and, looking up, saw that the steeple was as far as ever. W earily, he went up. up, up, and already his arms were beginning to feel the strain. At the next halt he wondered why be bad been such a fool as to try the climb, but the thought of winning spurred' him on and finally brought him to the top. lie had taken the precaution to attach a clip to his handkerchief, and soon it was fastened. Then he permitted himself to take a look below. Immediately after he had done so, a feeling of sickness and giddiness and the terrible impulse to let himself go came over him. Perspiration broke out all over him. and his lips refused to move. He swayed, let go with one hand, and then with an effort grasped the rung again. It was a terrible feeling. W ould he ever gel safely to the ground again? Presently bis strength came back to him. and bit by bit he began to descend. The way seemed interminable, and once or twice the feeling came over him that he must throw himself down. �The DELPHIC I I I ! 27 After xvliat seemed to him hours he again stood on the grass, looking up at his handkerchief at the top of the steeple—the proof that he had accomplished his task. The whole school was excited, but the hero was not to he seen. As a matter of fact lie was lying in bed, pleading fatigue, but really suffering from a reaction of nerves. Soon Manyard heard that an assembly had been called, and he knew perfectly well what lor. When the school had assembled and all were silent, Fletcher, the Head Master, said, “Some time last night a handkerchief was tied to the top of F.lconrbe Church steeple. Will the culprit please step forward?*’ There was a pause and sickening silence. Then Manyard managed to step forward. “Ah. Manyard.” said the Head Master. “So you performed this very—er— athletic act?” A cs >ir," said Manyard. “Why did you do it ?” The <|iK'stion took Manyard by surprise. “I don't know,** lie murmured. “Never do anything without an object. You placed the handkerchief at the top of the steeple, and, therefore, you will have to bring it down.” A gasp ran around the school, and Manyard hardly heard what came after­ ward. “In order to give the rest of the school the benefit of seeing you, you shall make the ascent on Tuesday afternoon at two o’clock. The alternative will be expulsion.” Lor the rest of the day Manyard sat in his study and stared blankly before him. I le thought of the dreadful moments he had spent on the ladder, of the im­ pulse to jump down. No. he could never do it again, and yet the alternative was expulsion. If that day was bad. the night was even worse. He had hideous nightmares, and he dreamed that he was on top of the ladder. Then he let go of the rungs and was falling, falling ! But just when he was reaching the ground, he woke up. That night the wind came up, and a regular gale blew through the country­ side. Lying in his bed. Manyard heard it and thought how much harder it would be if this wind kept up. The next morning the school had a surprise. A small boy brought the news that the handkerchief was no longer there. Quickly the news spread through the school and was carried to Manyard. Some thought that perhaps he had taken the handkerchief down. “Did I? Blazes!’* said Manyard. There was a tap on the door, and Manyard heard. “The Head Master wishes to see you at once, Mr. Manyard.” When Manyard entered the office, the Head Master noted with satisfaction the boy's pale face and tired eyes. �2S The DELPHIC “Ah, Manyard,” he said, “this is the day of your ascent to the steeple, and now I find that the handkerchief is gone. Did you take it?" “Xo, sir." "H’m. Then the gale must have blown it away Well, as you cannot fulfill your task, the alternative is expulsion." Manyard tried to speak, but no sound came. “But,” said the Head Master, “as you appear to have been punished enough, I have decided to let you off with being ‘gated’ for a month." “Gated” fora month! That was nothing. Manyard stammered a few words of thanks and hurried out. That evening the Head Master handed five shillings to a small, middle-aged man who had called. "You didn’t find it hard, then. Harper?" he asked. “Not a bit, sir.” was the reply. “We steeple-jacks are used to such things. 1 he young gentleman must have found it rough, though." “I’m sure he did,” said the Head Master, “f know he’ll never attempt it again, nor will any one else. t I —SlIIRLKY l'Vl.TON, ’32. * * * Dawn on a Frosty Morning .: 1 i ’ ; It was a dark and sharpened night. And thick hoar-frost had fallen. T saw a thin, clear ray of light— A moon fast fading out of sight— That showed beneath dark starry skies A world—all white. And then the moon sank out of sight; the stars went after one by one; The earth was dark and void of light. With hushed steps came the end of night. And then the faintest glimmer showed The world—all white. That glimmer was the end of night. A new fresh day was born. Then rose the sun. and with delight Through trees lit with the rosy light I saw in crystal loveliness, A world—all white. —Helen Drill, ’33. �I I The DELPHIC 29 The Fairyland of Music TS there any one whose soul is so senseless that it cannot be inspired by the enx chantment of music? Surely there is no one who is without a tune in his heart when he is happy. I o truly music-loving' spirits, the melodious strains of music are like a fairywand. which enchants them and carries them away into the land of beautiful dreams and fantastic visions. In that land of glamour and beauty there are gurg­ ling birds, twittering in the trees of the forests, clear blue skies, magnificent cas­ tles. and all the other spectacular scenes which delight the human mind so much. In attaining this land, however, there is one hindrance, which sometimes mars its beauty. There is a dwarf hidden away within the depths of the largest and most splendid forest of the land. He very often causes the charming fairy queen trouble. He lives in the hollow trunk of an enormous old oak tree, and, when lie stays at home, there is peace in this land of enchantment. On the other hand, when lie goes abroad in search of followers, whom he so ardently desires, the skies darken, the birds cease singing, and the fairies fly to their homes as quick!) as their tiny, delicate wings can carry them. It is his desire to become the ruler of tin- gorgeous land, and, when he tries to fulfill this desire, the clouds darken and gather, loud claps of thunder ring through the land, lightning streaks the skies, which were once so pleasantly blue, and the entire scene is one of tur­ moil and trouble. It is necessary for the queen to make this change, so that she may protect herself and her subjects. This condition cannot last, however, because the dwarf is too insignificant, and the dainty fairy queen is too marvelously clever and beau­ tiful ever to make it possible for the dwarf to rule her kingdom. The wicked dwarf realizes that he can never carry out his desire while the queen is aware of his plans, and so he once more penetrates the forest and returns with a saddened heart to his home in the old oak tree. Again there is peace, and the beautiful markings of the land retain their original form. The queen, who is still ruler, waves her wand, and the music fades away into the distance. The vision of the beautiful green meadows, the castles, the forests, and the gurgling brooks is growing dimmer and dimmer, until finally it has completely faded away. The listener, who has just returned from a trip into the “Fairyland of Music", has experienced a more wonderful voyage than any he could expect to experience m the material world, and he feels thoroughly satisfied with the land he has just explored. He hopes that he may again visit that land and, perhaps, take with him a friend, who has also learned to appreciate music and the thrills it possesses for those who love it. —Betty Tubbs, '33. �30 The DELPHIC I Wanna5 Drink ! \ ' I •I - i I Jl was a beautiful day, one of the kind that California claims to have three hundred and sixty-five times a year, but that Oregon really has in early spring. I be lure ol camping was in our blood, and the only way to cure it was to go out and endure it for a weekend. W e found ourselves on this particular morning out in the forest on a beautiful ridge road, high above a roaring stream. X'ow at this time my brothers and 1 were just at the ‘‘I wanna’ drink age: that is, the age when you always wake up in the middle of the night and call out sleepily, “I wanna’ drink”, or, as soon as you enter a church or any such public building, you have to tug at your mother’s dress and shout in a stage whisper, “I wanna’ drink”, and at the mere sight of a street car or railway train you be­ come thirsty. This morning was no exception. The minute we spied that river away below us. we broke out together, *T wanna’ drink”. We had to keep this up without stopping for about three miles, before our poor parents finally gave in. Of course everything was packed away in the camping kit except one small tin cup. As my father climbed out of the car. 1 could see by his face that he was making rapid calculations as to the number of trips he would have to make down that steep bank with that miserable little cup, if we each averaged two cups to drink and two to spill. Suddenly he had a bright idea. “Come with me", he said to the three of us, “and 1 will teach you how to drink the wav your savage forefathers did in the days before there were any cups”. Two minutes later he had us all lying on our stomachs along the bank with our heads stuck out over the edge, drinking to our heart’s content. We were thrilled at this new experience, and for the rest of the trip not one of us touched a cup but spent most of our time flat on our stomachs by some babbling brook. However, the trip was soon over, and we were all back in the city again. W hat a dry old place it seemed, as we wandered up and down the cement sidewalk looking for something to do. Suddenly around the corner loomed a sprinkling wagon, and the three of us dashed to follow it down the street. What fun it was to watch that great spray come spouting out at the sides and wash everything away in front of it. forming a regular little river in the gutter. A river! The thought was unanimous. We remembered what our father had taught us. We fell with one accord flat on our stomachs upon the curb, and—. but why go into the gruesome details? We all lived through it, and now, after laboring through this tale, ‘T wanna’ drink". —Dorei'.x Pi.ymptox. ’33. �The DELPHIC 31 Liberality TOX'G ago in Arabia three men were disputing as to who was the most generous person among the Arabs. One gave the preference to his friend. Abdallah, another to Kais Saad Obadah, and the third to Arabah. After much debating, an Arab who was present proposed that to end the dispute, each ot them go to his friend and ask for assistance. In this way they might judge the generosity of these Arabs by their donations. This was agreed upon by all. Abdallah’s friend, going to him, found him just mounting his camel for a journey and thus accosted him: “Abdallah, \ am traveling and am in need.” Upon hearing this. Abdallah alighted and bade him take the camel with all that was upon her. Thereupon, the friend took the camel and found on her some robes of silk and four thousand pieces of gold. The second went to Kais Saad Obadah. whose servant told him that his master v as asleep and desired to know his business. The friend answered that he had come to a-k Kais’s assistance, as he was in need of help. Thereupon, the servant said that he would rather give the help than wake his master. The servant gave his master’s friend a purse of seven thousand pieces of gold, assur­ ing him that it was all the money in the house. He also directed the man to go to those who were in charge of the camels and to take a camel and a slave and to return home with them. W hen Kais awoke, and his servant informed him of what he had done, the master asked him why he had not called him. "For,” he said, “I would have given him more." The third man went to Arabah and met him coming out of his house, lean­ ing on two slaves, because his eye-sight was failing him. The friend no sooner made known his case than Arabah let go the slaves and, clapping his hands to­ gether. loudly lamented his misfortune in having no money, but desired his friend to take the two slaves. The man refused to do this, until Arabah protested, saying that, if the slaves were not accepted, he would give them their freedom. With that, lie left, groping his way along the wall. On the return of the adventurers, judgment was unanimously given by all who w-erc present to Arabah. the most generous of the three. —Nancy Lou Cullers, 33. Dreams I f I could only dream the whole night through And let the dark be silvered with those dreams And find love fall to earth like shining dew Or dance in the misty light of blue moonbeams— I’d find my love—I’d know him by the light Of the first pale star that lovers wish upon: We’d sway and swirl on the windswept hill of night Where the tall rank grass grows long. —Mary Katherine Johnson, '31. ! �; 32 The DELPHIC It’s Eight-thirty ; ■ ' I. THURSDAY night, October 4tli—”. No doubt those are familiar words to every one. at least to those who are blessed with the conveniences of today. Just to show you what an important part new inventions play in one’s life, I m going to illustrate my meaning by taking an example from the average American family of today. Dinner is over. Father, who is comfortably settled in the Morris chair, is hidden by the evening paper. Mother is in the kitchen executing her weekly duty, which always confronts her after dinner on Thursday nights. As every one knows, Thursdays are the servants’ holidays, and these days off arc never missed, no matter what special occasion exists. Junior, esteemed in his judgment as making up a large portion of the family, is in conference over the telephone, trying to decide who should be quarterback in the coming big game against the rival junior high-school. Anne, the young lady of the family, who is “just at that age’’, is rigorously biting her thumb nail behind her science book, tormented by her brother’s lengthy discourse over the telephone. (Dates are usually made on Thursday nights for the coming weekend.) Since Anne is an attractive young lady, she has prospects of being “dated up’’ for the weekend, but, when one’s family gets on the telephone, one might as well give up hope. Poor Ted ! Anne has visions of Ted's giving central his opinion of her in no undecided expressions, when, instead of Anne s sweet voice reaching his ear, lie is met bv that incessant buzzing noise. Grandma is seated in the rocking chair, diligently mending her son's foot­ wear, but, nevertheless, keeping an eye on the clock And thus we find the Jones family, supposedly at peace with the world. uneasy, waiting for something to happen. Ah, here it is! The voice is recognized. Junior’s phone call is immediately cut short. He hurries to the living room. Mother leaves the dishes, dries her hands, and follows him. The expression on Anne’s troubled face changes to one of joy. She seats herself on the footstool. Grandma sighs with relief and totters over to the other side of the room. Lather puts the paper down and takes off his glasses. He moves his chair. Did the telephone ring for Anne? Or was it the Martins dropping in for a game of bridge? Or, perhaps, did Junior finally settle his wrangle? Xo. It was something far more important than any such trivial things as those. It was the melodious voice of Mr. Bill Hays, “Amos n’ Andy in person, sponsored by the Pepsodent Company of Chicago!” — Helen Stratton. '31. �The DELPHIC 33 A Day in Old Granada T AST summer my grandmother and I made a European trip. We were gone ' five months, and. although we visited Spain, Italy, France. England, Scot­ land, Germany, and Belgium, the two short days we spent in Granada were the most interesting of all. On Thursday, the day we were to do most of our sight-seeing, our guide arrived rather early and took us to the Generalife. It was formerly the summer palace of the Moors, and it was also used as a sort of nursery in which to grow plants to use in the Alhambra itself. We took some pictures there and then pro­ ceeded to the Alhambra. I he Alhambra is marvelous. It seems to me. as it did to Irving, that it can never be overpraised. I am sure that there are no more wonderful wall and ceiling mosaics anywhere in the world. In the Myrtle Court we saw an artist working on a beautiful water-color of an orange tree growing in a corner of the court. f \ then t was time for luncheon, and we went back to our hotel, rather tired but very enthusiastic over the beauties which we had seen. Me .spent the afternoon seeing statues and works of art of other kinds in ditlerent parks throughout the city. Then, about four o’clock came the greatest thrill of all! The arti>t whom we had seen in the morning' had invited us to his house, and we went through the dirty "native" quarter of Granada and out into the Square of San Nicholas. It was a typical Spanish Square, but it had a view which was far from being ordinary. From it we could see, far away, the snow-capped Sierra Nevada mountains, and across a canyon we could see outlined against the horizon the dainty towers of the Alhambra. The artist, Mr Wynne Apperly. is an English artist who has been living in .Spain for about ten years I le has received medals from the Spanish govern­ ment. and some of his pictures are in the National Art Gallery in Madrid. Mr. Apperly has a very fascinating Spanish house, in which many of his pictures are to be seen. It is from the balcony of this house that one can get this wonderful view It ended by my grandmother’s buying the picture which Mr. Apperly had just painted that morning in the Myrtle Court. Lhis completed one of the most wonderful days we had during the whole trip. It was the “high light" of our time in Spain, There will always be a warm spot in my heart for Granada, and I shall always remember the glorious day we spent there. —Esther Allen Joiies, ’34. �54 The DELPHIC Climbers I i i ! * ■LI WfHlLE visiting a mountain resort, have you ever noticed that curious and unusual family, the mountain climbers? Watching them is an amusing pastime, it you have any of the instincts of a collector. All ot the species belong, as perhaps you've observed, to that large genus, the snap-shooters. They show unbounded enthusiasm for taking pictures of each other astride horses or burros, sitting upon large boulders leaning upon knottv staves, or assuming any position which represents to their minds the strong, virile quality of the mountains. Then there are those large, ponderous individuals whose chief delight is riding upon small and melancholy burros, which struggle valiantly up steep, winding trails. What dignity, what noble repose! Oh. and have you seen the type which seems to find nothing more amusing than attiring themselves in picturesque cowboy costumes? This variety, galloping about, whooping and yelling, riding l orcd horses, and kicking up great clouds of dust to add to the hilarity, usually comes from the East Just wail till they tell the folks back home all about it! You wonder if they will mention the next days agony. To the ladies! Or are they? At any rate you can’t fail to notice those females who apparently must, to get into the spirit of the thing, don knickers. I hen, ol course, there is simply nothing for it but to add chiffon hose and 1 Tench heels to complete the ensemble. Oh, well, if they enjoy it— Xot the least among the mountaineers are the collectors. Such a satis! ying sport! They toil up tortuous trails, turn aside or bend to snatch up something every few moments, or stop to rest, always finding new and finer trophies. Long before they reach the summit, they are forced to unload, not only prickly pine cones and weighty pebbles from their pockets, but also almost equally large quan­ tities of gravel from their shoes. After this they are free to start all over again. The last and most delightful of the species are the yodlers. Surely you have heard of them. They come out almost any time of the day, and far up on some proudly attained pinnacle they become inspired by the Muse to unearthly warbling and bellowing. This is usually for the benefit of Aunt Jane or Cousin Otis, down in the vallev. Have you, too, begun to wonder if all these species might not be put under the general classification of mountain goats? —Shirley Paulson, '32. �! The DELPHIC 35 ii Dialogue on Democracy " A XD," argued the doctor, “you really think Lowell's idea of democracy has in it the true, underlying principle? Your honest answer, if I should ask you your opinion of democracy as compared with Lowell’s, would be that you entirely agree with him? You believe that democracy means not, Tm as good as you are’, but, ‘You're as good as I am’, in the words of Thomas Parker?” “That’s exactly my opinion,” concurred the lawyer. “I fully agree with Lowell, too. when he so aptly defines democracy by calling it ‘that form of society, no mailer what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows he has it*.” I'lic- two men were discussing “Democracy” by James Russell Lowell, whose works they 1 oth earnestly enjoyed. The two often met for a friendly chat, usually ending in an argument which delved into the principles of many great works. ‘ So often," went on the lawyer, “this new democracy, according to Lowell, infect* Europe, and this infection is traced to 11s. But, Lowell argues, it is not denmcracx. It is nothing more than a conglomeration of offensive ideas which these people have, because the name sounds learned, called democracy. Do you think ii a true criticism of democracy to say that universal suffrage has given the vote to the ignorant masses, unpracticed in self-government?" “Well," began the doctor, "that may be a criticism that is in a small part true, but it must be taken into consideration that the ignorant masses are not the true Americans, but are people whom the European countries have exported to rs. It is these people among whom democracy is not safe. I am in part quot­ ing Lowell in this statement, for my idea of democracy is closely modeled upon his.” “ That speech should have almost winded you." laughed the lawyer, “but you certainly spoke words of wisdom. 1 think, too. that it is wrong to maintain that democracy weakens authority. Ft seems to me that, since it makes the people in­ telligent in the matter of whom they are to obey, it would rather tend to strengthen authority. It gives the man a chance to admire what is better and more beautiful than himself and to pay tribute by paying respect to that man or men. This giving of authority to those deserving of it through brain and work, instead of to the ones who reserve it by claims of heredity, leads to I.owell\s definition of democ­ rat'v." “That's very true," acquiesced the doctor, “but how did we ever begin such a serious discussion of democracy? It’s an interesting subject, though, and Lowell’s address is really important today, for democracy has spread far and wide. It is probably this very spreading of the so-called disease that Europe feared so much, but we feel that we have that which is best for us. and as long as we keep our democracy, there will be a glorious future for our people and our empire.” —Nancy Folf.y, ’31. it it I ■ . 1 1 : ■ 1 ii! ; : i i s ! ; i 'I �36 The DELPHIC Reform are the evils of contemporary society. Perhaps it is only natural that a few ol these should find their way into the Hall, but natural or unnatural, we find it deplorable. For instance, it is customary for a group of young ladies, their arms lovingly encircling the waists of their friends, to spread out in a broad phalanx and then stroll nonchalantly down the corridors. They never seem to be in a hurry. Father Time himself waits for them, and to break through their ranks is as much an impossibility as for a boarder to avoid eating carrot salad (or any other kind of salad) for lunch Another common sight is a sociable gathering in the corridor or some door­ way to discuss a weighty matter of no importance. Then there is nothing lor the would-be passer-by to do but to wait patiently until the conference is finished. Its members will disperse in a leisurely fashion, when the spirit (or the bell) moves them. Occasionally some one goes to the other extreme, becomes panic-stricken at the thought of being late to class, and charges madly down the ball. In such a case any one who chances to be in the hall should withdraw into some classroom or the shelter of a doorway until the tornado has passed. Even the members of the faculty say that there are times when it seems scarcely safe to attempt a pass­ age through the halls. Plainly, reform is needed and needed badly. Fair readers. I appeal to your better selves. Neither run in undue and undignified haste, nor amble unconcern­ edly down the corridor, but search, and you will find, the happy medium which, once arrived at. will be more conducive to the peace of mind of all concerned. —Irf.ni-: Sofiirkx. 32. 1 ! * * * f I i The Silent North i l ! •; i ; . \ i A S 1 stood on the shore of a lonely island where probably no other man had trod, I felt a deep, hushed awe. My ears were filled with the music of the wilderness, and yet there was a serene and haunting silence. It was evening, and the sky was arrayed with many wondrous colors, all harmonizing with the peace of the world about. The snow-capped mountains, though they spread a beautitul background for the trees that stood aloft, still held their majestic dignity. The pebbled sea-shore led me to the calm and placid waters of the sound. It was a deep, blue mirror for the beauty all about it. As I turned, I felt 11 is Presence pouring blessings on the wonder of 11 is earth. —Elizarftii Hrckman, '31. �I The DELPHIC 37 The Wind W ho sits hidden in the tree, mumbling to himself. Muddled in his foggy cloak that snuggles ’round his cars? Who blows out the candles twinkling in the deep night sky? Who perches on a comfv cloud to watch the passing years? The Wind. Who Who Who Who trims the wicks of winter moons in the midnight hour? calls down the chimney and whispers on the stair? peers from darkest corners and taps upon the pane? pauses on the rooftop to comb his long, gray hair? The Wind. \\ ho 'trolls beside the friendlv stream and takes tea with the birds? Who w alk' .done although the world bows to his magic wand ? Who flaunts his tattered coat tails, with a feather in his cap. And Mnups to kiss the haughty rose, a merry vagabond? The Wind. Who Who Who Who i' a stately gentleman whose words are a caress? is a wicked rogue who stamps his foot in rage and scorn? woos the silver willow with his pleading, merry harp? creeps from out the dusty sky to greet the sweet spring morn? The Wind. —Anna Louise Rice, '33. The Awakening f I TIE starlight could not penetrate the thick folds of night. The moon was hidden by gigantic clouds. The dense darkness was gruesome; even the owls seemed awed. Xot a sound crept from the forest. A curtain of deep, cold, caressing violet had been spread over the world. The unending shadow was a protection to all creatures on earth. I felt as if it were guarding me as I slipped through the woods into the Unknown. It soothed my fears of the path I was to tread in so short a time. A spark, a flash of a star, pierced the night. It stabbed my soul. Then the mighty clouds rolled awav; a faint gleam of light suggested the coming of day. —Mary Beckwith, '31. �38 The DELPHIC ■ ■ Juvenilel> The Three Little Butterflies were once three little butterfly brothers, one while, one red, and one T HERR yellow. They played in the sunshine and danced among the flowers in the ) I garden. They never grew tired, because they were so happy. One day there came a heavy rain, and it wet their wings. They flew away home. hut. when they arrived, they found the door locked and the key gone: and so they had to stay outdoors in the rain. Of course they grew wetter and wetter. By and by they flew to a red and yellow tulip and said. “b'ricnd Tulip, will you open your flower-cup and let us in until the storm is over?" The tulip answered. “The red and yellow butterflies may enter, because they are like me. but the white one must stay out." But the red and yellow butterflies said. “If our brother may not find shelter in your flower-cup. then we will stay out in the rain with him." So they flew to the lily and said. “Good Lily, will you open your hud a little so that we may creep in out of the rain?" The lily answered, “The white butterfly may come in, because he is like me. but the others must stay out." Then the white butterfly said. “If my two brothers cannot come in, 1 will stay out with them. We would rather die of cold than be parted." So the three little butterflies flew away. But the sun. who was behind a cloud, heard it all. l ie knew what good little brothers the butterflies were and how they had kept together in spite ot the wet. and so he pushed his face through the clouds and dried the wings ot the three little butterflies and warmed their bodies. They ceased to sorrow and danced among the flowers until evening. Then they flew home and found the door wide open. —Mary Helen* Walker. Grade VI. �The DELPHIC 39 Thanksgiving Hurrah for the turkey, good old fellow! 11c comes every year when the trees arc yellow. My, but he's a noble bird From all the stories I have heard. This one went to the farm with his mother. He had nine sisters and just one brother. When Farmer Frown came out one day, All the turkeys were in the hay. Turk kept this up the whole year 'round And got so fat he weighed fifteen pounds. 1 le was too large to serve on a platter, And when they carved him, he made a splatter. We finished our dinner in peace and good will. And each one was thankful he'd eaten his fill. — Helen Margaret Strong, Grade VI. An Adventure by the Congo ' T.\ the middle of the afternoon. 1 was walking by the bank of the Congo. It was rather cool, because it had rained that morning. All the natives seemed very ambitious, probably because of the heavy shower, Carts loaded with various things were being hauled to town, and now and then one could see the little negro bovs climbing up trees to get cocoanuts for the evening meal. All of a sudden something disturbed the peace of that beautiful scene. A Tom Pom was heard in the distance. Every one was running in one direction. Xot knowing what had happened, I started running with the others. Natives were beginning the war dance. There was such confusion that I thought that perhaps a strange tribe had come to make war upon them, for the natives were weeping and wailing. But I finally was told that one of their gods had been stolen. I almost laughed when 1 heard that. This was a matter of no interest to me. and so l was turning towards camp when I heard the people shouting, for there, holding the god. was the old China­ man who had lived with the tribe for many years. This idol was about the size of an apple carved into the shape of a head. It was hollow inside, and usually a stick held it up. Under the head there were some sacrifices given by the natives. The Chinaman was killed, as was the custom of the country, and the god was put back in its proper place. Everything was peaceful and quiet again. —Carolyn Mar Mkyrr, Grade YI. �40 The DELPHIC ' The Cougar TT was a beautiful evening when 1 first opened my eyes. As I lay there cuddled up close beside my mother, I found that 1 was not the only little cougar, for 1 saw two little brothers, just like myself, lying by me. I low warm and cozv it was in that big, dark cave. Mother and father took care of us. We usually slept all day, and at night our parents fed us. As soon as we were older, we were taught how to hunt our birds of prey after the habit of our family. What fun it was to climb trees and steal quietly up behind rabbits and then pounce upon them W e tried very hard to learn. Later, when we were old enough to take care of ourselves, we said goodbye to mother and father, and then we went into the world to -eek our fortunes and live by ourselves. I live in a big. dark cave almost as nice as the one I was born in, in the coast mountains. 1 am strong now and can hunt very well. I am getting my new winter’s coat. It is so soft and warm. The termers don t like me and are always setting traps for me, and so I have to he very careful. —Edith C.wij.i. Ai:i:oti, tirade VI. = 1 ; I : » i * * * The Fir Tree i I t Whenever 1 see a fir tree Standing far away, It makes me think of the Christ Child, Who in a manger lay. That cold day in December. With Mary standing near, While Joseph was a-kneeling, And Shepherds filled with fear. The angels sang a hymn of praise To God Who watched above. “We thank You, God. Who sent the Son. Whom You so dearlv love." It tells the Christmas story. As it stands so straight and tall. And reaches its arms to heaven Summer, winter, spring, and fall. --- 1»RTTY So M N 1CR. GHIdc \ f • �' . ' ' ��The DELPHIC 41 . The Basketball Team Center Side Center Forwards. . Guards... . Center........ Side Center Forwards.. Guards. . . . First Team ..................... ......................... Peggy Cullers ..................................Mary Louise Kendall ........................Ruth Smith, Eleanor Luper Xancy Lou Cullers, Evelyn Rates (Capt.) Second Team . . ............................................... Frances Watzek ....................................Betty Tubbs, Xancy Foley Gladys Xorville, Gretchen Smith. Dorothy Hill ..........................Bernice Xorville. Helen Monner Jean Cameron, Edith Kohlhase (Subs.) Yell Leaders Helen Stratton and llannasuc Watts �42 I* The DELPHIC Basketball \\ lien the basketball season opened in November, more girls than usual turned out for practices. Because of the fact that there were so many sport lovers. Mrs. Knapp was able to choose an excellent team, one which did not fail under any circumstances. . : First Game of the Season \\ hat shouting- and yelling could be heard on November 21 1 Why? Because we were playing the first game of the year and against llolv Child Academy. This game was an exciting one. From the time the first whistle blew until the last whistle, both teams fought hard and furiously. Appearam c' looked as though we were playing a losing game, but our fears were ground!* — as we made a basket the last moment and tied the game, 17-17. W e should have known the team would not fail us. The Reed Game There is always great excitement when we are to play our games, and on February 19 we were especially excited, as we were going to play Reed College. The girls always enjoy their games with Reed, as they are always played so smoothly. This game was one beautiful pass after another, and we linished the game with a more hilarious feeling than when we had started, as the score was in our favor, 30-14 Return Game With Reed Our return game with Reed was on March 5. This was another fast game, marked by swift passes and clever thinking. The Hall made a basket the first minute, and one could see a new light of encouragement and determination cross the faces of our girls. We were rewarded, too, as the final score was 37-22 in our favor. . ■ 1 f Last Game of the Season Superstitious? I should say not! We played one of the most interesting basketball games of the season, and believe it or not. it was on March 13. 1 his was the first game in the history of the school that we had played with St. Mary’s Academy, and I must say that our opponents pul up a real fight. St. Mary’s made the first basket, and our nerves were strained to a high pitch, but this tension was all for naught, as our own team made the next basket. 1 he players were equally well matched, and we had to work for every basket. 1 he final score was in our favor, 25-19. Illness played havoc with basketball this year, keeping us from playing a few games. Mrs. Knapp was very much pleased with the team, for it did not lose a game. Mrs. Knapp feels that the team this year was one of her best, but, though many of the girls were Seniors, next year’s team seems equally promising. �The DELPHIC 43 n i- Class Games During the last weeks of March the class games were played. The FreshmanSophomore game was very interesting, although it was rather discouraging for the Kreshmen. as their star player was absent. The final score was 41-12 in favor of the Sophomores. The winners then played the Juniors, and this game seemed just about as one-sided as the first, as the Sophomore team was composed of a great many girls who are on the school team. The final score was 29-5, leaving the cham­ pionship open to the Sophomores and Seniors. This game for the championship was indeed a hard fought one, and the Seniors played an excellent game, although the odds were against themi The game was won by the Sophomores, with a winning score of 19-6. * * * Riding For years riding has been of great interest to the girls. This year they went weekly to the Riding Academy to enjoy this sport. It was enjoyed by a number of hoarders and day students. �44 The DELPHIC :: ■ 1 Archery ii T his year archery took the lead in the spring sports, as more girls than usual were enthusiastic over it. We purchased new bows and arrows, painted in the school colors. Fencing This sport promised to be one of the most popular of all, but, since it is a rule that every one must have fencing jackets, the class was discontinued until next vear. ip 1 Indoor Baseball :: Indoor baseball always draws the attention of the girls, and there was great excitement over it this year. The girls worked hard in order to make the indoor baseball a success. ■ r 1 . �45 The DELPHIC . rr ■;. ■ : ;.^4-rv-Kp :; ;:: ::: i : t! :::f Ti t :: x ;1 Ut : j ■':::: rf+'H: : : I'.tft L ■ ^ -i m\ m mn+U: i!rm . Pi::: Hi !• :• iI ! 1 Ten nis ()nc sport which always comes willi spring’ is tennis. Last year the tennis tournament was one interesting game after another, Peggy Krumhein won the beginners* finals; Eleanor Luper. the junior finals; and Sally Reed, the senior finals. The doubles between the day students and the boarders were won by Jeannette Male and Muriel Gabriel, who made up the boarders team. This vear a hundred and twelve girls entered the tournament. The beautiful cups given to the winners of the different tournaments are always incentives to sign up for the games. The girls chosen for the tennis team this year were Mary Beckwith, Jeannette Hale, Eleanor Luper, and Ruth Smith. 1 = : - j �46 DELPHIC i : i ' i ; i | ■ ! Impudcnce and dijnicyjx* i , ! ; I . ! ■ i !■ S ;• ft:: is i 8 '• , Don't shoot me on a bench (not to mention KSW3SOB All wet ��< •: �1 : = The DELPHIC 47 .= The Calendar 1930-1931 September 3. The old girls grow dizzy doing good turns for the newcomers. We re into it now i September ./. We shift into high. School work begins in earnest. 111 September S. The boarders make the most of a glorious afternoon at Mrs. Smith's home at Lake Oswego, with swimming, canoeing, and motor boating vieing for favor. Toasted marshmallows, too. Xo wonder they are contented! September i /. Invited to Oswego again. The boarders inspect the longed-for Lake House. Lo and behold, the bus has a “flat", and so they ride home in taxis, with a more or less musical accompaniment of songs. |!j September 26. The annual Old Girl-New Girl Party makes the Assembly Hall rock. October //. d'he first hoarders’ dance causes great excitement. October H). To the unbounded satisfaction of all, the Lake House becomes the property of St. Helen’s Hall. October 2S. Bishop Jenkins visits chapel and talks interestingly upon Nevada. October 50. Teachers and mothers become acquainted at the annual Teachers’ Tea, held in the other house, with the Juniors and Seniors assisting. November 3. Out come the formats for the first Symphony Concert, held in the Civic Auditorium. November 7. What a marvelous time the hoarders have on their first weekend at the Lake House! November 10. An Armistice day program, to which mothers and friends are invited, is given in the Assembly hall. Refreshments do not detract from the occasion. November 13. The Junior-Senior dance is the first of many good times at Everglade. ; �4$ The DELPHIC A m ember 20. i he Rev. J. B. Bartlett speaks in chapel upon the contribution through mis­ sions to the cause of humanity. A ovember 21. Our basketball team plays 1 Ioly Child Academy to a tie. Oh, well! ATovember 22. The Sophomore-Freshman dance is held at Everglade December 7. Baptismal service is held in the chapel. I Deeember //. A charming Christmas program is presented by the (dee Club and Dramatic Art Club before a large group of parents and friends. I December 18. The Boarders’ Choir presents the Christmas Cantata in the St. Helen’s Hall Chapel. And afterwards—well, a good time is had by all. ( December /p. Along comes Christmas vacation. Welcome, stranger. January 6. Bishop Sumner presides in chapel and wishes the girls a "I lappy New 'S ear . Coming back for more after the best vacation ever, every one is surprised to find Canute’s place taken by Laddie. January iS. Baptismal service is again held in the chapel. : January 22. Honoring the Rev. and Mrs. Richard Flagg Ayres, a tea is given by the Juniors and Seniors. I : : I i I he soloist February 3. Several girls are confirmed at a beautiful service in the chapel. February 7. The new radio purchased for the occasion is the guest of honor at the second l si! January 23. Miss Foulkes favors us with a most interesting talk on music. whom she brings with her sings several delightful selections. boarders’ dance. February 17. Several amusing French plays are presented by members of the Lower School. 1 February 19. We defeat Reed College at basketball with a score of 14-30. (Rather clever of us.) �The DELPHIC 49 February 20. We honor George Washington by giving a program in the Assembly Hall. February 21. The Dramatic Art Club and Glee Club make their radio debut in a Wash­ ingtons birthday program. February 2j. Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of Lent. February 26. "The Work of the Red Cross in Foreign Lands” is the subject of an address given by a member of the Junior Red Cross before the faculty and students, fjuaint friendship gifts illustrate the lecture. bebruary 2’j. I o enable the girls to understand and enjoy Wagner's opera. Rhine Gold. MBs Foulkes gives a brief summary of the story, accompanied by the various musical motifs. March j). \V. finish the return game with Reed College with another victory to our credit. Mart It 16. The Sophomores top the Freshmen in a fast basketball game. Match iS. The Sophomores are again victors, this time over the Juniors. March kj. Spring vacation is upon us—and, 0I1. how welcome! March 2/. We are back again. Early to bed—a new way for the boarders to make up dcficiencv. March 26. The Seniors come out ahead on their luncheon sale, but lose a basketball game to the Sophomores with a score of 10-6. A group of boarders go to town in the Lincoln to look at boats for Everglade. March 21). Baptismal service is held in the chapel. . I pril /. As a result of the Easter offering of dresses for the poor, prizes for the. best dresses made by the girls are awarded as follows: hirst. Helen Drill: second, Bernice Xorvillc: third, Shirley Fulton and Mcela W hitehead. April 11. The boarders give their last dance of the year. Our radio furnishes excellent music. Isn't it odd how well-patronized the refreshments arc? One of those per­ fect affairs. = { �50 The DELPHIC April 13. The boarders attend a formal dinner party, and afterwards Mr. Hill takes the party to the Dufwin Theatre. Every one has a most delightful time. April 2./. The Seniors come into their own and spend a wonderful weekend at Ever­ glade, where they make the most of the water sports. I ; May 5. The Glee Club presents an operetta. The Egyptian Princess, be I ore a satisfyingly large and appreciative audience. : May 23. The Alumnae entertain the graduating class at their annual tea. What an antidote to that lost feeling that comes to departing Seniors is the knowledge that they belong to the Alumnae Association of St. Helen’s Hall! May 30. The Lower School presents a clever program before the student body and friends. Such talent is certainly a valuable asset to our school. Don’t think were conceited, please, when we call this years Junior-Senior Prom just about the best ever given, for we really mean it. May 31. Baccalaureate Sunday furnishes other pleasant memories. 1 lie Bight Rever­ end Arthur S. Huston delivers the Baccalaureate sermon at St. Stephen s. 1 hen back to the Hall, where the incoming Seniors serve luncheon to the graduates. Next comes the impressive unveiling of the picture and. last of all, the distribu­ tion of The Delpiiics. I. I S' i i 1 : I : ! I l : 1 .?*• ! I j u & I* a ii •- ■ if> . 1 Jnr.c /. Members of the Senior class present their traditional Senior Play, this year Monsieur Bcaucairc. The freely-given praise is not only well-earned but cer­ tainly well-deserved. June 2. Commencement—the grand finale of a wonderful four years. �The DELPHIC 51 , JViusic and Entertainments The First Boarders’ Dance The first Boarders’ Dance of the year was given October 11. Our Assembly Hall with its wicker furniture and long drapes was more attractive than ever since the work was done on it during the summer vacation, and it formed an ideal setting for our dance. For the new girls this was the first of our many parties, and for all of us it was one to be remembered. * * The Old Girl-New Girl Party The Old Girl-New Girl party this year seemed more peppy and full of fun for every one than ever before. It was held in our own hall, and undoubtedly even that hall was curious as to who was hidden in those clever costumes. The grand march was certainly a ‘‘grand” one. The Chain Gang, Evelyn Bates, Gladys Xorville, and Nancy Folcv. won first prize, for no one could deny that they certainly looked the part. They had close seconds in Rosalie Adams and Elizabeth Reeves, who were dressed as clocks. Rhoda Holman and Maxine Mieth, dressed as the Patchwork Girl and the Scarecrow, took third prize. The best part of the evening was the wonderful spirit in which the new girls took the initiation, and we all had to admit that we had gained some true Hall girls. * Our Week-end at Everglade Off to Everglade! Excitement was certainly in the air that glorious Friday afternoon, for the first week-end at Everglade would be one to go down in the annals of the school. Excitement was still in the air on Sunday when every one came back. Stories of the fun, the darling house, and the boats flew from person to person. How those who hadn’t gone envied the more fortunate! It seemed by a unanimous vote that Everglade was a huge success. It was, indeed, such a success that several weeks later the Juniors and Seniors gave a dance. Imagine dancing, windows open, a big log burning in the fire­ place, and music and fun everywhere. If your imagination works at all. you can easilv conclude that this was a dance of dances. - 1 �52 The DELPHIC Second Boarders’ Dance On February / the boarders celebrated again and initiated the new radio. 1 he music proved to be exceptionally good, but any vote lor popularity would most certainly have been a tie between the punch bowl and cookie plates. i * . * ❖ The Last Boarders’ Dance i 1 he last Hoarders* dance of the year might have been a sad one for the Seniors, but it would have taken Sherlock Holmes himself to detect it Perhaps the fact that we had worked so hard for our radio gave more zest and pep to the music, but whatever the cause, fun was the password of tlie evening. Before the refreshments we had an appetizer, for waiting verily make> appetites. The ice cream may have been bard, but it was delicious, and served to top off the whole evening. ❖ * * ! ' The Formal Dinner i I i ! ■ : On Monday evening, April 13. all the older boarders forgot their worries when they attended a formal dinner and theatre party. At six-thirty we all went down to dinner in the school dining room. and. although formality may have been the rule then, it certainly wasn’t an hour later, when we were over at the other house dancing until it was time to go to the Dufwin. The play. The \rgentine , was very exciting, and we all leaned forward and held our breath while we waited to see whether the fierce-looking firing squad (who were only Mill boys, after all), would really put an end to the poor bandit, but to our great relief he was saved, and it all ended happily. Then came the real thrill of the evening! We all went backstage and, one by one, were introduced to Leo Carillo and the rest of the company. We had our pictures taken on the stage, too, and. since Mr. Mill was kind enough to have them made and autographed for us. we have a constant reminder of one of our happiest evenings at the Hall. * : . * ❖ Junior Prom Our Junior From was held on Saturday, May 30. and every one will admit that it was a great success. The warm night seemed to have been made lor danc­ ing. and, as the strains of music floated out through the open windows of the Assembly I lull to where the tiny lighthouse was bravely trying to light the pool and rock garden with its glow, more than one Senior felt a queer catch in her throat to think that this was her last dance at the Hall. I am sure, however, that she must have been glad that she would have such a beautiful memory of it to keep in her heart always. j i ��: ; : . m ' • - : 'P- i ■ J i; : i■ ■ 5 i : ■ Ii ; . ■. . il : ■ ■| ! vi •: i £ V . . y ■ I ■ ' . ■ . �The DELPHIC 53 I : Old Girl Notes Class of 1920 Marion Jenkins is teaching in the lower school this year. Class of 1921 Thyra St. Clair was married to Jack Blaine Loughary in Seattle. Washington. Class of 1922 Mrs. David Berry Charlton (Frances Spaulding) resigned the position of president of the alumnae association at the time of her moving to Corvallis, Oregon. Class of 1923 Lillian Luders announced her engagement to Joseph Lawrence Leonard of Portland. Class of 1924 Mary Ray Fraley announced her engagement to John William Eaton last February. Class of 192 5 Celeste Proctor was married to Duncan Stuphen. Jr., last fall and is now living in Xew York. Evelyn Meyer recently graduated from Wellesley College with high honors. Lilias Peltier was married to Dr. W. E. Snook last fall. Class of 1926 Helen Peters was elected president of the entering class in the graduate school of nursing at Yale University. Helen Abbot was recently married to Lawrence Rodgers of Portland. Cornelia Ireland was married to Robert Cromwell of Pasadena. California. Elizabeth McIntosh was married to Oswald Arthur Stevenson of Portland. I leien I iembree visited Portland during the holidays and is now living in Chicago, Illinois. Phyllis Henningson was married to Dr. William Horn Downs and is now living in China. Vivian Sandstrom was married to Hope Blevans and is now living in Port­ land. Her attendant was Harriete Chase, a member of the class of 1927. Class of 1927 Dorothy Livesly was married to Conrad William Paulus last summer and is now living in Salem. Mary Malarkey was married to Howard Wahl and is now residing in Holly­ wood. California. Margaret Johnson has moved to Los Angeles, California. Mary Louise Zan was recently married to William Giles and is now living in 1 Jerkcley, California. Jane Boyer is connected with the Civic Theatre Players. Margaret Price was a recent visitor at the school. Jane Cullers is vice-president of the Associated Women Students at the University of Oregon. Mary Elizabeth Wheeler was elected president of college government at i = I i �54 i \ 1 The DELPHIC W elleslcy College. This is one of the highest honors which can be conferred upon a W elleslcy girl. Esther Scarbrough is attending the University of Oregon. Deborah Hall has returned from an extended trip abroad. Jean Rosenblatt is living in town this year. Elaine Hickman has been prominent in the plays given by the Civic Pheatre Players this year. Class of 1928 Helen Adclsperger was married to Howard Page and is now living in Bay Point. California. Jean Adix is studying dentistry in Portland. Barbara Jane Averill was married to Robert Sutton in the early fall Mary Helen Carr is attending business college in Portland. Marjory Holman is at home this year. Barbara Clarke is attending Mills College. Emma Johnson is attending Oregon Stale College. Janice Hedges, I Iclcn Kaufman. Elizabeth Kaser. Siher Kaser, Jeanne Knapp, and Myrtle McDaniel are attending the University of Oregon. Maxine Bennett is studying dancing in New York City. Class of 1929 Ardeanne ITenningson has gone to China to live Mildred Roberts is studying the violin in Dresden. (lermany. Dorothy Lane Russell has recentlv returned from an extended trip in Cal­ ifornia. Fanny Taylor is attending school in the East. The marriage of Evelyn Keyt and Warren Koffeen took place in Portland. Madelon Brodie has recently returned to Finland, after spending a tew months at her home in Oregon City. Margaret Proctor is attending Pine Manor in Massachusetts. Doris Lichtv was married to Kenneth Proctor Iasi fall. Betty Bond and Sally Cannon are attending the University ol Oregon. Helen Hall was married to Kent Echenherger and is now making her home in Pullman. Washington. Katherine James is a student nurse at the Good Samaritan Hospital. Jean Morrison is at home in Portland ! Class of 1930 Sally Reed. Xancy Xevins, Jane Pales. Eleanor Sheeley, Daria Sangster, Elizabeth Berger. Josephine Williamson. Mary Lueddemann. Betty Hudson, Phoebe Greenmail. Dorothy Insley, Coie Barnard, Barbara Jennings, Rosemary Walker, and Katherine Goodpasture are attending the University of Oregon. At the University of Washington are Marjorie Mautz and Elsa Boyer. Blanche Coe is attending Leland Stanford University. Marion Bilyeu and Arvilla Grey arc attending Oregon State College. Alice Devereaux. Frances Stevens. Charlotte Shallcnberger. Marion Denton. Xorma Johnson. Isabelle Chandler. Jane Forbes. Katherine O Reilly. Elizabeth O’Reilly. Muriel Gabriel, and Margaret Reeves are spending this year at home in Portland. Jane Dutton is making her home in Long Beach, California, this year. Alma Geddes is living at her home in Baker. �} . ��The DELPHIC 55 Exchanges 'I'm-: Diamine wishes to acknowledge the following exchanges: The “Blue and White"—King Edward High School. Vancouver. B. C. I he "Cantona"—St. Nicholas School. Seattle. Washington. The "Columbiad”—Columbia University, Portland, Oregon. The "Cue"—Albany Academy. Albany, New York. The "La Reata"—St. Mary’s Hall, San Antonio. Texas. The “Lens"—Washington High School. Portland. Oregon. The “Magpie"—St. Margaret’s School. Walerbury. Connecticut. I he "‘Nugget”—Baker High School. Baker, Oregon. Hie “Satura"—St. John Baptist School, Mcnhani, New Jersey. The “Tahonia"—Stadium High School. Tacoma, Washington. Hie (iarruious Pine"—Catlin’s School, Portland, Oregon. “Orange and Green"—Polytechnic High School. Riverside, California. ■"Si. Katherine’s Wheel"—St. Katherine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. The “Columbiad"—Columbia University, Portland, Oregon. We wish to compliment you particularly on your literary department. The articles contained are very entertaining: however, we think that a few more serious editorials would improve your publication. Your sports section also is very well done. ()nr compliments to your cartoonist, Sullivan. I he “Cue”—Albany Academy. Albany. New York. Your directory on the back of the cover page is certainly a fine summary of your school organization. Your sports section is complete, concise, and well written. We admire the calibre and scope of the Exchange Department. However, the high-light of the publica­ tion is the editor’s notes. The “Blue and White"—King Edward High School. Vancouver, B. C. After reading the “Blue and White". Tiik Di:i imiic staff was certain that there was a great deal of school spirit reflected in your paper. We were pleased to receive both the Eebruary and March numbers. Your Joke and Athletic Departments were e specially interesting. We think that your paper could be improved by en­ larging your Exchange and Literary Departments. The “Magpie"—St. Margaret’s School. Watcrburv. Connecticut. Your last number of the "Magpie" was extremely interesting and was gratefully received by Tin-: Dki pmic staff. Your Literary Department was certainly excellent, and we especially enjoyed the longer stories. The review of Anne Douglas Sedg­ wick’s "Philippa” was very well written. Your poetry was also excellent. We missed your jokes, though ; where were they? We also think that an enlargement of your Athletic Notes would make your magazine still more interesting. �' . jl i i i ; !: I : i * i * i : »; s! : f n ' ■ t j :. i:. ■ i �I ( V."|*r I : I | ��57 The DELPHIC C. Stratton. Granite will grumble if you try to break it! I'he Colonel’s wife sent the following note to Captain Greene: "Colonel and Mrs. Browne request the pleasure of Captain Greene’s company at dinner on September 15.” To this she received the following reply: “With the exception of five men on leave and three on sick list. Captain (ireene's Company take great pleasure in accepting your invitation."—The Steer­ ing Wheel. The Bush Pharmacy Corner 11th and Montgomery Sts. DIAMONDS Watches, Jewelry Silver, Gifts Q. c. Phone BEacon 6726 Feldenheimer PORTLAND, OREGON Esc. iS68 Washington Street at West Park (Pittock Blwk) JEWELERS �1 58 1 The DELPHIC '■ t-An Outstanding School for <TAanly TSoys ! Hill Military Academy jl : PORTLAND, OREGON i i : |i ! I ■ ' t 1; i i i I ■ ; ■ i 11 i • :I i : ' : i ■ i i i l-TEIl many years of service in tin* Instruction of the youth of the \\ est, the academy announces that its Fall semester will open September i< I9:n. in the new location and buildings constructed this season, at Rocky Ruttr. an ideal location at the eastern edge of the City of Portland-—the City of Roses— overlooking the valleys adjacent and the Columbia and Willamette rivers. Officers and Faculty adapted to the training and instruction of boys and young men. specialists in their life work, the teaching of the youth of today to fit the students for lives of usefulness, for manliness and loyalty of character. Cultural, social and physical training with adequate educational advantages give u boy :i foundation for a life of usefulness. Patriotic inspiration, respect for the flag, pride in living worthily, establishing habits of punctuality and neatness, respecting authority ami the rights of others, qualifying for leader­ ship. These are advantages offered to Hill Military Academy cadets. Write for information. Address— Registrations are being made now. Hill Military Academy. 821 Marshall Street. Portland, Oregon. Colonel Jerome G. Pillow. l\ S. A., representing the 9th Corps Area, with the principal, headmaster and military instructor and Cadet Officers at the academy. Government equipment and military instruction give Hill Military Academ> exceptional advantages. The academy is a member of the Association ol Mili­ tary Schools and Colleges of the l_ nlted States. �59 The DELPHIC Mezzotones and Etchings By MARKHAM Undoubtedly the newest and finest development of photographic art seen in Portland 386/2 WASHINGTON ST. X EAR TENTH Studio Visitors Always Welcome Teacher: Tom, can you tell me what a hypocrite is? Tom : Yes, ma’am. It's a hoy that comes to school with a smile on his face. —.-Imiapolis Log. -Miss Evans: What part of speech is always in this sentence? Silence reigned. Miss Evans: Well? L. Leonardo: If no one else is going to guess, may I ? CHOWN HARDWARE CO. Fourth Street near Alder SPORT GOODS —CUTLERY ATHLETIC SUPPLIES TOOLS BUILDERS’ HARDWARE RADIO Compliments of ROBERTS BROS. Third St. and Morrison Portland’s Cash Department Store �i i ;; 60 SS! The DELPHIC ! I !‘ TC dp ! a ft I I! ; '• Compliments ■ of the 1! SENIOR CLASS i ft I !! ! I- . I i1 ' ■ I 1 :. ■ |.|i . .1 | ■ V , 11 • • r ; ■; : J Cp ! Cjp i | :j E i; ■ : : * I ;■ ■ ; I t : ' i i $ �61 The DELPHIC This Is Equipment Headquarters 25 HOT HOUSES Come here for all sorts of hiking equipment, canoes, motor boats, etc. BROADWAY FLORISTS 550 BROADWAY NEAR MORRISON Beebe Company Portland, Ore. 120 First Street 1'- Miller: Betty, are you taking a bath? B. Tubbs: Yes. !'■ Miller, I thought so; my soap is gone. SACRED STUDIES IV CLASS 1 e richer: At what council was this statement decided? K Espy: Council of Vesuvius. A delicate outburst by the rest oi the class.—After the storm had died down, l eacher: By the way, what is Vesuvius? K. Espy: A man or something. i Members: United States National Group of Banks Combined Kesoit rces almost $100,000,000 United States National 1’ortland Citizens National Portland Peninsula National Portland Central National Portland Union State Bank Portland First National Bank Unnton United States National Salem United States National McMinnville Bank of Oregon City Oregon City First National Bank St. Helens Bank of Mt. Angel Mt. Angel First National Bank Camas, Wash. United Stales National Bank, Broadway and Si>.ih. at Stark.. Portland. �u It ■ p 62 The DELPHIC ' ’ 111 ■ Compliments of the JUNIOR CLASS i 1 I : HI "One of America’s li.u c/i/iondl Business Colleges' 3I II 1p QTlanufaetunrig Jewelers' ! \|§g|/ : !I 1 Manufacturers of I i ST. HELEN’S HALL PINS AND RINGS I: “There /s no Substitute^ for quality” CHAS. F. WALKER President —hences r Northwestern ’ Superiority Our Latest Book I Move Your Future Forward ! EREE Upon Request f i II M ; : 1 ii l: 1- M i: 142 Broadway PORTLAND, ORE. LDRTHWESTERJ (jSchool of Commerce15 34 1 Salmon, at Broadway PORTLAND, OREGON �63 The DELPHIC m1 J 'H IRWIN-HODSON LITHOGRAPHING & Safes Seals PRINTING Medals Steel Dies Street Signs Blank Books r r i Steel Road Signs Brass Signs, Badges ! OFFICE FURNITURE AND STATIONERY PRINTING PLANT AND FACTORY . TELEPHONE BROADWAY 2401 Rubber Stamps Loose Leaf Systems Engraved Stationery TENTH AND MORRISON FIFTEENTH AND GLISAN PORTLAND. OREGON. U. S. A. / m a bbi A pupil was asked to write a short verse using the words analyze and anatomy. iJJoe A^ose Shop My analyze over the ocean. My analyze over the sea. My analyze over the ocean, O. bring back my anatomy. 387 WASHINGTON STREET rirrocK block —Annapolis Log. There IS Distinction in Wearing Chumley Clothes mvtmm "Tin- Smurf Women Prefer” 145 Broadway, near Alder i Desks, Chairs Office Supplies Filing Cabinets l WM. MARTIN PORTLAND OREGON BEACON 3162 YOUR LUNCH Will taste better if it conies from Ireland’s 365 Washington Street 125 Sixth Street ATwatcr 3 391 r Li c I 1 �FTP. i ■: ; : . 64 The DELPHIC ; ’ I * : :: Compliments I of the i '■ i 1 I fi L| i i i : l{ ■ i A HOARDERS IDEA OI- HEAVEN : 1 ! '! 1 i '■ i i When T get to heaven, just whom Will 1 see ? From cares and troubles they say You are free. To tell you the truth, 1 really Don't care, Just so there arc not any rising Hells there. I •} —Francks Watzek. . a! M PORTLAND ELEVATOR CO. Manufactu revs Passenger and Freight Elevators : ! I I I 1 . Office and Factory: E. Ninth and Mill Sts. PORTLAND. OREGON Phone EAst 0031 �The DELPHIC 65 BERGER BROS. SINCE 1879 Distinctive^ Wall Tapers Japanese Grass Cloth - Paper Hanging Enameling - Tinting - Decorating, Etc. 108 Tenth St. : Pittock Block BRoadway 2169 There Is No Substitute for Quality 11 o: What is your worst sin? Hum: Vanity. Ho: How come? I Ium : 1 stand in front of a mirror for hours admiring my beauty. Ho: Vanity? That's not vanity; that’s imagination! 1. Tennison: To whom did Rome fall." L. Leonardo: The Gauls. S. Paulson: 1 always thought Rome fell to ruins. §_§ © EDRIS MORRISON STUDIO 414 CENTRAL BUILDING .... BE. 7015 Portraits of Char m �f r !; :; The DELPHIC H 66 I-' Compliments of the freshman class > I :I A RECIPE FOR A ST. HELEN’S HALL HOARDER 1 thin form 6 cups fat l/> cup brains 1 cup conceit 5 cups conversation 1 teaspoon sugar ]/i teaspoon seasoning 1 pint sluggish walking 1 teaspoon flavoring Take any thin form and gradually add the six cups of fat till you get a heavy and thick appearance. In a separate dish mix the brains and conceit to­ gether till you get a rich color. Pour the latter mixture into the empty skull of the now fat form. Add the conversation, sugar, and seasoning slowly, stirring constantly. Later add the pint of sluggish walking, which may be purchased at any grocery store. Add the flavoring to this mixture, last, thus producing a pale appearance and a rich flavor. This makes a very tasty and delicious boarder. — Marie Barnard. I i ; . i i We have come to the conclusion that Irene Carter was never a baby. She can t produce a baby picture; so where is her proof? ii: Broadway 1433 i *i ' S l ■ I TELEGRAPH FLOWERS ANYPLACE ANYTIME < l, ' : 1 . ;; ■■ ; Portland, 405 Morrison Street Oredon �I i 67 The DELPHIC So The Official School Dres* Smart in line, material and tailoring Olds & Kings, exclusively, is proud to contribute to the continued success and prestige of St. Helen’s Hall— with school and dinner uni­ forms that are correct in every detail. And when planning vacation wardrobes—don’t forget that Olds & King’s is prepared to fulfill every need, with the very smartest dresses, shoes, accessories — everything the modern miss requires. OLD*, WORTMAN fc KING �The DELPHIC 68 : I I I HENRY BERGER, Studio of Photography i 345 Salmon Sc. BEacon 0640 THE CLIMAX 'Lhe shadow of a great event. I lad passed and eyed the victims spent ; 'Pile tension of the air was tight; 'Pile girls stood still with lips pressed tight; The great tension, they dared not speak. And none was there who moved to speak, 'Pill from the back there came a cry. Oh! tell me now, before I die. That English lest you gave the class, Miss Evans, tell me, did 1 pass? —Doreen Pi.ympton. ;1| I ■} ■ . I i I!:! :; ii! 1 : L Pi 11! I! j | t h l :i; B Eacon 4151 BEacon 4152 HAZLETT’S GROCERY — MEATS Our Motto: ’’Quality Goods; Right" 911a, 3 ile f^Bo^cfilce licit gift M IO|l We Deliver the Goods H. C. WITMAN, Meats 374 Eleventh St., corner Montgomery 5Potfla»d, 0*ctjon �69 The DELPHIC Armis haw’s Walk-in-Ease Shoes Portland, Ore. Alder at Park Miss Evans: Which word in this sentence is an infinitive? T. Hale: Me. \nd there, son, you have the story of your dad and the great war. Ye>, dad. but why did they need all the other soldiers? —Annapolis Log. THE PERFECT SENIOR Mary Beckwith 1 lair— Elizabeth 1 Teckman Eyebrows— Ruth Scruggs Eves— I lannasuc Watts N ose— Mariah (irimes Mouth— Evelyn Bates Smile— Teeth— 1 lelcn Stratton Complexion— Susan Sargent Xancv Eoley ChinNeck— Barbara Eiske Figure— Katharine Gilbert Arms— I rene Carter Dorothy Enos Hands— Legs— Peggy Cullers Eeet J une Clancy Voice— Gladys Norville I )ignity— I lelen 1 loffmann Style— Maxine Mieth Artistic Ability— Rhoda Holman Dramatic Ability—Vivian Howe Brains— Mary Katherine Johnson SHEET MUSIC ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦ ♦♦ ♦ Gill’s have purchased the sheet music de­ partment of Sherman, Clay & Company. Maybelle E. Elliott, who has been in charge of this department for many years, will con­ tinue at Gill’s. Com­ plete service. The J. K. Gill Co. Booksellers, Stationers, Office Outfitters FIFTH AND STARK STS. �i i The DELPHIC 70 II ! 1 !i One Thousand |i h! positions are^ Open i! every year to graduates of the West’s great University of Business. is ! We invite you to telephone, call or uri/c for catalog of courses. ■ ; I I 'is The &t\mp or QualitJ pERTLCT I1ALTT0NL AND LIND L'NGRAVED PLATES IX) R T11 h PRINTING PRfSS CSSehri\CXX) ciUkcr LLgSE ---- -----uimo»« smm PORTLAND. OREGON BL&ron 3138 IIICKS-C1TATTCN CNGRAVING CO. -13^ FOURTH STREET PORTLAND — OREGON I | avmgs... and College i :■ i . . ; • ,i 1 : ! A savings account has paved the way to a col­ lege degree for scores of Portland girls. Start a savings account here with as little as $1.00. i V ! BANK OF CALIFORNIA A National Bank 1 it: L S !, 111 ■ > Sixth and Stark Streets �71 The DELPHIC SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS Simonds Saw and Steel Co. UToe Saw - Makers SAWS SIMONDS SAWS & — KNIVES — FILES — STEEL SIMONDS SAWS �% ❖ # f ��i I! . Hi !! ! M ■! Hi- Mi i ii : I; <i i!' 1 Si. : ■ 1! : ! 1. I ! ? ■ ■ 1 ; ? i *v i i i § \ ' f: f ‘ 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 1931 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 1931. 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 1931 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. 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V. ■ ' ! ; »i •it i: ■ . - mSk JHh -i. ’ yv : ' ' n r: ff- if.fii; '-f-fl.ilhiff-' a » & ; �. . . : ; -v Xh • �m ! i : 8 • . r rj . I •• »• ' I �» I �' . ta . : if & &? m « A >i ! -v Prinfed by The Conger Printing Company Portland, Oregon |g i !! i 8 i. i: . ! : i & 'M �Srlyljir £>taff Editor-in-Chief Margaret Spencer Literary Editor DoROTHV HaRADON . Bess Allen Assistant Literary Editor Pearl Biehn Kalendar Virginia Hull Jean Muir Old Girl Notes Consuelo Hamer Art Exchanges Dorothee Scarborough Gertrude Ireland Bess Edwards Business Managers Advertising Managers / Hazelmary Price X Lillian Luders �p VM ;J/AV »T Si - ! ' 1 i m. m ■ PAGE I i=2 7"9 The Graduates Editorials.......... 11 The Return of Gabriel. . . l5 A Drop of Dew l7 Sir Launce and Lady Lenore 18 Captives of the Storm........ 19 Tahiti...................................... 21 A Quest for Happiness 22. An Italian Garden 23 :• ";v . The Mermaid 24 A Class History .. 25 The Class Will 26 Class Prophecy 27 Athletics.......... 31 The Kalendar. 3- Exchanges. . . 3^ Old Girl Notes 38 To My Alma Mater 40 si If pv 1 I ; ip s s & £3 j; P-‘Y ! Pp 1 !• p:- S « im �Delphic is published twice during the school year. students should subscribe. All Literary communications should be addressed to the hditorin-Chiet". Business letters and subscriptions to the Business . Manager. Subscription, $1.00 a year. VOL. 27 June, 1923 No. 4 �-M *> S>S i W' ■Mr* — Wl i1 1 M •S’JZ.**' r-*$ I W: ‘?y mm ill • (~-~Z !: Bess Allen Gertrude Ireland Frances Weller Anne Wentworth Willetha Ritter Virginia Hull Lillian Luders Dorothy Haradon Florence Niles I i i! w¥ ■ •! i 6 - :r ��% *7UK . i Xs — SI p•••'. i { i I m ts£>. v g# ! ■ v s? azk i l ' 8 I Kg £« . ; Bess Edwards Margaret Spencer Pearl Biehn Hazelmary Price Margaret Newbegin Dorothy Scarbrough Consuelo Hamer Jean Muir m : ■ i a-: ■ & $ ��7“ £ Drl phtr □rv': 11 r rv •?'? ; % ; cJ >3 VA £r cx. «=**< ;ii liiiitorials ■S Ip • i U N IHIL DESPERANDUM,” never despair! Only two words, but how deep and inspiring their meaning. We cannot think of them as mere words. They should challenge us, when we are down-hearted and discouraged, to renewed efforts, as they would brace the homesick, lonely wounded soldier or bring hope to the poverty stricken and helpless. We, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-three, have chosen this phrase, as our class motto, and, although we are not lonely wounded soldiers, nor poverty stricken and helpless, we feel that “nihil desperandtim" is necessary to the success of our lives, as we leave our work here to take up the larger duties and responsibilities before us. Each one of us has been placed in this constantly changing world for a pur­ pose, and it is our privilege as well as our duty to discover and fulfill our niche in life. Education is given us in order that we may more easily achieve this. i i . a m m r;- q NS m \ I y-'r . q '<?II �12 13 r l p 1) i r We can readily appreciate how society and government might be plunged into chaos and this old world skid out of its course, should a generation grow up without any purpose in life. People without a purpose prove a burden to others, or hinder their spirit of progress. It takes zeal and determination to tollow a definite course in life, disregarding all obstruction and it is when we meet such obstruction, that we need the inspiration of "nihil dcsperanduni." W hile we should not treat our mission in life lightly, we must not feel that only great things are worth while, for the common tasks must be done. Philips Brooks says: "1 do believe the common man’s task is the hardest, ahe hero has the hero’s aspiration, that lifts him to his labor. All great duties are easier than the little ones, though they cost far more blood and agony.” Many times we find our studies and every day tasks tedious and tiresome. Sometimes we are even inclined to feel that we are wasting our time worrying over Geometry, French, or Physics, but these very things, small as they may seem, might be of the greatest future importance. Education points the way to success, but success does not necessarily mean conspicious achievement, we too believe that: “He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given the best he had; whose life was an inspiration, whose memory a benediction.” With such a picture of life and it’s possibilities before us, we would be sluggards indeed, could we not feel the inspiration of our motto "Nihil Despcrandum." t.vprrtniui txyrrtaui TOURING the last few years a great deal has been said and written of the young people of this day and age. Men and women have studied them, and serious thinkers have written books and articles about them; and these have all practically condemned the younger generation as immoral, unfaithful to themselves and dishonest to others,—in fact, everything they should not be. One of the many reasons for these charges, people have asserted, is that young people have grown away from the Church, and no longer “walk in the paths of righteouness.” It would be sad indeed if this were to be permanently so, and �r^- \ ■ 0 11 p 1| i r f| 13 what seems to me a very beautiful and hopeful answer to this fear is the following ing poem, taken from a volume entitled: “Marlborough and Other Poems: - From morn to midnight, all day through 1 laugh and play as others do, I sin and chatter, just the same As others with a different name. And all year long upon the stage I dance and tumble and do rage So vehemently, I scarcely see The inner and eternal me. I have a temple I do not Visit, a heart I have forgot, A self that I have never met, A secret shrine,—and yet, and yei This sanctuary of my soul Unwittingly I keep white and whdc. Unlatched and lit, if Thou should’sc Care To enter or to tarry there. With parted lips and outstretched hands, And listening ears Thy servant stands, Call Thou early, call Thou late To Thy great service dedicate. This exquisite expression of a young man’s communion with God, and his thoughts of death was written by Charles Hamilton Sorley while he was in active service in the Great War. He was born at Old Aberdeen in May, 1895, and was a student at Marlborough from 1908 until 1913 when he was elected to a scholarship at University College, Oxford. During the Long Vacation he went to Germany as a student and observer; but when the war broke out, he returned to England and joined the Suffolk Regiment. During the last months of his life, from May 30th to October 13th, 1915, he served in France, and was killed in action near Mullock. In his poems, he has given us a glimpse of his inmost self; and surely if an average boy could express himself in a manner so humble, devote and conscientious as Sorley has done, we may hope that the greater parr of the young men and women of to-day must be traveling on the right path, although perhaps they themselves realize it as little as he did. He was evidentlv like all young men of the present age—popular, fond of amusement, gayety and fun. It is quite clear that he was not over-devotional, for as he himself declared. £:& si ■ I : % s- i a m £3 51 m m m g I m vs: • B # m m :-!Sc ■:rc= ' >r i & ! i\vl\ HI S3E �14 ' 3 v l j: I) t r he did not often pray or join reverently in the services of the school chapel. Still, without knowing it, he had kept his soul pure and clean from all selfish, worldly things. His soul was ready at any time if God should choose to enter there; and he was prepared to enter the Eternal Kingdom whenever His Maker should call. When the call of the War came to Sorley, almost unconsciously, he found his religion; and it proved to be a strength, guide and comfort to him in all he had to endure. In the earlier years of his life, Sorley’s religion had been hidden away and it was not until he felt a great need for it that he found it. As a soldier entering the field of death, he knew that he might be called to enter Eternity at any time, and consequently he looked for some source of guidance and comfort in his peril. In his last months on this earth, he lived in the fear and love of God, doing good deeds for others, and as a true servant of Christ, he declared himself dedicated to His service. Perhaps many of the unthinking young people of today are like Sorley. Perhaps, under the apparent insincerity, there is a spark of the true and unspotted soul, ready like Sorley’s to be kindled to generous self-sacrifice. Perhaps this younger generation, too, in years to come will find their joy and comfort in the service of Our Blessed Lord. In looking forward to the future, we may fairly hope, as Ruskin said, that “the charities of more and more widely extended peace are preparing the way for a Christian Church which shall depend neither on ignorance for its con­ tinuance, nor on controversy for its progress, but shall reign at once in light and love.” —V. P. (Liljr 0rath nf 23ialjnp Uinttlr ' I 'HE death of Bishop Tuttle, the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church, on April 17th, is a great bereavement to all who knew him, and indeed to the whole Church. He was greatly loved by all his fellow-bishops, the clergy, and laity, who looked up to him as a father and wise guide. He had visited every diocese, and was at home in every part of the Church. He was as the patriarch of the whole Church, and he considered its members as his family. Portland was honored in having him for a guest at the General Convention last September, and many people will remember his kindly face and tall commanding figure. May he rest in Peace. �. D r l p It i r 4 M 13 1 1 «=4s Pi V- a »■ ■t [ 5)/^r?l(C) a z^v4pL ; £w I ,j\ m % LITERARY A min' SU'turu nf (Saltru'l A tinv, thatched cottage nestled among the fertile hills of Brittany. An ancient oak, towering above the low root, shaded the door-step. I his was the house of a shepherd, Gabriel Petard. The family Petard had owned the homestead for over a hundred years, and in this time, little change had taken place, in the home or the lives of these worthy people. Gabriel drove his sheep to the same rich pastures that had fed the flocks of his grandfather, and at nightfall, locked them in the mossy shed; but never before had the family been so prosperous. Gabriel was a hardy man, and his wife, the rosy cheeked Marie, was a most thrifty woman, Her tarts were noted far and wide, her bronze kettles shone, and Pierre and the little Marie were never without clean pinafores. “1 am indeed a happy man,” thought Gabriel, as he watched his wife scatter­ ing crumbs to the fowls flocking about the doorstep, while Pierre, clinging to his mother’s skirts, laughed with glee to see the hens rushing together from all sides. Gabriel spoke his thoughts aloud to the old grandfather, who sat by the fire, gently rocking with his foot, the cradle wherein lay the little Marie. 1 he grandfather crossed himself reverently. His eighty years had taught him to call no man happy. Gabriel sighed. He wondered why it was that he found himself saying so often, “I am indeed a happy man.” Even as he lay gazing at the still blue sky above him, his flocks grazing quietly about, he found himself saying, '‘But I am content.” 2$ i| m i . 'S. 'S----- r-■=>=< -— : §1 ! fi » £ v I i 1 3 A Eg 1■ llA �I ic 311 p li i t Once it had been otherwise, but that was before he went to Paris. Gabriel hated Paris, the rattling carts and noisy streets had dismayed him. He had felt lost and longed passionately for the quiet of the hills, the calm, still, night, and the little church in the valley, whose bells rang out so clear on Sunday morning. What a change a few words can make! Gabriel was sitting at a table in an inn, listening with credulous ears to a soldier’s tale of war and sudden wealth. “Well,” said the man as he arose, “You’d make a fine soldier.” Gabriel had felt a thrill of joy. He had always been proud of his mighty muscles. Even after he returned to the hills and watched his flocks, the phrase kept recurring to his mind. “Pierre,” he said one evening, as he watched his son sitting on the floor, with a huge bowl of porrige in his lap, "Pierre, how would you like to be a soldier when you grow up?” “Do not say such a thing,” his wife had exclaimed in a sharp voice. Gabriel sighed again. Then came the crisis. Gabriel was returning from a neighbor’s. It was rather late; all the stars shone calmly above him, and he whistled stoutly as he hurried along. When he came to the top of the hill at the foot of which lay his peaceful home he stopped for a minute, smiling as he watched the light shining hospitably in the window and thought of the family awaiting his return. Then he started, frowned, and said aloud. “No, I wish I were at the wars.” Prom that moment he knew he would not stay. At first he fought against the thought. Then, he argued with himself. He would get rich, and Marie should have a golden necklace, Pierre would go to the city to become a great doctor, and they would build a new barn. “Anyway,” he said, "I would come back.” One day Gabriel jumped up from the ground, ordering Piff Paft', the old dog, to guard the sheep. For a long time Piff Paflf lay, watching the flocks grazing quietly about him. Dusk fell, and the evening star appeared. Piff Pafi* drove the sheep home alone, for the shepherd had gone to the wars. But the wars do not always bring wealth, even to a sturdy soldier with great muscles and a keen eye, and the years skim by with a dazzling swiftness. Once more the church bells pealed joyously over the hills of Brittany. A group of women hurried along, in fresh linen caps and aprons. I hey passed an empty cottage, whose windows were beaten in by many winters and long neglect. Grass was growing along the once smooth walk, and poking through the boards on the doorstep. The peasants walked more slowly as they passed. �% 17 3 r 1 \j Iji r ■m :■ “Oh, ir has changed so, since Marie left. Only Piff Paff an<l s'x rnanS> sheep are left. \o one had the heart to drive the old dog off, whispered one woman, shaking her head. “Mother!” cried a little boy, pulling his mother’s apron, and pointing toward the cottage, “who is that one?” “Nonsense, child, no one lives there!” “But 1 saw him on the door-step.” The woman, turning, hurried back to the mossy gate and gazed up the path to where an ancient oak shaded the entrance. There on the doorstep, with bent head, sat a man in a faded uniform. An old dog crouched at his feet. H . ... ■ W, m : ;! * i —Jean Muir, ’23. A 0rnp of 0riu Said the Heavens blue To the rose so new “I send you, my love, A drop of dew Wear it, my dear, In your sparkling hair, Wear it, my love, You are marvelously fair. When night has returned I shall take it again ’Lest you lose the wee Drop of my love— And then, When morning has opened up wide her eyes I shall send you again That dainty surprise And, my love, my rose, I’ll confide to you ’Tis a diamond ring, Not a drop of dew. Rut when you fade and wither, dear, You’ll find that diamond then a tear.” —Nancy Bonham, ’26. . i g II m tier S3 >s Kf ^4 m t ! 'v \ m i N ^ N_ & ■: .v'-: >^i M- a �18 3r 1) i r §>u* iCamirr attin IGaiig Hjpum*p {With apologies to Sir Thomas Malory) TD IGH1 merrily did the good knight, Sir Launce, bravest of all the good ^ King Roberts Oblong I able, ride forth underneath the greenwood tree in search of some adventure. And anon, as he pined, from out the gloomy wood came the cry of a maiden in sore stress, and Sir Launce plunged his spurs into his steed and dashed forward to her aid. And he came upon a maid­ en passing fair, weeping and wailing, bound fast by cruel fetters. And the good Sir Launce did loose her chains and set her up afore him and right merrily did ride away. The maiden, whose fair beauty already enchained his valiant heart anon as he did first gaze upon her, did relate her fortunes in this wise: I bethought me,” she said, speaking in a voice wonderous sweet, "that I should hie me to yon fair fields and gather me a fair nose-gav for my betrothed, the good knight Sir Garain, who doth love the flowers as my face. “And when I had come to the greenwood I did espy a knight resting against a tree. I knew him not, for his visor was clasped. Thinking no harm, 1 did bid him good morrow. Whereupon, he did seize me right vigorously and did gird me to this same tree under which he rested, with passing cruel tetters; speaking in a most unknightly manner: ‘Let your rescuer ride yet deeper into this gloomy wood and accost me at yon red tree, at the walls of yonder blue castle.’ So saying, he departed.” When the beauteous maid had done her tale, Sir Launce heaved a great sigh to think so fair a maid of such virtuously lovely grace should be the lady of another, and right sadly did he vow his should be the Holy Order when he had avenged the damsel, of his heart. And Lady Lenore did look upon Sir Launce’s manly face all perplexed with heavy sadness, and verily she did marvel that a knight ot such wondrous fame and prowess, should be so mournful. And the Lady Lenore did speak with the knight of sadness and did cheer him in his gloom, saying: “Wherefore so sad, fair sir, yonder stands the errant knave who bound me thus. Approach!” And the lady did bind her colors upon his arm, and Sir Launce did come upon the wronger of his lady love, and did speak boldly and say: Sir stranger Knight, thou didst harm shamefully yonder fair lady, who is my lady love if ever knight had a lady whom he did love, therefore look you well tor I shall surely do her vengeance an my name be Sir Launce of King Robert’s Oblong Table.” �£ Y-r D r 14J li t r , 19 He encountered the knight and did smite him right heartily, so he did fall heavily as one dead. Arising, the stranger did smite Sir Launcc until he did tall, whereupon he would have advanced and sent him from the world, but the sun did gleam on Sir Launce’s shield reflecting in the other’s eyes until blinded he gazed upon Sir Launce as one dazed by magic. Then lightly did Sir Launce pursue the battle, oft in peril of his life, but happily he did escape. And right tiercel' did the battle wage until even-tide and the sun did sink to the west­ ward. And the twain were sore wounded unto death; so weak were they in doing bloodshed each could scarce stand, and anon Sir Launce gathered his fast waning strength and smote the knight a resounding blow, and the knight did fall upcn the earth, groaning heavily. Sir Launce did unlace his corslet to slay him, and the kright did so plead for life that the good Sir Launce yielded to his entreaty. The maiden then did draw nearer, and perceiving the strange knight with his visor opened, did know him to be her betrothed; and right heavily did she bemoan his treachery, and did fall upon Sir Launce weeping sorely. Then did Sir Launce give her cheer professing his passion for her, and right gladly did the Lady Lenore become his bride. And they did hold a fair feast, that very even, good to see with much merry making, which did last many days. And they did summon King Robert and the Oblong Table to the feast. Here endeth the tale. —Bettv Parry, ’26. (Eaptiura nf tljp f /- >V.- rm :ir . 1 I m !• (A true story) 1 I 'HE worst snow of many years occurred in the early part of January, 191S. ■*- My three eldest brothers had enlisted in the army, in December, leaving my youngest brother Jack, my mother, and another old couple who were working for us, to look after the ranch. Jack could not help very much, as he left every morning at seven o’clock for an eight mile ride into school, returning about five p. m. But, to continue, on this particular day, when Jack rode off, the sky was dark and stormy, and the snow, all ready falling, continued all day. When Jack got home that night, there were several inches of snow on the ground, and it was still coming down heavily. i 1 o-;-r*. m 7% i.y/0 ? r :•I : p ! . •i I ■ 1 �I 211 D r I p li t r By the next morning, there was over half a foot, and it was hard traveling for the horses. The day passed quickly, as there was plenty to do. Five o’clock came and passed, but brought no cheerful shout from Jack, who usually heralded h:s arrival in that way. Six, seven, and finally eight o’clock came and went, and still he did not come. The telephone was silent, and we knew the wires were down somewhere along the line. Our nearest neighbor, quite a half a mile away, knew nothing of our plight. Mother and 1 sat up that night, and kept a fire going in the big fire-place, hoping every minute to hear Jack’s foot­ steps at the back door. What a sight met our eyes the next morning! Snow everywhere! Our barns and pig pens were over a quarter of a mile from our house, and there was six feet of snow all the way down the trail between the two places. You may be better able to imagine what it was like, when I tell you that it took mother and the old man, alternately shoveling out a path, and carrying big pails of food for the eight or nine pigs, from eight in the morning until two in the afternoon to get to the barns to feed the animals. Besides the pigs, which were pedigreed Berkshires that we did not want to lose, there were our big work team, two buggy horses, a colt, a cow, and I don’t know how many chickens and ducks to be attended to. In addition to this, our water for drinking and cooking had to be carried up in pails, from the big irrigation ditch, some distance from the house. About seven o’clock it began to get colder. By morning the trees were covered with ice, and the snow was crusted over so that in some places one could walk upon it. About one o’clock that afternoon, mother and I were down at the barns, looking after the horses, when we heard a shout, and up the trail came Jack and his chum, leading their almost exhausted horses. I hardly waited to speak to them, but rushed to the house to help Mrs. Hatfield get a hot dinner ready as quickly as possible. Over the dinner table, we heard their story. It seemed that Jack had not been able to get home at all the first night, and could not even get word to us that he was all right. The next day, he and his chum started out early in the morning, but were only a mile away from the ranch when their horses became exhausted, and they had to stay over night at some neighbors. The next morning it took'them more than three hours to reach home. After they had rested a little, the two boys went out and shoveled off the roofs of the house and barns, as we were afraid that the weight of the snow would cave them in. �33 TxV. 0 r l p It i r / 21 a % A few days later we had a silver thaw, which lasted for some time, It was rather dangerous to walk about, but coasting was great fun, and while the snow s crust lasted, Jack had many tumbles and a great deal ot sport trying to put to use a six-foot pair of Skees, which he had made earlier in the year. —Isabel Shetkv, ’25. a m (Ualitti rT"\AI 1ITI is often called the “Queen of the Southern Seas.” From this little island, one may hear the booming of the surf on the coral reef and see the black outlines of the island Moorea to the West, and the cool green mountains behind the little city of Papeeti. On entering Papeeti the coco-palms, along the beach, seem to wave a welcome. And, oh, how calm and peaceful it all is. Papeeti, the largest city of Tahiti, lies sheltered among the mountains. Along the beach runs a broad avenue, bordered by palm trees. If this avenue could speak it would have much to tell, of the different peoples that have de­ lighted in its cool shade. At about five o’clock, looking towards Moorea we see a sunset that is so unspeakably beautiful, we wish we had the artist’s power, that we might at least attempt to reproduce its beauty. As its colors slowly fade, leaving faint traces of rose and blue in the sky, darkness falls suddenly, for the South Seas have no twilight. The evening air is balmy and soft, and everyone comes out to enjoy it, as the loveliest portion of the day. If we sit near the edge of the lagoon, the only sound to be heard is the incessant flip, flop, flop of the fish. When at last weariness drives us to our hotel and to slumber, our last con­ scious impression is that of the booming of the surf on the coral reef. We may be awakened by mellow voices, and the notes of a ukelie or a guitar, underneath our window. It is only a few of the natives, however, singing their native songs. If we wish to enjoy Tahiti to the uttermost, we must forget all wordly things and give ourselves up to the beauties of Nature. —Marjorie Andrews, ’27. ■ m m ss 91 s' a mm r ! - If m a 1 ::s M •; £1 iff! m1 �I 22 S r l v li i r A (fpupst far llfappinpss TN the middle ages, Toledo was a great city. From her majestic heights she looked proudly down upon the country round. The great city of Madrid, scarce a dozen leagues away, was as nothing to her in age and might, and im­ pregnable fortifications. She was old, old, even when Labienus first saw the Pyrenies, old when Julius Caesar sent his legions to Spain. The history of Toledo was great, as great as the old city itself. It had been the scene of many a battle and many a romance; a city of proud and ancient name, and proud and ancient families. During the first years of the sixteenth century, when Philip of Austria was ruling in Castile, one of the greatest nobles in all his realm, was Senor Don Rodrigo de list avan, grandee of Spain. It was twilight hour, and the suns last rays fell on the Sagus flowing quietly between verdant banks. On the bridge of Alcantara, stood two youths, one gazing down into the fast darkening waters of the river, the other looking to the west to catch the last glimpse of the golden sun as it sank behind gaudy clouds. When even the clouds had lost their color, he sighed softly and turned to his brother. “Felipe, my brother, what think you of my plan?” “Ah Hernando, I do right well agree, but father, what of him?” “Our sister will stay with him to comfort his old age, but we are men and we cannot stay within our father’s walls forever. We must seek our paths in the world, I am for the New!” “Then, Hermatio, let us go to him and ask his blessing.” The boys turned slowly away from the quaint, old bridge, and trudged up the hill. After a short walk, they neared a huge castle, built upon a cliff high above a river bed. The dim candles sent feeble rays through the high and narrow windows. As the boys approached, the draw-bridge fell with a surly clang, and a moment later, a man mounted on a richly comparisoned horse,gallop­ ed through the lowered bridge and down the road. The boys turned wonderingly and watched the cloud of dust until it died away beyond the Alcantara. It was the King’s courier. Then Hernando and Felipe made their way hastily to their father’s presence. He greeted them with a preoccupied air. A girl sitting in a recess of a window looking sadly out at the deep river, turned at the sound of their voices. Her long hair, black as midnight, hung loosely over her shoulders. Her dark eyes held a wistful look as she saluted her brothers. She was the Senorita Dona Mercedes, the proud and lovely daughter of the old Duke, sought after by prince and noblemen. �II & 3 r l y hi r n xk 23 i S m The father’s voice trembled with anger as he related the contents of the message brought him by the courier, His rich estates were coveted by the wicked and deceitful favorite of the King, Senor Don Garcia de Gillardo. He hoped to find peace in Spanish Possessions in America. A Spanish galley sailed out of the Bay of Cadiz into the blue waters of the Atlantic. The four voyagers stood in the stern of the ship, watching the land and the city recede in the hazy distance. With a sigh, the Duke turned to his daughter and said kindly, “We have left the old life and the old world behind.” There was a deal of meaning in the simple statement, and to Mercedes it spelled death-of-happiness-of future hopes. She sat far into the night, looking into the dark east, her thoughts in the beautiful land she was leaving, per­ haps forever. She thought of the old castle, the red roses in the garden, the perfumes of the flowers, the sparkling of the waters, and her mind dwelt long on a certain moonlit balcony, the faint strumming of a guitar, and a dark-eyed lover. Manx weeks later, the same proud galley, glistening in the sunlight glided into the welcoming harbor of San Diago. Here the old Duke and his family were kindly received by the pious old monks of Cien Fugus. And thus in Cuba, began the new life of the Estavans, afterwards called Stevans. m ■i£f a m m s; $1 —Florence Niles, ’23. An jJtalmu (Harden • - AN ITAI IAN GARDEN ■ L ET us look into a very old Italian Garden. The time is late Autumn and there has been no rain since June; but a large, dark cloud in the south promises that the drought will soon be broken. Everything is dry, and hot, and silent. The leaves of the grape-vine, clinging to the limestone wall, have shrivelled into a dull rust color. The grapes themselves, which the heat has spotted with brown, resemble the brown and white speckled spiders that run among them. A lizard basking in the sun, stirs uneasily, as if he realizes that winter will soon be coming. A tap at the wall and a scorpion, its nippers open wide, comes running out in great anger. Twisted old olive trees are dropping their leaves, and fig trees are bent with fruit. The myrtle vines offer their black, glossy lucious fruit, and pulpy red love apples lie under a hedge of aloes. ' I ! S m m G- 1 m ■m 1 s= : ■i— �I 2*1 3 r l ji It t r In one corner beneath an ilex tree, two girls are sitting, on a stone bench carved to represent crouching lions. They are typical Italian girls with smooth olive skins, dark hair, and glowing eyes. One of them, looking over the garden, seems to see something more than mere nature. “See, Bianca,” she says. “The red-ripe pomegranites are splitting and falling to the ground. They are still beautiful, but no one wants them now. That is the way it was with the duchess. She was very beautiful, but she was not crafty, and delayed too long. In Italy one must make the best ot summer. Look! how the butterflies hover around that yellow rock flower! They will soon go to some other, however, and leave it to die alone. Duke Alessandio is popular now, but his favor will soon pass. Only that old olive tree remains unchanged, Here'comes the wind and the rain. We that must be the Church must go! Hurry! See how it bends the poplars! They are the Italian people, and the storm the battle of ambitious kings! —Gertrude Ireland, *23. ®lir fHerntaiii Alone, afar, on a mossy rock, Where the sunkissed wavelets play, A lovely mermaid with golden locks Sits all the live long day. Her pearly hands play a golden harp, Her silvery voice sings high And her sparkling eyes with lashes long Are turned to the blue, blue, sky. And one may come to this beachy strand, To look for the mermaid fair, But wander and search as ever you like You will never find her there, For whenever she hears a human tread Back into the sea she goes And her lovely figure glides from sight, Where to? Ah—no one knows. And then again on this mossy rock Where the sunkissed wavelets play There is nothing left of this mermaid fair But a glimmering glint of spray. —Nancy Bonham, ’26. �23 Dr1phxr I ®g rm i vp A Class history AN ACROSTIC Now the mighty class of twenty-three, In the beginning was just little me. New lands the old Hall did acquire. E’en to new buildings did aspire To which they straightway moved en masse, Enrolling five names to this illustrious class, Entrancing Anne, enthusiastic Lee, ethereal Dot, energetic Peggie. Noble Florence, Senior Council’s head To Blackstone in secret yearning to be wed. With nineteen twenty came Bess and Pearl, Each in her way a most superior girl. Now in nineteen hundred and twenty-one T„ us a group of nine did come, Youthful Dot and giggling Gert, The vivacious Virgie and Frances alert Happy Hez, Margaret, and Connie, Right merry Willetha and Bess the bonnie, Even though many, in this we are all Ever one, in devotion to St. Helen’s Hall. aa a M m m 1 m m a ear *2S :fl m —Jean Muir, ’23. i m m § m mm y �I iG Dr1phir Slip (EUiaa Will V\/E, the class ot nineteen hundred and twenty-three, being untouched v * as to sanity by the weight of our responsibilities, do here give and bequeath our goods and chattels. To the class of twenty-four we leave some of our dignity and our best wishes. To our sister class, the Upper-fours, we leave our love and sympathy, and to the unaccountable, giggling freshmen, we leave a portion of our poise, and the remainder of our dignity. Finally, we, the individual members of the class, leave our treasures as follows: 1, Bess Allen, do hereby leave my precious, obedient nature to Irene Brix. I, Pearl Biehn, do leave my highly developed love (?) of athletics to Nancy Bonham. I, Bess Edwards, do leave my pleasing manners to Marjorie Pittock. 1, Consuelo Hamer, do hereby bequeath my undaunted nerve to Julia Bradley. I, Dorothy Haradon, do bequeathe my gentle voice to Martha Hughes. I, Virginia Hull, do bequeathe my gentleness to Virginia Zan. I, Lillian Luders, do leave my skill in translating Caesar to Catherine Martin. I, Gertrude Ireland, do hereby leave my scholastic honors to any successful candidate of the coming generation. I, Margaret Xewbegin, leave my demureness to Dorothy Statter I, Jean Muir, do leave my wit to Evelyn Meyer. I, Florence Niles,leave my wide reading knowledge to Margaret McKern. I, Hazelmary Price, do bequeathe my pep to Catherine Hart. I, Willetha Ritter, do bequeathe my worried countenance to Sheila Maloney I, Dorothee Scarborough, leave my immense vocabulary to Mildred Vaughn. I, Peetjie Spencer, leave my diligence to Elizabeth St. Claire. I, Frances Weller, do leave my sunny disposition to Florence Yolstorff. I, Anne Wentworth, do hereby close this testament by leaving my absolute dignity to Helen Paddock. Signed, Margaret Spencer. Approved, Dorothy Haradon. Bess Allen. �IS: B v l jj h i r m$ ar dlasa Prnpljrnj m t was an early morning in mid-summer when the Hercules, the most fully equipped of hydroplanes, left the harbor of San brancisco to circumnavigate the globe. The sun had risen and was just penetrating the heavy' fog when the Hercules, now a dot on the horizon to the few spectators was instantly' swallowed up in the reflection which the sun was already casting on the water. The four hundred passengers were in the best ol spirits, as travelers a 1 way’s are on the first day’ of their journey. “So far, so good” was about all that could be said about that trip for it seemed that no sooner had they lost sight of the Golden Gate when things beg an to go wrong, first one thing and then another. 1 he pilot, “Dot Scarbarough, was blamed for the most of it, for she did not get up until time to start and consequently did not look at the engine. Whether or not Dot was responsible the Hercules was marooned on the Island of Acacia, as to where this island was, no one knew, only that it was “somewhere in the South Seas.” Being marooned may be either pleasant or unpleasant. This particular group of people chose to make it pleasant, so they proceeded to become better acquainted. A voung woman, described by the others as being “Real nice look­ ing,” seemed to be in charge of the affairs. A committee of elders decided to look into the source of her power. Someone recognized her and called her a Miss Haradon, the mayor of a small town in Iowa. After being reminded that she was not in her own little town, Dorothy Haradon was found to be very congenial, She already knew some of the other passengers for her companion, Jean Muir, was a well known novelist and poet, who seemed to be tracing many old friends from among those present. They were walking down the beach one evening, admiring the exquisite beauty of the tropical scenery, when they saw a lonely figure standing near the water, and upon drawing nearer they recognized the profile of Anne Wentworth, their one time class president, who had since married an English ambassador and was pulling the strings of European politics. Anne had always been diplo­ matic. A young cartoonist was noticed sitting under a tree making caricatures of various people. She had spent the most of her time thus engaged since her arrival. Jean Muir was given one of the small cartoons and remarked how it resembled the art of Bess Edwards, a cartoonist of Portland. Several days later they were informed by Virginia Hull, the society Editor of the Oregonian, m Pf I mi m 9 ► m i Z frl m At m m Vf? ■M > \\ - �1 20 3 r l ji li t r that the artist was the very same old Bess they used to know, who had married, but was still pursuing her career in Portland. The beauty of the island could not forever interest the people and even the lazy tropical breeze which brings with it a desire for rest, could not subdue this pleasure loving company. (Someone suggested that they put on a play, something they all knew, one of Shakespeare’s tragedies was chosen.) The leading role was played by Consuelo Hamer, a famous tragedienne, whose name was on the lips of every theatre-going American. The part was enacted unusually well but “Connie” had not learned her lines. It was due to this carelessness that Virgie Hull recognized her as a member of the class of ’23 of St. Helen’s Hall. Virgie was determined to gather every particular of news on the island for the Oregonian, so she energetically went in search of any others who might be interested in Journalism, and was immediately introduced to Miss Spencer, editor of “College Life in America.” Had they not known each other somewhere? Surely, for to each other they looked familiar Of course! Peggy Spencer had been the editor-in-chief of the Delphic and had been so popular among her class-mates, but this popularity had not left her for she was welcomed by all her friends as enthusiastically as ever. The eight young women, who had at one time been fellow students at the “Hall” organized an Alumnae Club, the purpose of which was to discover the whereabouts of the old friends in the states, and to locate any other who might be on the island. In the first meeting the present positions of Willetha Ritter and Bess Allen were discussed. Willetha, who sacrificed a musical career for mar­ riage, was spending the summer abroad, with her husband, and Bess Allen, de­ termined never to be claimed in marriage, became chaperone to the boarders at the Hall, but her love of music predominated to such a degree, that she re­ signed her position and began teaching piano. It was not until two weeks after the society was formed that Florence Niles was located on the island. She was enjoying a debate with another lawyer, and, as usual, she was winning. Florence had been nominated Circuit Judge of Oregon, but as her own law office was more profitable and interesting, she re­ fused the offer and was continuing to practice in her own firm. Later the club held a second meeting in which they spoke of Lillian Luders, who had become international golf champion. How fortunate! Lee always did look well in sport clothes. And Hazelmary Price, the former yell queen of S. H. I I., was spending her time touring the states, mainly of the east, address­ ing the High School students on “School Spirit, Pep and Enthusiasm.” �D f I p 1| x r 2U One evening, just as the sun was setting, a ship was discovered coming nearer and nearer the island. It came as one drawn by a magnet, never wavering from 1 ts course. At last the exiles were to be freed, by an American vessel. As they boarded the “Dolphin” there were never more grateful people. On the homeward journey, the sole complaint was that they did not go fast enough; and needless to say, any news which the other passengers had heard was eagerlv taken in by the party from the long lost “Hercules.” The two things for which the “Dolphin” was famous were; her jazz or­ chestra, and her classical concerts. The club formed on Acacia was delighted to find Pearl Biehn giving piano concerts every evening, while her rival, Margaret New begin, directed the jazz orchestra in the ball room, each competing for the largest audiences. , Among the passengers on board were Frances Weller and Gertrude Ireland. 1 rannie had become a great lover of children while boarding at the Hall, and was then manager of a large toy shop. Her knowledge of children was only excelled bv her love for them. The greatest psychologists gathered around her to learn from her experience with children, what they could not find in books. Gertrude Ireland was the president of the University of her native state; but she often found it difficult to maintain a serious countenance before her students because of that fatal habit of giggling, never quite conquered while at school. And so it is that everything comes to something, even the class of nineteen twen tv-three. —Dorothee Scarborough, ’23. c c 3/ -fe• - & . & % £ a i 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. Bess Allen by her intellectual ability. Pearl Biehn by her complexion Bess Edwards by her artistic ability, Consuelo Hamer by her style, Virginia Hull by her kind heartedness, £ P: V: h ?r~ r = �:n 33 11 \t Ij \ c Dorothy Haradon by her argumentative temperament. Gertrude Ireland by her sense of humor, Lillian Luders by her athletic ability, Jean Muir by her power to make us laugh, Margaret Newbegin by her reliability, Florence Niles by her honor, Hazelmary Price by her smile, Willetha Ritter by her daintiness, Dorothee Scarbrough by her chatter, Margaret Spencer by her hair, Frances Weller by her dimples, Anne Wentworth by her profile. r �.1 II 6 Iw % a i? i a m a?. D l RING the regular basket ball season, the various class teams played each other, and the cup was won by the Upper IV Form. The season was closed recently with two games played with Miss Gatlin’s. Relore Christmas, one game was played, which we won. bor various reasons, the next was put off until April, some six weeks after we had ceased practicing. The game was played at the Hall, and the Catlin’s team won at a score of eithteen to twenty. Then it was necessary to play a deciding game. This was played a few days later at Miss Catlin’s court. Our opponents won this game also. Despite the loss of two of our best players, Martha Hughes and Catherine Martin, the team did brilliant work. Tennis matches are in order now, and the two courts are filled at every period during the day. The entries have been posted, and a goodly number of both beginners and Seniors have turned out for singles and doubles. The courts are in good condition, and the weather is certainly favorable. 1 here is some very keen rivalry displayed, and everyone is looking forward with great anticipation to the finals. 4‘B M $0 m\ —Florence Niles, ’23. j & as KV. •> ->■ ..'v.Vi ■i:*-:C a �I December ijth The Glee Club, under the direction of Mrs. Smith, gave a delightful concert. The program consisted ol: . . Lyties {a) My Honey . . Marker (b) Lullaby . . . Glee Club Matris Martis (rt) Dreaming Rose (b) Morning . Glee Club Macdole ell Piano—“Elfin Dance” Bess Allen {a) Sanctus ............................ (b) The Night Has a Thousand Eyes Glee Club Reading—“The Italian in England” . . Florence Niles (a) Cradle Song (b) The Land o’ the Leal (r) Little Orphan Annie Glee Club . Buck Rogers Browning . Norris Lyties . . Boltivood . . Thomas �. Piano—March Grotesque Pearl Bieh.v ! ■ii 33 S £ 1*1 fj t f S i n ding (a) Kirconnel Lea—Old Scottish Border Melody, Sweet Heart, My Song is Done . . Sims, Lyncs Alma Mater. Glee Club m a? The three weeks following the Mid Year Examinations, have been marked by various activities. a % February 1st A dance given at the Portland Heights Club was greatly enjoyed by the older girls and their friends. Si Si ' m February St/i Two little plays, one in French and one in English, were presented by the children ol the Lower school. “Le Bal Masque gave the children an excellent opportunity to display the progress they had made in French conversation, and they presented many pretty pictures in their fantastic masquerade costumes. Gladys Goodman played the role of Madame Lionet; Ardeane Henningsen, Madame Reville; Susan Sargent, Odelle; Johanna Jenkins, Germaine; Catherine Briggs, Simoine; Margaret Benson, Suzanne; Virginia Strowbridge appeared as Jeannette, while Elizabeth Barbur impersonated “Une petite Parisienne.” The English play, “The Cuckoo Clock” was very well acted. Those taking part were: Catherine Briggs and Blanche Stabler, as the two elderly aunts; Ardeane Henningsen as “little Phil’s mother;” Julia Abraham as Dorcas; Dorothv Hughes as Griselda, Elizabeth Henderson as the old Dutch mechanic, and Patricia Lamont as little Sybilla; Sally Reed as “Master Phil” and Elizabeth Berger as the Cuckoo. 1 1 February 12th Lincoln’s Birthday was observed with fitting exercises of a patriotic nature. After the singing of “America” and the Salute to the Flag, recitations were given: “The Gettysburg Address,” by Catherine Martin; Whitman’s “Oh Captain, my Captain,” by Consuelo Hamer; and the famous Lincoln letter by Bess Allen. Essays on Lincoln were read by Dorothy Scarborough, Edna Ellen Bell, Catherine West, Evelyn Meyer, Analeane Cohen, and Cornelia Ireland. The program closed by the singing of the “Star Spangled Banner.” SrJ# Csi si es- m « P £f m I I: Pi A> AT �I 3S 3rlyhtr February 22nd We all had a good rest from the trials and tribulations of school, Washing­ ton’s Birthday. April ytli A Latin play was given by one of the First Year Latin Classes. April 6th to 16th Easter Vacation. The ten days were enjoyed by all. April igth “The Knave of Hearts” was given by the Expression Class. The leading parts were taken by Willetha Ritter, as Lady Violetta; Donna Jean Trumbull, as King Pompdebille; Lillian Luders, as the Knave; and Dorothy Scarborough, The other parts were taken by Catherine Hennagin, as the Chancellor. Catherine West, Florida Kissling, and several ot the children from the Lower School. April 20th The second basket-ball game was played with Miss Catlin’s school and they won by a score ot 18 to 20. April 24th We all went up to Miss Catlin’s school and the teams played the third game. It was a stiff game and the girls worked hard, but Miss Carlin s won the silver cup by a score of 6 to 23. April 26th Sister Superior gave a party for the boarders under sixteen years ot age. The music was furnished by the older boarders. May 15th The new girls entertained the old girls with a picnic at the Meyer s summer home on the Sandy river. May ijth The Seniors were entertained by the Juniors with a luncheon at Mrs. Henderson’s on the Highway. June 1st The Senior English Play, “The Princess” was given, Dorothy Haradon took the role of the Princess, Pearl Biehn, the Prince; Elizabeth Edwards, the King (the Father ot the Prince); Bess Allen as King Gama. Hazelmary Price as �. * i 53 11 p if t r ms fl 35 Arac, his son; Gertrude Ireland as Florian; Lillian Luders as C>ril, Dorot ec Scarborough as Lady Blanche; Willetha Ritter as Lady Ps\che, Margaret Spencer as Melissa; Virginia Hull as Violet; Consuelo Hamer as Charlotte, Florence Niles as the Portress. The students were Jean Muir, Ann Wentworth, A musicale was enjoyed after the English play. and Frances Weller. June 2nd \I. Hulin’s French Class presented “Le Bourgois Gentilhomme.’ ’Those taking part were Virginia Pittock as Monsieur Jourdain; Anne Wentworth as Madame Jourdain; WiUetha Ritter as Lucile; Consuelo Hamer as Cleonte; Edna Ellen Bell as Nicole; Jean Muir as Dorante; Pearl Biehn as Doriemene; Dorothy Mielke as Covielle; Doine Smith as Le Maitre de Musique; Catherine West as Le Maitre de Philosophic; Nancy Chipman as Le Maitre de Danser; Marjorie Pittock as Le Maitre D’Armes; Frances Weller, as Le Tailleur and Catherine Mart as Le Garcon, and Bess Allen and Lillian Luders as Les Deux Laquais. A program was given by the Glee Club and pronounced a great success. June jrd The Right Reverend Walter T. Sumner preached the Bacchalaureate Sermon at St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral. . m m i s m If i June 4th The Lower School helped to make Commencement week a success by giving The Sleeping Beauty,” in French, and Thackery’s, ‘‘The several little plays. I Rose and the Ring,” etc. June 4th The Senior Prom, which is always anticipated with pleasure, was a great ar» success. June jl/i The Commencement excercises were held at I rinity Church. I here were seventeen Seniors who graduated this year. The program was even more attractive than before. Pi- i ! m m Jf ■ JS : iVS I I; u : M CC-4 B •Vft j ■ ' �S p l p 1) i r I '"THE Delphic acknowledges with thanks, the receipt of the following publi■*- cations: The Johannean, Si. John’s School, Mountain Lakes, N. J. The stories were very clever, but why no cuts or pictures? ■ The Columbiad, Columbia University. Of the issues we have received since our last publication, your “Philosopher’s Number” was most interesting and thoughtful. “Fundamental Phases of Logic” was especially commendable. I The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy. Your poetry is always delightful. < Ferry Tales, Ferry Hall, Lake Forest, Illinois. Your paper is well written and lively. The Sentinel, Harvard Military School, Los Angeles, California. We missed your criticisms of the Exchanges in the Christmas issue. The story entitled, “A Ride in the Night” was very good. Rensselaer Polytechnic, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, N. Y. You are new to us, and we hope you will come again, for, from your paper we can see that you are a very active school �D v 1 p I? i r 37 - Saint Katherine’s Wheel, Saint Katherine's Hall, Davenport, Iowa. In your Easter number, “Appreciation ot Marion Crandell, was certainly of a type which should excite admiration in all readers. ■ / 2= The Scroll, Washington Seminary, Washington, Pennsylvania. Y our cuts are the best we have found in any of our exchanges, and we are interested in your traditions. ■jg / The Blue Prin t, The Katherine Branson School, San Rapheal, California. Your advertising managers must be “live wires.” Y our stories have good descriptions. 'TvC *2= The Blue Pencil, Walnut Hill School, Natick, Massachusetts. The Blue Pencil is a new magazine to us; its editorials are well worth while, anti its stories are most entertaining. We hope to see you again. The Cue, Albany Academy, Albany, New Y’ork. A fairly good issue. We hope you will come again. We also gratefully acknowledge “The Olympus,” Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington; “The Oregon Churchman;” “The Mills College Bulletin,” Mills College; “The Emerald,” University ot Oregon. | ;d l E ! i as :.t. I ¥ r® �311 \ >fISS Caroline Flanders, ’91, and her sister , Miss Louise Flanders are -^■L traveling in Europe- They "'ill return in June. Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Riddell (Ethel Malpas, ’16) have moved to Los Angeles with Patricia and Joan, where they will make their home Laura Reed, ’21, is attending Business College in Portland. 11 ! ! =' Mrs. Curtis Strong (Alice Henderson, ’72) has returned from a winter in California. Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Dwyer (Roberta Powell) are being congratulated on the arrival of a son, born IVI arch 5th. Helen Ballard, ’18, was married April 18th, to Lieutenant Carroll Weldin, U. S. N., ’20. Eleanor Simpson, ’20, is interested in Commercial Art, and is now in a Brack Art Shop in Los Angeles. Martha and Bernardinn Gardener, ’19, are living in Santa Barbara. Eola Richards, ’12, is living in Los Angeles. Mrs. Ernie Theron (Muriel Kyea) is also living in Los Angeles. �li S * 1 v Ip r 3!I V- 2= Mrs. Canby has recently returned from abroad and is living in Boston, where Major Canby is stationed. ■■ % ;< Mrs. J. C. Ainsworth (Alice Hcitchu) and her daughter Katherine are traveling abroad. They spent Easter in Rome. i- There is a new arrival in the family of Mr. and Mrs. Gorrill Swagart (Donne Wilde, ’17), a baby boy. I Mrs. Robert Warrack (Alice Crawford, 86) has recently returned from a visit of several months with her daughter in Coranado. I ’aith Newton, ’19, has started a kindergarten in Wallace, Idaho. Nadine Caswell, ’17, is visiting Mrs. Clift Cornwall (Elizabeth Huber) at Short Hills, New Jersey. i . s >3 a A recent wedding of interest was that of Lucile Pfaff and Louis William Jannsey. Adelaine Kendall, ’17, is traveling in the east. i = aB m Wrap m ■ �•in 0 r 1 ji 1) i r Cl^o fftit Alma iHatrr Dear school, within your quiet walls I walked, and little knew of grief or care. You sheltered me from all the knocks The world can give, with wisdom rare. You led me thru impressionable years With kind, farseeing thought and love. Ah, sometimes how 1 long to hear That sweet-toned bell clang from above. 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M 1 hm> “The Saw Makers” San Francisco, Cal. Seattle, Wash. Portland, Ore. STEEL MACK SAWS FILES i Compliments of GL J. Joist i i QJaitbu•s> (do~ £ > BROADWAY AT WASHINGTON op--:.'. m PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS! *3 r3?a Martin &c Forbes Company m Y FLORISTS 354 Washington Street Main 269, A-1269 p Portland, Ore I --- + +------Patronize Our Advertisers me •3 its %b ���mm X1 't * K*. ti% Vi • $- '• >5 • V-'-V. TO Y;-.. -I : kismsi �■ ‘. ii v4i � 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 1923 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1923. 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 1923 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_commencement1923-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; High school student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/6b379d196dc3d15085be89278e56cb86.pdf fa1862ee07603ad8f1d1ac4411ddd106 PDF Text Text ���u ■ t PRESS OP LANE-MILES STANDISH CO. PORTLAND. OREGON ’I j I: * r 'i i : r .. ;; if f :4 i ■■■ ■ i �/ / ❖ I ®elpf)tc c i Cf)ri3tma£ 1921 1 ; : ! ! r ! ! k �Editor-in-Chicf Marion Farrell Literary Editor Helen Holmes Assistant Literary Editor Catherine Overbeck Kalendar \ Philippa Sherman I Virginia Edwards Old Girl Notes . Virginia Pittock \ Janet Griffith / Elizabeth Holbrook Art Exchanges Margaret Boyer \ Leah Estelle Rose / Margaret McAlister Business Managers Advertising Managers 1 I n . ( Frances Cornell ji Helen Parker �CONTENTS Page Editorials.............................. . What’s the Use ................ The Hole In the Wall........... The Welsh Kitchen........ Tartar of the Range................. It Was Ever Thus.................... Sunset .................................... Poetry Versus Football........... Edwin Arlington Robinson. .. . Among Us Students (Cartoon) Kalendar ................................. Idlers Notice............ Old Girls’ Notes..................... Exchanges ................................ 7 12 14 15 16 17 18 20 24 25 26 29 31 33 ( ; �; . Df.lphic is published twice during the school year. Contributions are solicited from all the students. 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 i .i ; j' : 0 .! : =' ' DECEMBER, 1921 No. 2 �! I I f. .•I 3. \ Eintmuala ^\T last to us of the class of Nineteen Twenty-two has been entrusted the management of the Delphic—our paper and your paper. During three long years, the magazine has played an important part in the lives of us all. Each one of us has read the Delphic, most of us have praised it, some few of us have criticized it, and the bravest of us have even contributed to it. Of course, we have looked forward to the time in which much of the responsibility should fall upon us; and, now that that time has arrived, it remains to be seen whether we have spent our days idly, in considering how fine a Delphic we should publish, or wisely, in considering how to publish a good Delphic. We look to the under­ classmen for judgment, because the magazine is the property of the school. We are merely caring for it until it shall pass into other hands. In his opening address, Bishop Sumner expressed the duty that every pupil should feel. She should consider herself in honor bound to do nothing that might in any way reflect on her school, Each girl is not merely a pupil here—she is a part of an institution that has stood the test of over a half century. These years have not all been prosperous. There have been years when the prospects for the future loomed up very darkly, indeed. But, through it all, St. Helen's Hall has not once lowered her standard of scholarship, even though it might have been at the cost of failure. There are two links that connect us with the world at large, The Alumna? Association, which represents the glorious work of the school in the past, and our Delphic. The paper is the exponent of the girls’ work at the present time. It shows the abilities of the girls both in literary affairs and in other activities of the school. It is here, too, that our school spirit must necessarily be reflected. Therefore, we the Senior class of ’22, pledge ourselves to make this year’s Delphic full of school spirit while not lacking in literary merit. •3 ■ ■ �8 iD C l p \) l C *: /11 HE helpful speech is the one which touches a vein in every human ^ heart, the one which can lend instruction and comfort to ever)' listener, not merely to a few. Such were the addresses given the girls by Bishop Touret of Idaho and Dr. Micou, Secretary of the Board of Religious Education of the Episcopal Church; for no emotions are more universal than loyalty and reverence. What mind is there which does not at some time think upon reverence, what heart which does not beat with loyalty for at least one person or one ideal? Yet many are led astray either by a false standard of loyalty or by something not godlike yet called reverence. This happens when loyalty and reverence go not hand in hand, when the one is not a part of the other. These two keynotes of human life and society, loyalty, and rever­ ence, were the subjects for the two addresses. While the one dealt with reverence alone, and the other with loyalty and reverence combined, to me the two seemed as one. To be sure, there was no intention of sim­ ilarity. The manner of delivery and the thoughts were altogether differ­ ent in the two, yet in my mind they will ever be associated, Bishop Touret’s speech as an introduction to Dr. Micou’s, which, in its turn, was a subtle answer to the subtle question asked by the Bishop. Bishop Touret spoke of the lack of reverence and of the excessive use of slang during the present day. He humorously declared that every­ one must have a goat, but try as he might he could never see one; and, therefore, was continually searching for the goat so often mentioned. He touched upon the conceit of the day when he asked if we had had so much experience that we could “tell the world.“ He remarked that, wherever he might go he heard “I’ll say so,” “1 11 tell the world!” How­ ever as enjoyable and helpful the Bishop’s speech was, he had merely come to bring greetings from St. Margaret’s school and to say a very few words; and he left the remaining time to Mr. Micou. flf Mr. Micou spoke of two loyalties, the greater and the lesser. He spoke of loyalty as a wonderful and beautiful thing in life if one knew how to avoid conflicting loyalties, how to let the lesser give way before the greater. He mentioned the different kinds of loyalty, first with examples from everyday life, then with examples from the life of Christ in proof of the truth of his statements. . •i : •i He spoke first of loyalty for friends and of what a wonderful thing it was. He declared, however, that where loyalty for one’s friends con­ flicted with loyalty for one’s school, the higher loyalty for school must �ZD c l p fj i c 9 prevail over the lesser loyalty. He declared it no disgrace to report a schoolmate if she had done something that might reflect upon the school; and mentioned, for example, the policy of his own school, by which any person who cheated or lied was not a gentleman and therefor was not fit to associate with gentlemen. He then spoke of the false loyalty; and, as an example from school life, he gave the stadium to be erected at Berkeley, In that case a comparatively few students compelled the whole student body to give money for years to come for a stadium when dormitories were needed. He also mentioned, as an example of false loyalty in the state, the few agitators who are trying to stir the people to a war with Japan. Then, as the greatest loyalty possible to people of this world, he mentioned the loyalty for the world at large shown in missionary work and in caring for the poor. He quoted the words of Polonius to his son, “To thine own self be true"; and remarked that to be loyal was to be true to oneself. He spoke of the life of Christ as an example of the greatest loyalty possible. He remarked upon Christ’s loyalty to His friends and quoted His words: Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." He declared, however, that He sacrificed His friends to His work. He mentioned His sacrifice of Judas, and recalled His answer when told that His mother and brothers awaited Him outside the temple in which He was preaching, “Who is my mother and who are my brothers?” Yet as Mr. Micou remarked, His last thoughts were of His mother, two of His last speeches from the cross concerning her. He prepared for her future safety amidst His own sufferings. The speaker then called to mind His loyalty to His ruler in His words “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s, and unto God that which is God’s. How­ ever. His loyalty for the world at large was His greatest loyalty, Mr. Micou declared; because He drove the Jews, His countrymen, from the court of the Gentiles when they were changing money there and pre­ venting the Gentiles from listening to the word of God. In conclusion, he declared that if we had true reverence in our hearts, every conflicting loyalty would straighten; the lesser giving way before the greater. M. B. ’22. ! V �10 lls ! ' v 1 i : iD C l P IJ l c ^IjtjtAS t*iere ever a Western girl who did not, at sometime in her scholastic career, secretly desire to finish her school-days at an Eastern college? Perhaps the wish was made at a moment when she received some test-paper bearing the much-coveted mark that is dis­ tinguished from all others by virtue of its altitude. Or—perchance the ■words of a speaker stirred her latent ambition. The ambitions of St. Helens Hall girls stirred recently as Miss Morris, registrar of Mt. Holyoke College and member of the College Entrance Examination Board, talked to us and told some of the reasons why a Western girl should take her college course in an Eastern school. Miss Morris first spoke of the value of tradition. The traditions of the lives and ideals of the men and women who founded the schools, permeate and influence the life and spirit of these institutions to-day. Afiss Morris gave Mt. Holyoke as an example. Founded in 1837, by Mary Lyon, a New England school teacher, who believed in the importance of ■woman’s education and contended that the girl should be as well educated as the boy, Mt. Holyoke still maintains the ideas of high education of her founder and her ideals of democracy, sincerity, simplicity and desire for service. Each year she sends from her halls women who are prepared, by their education, ideals and religion, to lay numerous gifts at the Altar of Sendee to Others. The type of education offered by such a college, was said by the speaker, to make its curriculum especially desirable. The courses are purely cultural and allow no vocational work; thus they give the student a general foundation of learning, which, while it gives a knowledge of many things, prepares and fits for a specialized training. She further remarked that every day educators were coming to believe more thorough­ ly in the preparatory work of a cultural course. Small classes, and the close individual contact of professors and students were mentioned as other advantages. Miss Morris spoke particularly of the benefit of distance, and that ft was worth while to go East to college because of the very fact that it took one away from home. The student might then acquire a broader viewpoint and avoid that aptness to become sectional. This fact has been appreciated in every part of the nation, for the enrollment lists of Western colleges have shown that an ever-increasing number of Eastern men and women have sought their college training in schools distant from their homes and accustomed environment. It was pointed out that a woman’s college presented opportunities for leadership and independence which the girl was denied in the uni­ versity where the men were the leaders and held the chief offices. �Seiji fcic 11 . But in order to preserve the standards of these schools, the student must have certain subjects and possess the ability to continue her work in deeper channels. Miss Morris stated that the College Entrance Exam­ inations had fulfilled their purpose satisfactorily and nearly always a student who had the “content" and was able to express her knowledge, had been found capable of carrying college work. In concluding, Miss Morris advised the girls not to think of the examinations as a barrier, but as a challenge to prove their fitness and ability to receive a higher education. She expressed the wish that some of St. Helen's girls might pass their college days in Eastern schools and might become imbued with a love of learning for its own sake; that some might investigate various branches of art, philosophy or science in search of Truth. L. E. R. '22. OS) mum REGON! To some that word means nothing. To others it conveys a vague idea of space—a state, far out on one side of the country, with no particular form or use, except that it always rains. To others, it means so much that it makes their hearts warm when they hear the word. To this chosen few, it represents a country, mild and fragrant. The memory of the scent of the fir-covered hills makes their nostrils tingle. The pungent odor of dewey grass seems to reach them, no matter how far away they are. Even the warm sun seems to penetrate them with its message of life. In the heart of the state, at the joining of two navigable rivers, there is a city—a town once—a city now. There, friendship is a little truer and one can make friends without half trying. The sun is a little brighter and a fresher breeze is blowing. In spite of the much-exaggerated rain, the skies are a trifle bluer. In the heart of the city there is an atmosphere of work and strife, as in every other gathering of human beings, but there’s more of giving and less of buying, more of reaping and less of sowing. Away from the bustle of the city in the residence sections, the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter. The restful hills and snow-peaked mountains guard and inspire every day. This city is open to everyone, but may those who consider it their home, ask that none enter it criticizing. May the world be its guest in the future and may the people of the world learn to love it for its scenery and true worth. But may they not harm or hurt it in any way. Dorothy Haradon ’23. , �12 iD C l p !j l C it ! LITERARY Uliafii the lUu'? > '!( JOHN MERCER, am leaving these trodden paths of men. At the end -W t of the present month I shall be deep in the heart of Africa, where I may find relief. During my boyhood, 1 was almost normal in all re­ spects. 1 participated in sports and enjoyed outdoor life, although scien­ tific reading claimed much of my attention. In my second year of college I fell ardently in love with the daughter of one of my professors. She, however, gave no response as she seemed to prefer the frivolous chatter of my rivals to my serious and scientific discussions. My chief rival happened to be a commercial student who was preparing for an advertising agency and was very enthusiastic over his work. Much to my disgust, Matilda seemed to enjoy his lectures on the art of getting money through the “ad.” I was frequently a pained spectator of his fascinating effect on the girl I loved, and as I watched the display of interest with which she listened to his silly chatter about pamphlets and posters, I grew to hate the mere thought of an advertisement The worst shock of my life came when my rival married Matilda, although I cannot say it was at all unexpected. It seemed to turn me against the world and I found my companionship in the musty old volumes of the school library. Here I spent most of my time reading anything of technical or educational turn, but taking the greatest interest in Ancient History. I mused upon the wonderful civilization of days long past that - ! ! i 't i! i I �2D c l p hic 13 compared so favorably with the sordid, narrow, money-grabbing races of today. The ancients were philosophers and poets while we are a race with one ideal—the gathering of the almighty dollar. From this secluded life of college I was precipitated into the midst of the environment 1 so despised. My uncle died, leaving me an immense fortune, and a prosperous and growing business, which required my particular and immediate attention. Here I was confronted with the very phase of life 1 so hated As it rested on a foundation built up by extensive advertising, 1 tried to swallow my foolish prejudice against commercial life and conduct the enterprise personally. It was useless. Whenever I read the proof of any of our numerous ads or placed my name on any new advertising program, I actually shuddered. The climax came on a combined business and pleasure trip to the Pacific Northwest 1 had long looked forward to a trip on the famous Columbia River Highway and my distress was almost unbearable to see this wonderful stretch of natural beauty discredited at regular intervals with enormous bill boards—yellow and red—extolling the virtues of the very brand of pickles I was manufacturing. It was the last straw! To think that I had so contaminated the beauty of nature by my commer­ cialism. I returned to the East, converted most of my fortune into stocks and bonds and attempted to lead the existence of a scholarly bachelor but without avail. I was completely surrounded by advertisements. Aly daily mail invariably carried inducements to invest in some oil drilling scheme, or carried literature on chewing gum and shaving cream. 1 Tried traveling, but it was worse. There seemed to me no haven avail­ able from that sordid influence of commerce. My only enjoyment con­ sisted of the study of the earlier races of man. How often I longed to live in those glorious years many centuries before Christ. In those days the scholars and the teachers were held in regard, and the business that existed was carried on in an orderly and neighborly fashion, as secondary to the arts. It is too much! I have decided to leave this country to make an extensive tour of the old world. Six months later. I sailed on an obscure and unadvertised line, which, however, was noted for its excellent service and appointments. On the first day names of modern hotels of Europe were flaunted before me in the smoking room. I dashed to my stateroom and appeared in public only at mealtime. England and France were the same. Even the ancient canals of Venice were lined with advertisements. All Europe appeared to me as one immense bill-board. In Thebes, there was no relief. Hurriedly 1 departed to the burial ground of the Kings—the Pyramids. Here, I thought, was a change, but on second glance I noticed a peculiar looking 7 i « �14 23 dpi; ic object about five miles away-—an oil driller. My last hope was almost gone. Dropping my eyes from the horrible sight I saw an odd looking stone by my feet. Picking it up I was delighted to see one side covered ■with ancient hieroglyphics, I hurried home to translate this message, in all probability some seer’s dictum, some gem of knowledge that had lasted through the ages. Seizing my magnifying glass I deciphered the writing with which 1 happened to be familiar. Imagine my horror when 1 beheld: “I. Murabi of Ur, maker of pottery, do proclaim the product of my wheel to be of superior quality and can be bought for a lesser number of rings of silver than the inferior products of my neighbors.” I sail for home on the next boat. What’s the use of trying to get away from the eternal "ad”? Susabeth Bruce ’24. (idu> Sinlc tit tin' Hall > * > /•||\NE day shortly after 1 had come to live on this earth, I was wandering down the road when 1 came to a high stone wall. I noticed a small opening, and upon looking through 1 was dazzled by the brilliancy inside. A great procession was passing slowly by, the most wonderful I had ever imagined. I saw Ancient Greece and Rome at the height of their magnificence and splendor. Then again I saw them humble in their ruins. Peoples of many nations passed by during the centuries and I recognized them all, for the hole through which I looked was a magic hole sent by God For man’s use. Long processions of proud kings and haughty queens, shrewd statesmen, crafty politicians, daring soldiers, learned writers, and famous inventors passed in review. I watched England and France and Spain fight their battles in all ages past. America came last, the youngest and the greatest. She appeared before my eyes, step by step, from the discovery by Columbus, to the Great World War, and I even caught a glimpse of her future greatness. Such men as America has produced the world will never see again, but others will arise to take rfieir places. The brilliant procession had almost passed on when I tried to rise, fc>ut I found that I was old. I had spent many years in trying to fathom the mysteries of the past. I had but partially succeeded. I saw a Spirit shrouded in shadows coming towards me, and he closed the hole, took �iD c l p \) i c 15 me by the hand, and pointed upward. Then I knew that only the Angel of Death could take away the one great thing in life, the hole which I had used—Education! Florence Niles ’23. A Mflslt mtdrnx] "-Wte. Tjj HE kitchen in the home of a prosperous Welsh family had lately been the scene of bustle, but now it had settled into the peaceful quiet of the Sabbath morning. The windows were hung with simple, white curtains and in each a fuschia bloomed. The old grandfather clock in the corner slowly ticked the hours away, The red tile floor was decorated with stain made from the green leaves of the wild dock. Hung on the four walls, which were painted a delicate green were four Sheffield dish covers of various sizes. In one corner was a large cupboard on whose shelves were platters of blue willow ware. The table, chairs and three-legged stool had been scrubbed until their unpainted surfaces were snowy white, The fireplace was the most striking object in the room, Over the hearth was a large mantlepiece on which stood brass candle sticks, small copper kettles and pewter plates. The slate floor in front of the hearth had been darkened with soap and then decorated with scrolls done in white chalk. The grate had been shined with coal tar until it almost dazzled the eye. On either side of the grate was a stand for kettles or pots, and behind each stand stood an iron lamb. They had been polished until the wool on their iron sides shone like silk, In front of the grate was a large iron fender and the iron stool which stood beside the hearth had been scrubbed until it looked like steel. On one side was a set of fire irons. The roast turning slowly on the jack sent forth the promise of a delicious dinner. The fire burned brightly and the flames leaped up as if they were trying to touch the jack, which stood about five feet from the floor. The old iron kettle sang cheerily on the hearth. The noon day sun threw its slanting rays on the chimney corner where the big black and white manx cat sat blinking his sleepy eyes. From without could be heard the voices of the happy family returning home from church. Catherine Deyette, ’25. ! I �16 iD C l p Ij l C (Tartar of tlu' Statute ! § ’t •I! { r s I -■ ^ij[N the cold, white paradise of Oregon’s majestic mountains lived the “Nomad,” a wild sorrel horse who knew no master. Through his veins the sporting blood of his fathers perpetually coursed its grand circuit, whipping to foam his mad love for a race. This heritage had come down to him from his grandfather, ‘Happy-Go-Lucky,' the undis­ puted King of Tartar Turfdom, who had gaily galloped to victory for many seasons. Years before, the father of the Nomad, toiling over the old Oregon Trail, had broken the straps that bound him to man and civilization, and had come into the heritage of his predecessors, the unshod tartars of the range. Now in the heart of the Nomad, pulsed the hot. impetuous blood of the idol of Epsoms Downs, and the stars seemed to tell him of another world, a world that he had never known. As he paused in his grazing on the mountain slope, with his nostrils dilated to inhale the fragrance of the night air, he was not the Nomad, not a nameless horse, but Happy-Go-Lucky who stood there, Happy-Go-Lucky in the full glory of his youth and strength. A strange thrill went through him, as the wind bore from out of the timber, a wailing howl, the cry of a wolf pack, gone mad in the dead of winter. He was free—free as the breeze that lifted his tangled mane. No bit was in his mouth, no shoes were on his hoofs, He was free to race. From the bluff on which he stood, he could see them run­ ning neck to neck, a snapping, snarling, howling mass of fur-clad fury, as they rushed into the natural moonlit arena below him. There was a long drawn-out snarl, a snap, and the fangs of one wolf sank into the flesh of his running mate, and the demons of their hearts were loosened. The remainder of the pack circled around them. Into the ring of death, leaped the grandson of Happy-Go-Lucky! And so they fought—the snapping, snarling wolves and the wild, enraged stallion. Sharp fangs sank into the sorrel throat. He reared, then frantically broke for safety, and the race was on. Never before had the old moon seen such a spectacle as the race of the Derby King’s grandson and the mad wolves. Over the rooted aisles of the forest, thundered the unshod hoofs, with death in relentless pursuit. Then side by side they ran. With a burst of speed the Nomad gained an inch. Panting, he reached the edge of the cliff towards which they were racing, and with a proud toss of his head, he hurled his huge body into the vast obscurity of the abyss. The baffled wolves peering into the lake beneath them saw a splash �ZD c l p ij i c 17 of water. Only a streak of silver moonlight marked the path in which he swam. There was a gritting of snow and sand as he reached the opposite shore, and as he stood on the bank, wet and exhausted, he was Happy-Go-Lucky, the king. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. lit Una iEttn* (Uinta (ftLLEN MONROE fastened his coat more firmly about him and drew his warm, fur-lined gloves over his hands. They were beautiful hands, with the long, graceful fingers of an artist. Pulling his cap firmly down on his head, he stepped out into the storm, and turned towards the beach. It wasn't far a distance of only two or three blocks. The wind was blowing quite hard from the south, but to Allen it was merely a friend challenging him to leave the comforts of the studio-cottage and come out and help fight with the world. The mist was coming down quite heavily. It was almost a rain. Upon reaching the beach, Monroe stopped a moment to ponder upon the course he should take, and after some hesi­ tancy decided to go up the beach, south. How characteristic of him to take the more difficult path, to battle against the wind rather than be pushed! He had spent a trying day in the studio. Until last night, the weather had been ideal, and he had spent the time roaming about the woods, up and down the beach, sometimes sketching, sometimes really painting, sometimes just lying, watching fleecy summer clouds float across the blue heavens. He had many friends among the guests. He had been with the tiresome society girls all day, listening to their silly chatter and watching their flirtations with the other chaps. They disgusted him. "Aren’t there any sincere women in the world? he asked himself, as he strode up the beach. “Do they all think of themselves only? Did all the real girls die with the last generation?” Only the seagulls heard him, but they weren’t polite enough to answer. Perhaps they didn’t know, Out here on the beach with nothing around him but the great, angry, gray waves, the gray sky, the sanddunes, it seemed as if there were only happiness and beauty in all the world! How great it was to be out in this expanse, alone! But—was he alone? Something seemed to be moving down the beach, coming towards him. Surely, nobody else had come out on a day like this, as he had i ! I r . �18 f, JB c l p fj i c done, just for recreation. Yes, somebody had—for the somebody was a vivacious looking girl, walking rapidly. The wind blew her skirts daintily about her. Her hair was a mass of curls. When she drew nearer, Monroe could see the soft, damp ringlets around her forehead. They had rebelliously blown out from under her bright red tarn, and were peeking up at him. Around her was wrapped a long, gray cape which seemed to fade into the gray backgound. “If only I could catch that on canvass,” gasped Monroe. What a picture! Those curls, the cloak, the sea, the sand; everything gray, broken only by the splash of bright red of her tarn, her cheeks, and her lips! Here is a real girl!” thus he mused, as she approached. “What a relief! No nonsense here! I began to think there didn’t live a girl like this except inside the covers of a story book—!” He stopped in the middle of his meditation. Here she was beside him. Hastily, she drew out a hand from the folds of her dress. She held something which she dabbed over her face. Oh! how horrible! How disconcerting! A powder puff! M. L. F. ’22. ■i • ; 0mtsrt 33 EEP in the wooded valley of the Severn, lived a little Mercian maid with only her grandfather for a companion. Their home had been the dwelling of their ancestors, whose religion and customs the old man still revered. He had brought the girl up to be a heathen as well. How­ ever, there was something of beauty in the worship of these two for the sun and moon. They knew no higher diety, so following a natural tendency, they knelt each morn and eve to the glory of light. The old man loved to tell the stories of his people’s power in the day of the great Penda, and his little grand-daughter, Aelia, patiently heard him. She granted his every wish, and endeavored with devotion to make him happy. Her duties were many, and among them was the task of driving home the swine at dusk. One day she discovered two were missing, and while searching them out, she spied a man beside the river bank. He was kneeling in prayer and Aelia wondered at this. The sun was neither rising nor setting, so that the girl’s curiosity prompted her to approach the stranger. He did not see her until he had risen. Then, as she drew back in fear, he extended his hand, and his kind face reassured her. }•' ir ! i �/ 19 iD C l p \) l C - “And from where may you come, my little maid?’’ he asked in his quiet voice. Aelia, somewhat abashed answered that she had lost her swine. “May I not help find them?” he offered. She timidly assented, and together they set out. Gradually, as Aelia’s confidence returned, she began to ask questions. Why had he knelt there beside the river before sunset? The man then realized that she was a heathen, and began to explain very simply the one God of all. “He is always watching over us e’en though the sun be set said the man as he finished the story of Christ. Having found the lost swine, he bade her goodbye. , “I am Father Caedda,” he said, “and I will come again soon.” That night there was a new light for the mind of Aelia. She dreamed of Heaven and the angels about the “Throne on High.” As time went on. the priest and the girl became great friends, though she dared not tell her grandfather of it. One day, Caedda, whom we know as the blessed St. Chad, heard that the old man was very ill. “Some one must go to him,” he said and accompanied Aelia to her grandfather’s bedside. Caedda saw that the man was very near the end, and lighting his darkness by reading to him “Our Lord’s Prayer,” the priest won his consent to be baptized. The rite was barely performed when he peacefully closed his eyes for the last time. After a Christian burial of her grandfather, Aelia went with Caedda to his home. She became as his own child and grew up to beautiful womanhood. Few, when they read of St. Chad and his removal from the North­ umbrian see, remember the happy life of the good man in Mercia or his inspiration at sunset. V. E. ’22. I' .p “A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot— The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not— Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool.” 1 > �20 ZD c l p tj i c Prn'tru uprsitH JfmitlutU j|T was a beautiful day in mid-October, and the Harvard campus was alive with boys coming from the athletic fields. Two. in particular, ■were noticeable from the greetings which they received on every side. However, Percival Rodney Philips, commonly known as Rod,” and his chum, Jim Banks, were not genial as usual. They were engaged in con■v'ersation. “Well, Rod,” remarked one of them, "What's the matter? Has the professor been digging into you?” "Wait until you see the letter,” was the only answer he received. They walked on in silence and made their way to the room they shared. Rodney took a letter from the desk and, handing it to his friend, dramatically remarked: "Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.” Jim Banks read the letter, then tossed it upon the table saying, < m Can’t understand much of it, but I guess it's alright.' "Alright,” Rodney whistled, "What about me?” Jim smiled, "I told you not to write all that trash about your poetry. I^et this serve as an example unto you—” “Well, what else could a fellow do? He wrote to me hoping that I was a—a—a—What was that phrase? Oh! I have it, A child of the muses, nourished by literature and art’.” Jim grinned. "Percival Philips is a very poetical name. I’m going to gym. Adieu.” He bowed low and departed. Left alone, Rodney re-read the letter. “My dear Nephew Percival,” it ran. "Your letter arrived bearing com­ fort to my troubled breast. Yea, my dear boy, my heart was heavy within me; for 1 feared me that, in my inconquerable zeal for contemplation and st lady, I had not taken sufficient thought concerning you. It brings sweet peace to my mind to know that you are beloved of the Muses and that you have a great distaste for that most vulgar of games, commonly known as football. Of course, its roughness would offend your sensitive and poetical soul. I desire—nay, I command that you send me one of th g poems which you have composed. Farewell, my boy, may the Muses protect thee.” Rodney sighed. Since he had known anything, it had been Uncle Percival Rodney Philips this, and Uncle Percival Rodney Philips that. He had taken his first steps to the tune of it, he had worked and played ! ■ * �iD c 1 p fj i c 21 to the tune of it. For him, there had been no buga-boo man, no sand man, no Santa Claus; but merely Uncle Percival Rodney Philips. Rodnew knew very little concerning this uncle except that he had spent his life in England and had devoted himself to study. Rodney had been left in his care upon the death of his parents; but, heretofore, only the shadow of Uncle Percival had clouded his happiness. Everyone else had worried the boy with tales of his Uncle Percival Rodney Philips and his riches, but the uncle himself had not troubled him. He had merely sent him money, far too much money for a boy of his age. Now, he had taken it into his head that his nephew must be a poet, and, Rodney, the captain of the football team, knew absolutely nothing of poetry. Rodney, however, was not the one to worry very long over any­ thing (at least not until it was time to worry). Accordingly, he threw the letter upon the table and went to practice “that vulgar game commonly known as football Several days later as he rode to town, Rodney was accosted by a man of middle age whom he had seen about the campus. "Well, boy," he remarked, “You are a good player. Keep it up and you will be captain next year, too.” Rodney shook his head. “No chance. That old crank of an uncle who is sending me here has taken it into his head that I've got to be a poet.” “You a poet!” the man laughed, “Write to him and tell him that you are not poetically inclined.” That’s just the trouble. I told him that I wrote poetry all the time,— thought it would please the old fellow. Now he wants me to send him one of my poems.” “Urn,” the man looked grave. Then his face lighted up. “I have it, I—er—I used to be somewhat of a poet myself. Suppose I give you one of my poems?” Rodney looked at him incredulously. “I mean it. You can send it to the old man and he’ll never know the difference.” That would be great. But suppose he wants a whole collection? * * “You have to take a chance. It’s a fighting chance, at least.” Rodney hesitated. “If the old man weren’t such a crank I wouldn’t do it, but—0 shucks, why shouldn’t I?” “No reason at all that you shouldn’t. I’ll bring you the poem in a. couple of days.” / �22 The poem was delivered according to the promise. Rodney read it over. It seemed pretty good even to his unpracticed mind. “It is pretty romantic/’ he confidently remarked to Jim. It begins 11 ke this, “She dwelt among untrodden ways Beside the Springs of Dove” and it ends like this: “She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave and 0! The difference is to me!” 11 is the end that I am afraid of.” “Never mind,” said Jim reassuringly. “Poets are always mushy. "The professor will think that Lucy was your nurse or your Sunday school teacher.” Accordingly, the poem was mailed together with a letter which cost both Rodney and Jim one whole afternoon of genuine labor. “The old man seems to have a pretty good opinion of my letters, anyway,” Rodney remarked with a touch of pride, “He fell for the first one.” The following days were busy ones, and. in the excitement of the football rush, Rodney forgot Uncle Percival Rodney Philips for a time (only a time), That gentleman was speedily brought to his mind by the following cablegram: Dear Nephew Percival: The poem which you sent me, as yours, is, as you doubtless know, one of Wordsworth’s. I perceive that you are a liar; and, what is much worse, know nothing of the poets. I shall sail for America to-morrow. Rodney was both angry and worried, “Nice little joke to play on a fellow,” he told Jim. “That man is probably laughing about it yet. The professor will arrive just before the big game, I won’t be able to play and we’ll lose.” (Rodney wasn’t conceited, he was merely selfconfident.) However, the day of the big game dawned, and still no Uncle F^ercival. Rodney felt that it was his last game, If it had been a question of money alone, the boy would have told his uncle to mind his o v/n affairs; but he realized that he owed the old gentleman everything he had, and he did not like to go against his wishes, Therefore, he played as he never had before; and won a great victory over the rival school. 4 « . iD C l p ij l C �1 2D e l p fj i c 23 The next day the summons came, He went to the hotel reluctantly; and, it must be confessed, a trifle fearfully, You can not blame him when you consider that, since his first steps had been taken, he had heard ‘Uncle Percival Rodney” from morning until night. The man whom he met surprised him somewhat, He was distinguished, but not scholarly looking. Rodney’s first thought was that he would have made an excellent quarterback. ‘‘Well,” said Uncle Percival, “What have you to say for yourself? “Nothing,” answered Rodney looking into his eyes, ‘T did wrong, and I am sorry.” The old gentleman’s eyes twinkled, “Well,” he remarked putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder, "if you always play football as well as you did yesterday. 1 suppose I will have to forgive you.” “Did - did you see the game?” faltered Rodney. I came to America for the sole purpose of witnessing that very game. Don't look so puzzled and I shall explain myself. My time in England has been spent in racing horses, not in studying. You wonder why I did not come right out and say so. My father wished me to be a man of letters. 1 went abroad to study, but went astray. My father died, and I never seemed to think it necessary to inform my relatives of my occupation. To be truthful, I disliked children; and 1 thought that it would be much easier to neglect you as a scholar than as a breeder of race horses. A short time ago, my conscience began to trouble me— rather late, I confess. 1 determined to find out what sort of boy you were. And 1 did. Oh. Rodney, that letter”—the gentleman laughed heartily. “It was so apparent that you knew nothing of poetry that I decided to play a bit of a joke on you.” “Then you had that man give me the poem,” Rodney interrupted. “Certainly not. Do you mean to tell me that you allowed someone to give you a poem?” “I thought he composed it.” “It i& very clear that you know more about football than poetry. However, 1 believe I know who gave you the poem. I met an old friend of mine here. He said that he had been watching you. He didn’t mention the poem; but, if he has not changed a great deal since I last saw him, he was the one who did it.” Rodney smiled good naturedly. “Well, Uncle Percival,” he began. “Don’t call me that,” roared that gentleman. “To name a boy that was just another one of Dad’s foolish notions. Call me Rod." M. B. ’22. r* t . �24 33 c l p Ij t c lEiUuitt Arliiigtau Hulunsmi jpDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON is one of the foremost of the modern American poets. One cannot speak of his works in detail, as they are so numerous. He has published some seven volumes of poems in all. Robinson’s poetry, unlike that of several other prominent American poets of today, shows throughout, the effects of a good education, His sketches of men are very true to life and all of his works are written in elegant verse. In short, Mr. Robinson is considered one of the most finished poets of today. Throughout the first of Air. Robinson’s poems there was a decided pessimistic tone but in his later works he seems to have gotten away from this. Mr. Robinson has a power of terse imagery which not many people possess. Oftentimes only a line will draw a ghastly picture if we allow our imagination to wander. This gruesome tone, however, is merely a suggestion and not an explanation. In ‘'The Master ”, a character sketch of Abraham Lincoln, Mr. Robin­ son has excelled, for he seems to have come nearer to the man than in any of his character sketches. One almost believes he knew personally, the man whom he has pictured there. This cannot be said of his sketch of Napoleon or that of Theodore Roosevelt; the sketch of Napoleon is especially poor. Mr. Robinson does not seem to have understoood the man at all as his sketch is not of the man about whom we have read so much in history. In many of Mr. Robinson’s poems there are references to his earlier life and to his home. They seem to have had quite a great influence on his work. His sketches too are said to have been written of people in fiis home town. The poem “Archibald and Isaac’’ in the collection called Captain Craig” is said to be part of Mr. Robinson’s autobiography. i ;; « € . ■ 1 Mr. Robinson is still a youngish man and many of his critics think tliat he will yet produce better poetry. He has tried his hand at plays fc>ut so far he has not been very successful along that line. However, his poetry is of the kind that will last, especially is this true of one or two of h is better poems. Lucy Spittle, ’23. ■ ‘ 1 �r\ HONG U5 STUDENTS the lunch Y\our I -BY | Bftsnu r %^OftRPER ’HOUIJMS P»XPH.T owrw TMRCfcCiwi-’ T«h.\E NPNES t oowV W,TH VA VliNT OUT TO DiNt X N is f>"* P^TO. COUClMRmS 0} f\ Piece of CSotoLoTe crkeI WoNOC,} Lt7TO R TMIVKS |y«OUT ZTE7 '~:i' :: '■ 1 1 Th«T hoiscf XVi a tia. looH ftu TKt »YlS m 1 i%0mm / THE -B089EQ THT\EE .WHO ? 7 THIS thf.'7 CorAA Eo»h,N«x -T««,nn.Vj nt .n\ e»* rn *.PuL*R>X h,^t’S ft vAft NO t O Ml Kq[ «*»T iv\ W»u a*fv, Oi>»E - IS TftKEN — ■ t V£R THUS l YX i\UL OV "V vNO\. �S C l P ii 26 KALENDAR. September 13— Sing a song of school days; For school has begun, September’s clear and cool days Give promise of much fun. But though we like the good times, Our duty we’ll not shirk, (And as 1 do for these rhymes) We’ll get right in and work. “Loyalty to friends” The Bishop told us all, “Is great, but greater even still, Is loyalty to the Hall.” September 20— A worthy lecture was delivered here, To bring the long expected hope more near, Of a cathedral, for a nation strong; And pictures followed all the plans along. �I iD c l p fj i c 27 September 27— For Nina., Jane, and Kay, We did the honors gay. A birthday cake, of Becky’s mold We trimmed in brown and gold. October f 6— Short fluffy frocks, beribboned curls, Candies, crackers, baby girls, Fat Teddy Bears and good games, too, The Old Girls’ party for the new. October 13— i The boarders all went out, Oh! what a joyful shout! For Robin Hood, in line they stood, And worth their while it was. Ociober 17— With reverence deep, we paid respect To our Beloved Father Breck. Shades o’ Pascal! What a fuss we made, O’er everything from map to weather vane. Our Physics class, one sunny day, had paid A visit to foretell the rain. October 27— Now Hallowe’en is near, A birthday, too, is here; With cats and rings, we combined two things— A party for to stew. And honored guests we had, To make the witches mad— For not to see the aged three, Our Martha, Pearl, and Jean. i �2S 5B c l p \) t c November 8— A visitor from an Eastern school has come. And with her brought a message, bright for some— “The golden value of experience reapt From colleges in old tradition steept.” November 10— For those who gave us all they had to give, That wars should cease, and peace forever live, A solemn service was held here today And trees, their memory shall ever stay. November 14— The quarter now is done The Seniors worked, They did not shirk. And the banner now they've won. November 19— We find we have some rising critics among us. Margaret Boyer, Elizabeth St. Clair, and Barbara Clark won prizes in the book review contest held by J. K. Gill. November 23— Some girls packed their bags and left the town To see their folks and to eat turkey brown. . November 28— During Music Week Mrs. Chapman presented Catherine Hay in a recital at Library Hall. f {. •• �29 iD C l p \) l C -7 a - a c ms 6 f1 L4A ? V, , s if 'v ‘O’ V v" -r { f'c 5 3 3l7i s7- vIMuOT 7 I f ■SO A pj ' 'I <\<* «. .n IU I »i S In - > \ ,(( ..> -»v.v- Halt, Ye Idlers, and notice! That everyone seems glad to be back at school. That the Senior class is larger than it has been for many years. That we have some new teachers and pupils. That we welcome them warmly, and hope they will learn to love the school as we do. That we have a new bell for our fire signal. That we all like to hear Kay laugh because she seems to enjoy it. That all the Seniors are not perfect, and sometimes descend to the lower floor. That studying seems to have singed the butterflies’ wings. That Laboratory Days for Physics are becoming very popular. That we all find writing serial stories in English interesting. That we have a real live composer of music here. That a great many girls have been heard quoting Macbeth. What has come over them? That our hocky players are fast becoming professionals. ! ! ' . �30 53 c l p fj i c *i f . That on Armistice Day, some new shrubs and trees were planted on our grounds. That the Seniors won the banner the first quarter. Congratulations, Seniors. That Helen Holmes and Catherine Overbcck are very busy with the Delphic That all the girls enjoyed themselves at the “Baby Party.” That our board in the Study Hall has the apearance of being a lost and found column. That we couldn’t find any thread or cord strong enough for the tenth experiment. m £ i Cf- * �31 2D c l p ij i c _____0__6 .supgiu I i a i t 1—1 s L ©ssms E I i IWir>n vrijorN Several of St, Helen's Hall graduates are enjoying college life at Reed this year. Among them we find Margaret Johnston ’19, Jessie Smith '20, Janet House ’21, and Elva Mervey ’21. Marion Jenkins ’20, is teaching school at Coquille, Ore., and we hope she is enjoying the trials of a teacher's life. Ruth Jenkins ’20, is studying at the Oregon State Normal school at Monmouth this year. Virginia Thatcher '20, and Evelyn Thatcher ’21, are attending Pacific University at Forest Grove. Eleanor Simpson ’20, is planning to spend the winter in California with her mother. Janice Parker ’21, is attending Miss Kirk’s school, preparatory for Bryn Mawr. Mary Helen Spaulding ’19, is at home this winter and is planning to spend much of her time on music. Harriett Breyman '20, is back with us again as a P. G. Harriett certainly must be attached to the Hall. Barendina Gardiner '19, and Martha Gardiner were visiting in Port­ land with their mother not long ago. Inez Chambers ’18, is spending some time abroad in England and France. Just at present she is studying the violin at the London Con­ servatory. Hylah Fraley ’20, is again enjoying the college life at Mills. Hylah is now in her Sophomore year. Anna Barker ’13, spent the summer in California. i ■ i i* �32 p iD c l p hi c i ■ Nadine Caswell ’17, spent much of her time at the Portland Fruit and Flower Mission (Day Nursery) during the summer. This winter she is taking an extension course at the University of Oregon, and is also doing welfare work. Ethel Waite ’15, was recently married to Mr. Graham E. McConnell. Jane Auterson ’13, was married to Mr. Grady E. Bollinger, October 29. Those who know Mrs. G. T. Paine (Ada Otten) of Berkley, Cal., who graduated from the Kindergarten Training class, will be pleased to hear that she has a little son. Mr. and Mrs. Harold Dekum Gill (Amy Robinson) 15, are being congratulated on the arrival of a daughter, October S. Laura Reed ’21, is studying at the Oregon Agricultural College. Oorvallis, this year. Dorothy Carpenter ’21, Helen Winter 21, and Thyra St. Clair 21, are at the University of Oregon. Mr. and Mrs. F. W. Heilman (Alice H Collier '05), are being con­ gratulated on the arrival of a daughter, Suzanne Elizabeth, born Sep­ tember 29. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Ehricke (Jennet Hancock ’17) have a little son, Herbert, Jr., born October 26. Miss Roberta Powell was married to AAr. Charles A. Dwyer, Octo­ ber 26. Hazel Fairservice ’20, is attending the University of Washington. Hazel spent the week-end visiting the Hall not long ago. i i| i !l ' ■ f i i . 1 b <• �I y fe> ! ► ► ' i i txrlutiuuvs Many of our exchanges have not yet come to us, but, as it is early in the year, we hope to see them again and to include them in our next issue. "The Johnannean" from St. John’s school is an excellent number, and especially commendable is the essay on Friendship. Your pictures are good, but why do you not have more stories? “The Academia” from St. Mary’s Academy contains a great deal of fine poetry. "An Old Timer’s Tale” vividly depicts the spirit of the Indian. “Ogontz Mosaic” from the Ogontz School has an abundance of good material. Your story, "Seaweed,” is quaint, and your poetry is worthy of praise. We acknowledge: “The Academia” St. Mary’s Academy; “The Johnannean” St. John’s School; “Ogontz Mosaic” The Ogontz School; “Oregon Churchman” "0. A. C. 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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. 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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 - Christmas 1921 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1921. 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 1921 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_christmas1921-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; High school student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/66ad5a178de24bf8fbdf0b2a73760aec.pdf 57bde4494982c667b20bd36f86f43251 PDF Text Text ���' : i I;: r'; e ! ! ' i . ' ! ■ I .1 ; l ■ i I ; i ! : i ;i : :! ■ •I 1 : �•»> I ; f 1 i i . ; 4 ii ► § Printed by the Conger Printing Company Portland, Oregon �I Hdjiljtr £s>taff Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor . Assistant Literary Editor • . K a lander Old Girl Notes Athletics Art Exchanges Business Managers ;i Advertising Ma nagers i ; I ! .\ 1A R<; A RET Si*encer Dorothy Haradon Bess Allen Virginia Hull Pearl Biehn Jean Muir Fiorence Niles Consuelo Hamer Dorothea Scarborough G ERTRUDE I R ELA N D Bess Edwards [ Hazelmary Price ^ Lillian Luders �Wr :ir— % •rJ '$ r SWinU* fj CONTENTS 0? ( t - PACE Editorials............................................................... 11 A Garden Romance.................... The Man In the Moon.......................................... Dialogue Between a Hairwreath and A Tidy........... An Indian Legend 7 ...................................... ...................... 14 15 17 The Bad Little Boy's Visit To the Land Of Conscience . 19 A Moonlit Garden................................. 21 The Smugglers.......................................................................... Little Inspirations From the Lower School........................... Athletics ................................................................................... Just Between You and Me Cartoons.................................................................................... Kalendar ............. Old Girl Notes Exchanges Gifts to the Hall. School Honors . ..................................... 22 25 26 :i % 27 1 28 : & 29 31 33 34 ■1 f ; : • SI 35 : 'i I ' * i �I ' i r ■ ' l i « ;: } ! Delphic is published twice during the school year. students should subscribe. All Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief. Business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. I )■ :< Subscription, Si.oo a year. 1 \\ ■8 ! . I ’ 1 ! Vo i. 26. December, 1922 No. 3 �ij - a D r l;i li i r r • y s. \i , *. Vr .n - •' £; gi i i & t . Y & fr'i Iziiitonals I ABOR! What is labor? Is it the tedious, grinding, tiresome, thing that JLv many people think it? Or is it, as our dreamers see it, the very thread of our existence ? Would life be empty if we had nothing to do; no goal to attain ? I he happiest hours of our life are spent at some congenial task. Those who indulge only in pleasure, who have no ambition or thought for the serious and beautiful side of life, soon find themselves out of touch with the world and its activities. Happiness attained through earnest labor attends the man who works. Labor, then, would seem ideal. Is there anything better? It is through our experiences; through our every day tasks, that we learn of something really finer. This something is service. For it not only enriches man materially, but develops character. “It contemplates performance of duty” to society, to home, to school, to God, and to our country. It is an ideal toward which we all should work. Were we placed on thi° earth merely to be? Or, were we put here to fulfill some purpose in life ? Every individual has some personal talent. Should we Ji : it- i VC 3* AV- * $ : i A A -> �! n D r 14-1 It t r not discover that talent, and do every thing in i our power to develop it? We would be dull beings, indeed, had we no ideal toward which to work; and after working for this ideal, nothing to offer to our friends, our homes, our schools, God, or our country. ! 'Rejoice, we are allied To that which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! 1 A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God, Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.” SCHOOL opened with the usual excitement and enthusiasm. There were an exceedingly large number of new girls among us, particularly in the third upper form. A great many of our mothers and former graduates accompanied us to chapel, where the Bishop managed to be with us again, in spite of all his duties at the Episcopal convention. He gave a very interesting address on up­ holding the ideals of the Hall. The class of nineteen twenty-three, feeling its responsibilities and the fine example set by former classes, is trying to put into practice his suggestions. | 'HE Episcopal Convention brought many distinguished visitors to St, Helen’s Hall. The first to address the school was Bishop Johnson of Los Angeles, who told us about his association with the Community of St. John Baptist in the East, Several days later we had with us Father Sill, of the Holy Cross, headmaster of the Kent School for Boys, in Kent, Connecticut. He endeavored to inspire in us the same spirit of self-help and co-operation,which has made Kent famous and trained Kent boys so splendidly for their life work. At Kent, as at St. Helen’s,order in the school-room is maintained by self-government, and the school is actuated by ideals of democratic service. Dr, Van Allen, from the Church of the Advent, Boston, also spoke to the school while attending the Convention. All the girls enjoyed his address im­ mensely, for he seemed to know girls very well. He tried to impress upon us that we must always be ladies, a thing which a great many seem to forget. He spoke on a quotation from Shakespeare’s “King Lear,” a remark made by the ■ �I r I r. 3 i» l Ij i r 9 £ King about his favorite daughter, Cordelia, after her death, "Her voice was ever solt, gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.” He also told us to forget about imitating the boys and to acquire those qualities for which all women who possess them, are admired. The F.nglish Bishop of Jerusalem spoke to the girls, on a verv different topic. He told us all about Palestine, describing it as having a fertile valley on the west coast, a very high ridge of mountains in the center, and the Jordan valley on the east. While Jerusalem, on the snow-capped mountain range, is almost three thousand feet above sea level, the surface of the Dead Sea, a few miles east, is almost thirteen hundred feet below sea level. T his is the deepest depression in the earth’s surface. The Jordan River flows out of the Sea of Galilee, into the Dead Sea. As this sea has no outlet, the sun evaporates the water, and all the minerals rise to the top. The Bishop told us that he has a photograph of a friend sitting on the Dead Sea, reading a book, with an umbrella over him. There is so much salt in the water that it makes this kind of thing possible. He also told us that the peasants still live as they did in the days of Our Lord. They use simple, home-made farming implements, travel with camels and mules, and wear their long flowing robes. They fashion their coats of sheep­ skin, wearing the fur out in summer to keep off the heat, and inside in winter to warm their bodies. The Bishop said that his work seemed so much more impressive to him because he was preaching the Gospel in the very same places where Jesus preached. Bishop Roe of Alaska told us about his mission schools and how he built his own boat last year in order to take supplies to the Eskimaux. He does a great deal of missionary work among the poor. One instance was of five small children, whose father had left them to be gone five days, in order to take one of the older children to the mission school. While he was away the mother died. The oldest girl, about seven, cooked warm food for the other little ones and cared for them the best she could. One day the Bishop happened to pass by their hut, and stopped to pay them a visit. He found the five little ones without mother or father. He buried the mother, and took all five children to the mission school. It is to these unfortunate ones, and others like them, that the girls of St. Helen’s Hall send their Lenten Offering of woolen dresses and the money saved for their mite-boxes. He told us of many more cases with which he has to deal, and of how eager the little Eskimaux are for learning. Father Hughson of the Order of the Holy Cross, from West Park on the Hudson, gave a very interesting talk and amused even the little ones. He told us a fairy story about a little rabbit-engine, so-called because it jumped from a£ r* ;> :r p ■ a % % 3‘A ' 'fiz !;i: . - 1 •I 1& $ : k ■ $ ■■ �D r l y Ij i r in one track to another while pulling the cars around the big depot. It hauled the stalled milk train into the city during a blizzard, after all the big engines had refused. After being hitched onto the milk-train, it started up the steep hill, puffing and blowing because of the heavy weight. The throng of spectators heard it saying to itself, “I think I can, 1 think I can,” louder and harder as it slowly pulled the train up the hill, and just as it reached the top and started on the long easy grade down into the city they heard it say, "I thought I could, I thought I could.” Father Hughson told us this story to show us that we must try to do our duty, the same way the little rabbit-engine did. It girls begin their lessons by saying to themselves, “I just know 1 can’t do this, and there s no use trying,” they never will be able to do them; but if they will always sav what the little rabbit-engine said, ‘I think I can,” they will always end up bv saying, ”1 thought I could, and I did. Bess Allen, ’23. j It ; ■ ■ '• : ;; 1 ; ; i �•j 3 r l p It t r ) mm K 11 'i O OJ ' j ' lo a A (Barton SLnnaurr Iii % ! ‘r. j TN a corner of the garden lived a pretty little maiden, Sweet Alyssum. She was an orphan, so she stayed with her grandfather, Sage. They lived happily together in the shade of a great rosebush, surrounded by hyacinths. Some thought this was the prettiest spot in the garden. Along the fence there was a row of statelv Hollyhocks, that whispered and nodded in the breeze. In the vegetable garden there were several jolly Sunflowers. They peeked over and bent as near as possible, to grin at the grand dames on the other side of the fence. In one corner near the home of Grandfather Sage, was a little pool where a beautiful, white Pond Lily sunned her golden hair all day long. The other inhabitants looked on her with awe, because she could not be reached. They knew this because young Cocks Combe, a mischevious young chap, had trieci to reach her so hard that he got his feet wet,—and was severely reproved by Granny Cat Tail, who lived near. When Lily spoke, which she seldom did, all gossip was stopped to hear her silvery voice. A voung gallant, Jack Rose, lived in the rose bush that was near Sweet Alyssum’s home. Since he was the greenest of buds, he had had enough manners to protect the dainty little Miss from the heavy rains. As he grew older, he became so accustomed to her that he began to think seriously of asking to be her protector for life. Jack was a very likeable chap, but his was a very jealous nature, and he hated anyone who paid unwonted attention to his love. Once in the early summer, a saucy young dandy, Mr. Lion, had sprung up by grandfather Sage’s door-step. All day long he peaked in upon Sweet Alyssum, as she tripped about her household tasks. The next day, and the next, the intruder gazed upon the Sweet Alyssum’s fair face. Poor Jack Rose was almost consumed by jealousy. One morning Mr. Lion woke up with white hair, and much to his chagrin, a rollicking breeze came along and blew it all away. He was so overcome by grief, that he withered up and died. Jack was happy once again. Zc ■ . I ‘ •; t . i i ' ! v_ £ “ ‘ .1 > ia ! £ 1 �12 i I ! ! I : D r l \.\ 1) i r It was known all over the garden that poor Jack Rose was passionately in love with Old Sage’s granddaughter. Many believed that the feeling was mutual, but there was quite a little antagonism on this point, and heated dis­ putes often ensued from perfectly harmless arguments. One day Miss Mary Gold said to Miss Hair, also a maiden lady, who was staying with her for the summer, “I can't see why people call that spoiled young snip, Miss Alyssum, sweet. Of course Jack Rose is in love with her,as anyone can plainly see, but I can’t understand why a handsome young man like him should care for a conceited young prig like her. It would be different if he lavished his love on little Miss Anne Emone, whom everyone knows is a good obedient child. But why, it was only yesterday that Crimson Rambler leaned over and said to me, 'Do you know that that Alyssum girl has been flirting openly and shamelessly with Nast UrtiumB’ And she isn’t the only one in this garden who has a lover either,” she added “Did you hear that William is sweet on Susan? You know the one with black eyes.” “Why, Miss Mary, you really don’t think so do you?” asked Miss Lark Spurr in a surprised tone. The two old maids laughed to themselves, for they knew that Miss Spur was blue, because she couldn’t gain William’s affections. Lilac nodded her plumes in a condescending manner, at the blue one and said, “Really, Miss Spurr, what difference does it make? I think you ladies are becoming confirmed gossips, Miss Mary!” “I think they are horrid to Larky,” said Pansy to Lily of the Valley. “So do I,” whispered her little friend, “Here’s Violet, let’s get her and play hide and go seek.” There was talk in other parts of the garden. Tulip, a stately, Dutch lady, who lived hear the pond, bent over and said to Lily, “Did you know dat dot Yack Rose, he vass cratzy over dat der sveet Alyssumb?” “No, really, do you think so?” asked Lily in her silvery voice. “Isn’t that funny, that’s what I’ve heard too!” put in Buttercup from the opposite bank. “Well of all silly things,” said the golden-haired lady. Little blue eyed grass stared over at Jack Rose in wonder. “How do they know?” she asked Burr Dock, a young Scotchman, near. “Weel, Ma lassy, ye see its this way. They’s some that ken lie’s a ben courtin her this twa-mcnth. An they’s some that thinks as how they’ll be married afore long.” One fine morning a few days later, Jack Rose leaned over to grandfather Sage in a condescending manner, and in a tone far from humble, asked the old man for the hand of his granddaughter in marriage. �% D v l p li i r * 13 V; Just then they heard the Canterbury bell ringing. Johnny, who had been sitting quietly, jumped up “Ha! Ha,” he laughed, “there’s that Cocks Comb again. He is always up to some mischief.” “The young scoundrel,” screeched Grandfather Sage. “I wish I had the discipline of him fcr a week. I’ll tell you he wouldn’t be so uppish ” To ring Canterbury’s bell was considered a sacrilege, on account of the sacred origin of the name. The old man became so excited, at this shocking occurence, that he refused the splendid offer for his granddaughter’s hand. “I’ll have none of your bangin' round this here place,” he sputtered. “Ye’re a climer besides, and the quicker you climb away the better.” When Sweet Alvssum heard of his cruel decision, she became listless, lost her spirit and her dainty, youthful, beauty. Lady Hollyhock whispered to Madame Dahlia, “Do you know, I think it is a perfect shame the way that Alyssum girl lets herself go. It’s disgraceful, that’s what it is. She doesn’t seem to care either. Me, oh my! Her skin’s getting yellower and yellower every day. As I was saying to Sunflower yesterday when he leaned over the fence, its no wonder Jack Rose doesn’t marry her.” “Don’t you know that the old man refused to let them marry?” asked Madame Dahlia “He said he didn’t like the climbers. In a way you can’t blame him you know, because we society ladies can’t bear people that have social aspirations. They say,” she added, as if imparting some particularly savory piece of news, “that he has had to call in Doctor Digi Tabs because he had had one of these severe attacks of his old enemy the Grub.” “M— m, he is jealous of that Alyssum person!” "No,” replied Madame Dahlia, “you’re mistaken there. He has no reason to be since Mr. Lion lost his silvery locks in the breeze and finally died. He need not fear Xast Urtium, because he has become quite seedy.” “Yes, that’s so,” replied Lady Hollyhock. A few days later Sweet Alyssum faded and died. All the old gossips,who had talked about her when she was alive, were doomed to die too. Jack Frost came and nipped their toes and froze their noses for a punishment. Jack Rose took off his crimson robes at the death of his love, and in a few days followed her to the flower heaven. Dr. Digi Talis who had no room in his heart for romance, and was accustomed to pooh! pooh! broken hearts, said that his death was caused from another attack of the grub. Grandfather Sage knew better, because once when he was young he had also loved, and now he regretted the radical step he had taken. Fvery night at sunset, the flowers come back to light up the sky. If one looks carefully he may see the two lovers hand in hand among the hosts of the departed flowers. Roberta Douty, ’24. s '4. K? ' v. $ % - rs £ !i$ % 2 I : 7 ;; . ■'x- m �A ;i 14 0 r l p l) t r (iUjp llHan in tlir dHoim i. c •; r-; I i • . T' . : I ! ■ . J OOK at the moon,"said mother, pointing to the huge bright disc in the 1—/ heavens, which was covered with such strange markings, "It reminds me of a story about a king, and a magical army. In the country of the king there lived a great magician, named Bom. He owned a splendid castle, and many magical instruments, but his most wonderful possession was a minature army, so small that it could be carried in a hand* kerchief. Although it was so tiny, at a word from its master it would become the most powerful army in the world. Bom lived in a peaceful kingdom, ruled by a crafty, ambitious king, who only refrained from constant war because of the weakness of his army, and the peaceful disposition of his subjects. “If," thought the king, "I only had the magician’s army, I could rule the world.” Sharing the Magician’s castle, and treasured above all his possessions.was his only daughter, a beautiful maiden deeply in love with the king’s son. At last, the Prince, prevailed upon by his crafty father, secured the promise of the Magician’s daughter to obtain the precious army. It was to be given to the king, upon the night of the grand ball. The night fell. The King was there, nervously stroking his beard. The Prince was there, regretting his part in the plot. The maiden was there, with the magical army in her purse. And the Magician was there, who being very old and wise, smiled to himself. During the first dance, the girl placed the purse in the hands ol the Prince. When the dance ended, he gave it to his father and the King hurried home, ready to start his conquest on the morrow. In the King’s palace, great excitement reigned the next morning. His Majesty had disappeared, and did not return during the day. The Prince was surprised to find that he felt no sorrow, at the loss of his father. Instead he felt relieved, even happy, for he dreaded wars, and the sufferings they brought on his beloved subjects. That evening the Magician called upon the Prince. The old man led the boy out upon the balcony, and showed him the strange new markings on the moon, whose surface heretofore had been blank. “My son," he said, “Look!—there is your father, leading his army across the surface of the barren world, vainly seeking conquests. And for eternity, �it A' D r l \\ It i r 1 It vi 15 there he will remain as an example and warning to chose who would bring a cruel and merciless war on a quiet and peaceful world.” "And,” said mother, ‘‘There he is still, as he has been for these thousands of years, seeking for things he shouldn’t have.” f: ■ Susabeth Bruce, ’24. 3?. I 1! M P( • lutlngur Urtiunut a fijairuirrath anil a tilihu F^O begin with, I am neither a hairwreath nor a tidy! I am "What Not” who L lives in the parlor, I am a very important piece of furniture, somewhat like a table, only in place of having one top, 1 have two. Perhaps I should call them shelves. I am very honorable, for upon me rest many heirlooms, and symbols of family traditions, such as samples, a picture of cousin Jean’s two sons, both boys,—and a little statue of George Washington chopping down a cherry tree. So you see 1 am very venerable, and you can believe everything I tell you. This is the dialogue I heard yesterday, between Tidy and Hairwreath. "Good morning,” said Hairwreath, “glad to see you back.” “Good morning, Hairwreath, how are you this fine morning?” "What a silly question! Tidy, you bore me. Just as it I haven’t been the same for the last fifty years.” "Yes, you are old,”replied Tidy, "But, in our town, people are too lazy tn die. If a man under eighty-five dies, they pin a piece of white crepe on the door, and carve a little lamb on his tombstone.” “Shocking,” screamed Hairwreath, "absolutely irreverent! ! ! You should be punished. The first interior decorator, who comes into this town, will have vou discarded. Then you’ll not laugh at people who die, or don t die, when ycu know that you’re to travel the same road. You know as well as I do, that Judge Brown’s son’s going to Harvard, and the chances are very good that he’ll take up interior decorating. However, let’s quit arguing and scolding. I suppose you saw a great deal, during your process of laundering. The clothes line affords such an excellent view of the world. Tell me about it.” “Oh yes, 1 learned that Jack Dolittle’s grand-uncle's apple tree died last fall, and a mule dropped dead yesterday. It couldn’t have been much of an effort for them, or they wouldn’t have done it.” “There you go again making fun of the dead.” “What else is there to make fun of, in this dead place?” m m r i !; - ;! ri'­ ll Ik ; ft "r -A $ M ' IS ■ **Vv : ■;>: ■a is 3 �i '! •: l ic ! i . >1 I u I ; j’i 1 i [ 0 r l p Ij t r There’s Miss Elizabeth trying to make an impression on the new Judge. ^ ou could make fun of that, without being disrespectful.” "The judge, Hairwreath?” “Yes, the judge! He came for tea yesterday afternoon and brought his horse with him. Very romantic! But 1 thought Miss Elizabeth should have fetched her smelling salts for the poor steed. It was the bay, that sheriff used to ride. "Ride,” sneered Tidy, "Do you mean that old bay he used to lead on his man hunts? They were a funny pair. Do you remember the pistol the sheriff used to carry with him? He never needed it, but he always said, ‘One never can tell,’ so he stuck it in a special pocket. That was rather inconvenient, for it took ten minutes or so to excavate it, but as he said, no one could get his gun away from him without some struggle.” "Tidy, I fear that you will become sarcastic. Do you not realize, that you yourself are old?” “Yes, Hairwreath, I know that 1 am old enough to be a grandmother. "Grandmother!” laughed Hairwreath, “Why, you’re old enough to be an ancestor! Your’e every day as old as that pistol, and ammunition can only be bought for that in a curio shop.” “Well, that’s a great way for you to talk, after the way you have lectured me. I at least would not say the things that you say about people. If I can t say anything nice, I don’t say anything, but I don’t see any harm in a little joke.” “Do you call ridiculing a horse a joke?” asked Hairwreath. “You started it,” answered Tidy. "I didn’t mean to ridicule him, but when an old horse is an old horse, well, he has got to be an old Horse,” stammered Hairwreath. “Very clever indeed,” said the haughty Tidy, "Such grammar. “You could do better I suppose.” "Huh! When I discover that I cannot, 1 will cease speaking. "Oh my dear Tidy, I think it is time for you to start ceasing.” “What do you mean?” "I mean that I believe it is time for the ending to start.” "Hairwreath, I hate to quarrel with my inferiors, but 1 d like Tidy didn’t finish her sentence, for she saw Miss Elizabeth coming in from the garden. I’m afraid that she intended to say nothing pleasant, for they haven’t been on speaking terms since. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. : �Drlphtr y< 17 % Ait Jufciau ICnjrnii I,l-.(il Nl) is a tradition; a storv of life; but it is not a verified story and so 1 v s not believed by many people. Some legends are purely imaginary, while some contain bits of true history, However, as life is ever more gripping than products of the imagination, let us accept as the truth as much of our legendary lore as we can. Tennyson created a man, King Arthur, and a court of followers, who although thev were probably men of his imagination, have lived to many people. This group of imaginary men, has given to humans happy hours, in which to live a life entirely foreign to their own, but pleasant because of its throbbing action and idealism. Kveryonc has an ideal and, at least in a measure, trie; to live up to it. A perfect example of right and goodness was once given to us, and man is constantly striving to attain that ideal. This story is a legend, and so may not be acceptable as absolute history, but at least it is ours for enjoyment. Once, not many years ago, there lived a mighty and noble man; by name, Chief Multnomah. He was an Indian, but he was a man with a mind and ideals such as are created only a few times in the history of our race. He gathered around him thirty warriors who trusted and believed in him; young braves, all from the tribe of Multnomah. It had always been the custom of this tribe to pay homage to the Gods, and to work for their favor very diligently. The tribe seemed to receive no favor, for it decreased, and became increasingly poor and miserable. After working faithfully for many years, to better the condition of their people, Chief Multnomah and his braves set out to the Great Tombs to meditate for a time, and to consider what they could do to better their condition. The white men were constantly advancing, and they realized that the life of their tribe was limited After a few days travel, they came to the Great River and to the Tombs. At the meeting of their first ceremonial councils they related, in a chant, as was their custom, the story of the anger of the Gods. Among the expressions was the story of the Bridge of the Gods. A bridge once extended across the Great River, from the Table Mountain, on one side, to the Little Bald on the other. This was used for many years by all the tribes of the Indians, who had occasion to cross the great river. Small disputes over the use and the possession of the Bridge arose at times; but always died down, because it was acknowledged that the Bridge belonged to the Gods. I A1- ■ -yr I y I li SB Ic |; 'J. ■ -V - 'k ; -x: Vf : - 7. ■ I I- - £ >- £ 2 �I f 1 IB I i ■ 1 \ ■ r 0 r l p lj i r At one time, however, two tribes of Indians disdained this, and each claimed the span. They quarreled furiously, and at last the leaders met at the center of the bridge, to decide the controversy. They seemed unable to come to any decision, and so, upon the very structure over which they were quarreling, a great massacre began. This angered the Gods, and they caused a great storm, which rent the country, as no thousand vicious winters could have done. I he day became night, and above the thunder, a noise was heard, which has never been equalled. It shook the earth for miles around and, when the light came back to reveal the havoc, the bridge had fallen. No sign remained, of what had been one of the marvels of the world, except the Tombs in the river-bed below. One of the quarreling tribes, those many years ago, had been a part ol the tribe of Multnomah. On the day of Chief Multnomah’s Council, this guilt of their forefather’s seemed to rest on them more heavily than ever before. That night, just at the termination of the meeting, when the last rays of the sun were fading from the sparkling waters of the Great River; and the small valleys below Table Mountain and Little Bald were shadowy and mystical, a voice seemed to rise from the Tombs and speak to the warriors. It was not the voice of the river, but it blended with the murmur of the water which washed over and around the Tombs. “The Bridge of the Gods was destroyed by a quarreling people, and must be rebuilt by them, if they are to prosper. God has forgiven them, but they will die because of their torturing conscience, and because they have not the power to rebuild the bridge. It is willed that another race will accomplish that work, after the last man of the tribe of Multnomah has died. No member ol the tribe will be allowed to live to see and rejoice in its surpassing beauty.” The Chief and his braves heard these words, and returned to their waiting people with sad hearts. They did not tell them of this prophecy, of their future, but spent the rest of their lives trying to atone for the great sin ot their ancestors. No bridge has ever been built from Table Mountain to Little Bald because, I suppose, the last member of the tribe of Multnomah has not yet passed on to the happy hunting grounds. The prophecy that came from the Tombs to Chief Multnomah promised, however, that some day a new and surpassingly beautiful wonder would span the Great River. Dorothy Haradon, ‘23 �I :3 5D r l v Ip r 1 a in ®I|i' Hah Hittlr Iny s Uisit tn tlir Haith of (Emtsrimtrr ^\NCE upon a time, there lived a little boy, who was cruel to animals. Every time he saw a cloy; or cat, he would throw stones at it, just to see it run. A lady came to visit this little boy’s mother, and she brought with her, Thomas. Now Thomas was a little, fluffy, white kitten, Everv time this bad little boy saw the kitten, he would tease it. He did everything he could to make Thomas miserable. One day, his mother told him that if he pulled the kitten’s tail again, he would be taken to the land of conscience, and severely punished. The bad little bov said he didn’t care. To prove it, he pulled the cat s tail. At twelve o’clock that night, the witching hour, when Spooks and Goblins and Fairies appear, the little boy awoke. He heard something meowing; the sound of a car walking up and down outside his room, The sound drew nearer and nearer. Peeping from under the covers, he saw Thomas, and beside him stood the queerest little man. He had big round eyes, a long pointed nose, and big hands dangled from little skinny arms, This little man was dressed all in black, and carried a stick much bigger than himself. The little boy shivered and said, “What do you want?” ‘A ou have been a bad little boy,” said the queer little man, in a thin squeekv voice. “You have tormented this poor little kitten, and 1 have come to take you to the land of conscience.” The little bov looked at the tiny wee man and said, ‘A ou are much smaller than I. I’m nor afraid.” “Hokus Pokus,” said the little man and there appeared forty Tittle men just like the first little man. The Tittle boy was terrified and screamed, “Don’t touch me or I’ll shriek and my mother and father will come and chase you away.” In spite of his entreaties, the Tittle men flew away with the bad Tittle boy to the land of conscience. They flew for seven hours, and the little boy was very tired, for he had never flown before. At last they came to a gate, and on this gate, in large letters,was printed, “The Land of Conscience,” and underneath were the words, “When people are not punished on earth as they should be, they are brought to the Land of Conscience, and here they are punished as little or as much as they deserve. Enter all ye wrong doers.” <s. ;g m -- 1 ' £ m & m O: >:■ & 1 m 'if & fi 11 ii •I! . — ; -;A' SB c;:- ■ 3it i: A I 5:A IA ■¥ I '■ - ! :A �an t D r l p Ij i r All around this gate stood little men. They opened the gate, and walked down a narrow lane. All of the little men followed the bad little boy and poked him, and pointed their fingers at him. When the) came to the end of the lane, they entered a dark, gloomy cave. In it, on a huge black stone sat another little man. I his little man had a long grey beard. It was wound in and out, and under and around, all the rocks, and sticks, and stones, in the cave. On each side of this little man was another little man holding a torch, which cast a spooky green light about the cave. The little man sitting on a stone said, in a gruff voice, "What! another bad little boy? I’m so tired! There are so many bad little boys. Proceed with the case. What has this one been doing?” The tiny wee man who had brought the little boy said/'Oh king and punisher of all bad little boys! He has been pulling the tail of this poor little white kitten. He throws stones at all the cats and dogs he sees, and once 1 saw him drown a little baby chicken.” The King’s face turned a livid green, and he said, “What, a baby chicken ' A chicken that could neither scratch or bark? Little boy, what have you to say for yourself?” The little boy was so frightened by this time, that his knees were all wobbly. He said in a small, small voice, "Oh please sir, I’ll be good!” "Well,” said the little man reluctantly, "as this is the first offense, 1 will deal leniently with you. But I warn you, take care! Punishment number twentysix! You of the funny ears! Take charge of this little boy/’ At this, a little, shriveled up, old man with huge flapping ears hobbled forward. He threw a ball of twine to another little man, and together they began wrapping it around the little boy. The bad little boy screamed, and cried, and kicked, but it did no good. When they had finished winding the twine around him, they carried the little boy to the gate and pushed him off into the darkness. The little boy fell, and fell and fell. He fell right past the moon, and the stars, and the house-tops; and he fell into his own little room and his own little bed! Never again did that little boy pull a cat’s tail, or throw stones at dogs. He didn’t wish ever to return to the Land of Conscience. '• . I Frances Rogers, ’25. j = 1 -2 1 j 1 �a r l *1 lit r V;‘. 21 I A Moonlit dmriten T had flic pleasure of receiving an invitation to attend the annual reception of the Countesse De Sarlande, and felt greatly honored, as this was to be the social event of the season. I may admit that 1 felt a bit conceited, when, at the appointed time, the Countesse thoughtfully sent Jacques, the butler, for me. Being driven directly to the front entrance by a span of beautiful horses, I alighted with a great deal of dignity. Jacques escorted me to the kitchen, where the chief caterer wished to ask my advice about the refreshments. Feeling rather overheated after the important ordeal, I asked Jacques to escort me to the balcony. l ie immediately fulfilled mv desire, by escorting me to a marble veranda, where I remained for the rest of the evening. Below me dreamed an old fashioned garden, carressed by the silvery splen­ dour of the moon. Would that I might have seen the wonders beyond that tall brick wall, so completely hidden by merrily dancing hollyhocks. The odjr of yiolets told me that a tiny breeze had floated up, to pay me his respects. Clinging sweet-peas nodded their sleepy heads, as he lazily wandered by; and the stately lilies of the valley, almost hidden by moss covered rocks, tossed their heads as if to say, “We resent caresses.” Mow I envied those garden people, who could bathe themselves in the mellow warmth of the moon. What was that? Out of a bush tumbled a small white kitten, completely covered with burrs! How playful and carefree she looked, tossing and scolding at those naughty clinging things. A graceful willow bowed to it’s own reflection in the bright ripples of the pond; only to have it’s vanity rudely interrupted by a frog who jumped into the cool depths, to tell his playmates of the garden’s loveliness. Now, you needn’t believe me if you don’t want to, but I saw tiny elves danc­ ing on emerald blades of grass, to the escaping strains of music. What was that disturbing noise, that came to marr the beauty of the night? Oh! Jacques! Why haven’t your shoes rubber soles? Must I go? Oh! wretched creature! How dare you so rudely break in upon my dreams. But temper didn’t remedy matters, and reluctantly 1 let him carry me away. He took me to the kitchen where I was washed and polished, as I had never been before or since. Surely you are very stupid, if you haven’t guessed that I am the most important person at all receptions of note, Madamoiselie Punch Glass. Mayanna Sargent, ’25. ' rC.vl m i§i IU A. •- j! 'K - !i * i i a- - 1 % ; if- 3 j* 1 l! 1: Av s Is . 15$: V 1 sc % ::__ ii �J ;! ! i | 0rlphir 22 Oil|p ^nuujgirrs i I : t - i w 0 : : i i N Oricale, Arizona, the usual morning crowd lounged around the “Perry and Lawson, Post Office and General Merchandise.” Mr. Perry, in his shirt sleeves, was looking over the mail, reading with care all the postal cards, and holding the letters up to the light, hoping to decipher their contents. Seated on the counter was Mr. Seaboth, arguing hotly with Stanley Wilson, the young forest ranger, upon the best way to cure a horse of balking, while an interested group of cow-boys lounged nearby. On the floor, behind the stove, several Mexicans were gambling, their eager faces strained forward. A fresh arrival was heralded by the yapping of the numerous, hairless dogs, which lolled about the room. This new-comer was a large Mexican, with faintly curling mustache and a swaggering gait, who sauntered over to the group behind the stove, and was soon wrapped up in the game The forest ranger eyed him for some time, and finally asked, “Who is that fellow who just came in?” Oh that’s Pedro Ruez. He drives a burro train to the mines near Phoenix with provisions,” some cowboy volunteered. Where does he get all his money? If a pack train pays as well as that, I II stop forest ranging poco beintot.” “Why he’s as poor as Job’s turkey. What made you think he was rich? “Well, look at him bet. He’s got five hundred down now, and going strong. Is his the only pack train around here?” “Yeah, but why so interested in Pedro all at once?” “Oh, I thought you said he went to Phoenix, and every week from my cabin in the mountains, I see a pack train pass headed tor Mexico.” “You’re dreaming, Bo. There’s only one pack train this side of Tuscon.” “Well, then it goes to Mex col” “Nonsense,” the cowboy laughed. "Hey Pedro, don’t you drive to Phoenix every week?” Pedro looked up quickly. “Si, Signor. But Signor wan’ that I should bring him somethin’ from there, with out doubt?” He smiled ingratiatingly. “No, I was just wondering” the cow puncher answered, “Well Stanley, are * ‘ i vou downed?” “I wouldn’t be apt to imagine a pack train you know,” the ranger growled, with the umbrage one usually feels when worsted in an argument. Just then the mail team from Tuscon arrived, and everyone rushed out to get the mail and hear the news. To-day the excitement was over the arrest of ? �m i i 9rl li i r 'is- 23 S./I cv a smuggler, who was caught taking ammunition to Mexico, However, the hubbub soon ceased, and the group scattered. Pedro whistled to his pup and swaggered down the dusty road, to his little adobe hut, and the ranger on his Indian pony loped off toward his cabin in the hills. A tew days after the conversation in the store, Stanley trudged over the plains in a very bad humor. A compulsory walk of twenty miles is unpleasant at anv time, but particularly so after a long day’s ride. Wilson had left his horse Chappo, standing, reins hanging, while he went to examine a cave nearby, and when he turned again, he had the pleasure of seeing the animal s tail disappear in the distance. A large rattlesnake had crossed Chappo s path, and forgetting in an instant his years of range training, he had headed lor camp and safety, leaving the poor ranger to trudge wearily homeward, The sun had disappeared behind the Rincon Mountains, and it was growing cold and dark. Even now it was so dusky, that he nearly walked into a cactus in his path. Suddenly he heard someone singing not tar away. Hurrying in the direction of the sound, he came to a camp-fire. Twenty pack burros were staked near-by, while a large Mexican sat by the fire, a dog, curled at his leet. "Pedro Ruez,” murmured Stanley, “Hum, I knew he went to Mexico. Anyway, I’m glad he does—I suppose he’ll bunk me for the night. The dog sensed his approach tor he rushed out yapping, and Stanley only saved his shins by calling, “Hey, Pedro, call off this pesky pup of yours.” The Mexican started up with his hand on his gun, and a savage look on his lace, then he hesitated a minute and suddenly whistled to his dog, as Stanley sauntered over and sat down by the fire. Pedro seated himself near, and fixed his keen black eyes suspiciously upon his neighbor. “Well,’’thought the ranger, “What are you so grumpy about?” and then aloud, “My horse walked off, so you don’t mind company for the night do you?” !i :• t. P; ' t! ii ■&. ■ll i- ■ ii I; •i'f i:i “No.” He volunteered no further answer, and as there seemed nothing else to be said, the two men sat in silence. The ranger gazed into the fire, but he was aware all the time of the calculating gaze of the Mexican sitting across the fire, his right hand in his pocket. In spite of himself, Wilson began to feel nervous and before long, he got up and remarked, “Well, old chap, I’m tired, so 1 guess I’ll go to sleep.” Pedro motioned to a tent a few feet away, and still keeping his eye’s upon the other man’s face, growled: “Sleep there.” “Oh, all right, I’ll take this along,” and he reached for a blanket which covered the packs. 1 -- •: m * I ;i-5 V ; S a . 1 -.5 »=.» 5 �j 2*1 ! i ; i i ■ D r l \\ h i r The Mexican gave a leap, catching his wrist, and Stanley dropped the cloth, but not before he had seen what was under it. Ammunition! Instantly there came to his mind the headlines of the paper. “Two men arrested for smuggling ammunition into Mexico.” He turned quickly and looked at Pedro, who returned his gaze, his beady eyes narrowed to mere slits. Without a word the ranger turned on his heels and walked toward the tent, while all the way he felt the gaze of the Mexican upon him. Once inside the tent, Stanley stood for a moment irresolute, then sat down, leaning against the canvas. Once again he seemed to feel the evil gleam in the Mexican’s eyes, his sinister face lighted by the glow of the fire, and in spite of himself, he felt a cold chill run up his back. Suddenly, he seemed to feel a faint rustling sound, outside. He jumped to the middle of the tent. "Well, anyway, a stilleto can’t get me here,” he murmured, "If I only had a pistol!” For sometime he stood tensely, his ears strained to catch the slightest sound. The silence of death was all around, and even though he stood in utter darkness, he had the mysterious feeling of being watched. Again there was a rustling out­ side. A dog growled, and a muffled tone commanded him to be still. Once more there was silence. "I won’t stand here to be shot, at the pleasure of that greasy Mexican,” Wilson murmured. Pulling open the tent flap, he crawled out and stood still, his ears strained and every muscle tense. The desert stretched for miles on either hand like a vast snowfield, while far away the dim outlines of the mountains rose like spectres against the star dotted sky. The weird howl of a pack of coyotes floated to his ears. Nearby, the fire still smouldered, throwing flickering shadows like witches on the sands, but Pedro and the dog were nowhere to be seen. His eye, following the sweep of the desert caught sight of a vague silhoutte, of a man and a horse, moving slowly toward the Mexican border, and he recognized Pedro Ruez in the man crouched over the saddle. "Well,” murmured Stanley, “I gue s the United States is rid of one smuggler for good and all.” Jean Muir, ’2.7. �i 9 r l p lu r •V I .< 25 '. % IGittle SuH^trattmtH from tit? Suuuer ^rltnul *• ■ N ■•: '5 HOW I BOUGHT A CANARY When I lived in Des Moines, Iowa, my mother and I went down town, one day, to buy a canary. There were very many beautiful ones in the bird store. There were pretty cages, too. I asked the man, “How much is this beautiful roller? He answered, “This is the finest singer I have, he is twenty dollars. My mother said, “I think that Santa Claus will bring it to you. Just then we heard the news boys calling on the streets outside the door. Buy a paper! Camp Rodge to be abandoned!” It was true. We moved to camp Lewis and Santa Claus forgot my canary. Perhaps he will remember it in Portland. § :Y$ M ! - u •I ii . nAMERICAN LAKE When I was at American Lake I had lots of fun. I watched the squirrels— And fed the birds, When I lived at American Lake. I played in my swing— And in my sand-pile, too. And I watched the Snow Mountains. All day long. S :;.. i; % s..- : . *5. 3 : ■ M a r v Burn Err— {Age <9, 1931) I s 1 1 ; : ! , >V= :r !££ ; �M ? :1 . !■ I i is i i ■ : i !| i I ;i I 'HE first great event of the year in Athletics was the tennis tournament. Miss Catlin’s School challenged the Hall. We put up two of our best players, Susabeth Bruce and Catherine Martin. Nancy Nicolai and Mary Ann Bishop represented Miss Catlin’s, and after two wellplayed matches won the honors. The Basketball teams were chosen amidst great excitement; the first team is composed of the following players, Catherine Martin, captain and center; Martha Hughes, side center; Lee Luders and Marjorie Pittock, forwards; Gertrude Ireland and Katheryn Hennagin, guards. i, ■ . The second team is no less prominent than the first. The lineup is as fol­ lows: Hazelmary Price, captain and center; Doine Smith, side center; Helen Shearer and Betty Sewall, forwards; Mavanna Sargent and Florence Volstoff, guards. On November the sixth, we played the first of a series of games with Catlin’s. Both teams played brilliantly, and we came off victors after a hard struggle, the score being twenty to sixteen. ■ ' : J i ' There has been no hockey so far this hall on account of the delay in re­ ceiving the sticks, and because the weather has not been very favorable. We hope to organize the team early in the spring. �V! i 3 r l \\ It t r % 27 r'. :■ ' ' % c. I to . IS K TOW I am not the kind of girl that talks, but, did you know: that keeping ^ order in the study hall has caused Bess Allen to lose her appetite, that Hazelmary Price is trying to be a dignified senior, that all the girls get a thrill out of Lee Luders, that NVilletha Ritter is really working this year, that the English note-books have turned into motion picture magazines, that Miss Beede had a hard time keeping her dances straight at the old girl, new girl dance, that there is an ambitious lawyer in the senior class, that we can no longer tell who is bow-legged, that Bess Edwards is a budding genius, when it comes to making cartoons, that Anne Wentworth is able to be with us again, that Katy Martin is still our all-star athlete, that Dorothy Haradon is becoming a great philosopher, that Consuelo Hamor has begun to display unusual dramatic ability, that it seems to be the style to yawn during class, that there is plenty of soap and water for all those who fall into a paint box before they come to school, that we hope all the guilty ones will take the above hint, that there is still a great deal of bobbed hair, that we have a very nice school this year, that everyone seems to like it better than ever, that this will be about all. f« ■ i! 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I Unhl H«ml 3. tWy*« to have se nior it hi > TlOO "i poor v.ctum I I w ;» h Thejeil have »t •" r c r< »M* I" * while, J o I c ou lit hnr all II fl 1 e bi£ myJ feriei I surety tiKe 1 h e Seniors. ___ iyi r« \ O 1 I �•, £ 29 r-v : 4* -r: $ ■1 IS' ■ September 12 School opens to-day, and though we miss the graduates very much, we are glad to see there are a great many new girls with us. September During the convention this month, we had several noted churchmen speak to us in chapel. Among these were the Bishops of Alaska, Los Angeles and Jerusalem. Ii September A-' Among the boarders there were three birthdays celebrated this month, Lilly Thompson, Jane Knapp and Bernice Congleton. September 2S The old girls entertained the new, with an advertising masquerade, given in the lower study hall. The room was appropriately decorated with Autumn leaves and Virginia Creeper. Three prizes were given, the first going to DonnaJean Trumbell, as Cream of Wheat, the second to Katheryn Martin and May Anne Sargent representing “The Gold Dust Twins,” and the third prize going to Katheryn Hart, as Baker’s Chocolate. Katheryn Hennagin, dressed as “Time to Retire,” was presented with the booby prize. ■II 1 'V 3 Y* ■ A 1 October 6 The tennis tournament! Miss Catlin’s School won both of the cups. •' *31 $ 1 $ K: An I �I V I 311 i ;: B r l It \ r October Donna Jean Trumbell, Isabel Johnson and Roberta Pittock, celebrated their birthdays this month. i November 6 •:l The first game of basket-ball, in a series of three with Miss Catlin’s School, was played to-day and we won!1 The score was 20 to 16. We hope that the next game will be as successful. November S ! i .1 | i 'i ■ i . !! This week being music week an informal recital was held this evening in the lower study hall. November to This morning at eleven, the annual celebration for Armistice Day was held. A play entitled “The Spirit of Democracy” was put on by the elocution and American Histon classes. �I. B11 ji Ip r ry. 31 ' }s , i #■ r£ l as • ! 1 :-j*. I S w • .. .. ;; M !i § A great many of' our old girls are attending various colleges throughout the country this Winter. Hazel Fairservice *20, Janice Parker 21, and Martha Youlden are at the University of Washington. Thvra St. Clair ’21, Frances Cornell ’22, and Margaret Boyer ’22 arc at the University of" Oregon. ij :53' 2s M Catherine Overbeck ’22, Frances Spaulding ’22, Helen Ernst '22, Virginia Pittock ’22, Janet Griffith ’22, and Hylah Fraley’ 20 are at Mills College. Catherine Overbeck has been elected secretary of the 1* reshman Class. ]essie Smith ’20, Elva Mervy ’21, and Helen Van de Water 22, are at Reed. X 1 H- ' ' Hi it Laura Reed ’20, Medora Howard 22, and Esther Benson 22 are at O. A. C. Phillippa Sherman ’22 is at the University of California. Si Virginia Edwards ’22 is going to Dana Hall. ! ^ ll: Marian Farrel ’22 is attending Miss Spence’s School. Charlotte Malboeuf ’22 is at Castillija. : 1% iX 1 ; . % tv r •.• : ;y; �32 *- 3 r l \s It i c i] I M Helen Holmes ’22 is at Gaucher. !'! Conseulo McMillan ’17 is teaching High School at Yio>lt, Washington. Muriel Withers ’22 is teaching at Summer Lake * Ruth Jenkins ’20 is teaching at Salem, and Marian Jenkins ’20 is taking a teaching course at Monmouth. Vernita Watts ’20 sailed for Honolulu a few weeks ago. Mrs. Heinerick Schmidt, Susan Green ’17, and baby daughter, Emily Louise, visited relatives in Portland, during Septen ber. ;i Among the volunteer workers at the Portland Free Dispensary are Mary Helen Spaulding ’19, Janet House ’21, and Susanne Caswell '20. Edith Marshall is attending art school this Winter. Mrs. Leonard, Hazel Haines ’ 18, has returned to Portland lor the winter. Mrs. Lcstes Wade, Lucille Brown ’17, was in Portland tor the summer. Elizabeth DuMond, with her mother, Mrs. F. \ DuMond, has been in Paris for several months. They will spend the winter in Italy. Mrs. William L. Wood, Elizabeth Lambert ’90, is still in Arizona where she has been for the last year. Mrs. bred Strong and Miss Kate Holman are visiting in California. Mrs. William Dudgeon, Martha B. MacLeav, of London, is being welcomed to Portland after many years absence. Two weddings of great interest were those of Doris Henningsen ’20 to Severen Harkson and Harriet Walters ’22 to Nathan Thomas. ? ; We extend the sincerest sympathy to Mrs. Evelyn Farrar Skinner upon the death of her husband, Harold Otis Skinner. �■?- •S i 3 r l p li i r 33 Q I lExrhaimrs ■s ' | "Ml* RK are a number of our exchanges which have nor yet come to us, but, as it is early in the school vear we hope to hear from them, anti also, many new acquaintances, before the next issue. & y 2* •i The Delphic gratefully acknowledges the receipt of the following publications: i I & ' The Garrulous Pine, Miss Catlin’s School. A new paper to us. The short stories arc especially commendable for their vivid descriptions. The abundance of verse shows that you have much talent in that line. We hope to hear from you again. \ I y The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy. Of the poems, "Peace He Still," is most worth) of praise. We compliment you on your long exchange list. The Sentinel, Harvard Military School, Los Angeles, California. Your "school notes" are most interesting. I he whole paper is brief and to the point. We hope you will come again. ■ Saint Katherine’s Wheel, Saint Katherine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. "My Life At Saint Katherine’s," is an excellent theme. Your Calendar is also delightful. ! The Olvmpus, Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington. An ideal high school paper. You are new to us this year, but we hope to see you again. \ : # -K I ? Or : We acknowledge also: “The Cardinal,” Lincoln High School; Kmerald,” University of Oregon; “The Oregon Churchman.” '■ § The Lens, Washington High School. A good magazine with very fine editorials. Next time we hope to find an exchange department. 1 S- “The I! ' $ IS $ $ ! ; S3 $ �34 S r 1 ji lj t r (Sifts tn thp iiall > s » SHORTLY before the opening of school in Scpten ber, a beautiful wrought ^ iron cross of Flemish design, was erected on the cupola of the chapel wing, in memory of our late, beloved chaplain, the Reverend W A. M. Breck. The cross is a copy of one brought from Coutrai in France, and is the gilt ot the students, a large share ot the contribution coming from the class of 1922 The Alumnae Association has recently given the Hall an excellent gasoline lawn-mower, thereby enabling our faithful Janitor to keep the large lawn, and the school campus in fine condition. In addition to this useful and practical gift, the Association has placed in the hands of the Sister Superior, a cheque for three-hundred dollars. This is to be used for a marquise to be placed over the front door. A handsome design in wrought iron and opaque glass has been sub­ mitted for approval and it is expected that the marquise will be in place before the first of the year. Two pictures of unusual interest have been added to the many beautiful ones which already adorn our walls. One, “The Choristers,” is the gift of Miss Mary Failing. It was presented years ago, to her mother by Bishop Scott, the first missionary bishop of the northwest, and hung for many years in the old Failing home. The other is a small but very beautiful photograph of a portrait of Miss Catherine Wolfe, painted In- Sargent. It will be remembered that Miss Wolfe and her father gave the land on which the original St. Helen’s Hall was built. �1 $. I 0 e 1 p 1) t r 35 - ri & §>rlmnl ®mtors L OR the past two years, Bishop Sumner has offered an Honorary Day Scholarship,’ for the pupil m the senior year who passes with the highest marks, in six points, in the College Board examinations in June. Gertrude Ireland won the scholarship this year. ;.rS m. '/?-* \ VI a Si * I he school also offers a prize of one hundred dollars to the Senior who passes highest in all the examinations required for entrance into a standard eastern college. This year the prize was won by Catherine Overbeck, who completed her preparation for Wellesley, passed creditably all the Entrance Board examinations, and received “Highest Rating” in English. % 3 Roberta Doutv exhibited several landscapes, done in pastel, at the Salem State Fair in October. One of these was awarded a blue ribbon, and one a red. Incidentally, Roberta’s horse, “Romping Pea Vine” won a blue ribbon on the same occasion. ft * Anne Wentworth won the medal given by the “National Society of Colonial Daughters,” for the best essay on a Patriotic subject. The Essay is printed below. r.t tulip Arms (ttmtfrmtrr £ ' :■■■ pHE world war brought such ruin, want, and suffering that the people deemed it necessary to evolve some plan whereby future wars should be impossible. America was the first to act. Since she had not felt the blow of war as keenly as France and England she could more easily entertain. In the spring of nineteen twenty-one, President Harding sent an invitation to all nations to meet at the capitol of the United States on the twelfth of November. In his opening speech he said: “Gentlemen of the Conference, the United Stares welcomes you with un­ selfish hands. We harbor no fears, we have no sordid ends to serve; we suspect no enemy; we contemplate or apprehend no conquest; content with what we % •T'- £ !- "= > £ i » ■ h * “ �! ' * ' ; :■ S i ; : ■ 1 : 3G 0 r 1 \\ It t r have we seek nothing that is a not hers. We only want to do to you that finer, nobler thing which no nation can do alone.” Each nation was represented by some of her most able men. Among the most prominent delegates were: from England, the Right Honorable Arthur I Balfour, Lord President of the Council. The most important of his many offices have been those of Secretary for Scotland, Chief Secretary for Ireland, Prime Minister, First Lord of the Admiralty. His philosophical temper makes him “calm in crisis and unfussed in victory.” Aristide Briand, Prime Minister, headed the French delegation. “No living politician has snatched so many victories from so many defeats.” He has held the office of Minister of Public Instruction and Fine Arts, Minister of Justice and Cults, President of the Council and Minister of the Interior. Japan’s delegation was headed bv Prince Tokueawa who is President of the House of Peers, \i democrat in Ins views and actions, a member of no political party, and a student of international affairs.” It is an interesting fact that all the Chinese delegates were graduates of American Universities. Dr. R. \ . Wellington Koo, former Chinese Minister, is a graduate of Columbia and during Ins student days served as editor of the Columbia “Spectator.” He returned to China in nineteen eleven and was appointed Secretary to the Ministery of Foreign Affairs. America’s representation included Mr. Charles Evans Hughes, who presided, and represented the Administration; Mr. Cabot Lodge and Mr. Underwood represented the Senate and the two parties in it; Mr. Elilui Root represented the public. It is unquestionable that men of such standing and ability can not agree to relieve the world from heavy taxes and constant fear of war. To many, as President Harding made his first speech on the opening day, was made clear the significance of the two succeeding days—the burial of the “Unknown Soldier,” who symbolized our grief over the sacrifices of the war just passed; and the opening of the Conference which symbolized our hope of making such sacrifices unnecessary. The keynote of the whole Conference was sounded when Charles Evans Hughes, the American Secretary of State, said: “If we are to disarm we must do it.” His suggestions were that the powers declare a ten year naval holiday in which no ships for war be built and offering to scrap a large number of our battle­ ships completed and in the process of being built and that Great Britain and �J 1 Dv1 hi r .! : % $ g 37 Japan^do likewise, making the United States’ and Great Britain s ratio five each to Japan’s three. £yj 4 When news of this wonderful treat}' was flashed to all parts of the earth, the whole world seemed to take on an entirely new view of life. The veterans felt that thev and their dead comrades had not fought in vain and the world would not have to go through long years of depression again. a •I w 'll' Ifl Ifi I f I “One shall prevail there at the Conference, Where nations meet to draw the fangs of war; ' 4* One shall prevail, but not by eloquence, For he is silent as the strong ones are. i The mighty army of the sacred slain i Would rise and roam the earth and cry I ‘Oh statesmen of the world, why did we die? Why lie we here—we who held life so dear?’ This is the message that the ‘Unknown’ brings Back from the world from those behind the veil They will not dare ignore Earth’s honored one There at the Conference he shall prevail. »» 4: I % ■% . 4■ ■ S3 4. 1 '!:rf <- i i: 4 i: % 1 i. : — V �'' 38 0 r l \s It \ r I i ' (Halmhar, 1922-UJ23 Registration ot Pupils, September 8th and 9th. ! 1 The Fifty-fourth Year begins September 12th. Thanksgiving Holidays, November 29th to December 3rd. 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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 - Christmas 1922 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school 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_christmas1922-compressed.pdf http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/88eaefc113bd6822a8911b2fc93ae183.pdf 10e35b4b3b671571e3c0e6f78be41eb9 PDF Text Text — rS > 4? ■: H :'A ! D V : : i 'A vy y ¥• 1 9 : i i i i -<2 *■ _r' Ko 1 :t• *% . I . '\:3S m . ■■ 4 ;• . ' ■ • ' . .. ;• ... - . -■ : ;; X '•r MtBfi . S %?<■' : •- var-i ' , ■ -•f. : ■r'*M vJ : -r ; . X• . ■ ■ l ■ , - .<4 ■ ■ .ilZri-i .( XV xxv:--' ■ Vr‘V •' . ?'\r *V' ' . •■■■■ f. •. • o£y ' ■ : �fir./ m.....v mSBS&Z-o*": :■ ���1 Delphic Staft EDITOR-IN-CHIEF....................................... ........Elva Mervy LITERARY EDITOR..................................... . . .Edna Burton ASSISTANT LITERARY EDITOR.......... KALENDAR........ ............................................ . Edith Chandler Elizabeth Patton EXCHANGES....................... . .Thyra St. Clair ........Janet House BUSINESS MANAGER............................... ........Laura Reed OLD GIRL NOTES..................................... ADVERTISING MANAGERS \ Adalyn Mayer I Dorothy Carpenter CLASS REPORTERS SIXTH FORM FIFTH FORM FOURTH FORM THIRD FORM ( Helen Winter (. Florence Kuhn \ Margaret Boyer ^ Frances Spaulding ( Helen Lamar ) Bess Allen Jean Muir �Table of Contents Page. 5 Editorial................... 6 Tennis.................... On Seeming Wise .... To My Mother......... 7 To Our Seniors 8 Class History ......... Comparison Between the Florentine and the Venetian Schools of Painting .................................................................................. ^ .... 10 Dimp’s Problem ................................................... 11 The Firefly ..... 12 A Future Star ..................................................... 14 George Washington 17 Class Will ........................................... 18 As You Like It .................................................... The Mission of Santa Barbara........................... The Fairies in Our Garden................................. The Sweet Girl Graduate..................................... Class Prophecy ......................................... The Baby’s First Airing The Organ Grinder.............................................. The Broken Teacup ............................................. A Mysterious Box ...... ............ ........................... Contrast Between Macbeth and Hamlet.......... The Rising Bell.................................................... An Exciting Adventure in Our Lumber Camp. Adventures in Friendship....................... The $20,000 Coffroth Handicap........................ Poems by Mrs. E. L. Wood ..... Athletics .............................................................. Kalendar ............................. Old Girl Notes .................................................... Exchanges ............................................................ 20 24 ... 25 26 29 29 30 31 32 . 34 34 36 ..... 37 40 46 48 ..... 51 ..... 53 ��I DICI.I'll IC is published two times during the school year, Contributions arc solicited from all the students. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief- Business letters ami subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscription: $1.00 a year. VOL. 25 JUNE. 1921 No. 1 En Avant Tou.jours! Our class motto! What does that mean to us? Shall we think of it next month, next year, in all the years to come? Will our college life, home life, business life, or whatever life we shall choose, be moulded on “Onward Forever?” This motto means much to us graduating this year. For when we chose it, we all agreed to make it our standard for building up our lives, characters, thoughts, deeds and actions, if we do this, then we shall be advancing. For to go onward means to progress with the times, not in the sense of being up to date, but in the sense of growing spiritually and intellectually keeping our minds alert and ourselves young. We want to develop into thinking persons, not just women who accept things as a matter of fact and fall into the hum­ drum of everyday life. No! We want to keep our minds always thinking, our vision, always broadening, and looking ahead, and our enthusiasm always alive. �6 ■ i DELPHIC We have innumerable ways for mental advancement. For instance, we could resolve to read and study each year after we have finished school some different subject, think about it and 1 orm opinions. In doing so, we are keeping our intellects ever alert. Whenever we have an idea worth while for some club or organization, we should work it up into a definite plan which will be of some service to our community or college. To carry out these plans we must put forth all our vigor and strength and arouse the utmost enthusiasm in others. To advance spirit­ ually, we must live up to our ideals and principles, always keep­ ing them in mind. But should we cease for one day from our aim, then we would fall back, for there is no midway; we must either go forward or backward. In going onward, we must not let our thoughts of advance­ ment be purely for self, for then we would not be living up to the real meaning of the motto (the Knight Templars’ motto), •. Onward Forever” in service for others. TENNIS. Up to this year tennis has been played in the school merely for pleasure. But this spring the tournament has been formed, cups have been presented, and all the girls have become eagerly enthusiastic. Rivalry, without jealousy, has been aroused. Tennis offers unlimited advantages to one, not only physi­ cally but mentally and morally as well. There is no better game for good, free exercise than tennis, which takes one into the open air, brings the whole body into swinging, graceful move­ ment ; which makes one alert, quick witted, and trains his eye for accuracy. Entire concentration is necessary to the successful ten­ nis player. As in all clean athletics, one must be a good sports­ man and ever engage in fair play. In our tennis tournaments there is no place for the selfish individual; he plays not for himself, but for the school, in the spirit of good fellowship and unity. �7 DELPHIC ON SEEMING WISE. Whether it be true or not that the French, as a people, are wiser than they seem, and the Spanish seem wiser than they are, this distinction certainly is true among certain classes of men. There are people who have very little knowledge or judg­ ment, and yet wish to pose as having great intellects. They take so much pains to seem wise and to impress others with their wis­ dom that they make themselves ridiculous. Some appear so re­ served that they impress others with the idea that they know a great deal and yet are keeping back knowledge that they might express with regard to the subject under discussion. Some by signs and gestures attempt to convey much that they could say if they would. A shrug of the shoulders or a contemptuous sneer often defeats the most carefully prepared arguments. Some by loud and noisy assertion, others by ridicule, and others still by dwelling on small and unimportant details win the reputation of being wise. Such men nearly always take the negative side, for it is much easier to deny than to prove an argu­ ment. These seemingly wise are like men heavily involved in debt, who make a great show of wealth in order that their pov­ erty may not be discovered. A SENIOR, ’21. TO MY MOTHER. 0, mother of mine, so fine and true, I want to live to be worthy of you. A life as good, as worth the while; You’re all the world, dear; just your smile. — I.M. J.,’22. TO OUR SENIORS All Gracious! Grant to those who bear A Senior’s part, the strength and light To help them lead their steps with care In ways of love, and truth, and right. E. HOLBROOK, ’22. �8 DELPHIC CLASS HISTORY, *21. I The present class of ’21 was started in the seventh grade in 1916 with Edna Burton and Helen Winter. Then they little knew what a great class they had founded. The next year they were joined by Evelyn Thatcher, Elva Mervy, Dorothy Carpenter and Edith Chandler, who at first spent most of their time trying not to break rules and getting used to things. Then, their greatest ambition was to be a Senior. Thvra St. Clair came at mid-year and our class grew in fame and in numbers. We were just becoming used to bowing before Seniors and upper class girls when school closed and we were Sophomores. The next year the school celebrated its fiftieth anniversary and moved into the new building. Here we added Janice Parker, not yet laboring under the shadow of Bryn Mawr, and Laura Reed, whom we honored with the office of extorting class dues and other fees. At the same time Evelyn Thatcher was elected president of class ’21. This year the whole school celebrated the fiftieth anniversary with a pageant telling the history of the school from the beginning, in which the Sophomore class played its part. The following September we all returned with great dignity for were we not Juniors? More classmates were welcomed: Janet House, Florence Kuhn, and Adelyn Mayer, and Elva Mervy who had been away for a year, returned, By this time we had a large and promising class, and spent most of our time looking forward to the next year. By way of realizing that we were almost Seniors we gave the Senior class of ’20 a fine send off with a luncheon which we Juniors considered one of the greatest and most important events of the year. Our Senior year has been made eventful by the return of Elizabeth Patton to be graduated in our class; by the change of the Quarterly to the Delphic, which is now issued twice a year, for which we expect the Senior classes for years to come will thank us ; by the choice of a wise Delphic staff; by the attainment of great Senior dignity; and by the fact that the fatal number thirteen has greatly added to the fame of the thirteen members ol this illustrious class. CLASS SCRIBE. �DELPHIC 9 ■ COMPARISON BETWEEN THE FLORENTINE AND VENETIAN SCHOOLS OF PAINTING. The early paintings of the Venetian school differed little from the Florentine, save in color. But as art advanced, many differences became noticeable. There was slight study of the antique in the Venetian school. Nothing in the education of the Venetians called for the severe or intellectual. The Florentine treatment of the nude was always modelled after the Greeks and was of statuesque type, while the Venetian nudes were voluptuous. There was no revival of classic learning as in Flor­ ence. This revival of classicism was partly due to the intel­ lectual and social influences of Florence, and partly to the clas­ sic trend of the painters. There was a severity and austerity about the Florentine school, even when art was at its climax, It was never too sensual, as in the Venetian school, but rather exact and intellectual. Line and composition were thought by the Florentines to ex­ press abstract thought better than color. The Florentine colors are always cool and simple. The demand in the Venetian school was for rich colors. Line and form were not so well suited to them as color, the most sensuous of all mediums. Color pre­ vailed through Venetian art from the very beginning, and was its chief characteristic, Venice derived this color-sense and much of her luxurious and material view of life from the Mohammedan East. By the disposition of her people, Venice was not a devout or learned city. Religion, though the chief subject, was not the chief spirit of Venetian art. In Titian’s (of the Venetian school) pictures we do not find the same effort to portray spiritual feeling as in the works of Raphael, and others of the Venetian school. The Venetian pictures seem conceived only to represent a group of noble, tranquil and magnificently dressed �10 ’ DELPHIC people. In the Sistine Madonna of Raphael, we recognize a divine mother and child, and any one with a spirit of reverence would feel like falling on his knees before it; while in the Ma­ donnas and church pictures of the Venetian school the beauty was of such a physical type that one sees only the beautiful models garbed as sacred characters, well drawn and easily painted, but with little devotional feeling about them. In the Venetian school, landscape painting was practiced. The backgrounds of the pictures were wonderfully executed; sometimes they surpass the central subject. But in the Floren­ tine school the backgrounds were only a means of bringing out the principal subject, and not much attention was paid them. JOSEPHINE SMITH, ’22. DIMP’S PROBLEM Dimp Clemens sat on his mother’s back porch steps in quiet contemplation, which was a very unusual thing for Dimp. His teachers never saw him motionless, and his mother could remember of two specific instances, other than when he was sleeping; once when their neighbor’s little girl presented her dainty person, habited in a pink sunbonnet and apron, to ask Dimp to have luncheon with her, and, again, when he was caught in the act of putting a frog in the milk pan for the hired girl to find. The explanation of this unwonted inactivity was at the foot of the steps in the person of a small, white terrier, who wagged his tail in approbation and looked up at Dimp with imploring, yet confident eyes. Occasionally the dog glanced away in the other direction. The wagging of the tail would almost cease. Then his eyes coming back to the figure on the steps, the tail would vigor­ ously wag again. Dimp was solving a question of some import. Mr. Clemens had decreed that all dogs, cats, and other animals brought home by his son, must be taken care of by that person, and also fed by him with his own money. Dimp estimated his allowance and the cost of meat; the allowance sank into insignificance. There was only one solution—work. Work wasn’t so bad if it didn’t take a fellow’s baseball time. He visualized Bud Stevens pitching and fanning the fellows with squeals of the girls on the side lines— and himself home chopping wood and weeding the garden. Still, Saturday might be sacrificed. He could still give up Saturday and continue to enjoy life. �DELPHIC 11 His elbows on his knees, Dimp held his chin in the cup of his hand and looked at the dog. The white tail wagged faster; one ear came forward. The terrier turned his head sideways and regarded the boy’s face seriously. Presently Dimp leaned forward, took hold of the white ter­ rier’s fore paws and pulled him up on the step beside him. The one of the imploring eyes gave a contented wiggle and settled down with an expression of satisfaction on his face. The dog was pleased with all things in general, and particularly with him who scratched his nose. LEAH ESTELLE ROSE, ’22. THE FIREFLY What is that in the pine grove? A tiny, flickering light, That shines and darts in the darkness Of the softly gathering night. A gleaming jewel of fire, A sparkling, glittering gem; Set in the folds of twilight In a wondrous diadem. Floating hither and thither, With a start, a twirl, and a sway; Like a star dropped down from the heavens Trying to find its way. ’Tis a firefly with its lantern; A fluttering, dancing fay, Whose cheery light is a-twinkle Just at the close of day. Thank you, bright little fairy, For teaching me now, this night, Through the sorrow and grief of this planet To always keep cheery and bright. May I, when the days are dreary, And the nights are without a moon, Keep my little lantern shining Out through the mist and the gloom. PHILIPPA SHERMAN, ’22. �12 DELPHIC A FUTURE STAR. I am nearly seventeen. I have finished my Grammar and High School courses, so am fitted with the ordinary education. In two months I am going to start a career for which many girls will envy me. I envy myself in a little bit of a way. I am going into the “movies.” I can't quite believe it. I have heard people say, “What a shock it must be to her proud family!” and many other things like that. But I do not mind. I have to earn some money and as I have had this offer, 1 am going to take it. Now, I am going to tell you how it came to me. When 1 was told that because of financial trouble 1 would not be able to go to boarding school, as I had planned, 1 was for a moment disappointed. Then I commenced to wonder just what I was expected to do. Upon inquiry, I found a short course in a business college would be most advisable. I did not especially like the idea, but as I could see nothing else to do 1 immediately went to register. As I was entering the elevator of the building, I met an old friend of mine, who is a very fine photographer. He has taken my pictures for years and always with success. He stopped me, and said: “Louise Haughton! Just the person I am looking tor. I have been trying to reach you for days.” “You know we have sold our old home, and are living in an apartment now, so of course you couldn’t reach me,” I explained. “Were you coming up to the studio?” he questioned. His studio happened to be in the same building as the business college. “No, I am on my way to business college. Don’t you think I’ll make a model stenographer?” I asked, with a smile. “Never. But come, I want to talk with you,” he said, and with that we entered the elevator and went up to his studio. Then he told me of how he had sent my pictures to a director of a movie company who was a friend of his in New Y ork. The director had replied that I looked like a good subject and when he came to Los Angeles he would have an interview with me. It was quite a shock to me, but I stood it bravely, and went with Mr. Emerson to see the director, who had arrived a week ago. The interview was very interesting, and so was the trial photographing. I was very thrilled when I saw myself on the screen. I signed a contract and then went home to break the �DELPHIC 13 My news . On the whole, everyone was very happy about it. mother. She had brother was delighted, of course, and so was studied to be an actress, so she knew that since her own dream couldn’t come true to herself, it could come to her through her daughter. Father and Laura, my sister, were a little harder to console. “It’s not an honest way of earning one’s living! exclaimed father. “Any profession is honest, Daddy, if it is done honestly, I told him. “To think of an ordinary movie actress in our family,” moaned Laura. “It’s shocking!” “Forget it,” I said, “I’m not ordinary, and as for an actress, she is just as respectable as anyone else, if she has any head at All she has to do is to behave herself and mind her own all. business, squelch anyone she doesn’t want around and there you are.” “Oh, yes, it’s very easy to talk, but wait until it comes to really doing it,” replied Laura, “I don't see why you didn’t go in a respectful business position.” I gave up talking to her and went to my room to talk with mother, who always understands everything. “It will be very hard work, little girl,” she commenced. “Oh, Mother, I know, but think how interesting! I’ll be all the different people I ever wanted to be in my life!” “You must not forget your director, dear. You know, you will have to do 'ust as exactly as he wishes — and that wont always be very pleasing to you,” said mother. “Yes, I know,” I admitted. “That part won’t be very pleas­ ant, but then after I’m a real star, he won’t do anything that displeases me as much as when I’m only taking minor parts. “Perhaps not as much, but more than you expect, ’ smiled mother, knowingly. “Directors will probably be the largest thorn in your bouquet of happiness.” “Yes, I know it; at least 1 think I do considering what I’ve heard other people have said about them. But I’m not going to think of them, now. There are so many nicer things to think about.” After we had talked it over backwards and forwards, mother went out and I settled down in a big arm chair to dream of my future, which was to be so different from the one I had planned. MARION FARRELL,’22. i �14 DELPHIC GEORGE WASHINGTON • r ^Every year, on February 22, each girl is asked to write a theme on the • ife and character of George Washington. These compositions are rei.d before the assembly as part of the patriotic celebration of Washington’s birthday. The two themes printed below were considered worthy of a place in the Delphic. Many others were interesting and worth while, but space does no. permit of their publication.) The example of George Washington’s life and character is greatest inheritance. We owe him a debt of gratitude for laws he made, the victories he won, and for the founding oi government. But the influence of his character on Ameri­ youth can not be estimated. He was a man of such a powerful and vivid character that we hardly know in what capacity to admire him most. We sel­ dom think of him first as a soldier, in spite of his wonderful military career and its wonderful achievement; nor was he a statesman alone, but he seems to combine both of these char­ acters, and even more. His most marked characteristic was sound judgment and balance. He had great physical courage, and in the midst of battle he could give orders calmly. He also had moral courage. During the darkest hours of the war, with money gone and doubts on every side, his courage did not fail. He was deeply religious. He never hesitated at the most difficult task, and was always guided by his strict sense of moral right. The influence of his life has been felt through generations, and the reason that we celebrate his birthday, and write and read about him today, is that we may hand this wonderful influ­ ence down to posterity. JEAN MUIR, ’24. our the our can In reading a true life of George Washington, we find that lie was as human as the rest of us; he had his faults as well as In's virtues, but these faults he overcame by his great strength of character. This character is an example of one in which re­ ligion played an extremely important part, and it was through the teachings of a devoted mother that religion had its influ­ ence on the life of Washington. As a boy, he was taught hon­ esty, high morals, and respect and love for his elders; and throughout all his life his mother’s instructions remained in his �DELPHIC 15 mind to guide him, to strengthen him in doubt, and encourage him when disconsolate, His mother, the second wife of Augustine Washington, lived to see him become President, and it must have been with pride that she thought of her son. His father died when George was eleven. The life of George Washington needs no detailed account. He was born at Westmoreland, Virginia, in 1732, and there he spent his boyhood days in which we find an indication of the type of man Washington would be. Early he showed tendencies to truthfulness, as shown by many little stories, and early he proved himself a leader, for his companions always followed him in play and sought his judgment in a dispute. He lived exactly like the usual Virginia boy,—always in the outdoors, attended school and studied well; but the education in those days was lacking, and, through no fault of his, he was somewhat deficient. For mathematics he showed a liking and taught himself a great deal in that subject. Born of a military family, he desired to enter service; his half-brother, Lawrence, furthered this desire by procuring a position in the English navy. The boy George would have taken it, but here his love and obedience for his mother interfered when he realized that she would greatly miss him; so he gave up the idea and stayed with her. The next few years were important ones in Washington’s life, for in them the character of the man was moulded, At sixteen he set out to earn his own living. This he did by surveying the immense estate of Lord Fairfax. He made himself very skilled in that work, Next he devoted himself to negotiations with the Indians, and, having finished that, he turned to fight­ ing them and the French. Then began his military life which lasted for several years. First he was appointed adjutant of Virginia troops; then later commander of the Northern military district by Lieutenant-Governor Dinwiddie. For some time he was engaged in driving away the French from Pennsylvania; soon he was made commander-in-chief of the Virginia forces. After successfully carrying out his work, he resigned the com­ mission. He passed the next twenty years in retirement at Mount Vernon, which had been left to him by the death of his brother, Lawrence, who was a great admirer of Admiral Vernon and named the place after him. In this period Washington married �16 DELPHIC a widow, — Martha Custis. Little is known of his marriage except that it was a very happy one. Like other Virginian planters, he attended the legislature, where he made himself quite im­ portant by his ability to manage affairs and shoulder responsi­ bilities. When signs of war with England appeared, he was unanimously elected commander-in-chief of the entire American forces. His was the difficult task of disciplining the troops, but soon he had them ready for fighting. From history we know his next movements: his operation in the Jerseys, his attack at Trenton and Princeton, and Morristown, and finally the viclory over Cornwallis. Through all we see his military genius and his perseverence against many trials. With the war ended and affairs on a peaceful basis, he gave up his commission and retired to Mount Vernon, but the people would not let him rest. He was chosen presiding officer of the Federal convention, 1787, and after the Constitution had been drawn up, he was unanimously elected first President of the United States, and again in 1792 was re-elected, After fulfilling two terms of Presidency, he was offered the third term, but refused, and ever since all our Presidents have followed his ex­ ample. In 1797 he retired to Mount Vernon, where he passed the remainder of his days until 1799, when he died a peaceful death, much beloved by all who knew him. A true American in every sense of the word was Washing­ ton. Every interest he had was for the new country, of which he might truly be called “the father.” For so he was; he helped the new government through many trials, bringing it safely over many obstacles. Another man could never have done what Washington did. He was a born statesman, with a broad vision, keen perception, openness of mind, and a strong character of high morals established in his youth under his mother’s care. One of the greatest joys of the American people should be to visit Mt. Vernon and see the home of our George Washington. It is a beautiful place and overlooks the broad Potomac, which sweeps down majestically in front of it. Washington’s tomb is there, and it is with awe that one stands near it and thinks of the great man whom this country had for its first President. ELVA MERVY, ’21. �DELPHIC 17 CLASS WILL. We, the Senior Class of St. Helen’s Hall, do hereby will and bequeath our merits and good luck to the succeeding class, loping they will have as good a time managing and seeming mate­ rial for our honorable school paper, the “Delphic. Our sobiiety and serious mindedness we willingly donate to the sophomoies. We sincerely hope that the freshmen class may not end with the calamity of thirteen, as was the fate of the Seniors. Individual bequests: I, Edna Burton, leave my quiet manners and senior-like dig­ nity to Helen Holmes. I, Thyra St. Clair, willingly bestow my “giggles” to Peggy Boyer. I, Elizabeth Patton, leave my numerous love affairs to Esther Benson. I, Evelyn Thatcher, bequeath my dancing ability to Leah Rose. I, Adalyn Mayer, leave my promptness in managing to get to chapel to Virginia Edwards. -----'I, Laura Reed, wish that my last words be respected in ref­ erence to note books. / I, Florence Kuhn, honor Frances Ford with my “grammar.” I, Edith Chandler, leave my Caesar, Cicero, and Virgil to any pupil who can aspire to my fame. -j-1, Janet House, leave my fiery eyes to some good purpose. ^c-I, Elva Mervy, bestow my excellent editorship to anyone who is brave enough to undertake the task. -j- I, Dorothy Carpenter, leave my Physics drawings to be framed in the Hall of Fame. I, Helen Winter, leave with regret my wide acquaintance to the envious. -1, Janice Parker, hand on my worries over Bryn Mawr exams to Catherine Overbeck. We, the undersigned, do hereby set our hand and seal this 15th day of May, 1921. THE CLASS OF ’21. Witnesses: Janet House, ’21. Evelyn Thatcher, ’21. i i �18 DELPHIC AS YOU LIKE IT Once a noble duke was banished From his kingdom dear. And went to live, so history says, In a forest that was near. He had a child named Rosalind, Whose face was fair to see; Her cousin Celia lovely was, But not as fair as she. I These maidens loved each other dearly, As e’er two cousins could; They loved to walk together oft, But never near the wood. Then came Orlando to the court, The wrestler Charles to fight; And in a mighty combat there, Felled him with all his might. A nobler man you never saw, And finely built was he; He was in love with Rosalind, As one could plainly see. The duke banish’d Orlando then, And poor Rosalind, also. When Celia heard her coz had gone, Then with her did she go. They went into a forest near, And bought a shepherd’s house; Rosalind as Ganymede, And Aliena, his spouse. i Then did they see Orlando there; He saw those shepherds fair; A prettier pair you never spied In woods so cold and bare. �19 DELPHIC Gan’mede saw it was her love, And spoke to him straightway. “Good sire, what wish you in these woods On this, our wedding day ?” Then to the house the twain did go, And talked as some folks may; Then said Gan’mede to Orlando, “Let us love sonnets say. I will be your Rosalind, Let us love songs repeat; And I will cure you of this one,— You’ll learn to keep trees neat. Orlando’s brother Ol’ver came Into these woods one day; He had been saved from cruel death, So do some people say. Repenting of his cruelty, Oliver asked his brother home. Orlando’s love for Rosalind Caused him the woods to roam. Then Ganymede did tell Orlando That he would bring his love Into the forest that next day At the waking of the dove. Now at this certain time of day Ganymede appeared, Without Orlando’s fair Ros’lind, And for the worst he feared. Oliver loved fair Celia so; Orlando, Rosalind, too. Two other characters did wed,— Cupid had much to do. When happiness was at its height, A herald from the king Announced that Rosalind was queen; Then did they dance and sing. ROBERTA DOUTY, ’24. �20 DELPHIC THE MISSION OF SANTA BARBARA. I ■ From the bay, or crest of the range, the old Franciscan Mis­ sion of Santa Barbara at once attracts attention. Built of stone and adobe, painted white, it is outlined in bold relief against the neighboring hills, and commands a view of the entire valley. hrom every part of the town the twin towers and long wing are distinctly seen, while long after Santa Barbara itself is lost to view, as one follows up the valley, the walls of the church still remain in sight. Time and man have dealt kindly with the Mission, It is scarred here and there, and some of its older attributes of inter­ est have been lost. But the building presents essentially the same appearance that it did nearly a century ago. Standing beside the broad facade to which leads a flight of low stone steps, and listening to the noisy clanging of the trio of Spanish bells that are rung by Fathers dressed in the coarse woollen gowns of their order, one recalls the time when the church was a seat of power, and the Fathers were the temporal as well as spiritual rulers of the land. In early days their wealth was enormous and their power undisputed. The foundation of the Mission Santa Barbara had been con­ templated by Father Junipero in 1782. But by the death of that zealous missionary and other circumstances, its erection was delayed until 1786, when the corner-stone of an adobe church was laid by Father Antonio Paterna. The ceremonies, consisting of little more than the erection of a cross and celebration of Mass, took place on the 4th of December. The work of construc­ tion was at once begun, and in 1774 the building was completed. It did not have the proportions of the present Mission, which was not finished until 1820. The first church was hastily built, and was constantly being added to and improved. In 1806 it was injured by an earthquake, and in 1812 was nearly destroyed by a similar visitation. But repairs were at once made, and the original plans of the designers were executed as rapidly as possible. The work proceeded but slowly; for there were few skilled artisans, and the Indian builders had to be taught to cut the stone, burn the brick and lime, and make the mortar. The necessary stone was found in a neighboring canon, but the timber had to be brought from the mountains, forty miles away. �DELPHIC 21 Nearly all the California Missions were built after the same plan, being arranged in the form of a square, with a courtyard in the center. The church formed one side of the enclosure, and a long corridor supported by stone pillars, and covered by a low, red-tiled roof, the other. The two remaining sides were made by the buildings used as dormitories and workshops, and by a high adobe wall, Near the Mission, and forming a village of considerable size, were the cabins of the neophytes, beyond which extended the farms, vineyards, and olive-groves. The Indians were divided into squads of laborers, At sunrise the Angelus bell was sounded, and Mass held in the church. At its conclusion breakfast was had; after which the work of the day began. From eleven until two o’clock there was a recess, or siesta, during which dinner was served. The evening Angelus was rung an hour before sunset, when the Indians had supper and attended Mass; after which they amused them­ selves with dancing and games. The relation of the Fathers to the Indians was always paternal; they labored to develop within them the moral instinct, and taste for labor. In clear and forcible language they succeeded in making them compre­ hend some of the principles of the religion that was taught. To encourage faithful work in the fields the Fathers were accus­ tomed to distribute gifts among the laborers when the season of gathering the crops was ended, Persuasion, rather than force, was generally used, and as a result the condition of the Indians was radically superior to that usually enjoyed by a conquered race. To the refusal of a few of the Franciscans to obey the law for their expulsion is due the excellent preservation of the Santa Barbara Mission, It is in far better condition than any other of the numerous churches then built. The Padres never left it during all the years of their persecution. After their partial return to power they began at once to repair, as nearly as possible, whatever damage had been done. In late years the building has been still further restored, and is now presided over by a halfdozen Franciscans, who wear the coarse robes of the order, and conduct regular services for the benefit of the few worshippers who cling to the church of their ancestors. Restrained by the uicta of the Catholic Church, and limited in means, they pursue in quiet unobtrusiveness the dull routine of their daily life, and by their presence lend an additional picturesqueness to the �22 DELP II I C Mission which their predecessors worked so hard to build, and suffered so severely to protect. With shaven faces and closely cropped hair, sandalled and girded, they ring the Angelus from the towers, sleep in narrow cells, chant prayers at the altar, wander about their flower-grown garden, tend the few cattle they possess, and take solitary walks among the grass-grown orchards that were once the very models of neatness and of thrift. The story that they suggest is one tinged with melancholy. The order they belong to, which was once rich, is now poor; the power that was great, today is gone. When the towers that still stand beside the ornamental facade were finished, and the work of years was ended, the Mission was surrounded by a village of devoted Indians. Near by was a garden filled with trees, bearing delicious fruits; beside it stretched a vineyard which gave the Fathers a rich supply of wine, In front of the church, was a series of stone fountains, with round, deep basins, and carven images from which spouted streams of water brought from the neighboring canyon. It flowed from fountain to foun­ tain to the statue of a bear, and from the mouth of the animal fell into a reservoir of solid masonry, six feet wide and seventy long. Above the church an aqueduct of stone reached to a moun­ tain stream; in another direction was a tan-yard supplied with water that coursed along an aqueduct built on the crest of a high, thick wall. A little further up the hill was an adobe bath­ house, from the facade of which projected a lion’s head, whose open mouth gave forth a stream of crystal water; and not far away, again, was the Padres’ grist-mill, near which was another reservoir, twenty feet deep by one hundred and twenty square. Ornamenting different parts of the Mission were statues of Saints and Apostles, while crowning the apex of the gable and the tops of the towers were huge wooden crosses, before which the Indians were taught to bow. But the old perfection no longer exists. The village is in ruins, and only two of the many adobes now remain. Of all the fountains, only one is left. There is but a single reservoir, and that a small one; the aqueducts are replaced by a wooden flume; many of the walls have fallen; the gardens and orchards are dilapidated; a modern roof has replaced the ancient red-tiled one of the wing; the grist-mill and the statue of the bear have �DELPHIC 23 disappeared, and those of the Saints and Apostles are chippec and scarred. The Indians, once so numerous, have all departed. Only the main building, with a few of its riches, remains as it was originally built. And yet, the view of the valley and mountains, of the bay and islands, is as beautiful today as ever; and the church, sug­ gestive of a time so different from this, still has much of its former glory, and all of its interest, A fresh layer of mortar has robbed the facade of its ancient look, and, worse than all, of the swallows’ nests that used to fill every crevice among the stones; and a coat of red paint has somewhat changed the former appearance of the tower taps, But these innovations were necessary, and the interior continues to retain its delight­ ful mellowness. The church is long and narrow, At one end of the nave is the altar, guarded by a wooden railing, and at the other is the choir. On either side are two small chapels, each with its shrine and ornaments. Midway between them and the altar is a nar­ row doorway, opening into the cemetery; and from the sacristy to the left of the altar, one passes to the Padres’ garden. The nave is lighted by six small windows, set high above the wellworn floor. The walls are eight feet thick and forty feet high. The sacristy is a large room, and around the walls are queer old chests of drawers and cases containing a rich col­ lection of vestments and the various paraphernalia belonging to the church. Adjoining the sacristy is a smaller room, in which are many of the articles made by the Indians who were em­ ployed in building the Mission. The cemetery is limited in area, and occupies a space en­ closed by the east side of the church and by the high stone wall that borders the road to Mission Canon. The doorway leading from it into the church is somewhat below the level of the ground, and is ornamented with three human skulls and crossbones set in the solid masonry. On either side of the door are thick buttresses of stone, which support the walls and the slop­ ing red-tiled roof of the church. The ground is thickly covered with graves, and the sur­ rounding walls are damp and green with moss, Tombs have been built along the side of the church, between the buttresses, and also in other parts of the cemetery. In former years the Indians were buried in a common trench, defined by walls six feet apart. When this was filled the skeletons were exhumed �24 DELPHIC imd deposited in a little building occupying one corner of the premises. But few interments are now made, and the cemetery is overgrown and neglected, and an almost oppressive stillness lingers about the graves of the departed Fathers and the forgot­ ten Indians. Vines have crept up and over the outer walls, and swallows and doves have built their nests in the quiet nooks be­ neath the overhanging eaves. The garden of the Mission possesses charming originality of design and aspect. Wandering about the narrow paths that radiate from the center, where stands a splashing fountain, one is far away from what is modern America. It is filled with trees and flowering shrubs. Over the sides of the church and the high adobe walls grows the dark green ivy; far overhead rise the towers, with their clanging bells; near by is a corridor with open arches and red-tiled roof. Birds sing among the trees, doves flutter about the housetops; the air is laden with the perfume of roses and heliotrope, and, in midwinter, of orange, lemon and almond blossoms, The garden is sacred to man. No woman is allowed to enter it. It is the resting place of the Padres. In its shaded corners, the thick walls of their church sheltering them from the outside hurry of modern life, they are monks indeed, isolated from the cares of the world, dwelling in peace and quiet, kind, sedate, and in this prosaic century, picturesque and interesting. VIRGINIA PITTOCK, ’22. THE FAIRIES IN OUR GARDEN Our garden is just like fairyland. Along the stone wall are the hollyhocks and climbing roses, which seem to look down on the other flowers from their high seats of honor. I believe the black hollyhock is the king and the pink one the queen, for they are taller than the rest. The pansies in the large, round bed, directly in front of the wall, act as pages. They wear gay velvet­ like suits just like those in fairy pictures. Standing erect and obediently, along the other sides of the wall, are the zinnias and French marigolds. These are the lords and ladies of the court. Everyone is watching the fairy primroses in their bright yellow dresses, as they dance gayly on the soft green carpet of grass. F. E. S., ’22. �DELPHIC THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE Along the wide, dim, old church aisle They march in slow, unbroken file, And, as these pure white maids appear, Each type of girl is present here. The quiet pensive miss demure, With downcast eyes and thoughts so pure, Will go thru life unseen, unheard, But many aid by deed and word. S' _ The J°Ny lass with manner sly, y And merry twinkle in her eye, / Will cheer all with her happy way, And help to keep this old world gay. The genius of the studious looks, Who's always delving deep in books, We'll soon find in the Hall of Fame, Where she will make herself a name. The butterfly comes next in train, Is winsome, dainty, flighty, vain; But many hearts she’ll surely win By her Eternal Feminine. The suffragette with head held high, And firm, determined step and eye, Will be the women’s champion, A rightly fighting Amazon. And so they each start out in life To meet with joy and also strife, But whatso’er shall be her fate, She’s now the Sweet Girl Graduate. PHILIPPA SHERMAN, ’22. 25 �26 DELPHIC CLASS PROPHECY The wind was moaning without and a dismal rain beat monotonously on the roof. Polly parrot was blinking sleepily. and my precious tabby cat was slumbering sweetly before the hearth. I had been thinking of my old classmates ’way back in 21. What happy days those had been! What had happened to the girls? Suddenly—buzz! buzz! came from my pocket where I kept my mentograph which picked up thought waves and trans­ mitted the messages. It was someone calling me. I answered and heard: “Ah, ha!” The person spoke with a British accent, and warned me to listen carefully lest she refuse to divulge what she knew of my old classmates. Edna Burton she spoke of first, and went on to tell of hei struggles to convert the savage Lilliputians of the Antartic re­ gions. Her latest effort, it seems, was to introduce Greek poetry into the kindergarten which she had established there. Then came the name of Dorothy Carpenter, followed by some name I could not quite make out; something like Corporal, I think. She had had a sad story; her husband had died while they were still at college, and our gay old Dot became the col­ lege widow. She had spent the remainder of her college life cheering sad youths on their way. Now she was presiding over a house for “Hopeless Mechanical Drawing Artists,’’ in memory of her beloved husband. Edith Chandler was mentioned next. She was carrying out the brilliant promise of her school days. From a small hospital where she received her training as a nurse, she had gone to New York, where she became one of the most noted doctors, famous for her work among the poor. The transmitter buzzed again and gave the name of Janetski Houseski, who was at the present time established, accord­ ing to the latest reports, at Moscow, Russia, Her brilliant career as soapbox orator in New York had been followed by a trip to Russia, where her ardent supporters rallied around to welcome her. In gratitude for the services she had rendered them, they generously presented her with the royal title and office of “Chief Cheese Server” for Trotski. The receiver clicked impatiently and then gave the name of Florence Kuhn, the proprietress of the fashionable “La petite Boutique pour la Femme Fastidieuse.” She designed her own �DELPHIC 27 l costumes and bonnets, and numbered the elite of society among her customers. Here the transmitter stopped. I thought that it had fi 11ished its message for the time, but no. In a few moments I heard, “I’m sorry to be late, but please excuse me.” Ah! Aclalyn Mayer—made her advent, She was happily esconsed in a beautiful West Side home in Portland. Here she welcomed a tired business man every evening, worn out from tramping back and forth on the main floor of a great department store all day. After feeding him well and laying out his dress suit (the mentograph continued), the customary question arises, “Hubby, dear, where do we go tonight?” and the reply inevitably comes, “What, again? Well, where do you want to go?” At this point the mentograph acted most strangely and transmitted queer words, which were most foreign to me. At last I managed to decipher the name of Elva Mervy, and then the unknown author of these communications went on to inform me that Elva had distinguished herself by introducing Esper­ anto, the new language, into a Western college, where she seems to have established herself after leaving our dear old Hall. Students came from far and wide to hear her talk and to converse with her in the new language. The mentograph suddenly grew impatient,—someone else was trying to make a connection. Then Helen Winter made her­ self known. She had made the name of Winter famous by her ballet dancing in a cage of wild lions. While traveling in Africa she had discovered that she had a wonderful power over wild animals. So the idea came to her to turn this power into a money-making proposition. She had captured twelve lions and tigers that had been under her spell ever since, On arriving in the States, the greatest circus in the country had presented her with a contract to sign. She had been with the circus since The receiver began to kangaroo hop and shake at this point, and I heard the name of Elizabeth Patton, the famous come­ dian, well known on the Orpheum circuit as “Jazzin’ Liz.” Her gallant strivings had made the heart of many a T. B. M. beat faster, and the eyes of many a little wife grow wide with fear, when her dear husband appeared too fascinated, Whoever would have thought of our quiet, saintly Elizabeth with her name in electric lights ten feet high on Broadway? 1 ; r ; V I r ! } , �28 DELPHIC But, list! On we must go! From whom do we hear now? The voice of authority is speaking through the instrument. Reed, the governor of Oregon, speaks. It’s really Lolly, our old Lolly, who now says what shall be done, and what shall not be done, in this State of Oregon. She has done many things to make school children ever grateful to her. One of these is the passing of a bill which declares that no school shall take up before ten o’clock, or let out later than twelve. Another bill is that no foreign languages shall be taught in the schools; and yet another, that no instruc­ tor should contradict a student. Next followed Thyra St. Clair, to whom grateful housewives extend their blessings; for our old schoolmate has become mar­ ket supervisor,—the one who drove the H. C. of L. far, far away. Every day she jaunts down to market and inspects every prod­ uct offered, lest some poor, innocent be overcharged. It was while in pursuit of her duties that she became inspired with the idea from which grew her wonderful invention, “The Bargain Hunter’s Friend.” Lastly, but by no means least, the far-famed name ol Evelyn Thatcher Van de Culver was spoken, When traveling abroad with her parents she had met and married her famous husband. At the time he was representing his country at the ^rreat conference at Geneva, which had been called together to decide the weighty question of how the cost of the trans-Atlantic bridge should be divided among the nations. In the meantime Evelyn had been purchasing gowns in Paris, and the modiste from whom she wanted a particularly gorgeous gown being at Geneva on a vacation, she pursued him there. On her arrival she had lost her way, and taking the house of the conference for a designer’s salon, had walked into a most embarrassing sit­ uation. However, the gallant Van de Culver had come to the rescue and the escapade resulted most happily, Here the un­ known voice died away, thus signifying that the person who had .so kindly picked up my thought waves had no more to say and I had to be satisfied with this meager information. �DELPHIC 29 THE BABY’S FIRST AIRING On my way home from school one day last fall, I saw a small object crossing the road, It was a mother squirrel carrying her baby. She was running on three legs, while with the third she held the little squirrel. The baby was a cunning little fuzzy thing with a beautiful fluffy tail. He had bright little black eyes that looked like buttons. The mother squirrel paused panting in the roadway and looked quickly around. She then scampered across the sidewalk and up the trunk of a large pine tree. She climbed to one of the higher limbs and there set the baby down so she could rest. The little one started to climb on up without his mother, and, oh, what a scolding he received! After a few seconds the mother squirrel picked up the baby again and went on her way. I held my breath at the daring leaps she made as she jumped from tree to tree, always alighting on the very tip end of the branches, causing them to sway up and down, and making me think that she would surely fall. I watched her doing this until she was lost to sight. FRANCES LUCRETIA EFFINGER, ’22. THE ORGAN-GRINDER Every morning an old man appears in the street with a hand-organ, a cup and a funny monkey. The monkey wears a red coat with brass buttons on it, and a green cap with many little bells on it. All day long the organ-grinder walks up and down the street, while the monkey performs to eager, excited children. The “organ man,” as the children call him, wears as gaudy clothes as the monkey does. He has all of the character­ istics of an Italian of low degree, broad forehead, swarthy com­ plexion, black, wavy hair, a rather large nose, and pearly white teeth that gleam when he laughs. His upper lip is covered by a straggly mustache as black as his hair. Although the children gather ’round dancing and laughing when he appears, he seems not to notice them. He is solely in­ tent upon watching his monkey and grinding out the tune me­ chanically. His manner shows no great interest except to gain a few pennies to satisfy his small personal wants. His thoughts are apparently on the memories of his earlier years in sunny Italy. FLORENCE NILES, ’23. : ! �30 . DELPHIC THE BROKEN TEACUP When you are going to give a perfectly respectable tea party for two young ladies and their dolls, it is very embarrassing not to have enough teacups to go around; and when you know they will be arriving soon, you feel like borrowing one of mother’s big ones. You take a big wicker chair and stand on it, knowing that you are safe, because mother is out. You peer with wideopen eyes over the top shelf of the cupboard. You see one of mother’s best gilded teacups. “That will be just the thing,” you think. You have a hard time reaching it, and just reach your lingers around the handle and carefully lift it down, Oh, horrors! the cup slowly slips out of your grasp, and the first thing you know it falls to the floor with a crash and smashes to a thousand bits. The door bells rings; you jump to the floor and run to the door to take Madeline and Edith upstairs to the nurs­ ery. You tell them that you will be back in a minute. You rush downstairs and sweep up the broken pieces of china as best you can. Your only resource is to use a kitchen cup for yourself. You carefully carry the cocoa and cake upstairs, and apologize for keeping your company waiting. “Excuse the kitchen cup, but—er—a—I haven’t any more of the good ones. I will use it myself,” you say, tremblingly. “Why, of course,” they answer agreebly. The afternoon wears on. You know that your mother will be home at five, and then the horrible feeling of having to ex­ plain about the broken cup keeps on your mind. While the other girls dress their dolls and play house, you sit and think, getting more and more frightened every minute, You don’t have the good time you had looked forward to having. At four forty-five the girls say that they will have to leave, and you go with them down to the door. “Good-bye, Elizabeth; we had a very good time, You will come to see me tomorrow, won’t you?” Edith says. You smile, and they leave. The time is drawing near. You sit down on the couch. Your heart beats rapidly. You hear your mother’s foot­ steps on the porch. She enters the house smiling. “Hello, dearie; did you have a good time this afternoon?’ “Y-e-s, mother,” you stammer feebly. She notices that you are frightened. “What’s the matter, dear? Tell me.” She looks rather worried. �DELPHIC 31 “Oh, n-nothing; w-well, I b-broke a cup, and it was your b-best one,” you falter. You look up; mother is smiling. “Why, dear, did you think mother would scold you for that? You know she does not care that much about a cup.” ELIZABETH DU MOND, ’24. A MYSTERIOUS BOX One day when I was trudging home from the store at Oracle, Mr. Ladd asked me to ride home. The horse was a lazy, old fellow, and he ambled along like a tortoise; so when my friend asked me to hold the reins while he went in to get a box, I was not the least afraid. Soon he came out, carrying a great pack­ age, which seemed to be very heavy. He carried it so carefully that my curiosity was excited and I said, “that is a very nice box of apples you are carrying.” He looked dubiously at it as he set it gingerly beneath the seat upon which 1 was sitting and re­ plied : “No, they are not apples.” As he volunteered no further information, I asked no other questions. I noticed, however, that he kept peering at the box in a most extraordinary manner. Just then a jackrabbit scurried across the road, This startled the gentle nag, and rousing what energy he had left, forgetting his years and dignity, he pranced about like a young colt. I was not the least afraid and I was quite surprised to see that Mr. Ladd, who was usually so at home with horses, seemed excited and peered uneasily at the apple box, which rested under the bench. When we got home I teased him about being afraid of the gentle horse, but what was my astonishment when he drawled. “Well, you see, it wasn’t so much the horse; but there is dyna­ mite in that box you were sitting on, and I was afraid it would go olT if it was jolted.” JEAN MUIR, ’24. �32 DELPHIC CONTRAST BETWEEN MACBETH AND HAMLET Probably two of the greatest tragedies of Shakespeare which more vividly portray types of character than any other of his plays are Hamlet and Macbeth. Both reveal the inner lives of the principal characters and show how the desires and the ideals of these influence their outward actions. The ruling motives in the lives of the heroes are widely different, from whatever point of view we look at them, The ruling motive in Macbeth is ambition; in Hamlet it is the desire to avenge the wrong done to his father and at the same time to satisfy his own conscience. Macbeth is a practical man and all his training and experi­ ence as a military man and as a leader in politics have given him the experience and power to bend everything to his will and de­ sires. He is cold and heartless, although Lady Macbeth, in urg­ ing him on to the accomplishment of his plans, declares that she fears his nature “is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.” We see, however, few evidences of kindness according to our interpretation of the word in any ol the acts of Macbeth. While he is strong and capable in plan­ ning, after the deed is committed in each case he becomes weak and despondent. Unlike Hamlet, he is not a student or a thinker and is always surprised at, and unable to meet, the results of his actions. He is easily swayed by the superstition of his age, and is constantly the victim of supernatural imaginings, His hair rises at times and he comments on a night shriek “that would cool the senses.” He never doubts the reality of the supei natural appearances with which he comes in contact. The plan to assassinate Duncan and make himself king was already dimly outlined in his own mind, but the prediction of the witches, which he trusts implicitly, further roused his latent ambitions and are simply an outside expression of his own inner thoughts. Throughout the entire play the superstitious belief in witches, ghosts and other supernatural appearances forms a distinct char­ acteristic of this otherwise practical man. To the very end, when defeat stares him in the face on every side, this same superstitious faith in the supernatural urges him to consult the witches and listen to the worst. Much has been said of the affection shown between hus­ band and wife in many of the scenes, but one looks in vain for the higher type of affection that is associated with a simple �DELPHIC 33 trust and confidence in each other, and in the future that conies with devoted service for one’s country which we see in the char­ acters of some of the husbands and wives of Shakespeare. She was formerly his helpmate in his first crime, now she is entiiely ignorant of later ones, for, seeing the encroaching weakness on her part, he forms his own designs and makes no confidant of his wife; but Macbeth to the last retains affection for her, and at least never reproaches her that she drove him on to his first crime. Both are impelled by one selfish purpose,—the desire for power. The killing of Macbeth by Macduff was as purely an act of patriotism on the part of the Scottish chief as was the assassina­ tion of Caesar in the mind of Brutus and his fellow conspirators, and it freed Scotland from a rule far more tyrannical than Caesar would ever have imposed upon Rome. The character of Hamlet is much more noble, and his ambition more unselfish, than that of Macbeth, I-Iamlet rarely acts for himself, but the one ambition of his life, to perform the duty of a faithful and loyal son, controls the man and furnishes a motive for every act. Unlike Macbeth, he is lacking in firm­ ness, is impractical and apparently unmanly and cowardly at times. In meeting his uncle and accusing him of the crime, he shows a courage that we expect will bring results; but when the opportunity comes to perform what he believes is the sacred duty imposed on him by his father, he is weak and vacillating. Macbeth has been influenced by his wife, but no woman has the slightest power over the thoughts and actions of Hamlet. From the beginning to the end the commands of his father’s ghost, to avenge the crime committed by the present king, control Ham­ let; but otherwise throughout the play there is little to show that he is influenced by any outside or supernatural beliefs. Both deaths are tragedies, but Hamlet’s is very different from that of Macbeth. Hamlet has our sympathy throughout the entire play. We feel he has acted from noble motives and has only failed of accomplishing his purpose in full, and earlier because of his intense self distrust and fear of consequences. Macbeth met his end in true heroism, but a feeling of content­ ment follows in our minds, for a tyrant king has yielded his life before a true patriot. E. T., ’21. �34 DELPHIC THE RISING HELL No one ever wonders how early “Becky,” the ever-faithful mistress of the household, rises and enters upon her duties; but all boarders do know just when 6:40 comes. Down in the basement the mere touching of the “cowbell” sends forth a warning that “the worst is yet to come”; and as “Becky” climbs the trod­ den stairs to the slumbering inmates, the clanging becomes louder and louder and penetrates the ears of those who are inclined to sleep with their heads beneath the pillow or under the fat comforters. However, “Becky” leaves no doubt in their minds as to whether or not the bell has rung, for at each dormi­ tory door she halts and sends forth the message of her morning serenade: “Everybody up in here?” A BOARDER, ’22. AN EXCITING ADVENTURE IN OUR LUMBER CAMP “Good-night, everyone!” “Good-night!” “Remember, first one to hit the water tomorrow gets the first plate of hot cakes!” “Bon nuit!” “Sleep tight!” At last the little camp, which snuggled at the edge of the moonlight lake, lay quiet and dark under the giant protecting pines. All through the day it had been a scene of hustle and bustle, from the time breakfast was ready until the songs and twanging ukelele music floated out from the cheery circle of firelight when darkness fell. And with a long, hard hike up the Pan Handle Trail in the morning, and swimming and fishing that afternoon, we were all ready for a long, glorious, uninter­ rupted sleep. A huge lemon-colored moon flared up from behind Lone Squaw Mountain, and with it came the myriad of cold, sparkling stars and an icy little breeze that rocked the pines back and forth, as if swaying them to sleep. Everything was just drift­ ing into that dreamy, drowsy state, which steals over one just before sleep wraps one in her soft cloak. Suddenly — this peace and calm was broken sharply by a shrill, piercing scream, which came from the region near our �DELPHIC 35 camp, and which echoed and echoed over the silent lake and into the distant hills! Just once — and then silence! Everyone sat bolt upright in her cot reaching for her gun, and slipping hurriedly into a coat and slippers, A woman was being murdered, surely, our numbed senses told us. By the time we were outside, the guide was hastily throwing wood on the slowly dying fire, and making a torch, By the light of this we followed him a ways further into the pine grove, until, there in the dark­ ness two flaming yellow eyes glared at us from — space. T hen as our eyes grew accustomed to the semi-darkness, we saw with horror, the lean, crouching figure of a tawny wild cat. It was perched on the limb of a tree, not twenty feet from us! We all stood back in fright, and, if it hadn’t been for our guide, I'm sure we would have all “took to our heels and run.” But the latter person laughed outright in such a stupid fashion, we were all thoroughly disgusted with him and decided he must be a lunatic. “Ho, ho! Just as I thought, only I was half asleep myself and didn't think much, Scared you-all nearly to death, didn’t it? Wal, I reckon it won’t harm you-all none, them things never do,—mostly cowards. They won't pick on no one 'less they’re cornered, but seeing as how you-all’s nervous I’ll plug him, and then you-all ull feel safer, huh?” Before our startled senses could return, a sharp report rang out in the air, and the cat fell limp and lifeless to the ground. “There, that’s wot you-all gits fer screeching so loud and scarying nice young ladies out of their wits,” said the bi^ave guide, a hero now in our eyes, as he dragged the lifeless t>ody into camp with the aid of his massive Airdale, “Hootch.” As you may imagine, it was quite a time before everyone was asleep again, and it was “high sun” before the first one “hit the water” the next morning. After a hearty breakfast, we felt just as ever, and the whole day was centered about the exciting adventure of last night. The day wore on, however, and, as night fell, we all gath­ ered around the fire to sing and play the miniature Victrola— very loud (for it helped to keep one’s spirits up). Everyone seemed to dread going to bed, but, as the guide and Mrs. Curtess, the chaperone, informed us there was absolutely no danger, we all went to our tents and at last were snug in bed, although half the cots were empty and the other half harbored two frightened i i t Ll �36 DELPHIC girls instead of one. 1 was lucky in coaxing “Hootch" into my tent to sleep near the door, so I and my partner felt even safer. then again all was silent, and all through the night not a soul was disturbed from slightly troubled dreams. As dawn, grey and misty, broke over the lake and the sum­ mer sun shot shafts of gold across the shimmering water, I awoke with a start. Something cold was against my face and sniffing at me. Slowly, with a sinking heart, I opened my eyes, and, in the dim light, could see a big, bulky, shadowy, tawny form standing at the side of my cot, licking my ashen face, cold with an icy perspiration. I lay still, not daring to move, thinking any moment my nose would be bitten off, when to my startled ears a coaxing whine broke forth from the supposed wild cat. I sat up in bed and then fell back in sheer surprise and joyful relief. I even threw my arms around the “wild cat’s" neck, and half sobbed, half laughed, “Hootch, you surely gave me a thrill. Talk about seeing red snakes with champagne, I saw wild cats with plain old Hootch!" Of course I told the gang about it later, but first I went down and “hit the water" and won the first plate of hot cakes, which I shared with Hootch. PHILIPPA SHERMAN, 22. “ADVENTURES IN FRIENDSHIP"—DAVID GRAYSON This book is made up of a series of twelve short stories. The author, David Grayson, uses himself and his life as the background of the adventures in which he found many friends. All the characters are his neighbors, whom he meets in his ad­ ventures. One of the most interesting chapters is: THE MOWING. The mowing of his clover was an important and memorable day in the author’s life. He hired young Dick Sheridan to come on Saturday, and Dick arrived bright and early with his scythe over his shoulder. It was cool working in the morning, and this coolness was helped along by a Jug of cold water that rested in the grass under a shady tree at one end of the field. But near noon it got unbearably hot and soon they were about to decide on going to the house, when Harriet blew the horn for dinner. Dick and David answered that call joyfully, and how good it felt to let the cold water from the pump drizzle down their hot faces �I DELPHIC 37 and then quench their dry, parched throats with a glass of icecold water. They reposed under the shade of the spreading maple until Ann Spencer called them into dinner. And what a dinner they had! Oh, I hate to say it! Hot fried chicken,— Ann’s specialty; brown beans with crispy strips of pork; baked potatoes with their snowy-white insides showing, and two towers of Harriet’s famous bread, just out of the oven; tea and buttermilk; and, lastly, a great, big, red, juicy shortcake, with a mountain of raspberries heaped all over it. They ate their dinner out on the east porch, where it was cool and shady. A catbird sang sweetly from among a thicket of lilacs, and the honeysuckle vines smiled and nodded to them as they dined. As Dick went down the long lane, David watched him with a pleasant, friendly feeling. They had worked together and were weary together. What a pleasant companionship this was. David had made another friend and was happy for this. It is not the substance of what we say to one another that makes us friends, nor because we entertain the same views or respond to the same emotions, All these things may serve to bring us nearer together, but no one of them can in itself kindle the divine fire of friendship. A friend is one with whom we are fond of being when no business is afoot nor any entertainment contemplated. It is a miraculous tact that when a man’s heart really opens to a friend he finds there room for two. And when he takes in the second, behold the world grows wider, and he finds there room for two more. So let it be with our friendships! BESS ALLEN, 23. - i THE $20,000 COFFROTH HANDICAP On the border of Old Mexico lies the wide and fateful circle of Tia Juana’s track, whose dusty course is hardening under the trampling hoofs of speed kings. And looking down on it from a great sand dome stands its paddock, beneath whose creaking roof rested Sailor, the uncrowned king of the trotting turf. Throughout America his name had sounded in triumph, and on him men staked their souls and dollars, and women their lives and hopes. Oh! What a horse this Sailor was, with a coat like silk, hoofs like polished ivory, and a broad breast that inhaled the air . : �38 i I I . DELPHIC like bellows; but his nobleness outweighed even his speed and beauty. He was proud, but docile, and loving with all his spirit. Beside him stood his rival, Be Frank, with the notorious, rough riding jockey, who valued the glory of the turf higher than life, and perhaps higher than money. That night the rivals slept undaunted while all San Diego knew that the morning would see the race of races, in which were entered, Be Frank, War Mask, Sailor, Veteran, Wysewood, Peerless One, Ike Harvey, Riffle and Edwina, the temperamental but sturdy little Miss of the Hoge string, considered Be Franks greatest competitor. The day came and with it sportsmen from far and near, for the name of the little town of Tia Juana had echoed from coast to coast and back. Quickly the crowds filled the grandstand, and among them an old man said, “This takes me back to the days of Thorton Stakes”; and then above the buzz and chatter the orchestra struck up its thrilling notes, and the horses, with their gaily costumed jockeys up, pranced in for better, or for worse, watched by those whose lives were dedicated to the Tartars of the Turf. Slowly they formed for the race. Be Frank moved close to cne side of the fence, while Riffle hugged the other. The music stopped. Followed by the stirring cry, “they're off!" the barrier was raised and the impatient speedsters sprang forward to battle for the crown. Cheer upon cheer sweeled Tia Juana’s dusty air, and with them blended the voice of a woman, all her hopes embodied in the cry, “Sailor! Sailor!” Suddenly, Be Frank, with speed that would have put light­ ening to shame, if there had been lightening to see it, darted from his place at one side of the rail, while on the other side Riffie did the same, In the center of the road they struck head to head, forming a triangle. Into the triangle rushed a race-maddened horse. He stopped short and went down on his haunches, and Edwina, Be Frank’s great competitor, pitched over the fallen horse, hurling her jockey into the inner field. In a moment a third horse had gone down, and all three had risen with their knees cracked and bleeding; while two of the jockeys lay prostrate before the coming horses. Many a sportsin an quaked, and screams of frightened women took the place of the cheers of the previous moment. Could the horses stop or would they rush on over the other riders? Lo! they stopped. �DELPHIC 39 The horse in the lead of the crazed Tartars had valued the lives of men more than his glory and had slackened his speed, com­ pelling those behind him to do likewise, What horse in that crazed band was so composed? It was Sailor, and now he was trying to regain his place. Far ahead, nearing the post, ran Be Frank, fast passing Riffle, and vainly Sailor tried to capture his lost place, but he didn’t have it in his stout heart and fleet legs to cope with a horse so far ahead of him. So the best he could do was to extend his bloodshot nostrils beyond the nose of Vet­ eran and come in a doubtful third. Again the music struck up, and with the cheers and praises of the people, Be Frank, triumphant, returned to the judges’ stand, and after him, with his head held high and a grand defiant gleam in his eyes, came Sailor, Unnoticed, he passed the judges’ stand to the paddock. Sailor, the fallen kind, who had laid upon the altar of a horse’s duty, the crown and glory of the turf. CECILIE APPLEGATH, ’25. ■ ■ •; ' : I ; I �40 DELPHIC ST. STEPHEN’S CHAPEL. A dream of my childhood That heaven’s gates opened With pale purpling colors That flowed from the windows O’er chancel and font, At entrance and exit, The soft-colored glory That colored our prayers. May heaven’s real entrance Have the peace and the mercy The clean, holy truth, Majesty, as well. The beauty of priesthood The sweetness of goodness Which flowed with the service As Bishop Morris knelt. B. Wistar Morris, Thy soul ranks the highest, Thy works dwell among The holy on high. Thy deeds we see blazoned Heraldy peerless, Gold-lettered on parchment By saints in the sky. Thy mercies manifold Enfold thy diocese; We still know the pride And the glory of thee. E.L. W., 1890. �DELPHIC THE GARDEN. The shaded walk With its prim, square-cornered walls, High and thick, shutting off the world Of street and rushing train. While within were Bordering trees, apple trees, Dripping bloom, And always from the heat Of daily life to this retreat Came its lover, crooning Poetry, and even herself more fair Than blooming tree That sheltered beds of violets And iris boldly upright, With full grace was she, Miss Clementina, E. L. W., 1890. MR. SUTHERLAND. Can you hear the shuffling still Down the hall, up the stairway, Hear the half-hour bell On the landing of the stairs? See old Sutherland, lame and bended Creeping down to mop up ink Or spade the violets With the dew of spring upon them. And the breath of earth still clinging As he finds among the leaves One first blossom, subtle augury, Of earth’s heart beats pulsing through. In its lustre and its fragrance As his goodness pulses through All the simple duties, freely done For service to the world and God. E. L. W., 1890. 41 1 �42 DELPHIC MARY B. RODNEY. Lift up a picture of her, Let us all see; The lines of her dignity, The calm of her glance, The charm of her smile, Rare, quick to divine. The gift of her hands, Strong, yet rare molded. The width of her brow, The smoothness of skin With the fairness of snow, Health radiant on cheek. Hair not yet faded, Not graying or roughened. The smooth-banded hair Looped low to the ears. The charm of her gestures, The gracious, cool voice; Oh, the gift of its praise! And the bite of its blame. The pride we knew glowing Deep in our young hearts When she flowed in smoothly To her seat at the desk. t . s And knclt, meet yet lofty, With dignity’s bearing To bow to her God. Oh, Mary B. Rodney! Sweet Justice you balanced Herald your name! E. L. W.. 1890. �DELPHIC 43 MISS LYDIA RODNEY. Yours was not fineness of form But Fineness clasped your mind When you were born. Belle lettres and Shakespeare, Tragedy and comedy Excited wit and admiration In your high spirit. Yes, you were ever soundly sweet So born, so lived, so worked, And at the end, unthanked by Most your pupils and forgotten You did lonely die; but live Will ever in the lessons taught, The truth wrought into finer lace In your quick fancy. We read with you—yes, Shakespeare, The history of the church, The poetry of moderns, and ancient lore, That dripped like honey from your lips So full of richness of the ages you were And would pass on to others. We laughed with you, loved your blush Which swept from throat to hair Delicately at word or thought or jest Or any whimsery You were a Rodney, born and bred, And lived it in your sweetness And your gentle teaching spirit. E. L. W., 1890. i ■ . �44 DELPHIC SUSAN. Dear olcl Susan, busy Susan, Tiny, dutiful and old, Plain of feature, meek and lowly, Doing patiently the drudgery Duties, duties manifold. Yet your memory stands out boldly Susan lowly, long grown aged, And now gathered to your fathers; Yet St. Helen’s Hall’s old boarders Fragile, weak, and strong, and bold, Some were homesick, some were naughty, Some were stupid, some were cold, But old Susan knew them, each one, Each cajoled, and teased and sought her For a tidbit, for a respite, For a cover when ’twas cold Dear old Susan, lost all other Name but Susan; where best thou? If I could to thy grave wander I would deck with bloom thy brow. E. L. W., 1890. WISTERIA TOWER. (Old St. Helen’s Hall.) Can’t you see it, wreathing upward, Suppliant, graceful, ever upward, Wreathed with violet, fire of starlight, Misted with elusive sweet breath As from Heaven had come its clouding, Wisteria! Wisteria! Wreathing, climbing, clothed the belfry, Beautiful and flashed afar; Breathing glory, Heaven’s ecstasy, Spring-time bounty, and fall’s lavish, Colorful and pendulous waving, Wisteria! Wisteria! 8 �DELPHIC 45 Who designed thee, massive climber? Who thought out thy splendid mantle, Who spent color, form and strength’s fire To erect thee to the stars? Now thy heart glows, violet paling, Wisteria! Wisteria! Violet, purpling to the deepest, Who selected lavish tendrils, Silk, elastic, till embracing All the belfry, tall, majestic, With the cloud of starlight blooming, Wisteria! Wisteria! Belfry summit, supreme crowning Lifts a head above the rapture Of the royal purple swathing, With calm eye on Nature’s love robe, Nature’s feast of splendor falling, Wisteria! Wisteria! Graceful, sweeping, clinging, climbing, Purpling, deepening, radiant color, Vine ethereal, vine of strong clasp, Vine of symmetry, of broidery, With the midnight feast upon it, linking Wisteria! Wisteria! E. L. W., 1890. ' : : �46 DELPHIC IaTHLETIcs i—Twn —mi nr t-~ttrr March 21.—A successful season of basket-ball, under the direction of Mrs. N. A. Knapp, closed today with a big champion­ ship game between the “Reds” and the “Blues.” The “Blues won by a score of 30 to 28, which in itself is proof of the hard work on the part of both teams, The winners were presented with the silver cup, which was played for from 1906 to 1914, when the old building on Vista avenue burned. The girls playing on the “Blue” team were, Dorothy Gay, center; Florence Niles and Helen Lamar, forwards; Harriet Breyman and Ann Wentworth, guards. On the “Red team were, Annabelle Batis, center; Margaret Spencer and Lillian Luders, forwards; Virginia Edwards and Frances Spaulding, guards. April 10.—The tennis season opened with this month’s first good weather, and both the ground court and gymnasium shed have been in use almost continually since then. April 15.—The aesthetic dancing classes were organized this month, under Miss Kathrine Laidlaw, who has taught dancing here for some time now. There are two classes,—one of begin­ ners, and the other of advanced dancers,—and each class is *• �D E L P II I C '17 learning an attractive dance to be given during commencement week. May 3.—A croquet set arrived and has afforded a great deal of pleasure to the boarders, Helen Lamar has the honor of bemg the first to break a mallet. May 25.—Today the Tennis Tournament filled the minds of all the girls. Those who did not wield the rackets were, outwardlv at least, more excited than the players themselves. Catherine Martin won two sets from Kathleen Bristow in one of the swiftest games of the tournament, Catherine is going to have a mighty serve some day. The Junior cup was pre­ sented to her. In the doubles, Catherine Martin and Helen Lamar carried off the honors of the boarders by winning from Evelyn Thatcher' and Helen Parker, who represented the Days. Despite the fact that Evelyn was out of practice, the Days put up a good fight. The Beginners’ match, between Jean Muir and Agnes Wilkinson, was played in good form, Jean won the tennis pin. Pei-haps her arms are longer than our game little Britisher s. The most doubtful match was between Janice Parker and Margaret Spencer. Their scores kept almost even until the last set, when Margaret came out ahead. This tournament brought to a close the year’s athletics, which have proved that our girls can make a success of sports. * ;* i : ' ■ �DELPHIC KALENDAR. February 5.—Mid-year’s dance. March 27.—Easter. Great day for the boarders, and espe­ cially for the “small fry” when we had the Easter egg hunt. March 28.—The Lenten offering of dresses for Alaskan children was sent off last week. Ma ch 28.—Lent is over! April 4.—The return! Some late! All rested and ready lor work ? April 28.—The birthdays of Hazel Fairservice, Irene Brix, and Rdith Bain were celebrated at dinner last night. The color scheme was in pink and green, carried out by streamers of crepe paper extending from the center of the table, and by candles on the birthday cakes. May 1.—Dean Young, of Reed College, visited the English classes today. We hope that she enjoyed visiting us as much as we enjoyed having her with us. May 2.—Sister announced that school is to close on the 7th, instead of the 14th. It means work, girls; but it’s worth it! May 8.—The Seniors enjoyed “Reed Day” immensely, espe­ cially the canoe races, tennis tournament, the play, and the infoi-mal dance in the evening. They also enjoyed getting ac- i �DELPHIC 49 luainted with the Seniors from other high schools in Portland who were invited. May 11.—Birthday celebrations at dinner for Laura Reed Elizabeth Hawkinson, and Elizabeth Du Mond! Attractive deco­ rations in blue and yellow were used on the tables and electric lights. May 11.—After seeing the Bohn Ballet, at the Heilig, the boarders have been trying to develop “hidden talent, anc ve wonder that the house has held up. May 13.—Several of the boarders went horseback riding today, for the first time this season, That explains why some young ladies were so fond of pillows. May 14.—Dorothy Carpenter entertained the Seniors with a delightful luncheon, a day or two ago, at the Waverly Countly Club. The table was beautifully decorated and, afterwards, Mrs. Carpenter chaperoned the party to a movie. May 16.—Juniors! The praises of the luncheon you gave today at Waverly Club for the Senior class are heard on all sides. The attractive flowers and adorable place-cards, repre­ senting the “sweet girl graduate,’’ cleverly decorated the table. May 17, 18, 19, 20.—Debates have been held in Mrs. Collins’ English class. Among the subjects for discussion have beer. Resolved That children should be taught to believe in Santa Claus; Resolved, That movies, in their present state, do more harm than good. May 18.—This evening the Bishop called and wandered into uur study hall. Result, no more study hall. May 21.—Today Evelyn Thatcher entertained the Senior class with a charming luncheon at her home, We wonder that we could ever eat again after all those good things. May 25.—Four girls,—Florence Pangle, Medora Howard, Catherine Martin, and Julia Cameron,—were confirmed this morning. They looked very sweet in their pretty white dresses and veils. The Bishop gave a short address on the “Seven Gifts.” May 26.—Everyone is sad and blue. Why? Examinations began today. The darkness will continue until June 3. I �50 DELPHIC June 2.—The musicale and Spanish play came off today. The Spanish play, “Felicedad,” under Miss Pierce’s supervision, was unusually attractive. The costuming and stage setting were a true portrayal of romantic Spanish life. Susita (Elva Mervy), and Don Fernando (Hazel Fairservice) were true Spanish lovers. June 4.—A few scenes from the comedy, “Les Precieuses Ridicules,” by Moliere, was given today, under Mile. Lancon s direction. The dancing, singing and music helped to make the play a success. Everyone enjoyed each girl’s interpretation of her part. Miss Laidlaw’s classes in aesthetic dancing gave an exhibition. The advanced class as old-fashioned girls, danced among bright-colored blossoms in a flower bed formed by the beginners class. The Lower III, IV, V, and VI grades gave two little dances. June 6.—Janice Parker feted the Seniors at a luncheon. This evening came the gay Senior prom. About 125 people were present at the Portland Heights Club, where the dance was given. “The Mouse Trap” was played by the II Uppers, and made us all laugh. The main characters were Julie Cameron, Catherine Martin, Kathryn Hennagin, and Mayanna Sargent, and were well supported by the rest of the cast. The lower grades gave a very humorous little French play, Lecon en Francaise.” Leanna Faurote, Betty de Pencier, Rosalie Jones, Constance Fox, Rhoda Jane Gantenbein, Barbara Clark, Elsie Hackett, and Evelyn Hutchins showed promise of brilliant futures. i. June 7.—The final rehearsal at church. The last prepara­ tion for the greatest event in thirteen girls’ lives. Commence­ ment! Are there any words to describe it? One hundred and fifty girls in their white dresses and veils, the trembling gradu­ ates, with their flowers, walking slowly up the aisle to the music of “Ancient of Days.” �DELPHIC 51 Miss Hazel Haines, ’18, was married the last of April to Mr. Dorman Johnson Leonard. The young couple are now living in Portland. Those of the old girls who knew Mrs. Chester Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18), were glad to see her again when she brought her baby daughter to visit the Hall not long ago. Miss Consuelo McMillan, ’17, will be graduated from Reed College in June, She has been an active and enthusiastic student at Reed during her whole college course. Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Cornwall (Elizabeth Huber), who were recently married, have gone to make their home in New York City. Miss Ethel Abbot was visiting in this city lately and saw many of her old friends from St. Helen’s Hall. �52 DELPHIC Mrs. Garrel Svvigert, ’17 (Dorine Wyld), is living in hei attractive home on Willamette Heights, We hope that she will bring baby Phyllis to call on us soon. Dora N. Taylor, ’87, who is a graduate of Vassal*, was re­ cently visiting Miss Foulkes. We have heard from her fond aunt much of little Barbaia Thomson, daughter of Mrs. Edward Thompson (Charlotte Breyman). A little daughter has come to brighten the home of Mrs. Knowlton (nee Ruth Whitmore). Helen Ballard, ’18, is now in Salem, to a government position. She has been appointed Miriam Flagler, ’18, has returned from New York, where she has been taking a librarian course, She expects to remain at home for the present. Philena Bartlett, ’20, is the society reporter on an Astoria paper. Mrs. Lowell Paget (Beatrice Thurston, T5), is living in Portland. Mrs. Lester Wade (Lucille Brown, ’17) is now the happy mother of a baby daughter. We hope this means a future St. Helen’s Hall student. Helen vom Cleff is now staying at her home in Vancouver. Some of the girls of the class of ’20 have returned from col­ lege and already have visited us during these last busy days at the Hall. We hope to see each last year girl as she returns to Port­ land from her respective school. �DELPHIC 53 The Delphic finds many old friends and some new ones among her exchanges for this issue, We are very glad to see them and hope they will remember us next year. “Echoes” from the Holy Angel High School is a very good number. “Shadows” is a pretty little poem and the “Moonlight Sonata” is most enjoyable. “It From St. Margaret’s School conies “The Magpie. Started in the Subway” is an amusing story, although in our opinion is a little over drawn, “What Shall I Do?” is clever and duite real. For the first time this year we find “Cadet Days from St. John’s Military Academy in our mail box and we enjoyed it very much. Your Athletic Department is particularly well arranged. Why don’t you have a table of contents? The “Johannean” of St. John’s School has an abundance of good material in the last issue, Your “Play Reviews” is a clever idea. St. Katherine’s “Wheel” is welcomed with interest. “St. Kit’s Papers” with your idea of your school life is extremely clever. The “Academia” of St. Mary’s has its usual good collection of poems and articles, “Spring Blossoms” is c ertainly deserving of praise. The Cardinal of Lincoln High School is full of pep and spirit as always. �54 DELPHIC The “Oracle” of Renssalear High School comes again to The X)elphic. The “Coveted Accolade” is a very good piece oi work. All through, your Literary Department is excellent. Why not have more poetry? We wish to acknowledge with thanks the following con­ tributions: Jefferson High School “Spectrum.” Oregon “Emerald.” Reed College “Guest.” Camp “Idyle Wyld.” Oregon Churchman. “Acorn” Oak Hall. Renssalear “Poly.” Come again. �[ i . Calendar 1921-1922 if Registration of Pupils, Sept. 9 -10. The Fifty-third Year begins Sept. 13. Thanksgiving Day and succeeding Friday, Nov. 24-25, Holidays. Christmas Vacation, Dec. 16-Jan. 3. Second Term begins Jan. 30. Washington's Birthday, Feb. 22, Holiday. Easter Vacation, April 17-24. ! Decoration Day, May 30, Holiday. I Commencement, June 6. ! < ! ■ i I ■ �We Ask You To Patronize Our Advertisers i « 1 �^“Merchandise of <& (?o, Merit Only CANDIES —The same sweets which royalty in Eu­ rope favored, made by the same artist who enjoyed the patronage of kings and queens. Rue De La Paix CHOCOLATES —RUE DE LA PAIX CANDIES were the most popular con­ fections with many crowned heads of Europe when our con­ fectioner produced his little masterpiece in candy abroad. ' He is a native of Budapest, the noted capital of Hungary. There for many years lie made candies much sought by royalty, among whom were Queen of Greece, Queen of Roumania, Queen of Holland, Emperor Franz Joseph, King of Serhia and others. ' But this creator of sweets no longer makes candy for kings and queens. 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This ideal, crowned with that intangible but indispensable quality— “Gill service’'—is realized by us in our fault­ less engraving of cards, announcements, in­ vitations, etc. Once your engraver, always your engraver. The J. K. Gill Co. Third and Alder Streets �a a 1- �:* ■ i ■ S3 i; . •i 1 * i. / f r ! ! 5 /iVr* * -» • ^iV; v‘IV *- 1-^4. ; * +' i* I ■ ; sv; v . : A. * , j'-i ,<A- 1 . ? : £*<■ ^,^3! i I ! ♦ I --- v> > i ■ “Si.™ &gfiS •-. mMS£. - *■ rf 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/. Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Commencement 1921 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1921. 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 1921 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_christmas1921-compressed.pdf Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume